#how do i say this without spoiling it uhh

[specific-dreamer]

new poll that i’ll repost in the am for better reach but

in my fics, do yall mind that i tend to just start at the “plot” or would yall prefer exposition first? i’m asking cuz like i have this banger idea for a hadestown au but i have no idea if i start right at the main part i want to right, or if i should write the before bits. it’d be digestible with or without the exposition but idk

(durations a day but rly until i wake up bc im writing the fic rn 🤧🤧)

[trashedsunsets]

Spoiled Honey

Chapter 2: Local Honey

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Summary ~

Small towns need big personalities to compensate. If only overworked ER doctors knew that.

wc ~ 1k+

a/n ~

thank you for the love on the previous part! made my heart swell and confirmed that I wanted to do a series :) updates??? whenever I can lol. happy to answer any questions!

prev chapter

“My daddy said he’d buy me my next horse when I make him a million dollars at the store.”

It’s you, the cashier from the store, stood with your feet on the first rungs of the corral fence leaning over to look at the grazing foals.

Mrs. Talbot had convinced the men staying on her property to come to the famers market on the weekends at the edge of Main Street. Meaning that Jack had to convince Michael who was more than happy to stay in at the cozy farm property.

“You have a horse?” Robby can’t say he’s not intrigued by this girl, the pair had only just arrived at the event and she was already on them. “Of course I do, got my sweet girl Custard when I was eight.”

Soft kissy noises are heard as you call for one of the foals to come over to you, hand already extended for sniffs and pets. A curious caramel colored one makes their way over pushing their snout into your palm. Amused the men watch as you love on the baby horse cooing and rubbing the soft mane. Eventually you give your final pets to the foal then hop off the fence making your way closer to Robby and Abbot. “Alma said you boys are ER doctors. Is that true?”

“Alma?”

“Boys?”

Soft giggles leave you at their confusion. “Mrs. Talbots first name is Alma.” You stand up a little straighter sincerity taking over your face. “And I don’t mean to assume calling you both boys, I know in this day and age you should never assume. I apolog-“

“No no you’re fine. But don’t you think we’re a little too old to be called ‘boys’.” Abbot dismisses your worries with an easy hand wave. He nudges Robby lightly glancing to see if he heard that. The only response he gets is an eye roll, but there’s a smile twitching at the corners of his lips unspoken flattery at being referred to as young.

The crease in your forehead is replaced by a smile, a shrug of your shoulders before speaking again. “Well I don’t think you’re that old. I’m sure there’s some spritefulness left in you two.”

“Yes we are doctors sweetheart,” your previous question answered by Robby lights up glimmers of interest in your eyes. “and as for ‘spritefulness’ well… not so sure about that.”

“Aren’t we lucky to have such esteemed guests in our town then,” your voice is warm, inviting, but your gaze is just past them. A flicker of a frown graces your lips while one of your hands makes a discrete shooing motion by your side. Then your focus is back on the men a guiding palm extended in the direction of the market stands, “why don’t we go this way. I’ll be your own personal tour guide of all the best vendors.”

Abbot glances behind them to spot a group of girls about your age, giggling and waving at you. “You got some friends over there?”

“Uhh yeah but they can wait I see em all the time. Come on then.” Nodding your head to the path you want to take before stalking off confidently without letting them get another word in. For whatever reason they do follow you listening as you launch into a spiel about all the different stands. You’re very knowledgeable, but curious too. Head tiled as you lean against a display of products fingers tapping lightly.

“What’s the oldest age you’ve ever operated on?” While Abbot is deciding what loaf of sourdough bread to get. “Ninety-Five.”

You mouth the number back to yourself quietly in shock. He’s chuckling as he’s exchanging money with the baker.

At the strawberry stand you’re crouched petting the owners corgi, Butterball, when you look up at Robby, “On average how many stitches do you have to give a woman after she gives birth naturally?”

He shakes his head in disbelief but the look in your eyes is so earnest he answers you truthfully instead of scolding you. A warmth in his chest at the scrunched look of pain on your face when he tells you the number.

“Have you ever performed an amputation?” The pair share a glance before Robby gives his own response before turning the questions to you. “Sweetheart what’s your favorite jelly from here?”

Your eyebrows furrow before starting to explain that the booth sells jams not jellies, then explaining the difference between the two.

You’re clearly popular as the vendors eagerly greet you by name smiling as they chat with you. Before the pair knows it they’ve picked up a couple of things mainly(all) at your insistence.

In the middle of you describing all the variety of recipes people make with rhubarb there’s a sharp whistle that catches your groups attention. A pair of young men at the leather goods stall calls your name. The men you’re with stop but you roll your eyes hard feet quickly moving intent on passing them by. “Come on darling, lemme take you out. I’ll even buy you a new dress for your collection!”

From you a hand raises in protest. “A no once is a no a million times Jeremiah.”

Mocking a wounded grip to the heart the young man is undeterred with a snarky smirk. “You’ll give in one day princess.” The boys are laughing together delighted as if making you upset was a prize.

Disapproving glares are given by both doctors as they follow your haughty strut away. Silently deciding it’s more important that you’re okay before causing problems with the locals. Unfortunately for the older men you’re pretty quick managing to put considerable distance between you. When you’re almost at the edge of the market near the last row of stalls is when you turn around. There’s a look of surprise on your face upon spotting the pair of men, they followed you. Other emotions are faster to take over though, an angry huff escaping you. Pacing back and forth with your arms crossed you look pretty pissed. “Don’t you just hate it when people don’t listen! Especially when you tell them several different times on several different occasions. Like I hate to call people stupid but I think rejection is a very simple concept!”

Robby steps up palms raised ready to defuse the situation his deep understanding eyes taking in your emotional state.

Mrs. Talbot is suddenly calling your little group over to her own stand clearly very excited the men decided to come. In an instant your demeanor changes, the pacing seizes, your posture straightens out. But your smile is a little tight as you make your way over to your neighbor. The men follow seeing no other option as you greet Mrs. Talbot waving them over. “Hi there Michael and Jack! I see you’ve met Honey Belle already!” The older woman is smoothing your hair with familiarity as a rosey heat comes to your cheeks at her words. “Alma…”

“What? I can’t compliment the prettiest girl in town?! Oh— I’ll be there one moment.” You shake your head fondly as she shuffles away to help a customer. Looking up the men’s eyes are on you with amused expressions, Abbot opens his mouth first. “Honey Belle?”

“Okay well if you haven’t noticed everyone calls me honey,” they did notice but they thought it was colloquial around here “she is the only one who calls me ‘Belle’ because she said she thinks I’m the prettiest but I told her she can’t say that. She says she’s old so she can say what she wants with her time left. We’re working on it.” Your face is slightly exasperated but there’s no lack of fondness.

“Like the princess then?” Robby questions, meanwhile Abbot is unable to hide his laughter at your predicament. Your face twists with the reaction of the second man, nose lifted in the air with displeasure.

“Yes. Like the princess.”

Nudging his partners good foot then nodding to you.

Stop upsetting the girl would you?

Is said in a glance.

Looking back to you a smile tugs Robby’s lips. “She’s got a good eye then.”

Quickly as it came your bristled demeanor dissipates at the compliment with a quick nod. “When she remembers to wear her glasses sure.”

Flinching slightly from the light swat to the back of your head as Mrs. Talbot reappears by your side. “Calling me old are you Honey?”

Grinning lazily as you glance to the side then back at the boys, a silent plea to keep a secret. “Oh nothing my dearest Alma.”

credits to @olenvasynyt for the dividers!

btw the pics at the top aren’t meant to describe readers looks, purely for vibes/setting the scene!

[g0ldenbritney]

TODD ANDERSON HEADCANONS (+blurbs) ༄

a/n: it’s officially fall in my town, that means its time to be fixated on dead poets society so be ready ;3 (ps. Anything I write is usually for all genders💕)

DATING HEADCANONS (50s-60s)

- actually so sweet

- big on words of affirmation, mostly when you say it to him. But I feel like everyone says thats “so him” so im gonna be different and say he loves gift giving. Not talking about him spoiling or anything but it would be cute if you made you bracelets all the time <33!!

- his love language might be gift giving but DO NOT. Give him gifts. (You will anyways.) because he doesn’t know how to react when he gets them. He gives off that energy who awkwardly opens birthday presents and doesn’t know whether to say thank you or not.

Todd has been making you so many things lately, poems, bracelets, flowers he made with paper. Really anything he could craft, you knew you had to get him something to just to be nice.

So you went into town and bought a sweater you thought would fit him nicely and waited until after school and he was studying in his dorm room to give it to him. You swing open the door without knocking

“Ohh Todd~” you say in a somewhat sing-song voice.

He looks up from his notebook, you can see that little nervous smile appear on his lips, even more so when he sees a box in your hand

“Whats that?”

You hand the box to him and immediately he looks nervous, he looks up at you, then the box, then at you, then finally opens it and pulls out the sweater

“Uhh..”

“Do you like it?” You ask.

“Uhm, ah, yeah. I-I do. I really do I just..how do I prove to you that I like it?”

- boy is definitely a cuddler, maybe not so much when hes awake but as soon as he falls asleep he is clinging onto you like he will fall off a cliff if he lets go.

- if you have younger siblings you would be more than happy to watch them for you, well, if they’re toddlers or babies. He would never babysit someone over the age of 10..worried they’ll be mean or something!

- give him a stuffed animal, he deserves it.

You walk into his dorm room holding onto your older stuffed animal, you dont even say anything you just hand it to him

“Whats thi-“ you cut him off

“I have to go on a field trip this week so you better take care of him!”

Todd nods quickly

“Trust me I will.”

HEADCANONS (modern au)

- read somewhere that he would totally play animal crossing and havent thought of anything else since

(taking you back to 2020 for this, so sorry😔)

Todd sat in your office chair, all curled up with his knees to his chin. He was holding his switch in his hands that you unsurprisingly got him for his birthday.

“What are ya doin?” You ask, leaning on his shoulder

“Animal Crossing.” He mumbles, almost like he was talking to himself. Damn that boy was FOCUSED.

- definitely had an “art ho” phase in 2018 dont come at me

- All these like headcanons say he would listen to really cool music but I feel like he would want to but doesn’t know how find cool artists (so me) so he would have to ask around😔

- definitely has a letterboxd

- I see him as a gossiper, dont come for me but if someone was caught vaping in the bathrooms he would definitely be the one to spread the info around (with the help of Neil because he told Neil first)

- WEARS CLAW CLIPS. Dont play w me rn. If it was a modern au i imagine his hair to be just a little longer, maybe surfacing to a wolf cut but just a lot shorter. Long enough where you could put half up in a claw clip (JUST IMAGINE IT)

- was a victim of the 2021 ed Sheeran jokes

[thenickgirl]

Bf!Nick HeadCanons

nick x male!reader

disclaimer: this is all fictional! these are based on my own conclusions as a (unhinged) fan.

warnings: not proofread. mostly fluff, a little suggestive. i kinda wrote these as they came to my mind so i apologize if it doesn’t really flow well 😭

Nick as a boyfriend:

♢ he’s the number one shit talker and comeback king, so he loves teasing you but it’s all laced with love

♢ not very big on PDA, but will hold your hand and give small kisses when in public

♢ he’s never controlling or jealous, he trusts you and is confident in the relationship you two have

♢ he will talk you to death, but will also listen intently to what you have to say

♢ he loves taking pictures with and of you, especially off guard ones

- “wait when did you even take this?”

“uhh…don’t worry about it”

♢ he’s much softer around you, always blushing or giggling and a little nervous

♢ he claims to hate pet names but will blush every time you call him baby, sweetheart, or my love

♢ he hates the teasing from his brothers so whenever you come over, he’ll keep you hostage to his room

♢ he’ll want to wait a while before hard launching your relationship to the public, but once he does you’ll be in almost every one of his photodumbs

♢ he loves the bond that you have created with matt and chris, but hates it when you chose to spend time or hang out with them instead

- “you’re seriously ditching me for matt right now?? is he gonna suck your dick? no i didn’t think so”

♢ he’s very protective, would not tolerate any hate towards you, he’s quick to rip someones head off their shoulders about you

♢ he loves going out and experiencing new things with you, whether it be new restaurants, new clothing stores, or even traveling he just loves spending time with you

♢ he’s making you watch every single season of RuPaul and if you’ve never seen Edwards Scissorhands…just take a wild guess

♢ he enjoys seeing you happy and passionate about things you like as well, he doesn’t mind a single bit when you guys watch your favorite show for the 12th time this week

♢ he loves hugs, anytime you wrap your arms around him he just melts

♢ he loves going on walks and late night drives with you and if you let him on aux omg he’s ready to suck you off right then and there

♢ he absolutely loves spoiling you: birthdays, anniversaries, holidays, any celebrations you’re getting flooded with gifts. he tries to make them a surprise but fails because he’s so excited to give them to you

- “i got this for your birthday, i couldn’t wait”

“but my birthday is two months awa-”

“JUST OPEN IT”

♢ he loves when you wear his hoodies and sweaters, he just thinks you look so cute in them

♢ you’ll always get a first hand look at all the new and upcoming space camp products way before they’re released

- “i think this one is gonna do really well”

“which flavor is that?”

“kiss me and you’ll find out”

♢ disagreements or arguments never last long between you two because one of you always caves

♢ if you’re active on social media he’s the first person in your comment section, hyping you up like crazy

♢ he’s not overly affectionate, but will always reassure you of how much he loves and cares for you

♢ if you’re ever in a car video he’ll make sure you get your chance to speak, cutting off matt and chris without hesitation

- “HELLOOO. i hear them, do you??”

♢ he’s not overly sexual, but is easily turned on by you, something as simple as a smirk or the way you look at him will have him on his knees for you

♢ he loves when you have your hand on his thigh when you’re driving, or your hand around his waist when you’re walking together

♢ intimate moments are always private, keeping things sweet and sensual, taking your time with one another. even on the rougher nights you both make sure that after care is a priority

♢ when you’re alone he simply can’t keep his hands off of you, always touching you in some way or another

♢ he loves cuddle sessions, but because he gets hot so fast they’re usually short lived

♢ he’s such a people person so when you take him to meet your parents they love him instantly

♢ he’ll be super supportive of you and whatever it is that you do, always willing to help you if you need it

♢ he loves to praise you even when you’re not in his presence, he loves talking about you to others

- “y/n is just amazing, i love them so much and i’m so blessed to have met them. i could literally talk about them for hours”

taglist: @demistyles @sturniolossss @mattslolita @guccifrog @luverboychris @muwapsturniolo @orangelala @freshloveforthefit @imsosillygoofylol @moonk1ss3d

[obeymeshallwedateaddict]

The love letter

So recently I found these love letters I've written from each brother towards MC and they are absolutely adorable! I completely forgot about them tbh. Turns out I've written them about a year ago but here they are.. Enjoy!

You can find more of my work here: Masterlist

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Lucifer

Hello, MC. It's me, Lucifer. And before you start wondering why I've written to you and begin questioning your past mischiefs, know that I'm not writing to you to scold you. This isn't an official written demand either. Though think about it? What if it was a demand? An official written demand for you to come to my office and sit beside me while I work when I'm covered in endless piles of paperwork. Or and official written demand for you to spend more time with me because the time apart has been getting to me and I feel anxious without you. It's needless to say that I need you. So take this as an official written demand for you to love me more. Me and me alone. Love me the way I love you. I want to occupy your heart just like you've been occupying mine. When did you even put this spell upon me I wonder? Nevertheless, come to my room. I want to show you the love I'm capable of, darling.

-Your dear Avatar of Pride, Lucifer.

Mammon

Hey there, MC it's me The Great Mammon! Of course you know it's me duh! So there has been somethin' I've been meanin' to tell ya ...How do people say this damn? So as ya might have already noticed I've been actin' little weird and been blushing quite more frequently (< I searched that word up to be sure) around you . I don't even know if I'm myself anymore. And the worst thing is that I'm thinking about you more than makin' money! But it's not like I'm in love with you nah deffo not! ... Ok fine! I-I am in l-love with ya! Ya happy? Guess I do love you more than money huh? I'm crazy 'bout ya, MC. Head over heels in love. More than I've been with anyone else. ... Well yeah that's it. All right that's done, time to get some money! Ya know me! See ya, baby!

-your Great Mammon <3

Leviathan

Hi, MC it's me Levi. How are you doing? Wanna play something? Or even maybe hang out for a bit? We could talk or s-snuggle up together while watching your favourite anime. Anything you would like it would be my pleasure to do! ... Uhh it's like recently I've been craving to hang out with you and get to know you as well as constantly play games with you. It's like a certain urge of doing so. Could it be something similar to the connection between Henry and the lord of Shadow in The Tale of the Seven Lords? But they are just close friends. Something like ... I believe they call it "partners in crime". But what I feel for you is quite different. Maybe something like the relationship between Ruri-chan and her lover. Yes differently something like that. But that puts it as if I've fallen for you. Could it be? C-Could I b-be in l-l-love with you? And if I am, does that still make me an otaku? Answer this for me Ok? See you... Love?

-Your player number 1, Levi <3

Satan

Hi, MC. You know... it's been quite some time since we last hung out together. Wanna come read with me in the library or stop at this new cat café? I could pet your head and stroke your hair like the little kitten you are to me. I could read you endless stories of fortune and love as well as spoil you until every single desire of yours is fulfilled. Let me help you indulge in a world of fantasy and passion, showing you every side of myself that you haven't seen. Every emotion I feel when I am lost in your eyes or hidden within your embrace. A world of true ecstasy and love I know you've been craving to see. Let me take you to the unbelievable debts of my heart which is spoiled from the love that's been sitting there long enough. And now that love has a name. "MC". I love you, kitten.

-your wrath-cat, Satan

Asmodeus

Hey hey heyyyyy, MC!!! Yesterday I bought a new nail polish and I'm sure it will look absolutelyyyy adorableee on you!!! Let's try it out together, m'kay? We can match! Oh just imagine the look on Mammon's face when he sees us matching! He will pull up that pouty face that I so love! Anywayyyssss.. afterwards we can take a bath together with your favourite bath salts! Let's look fabulous together, MC! Though you may not manage to look more beautiful than me but you can always be second! Actually... MC, in my heart you are the first. People may be all over me and I do show love to each of them but the most sincere love I feel is for you. I love you, my adorable, fluffy, little sheep! And this love is a lot different than the love for my followers. I love you as my partner. So what do you say to the offer? You become my partner and I become only yours? Sufficient enough? Bye bye, hon!

-Yours truly, Asmo <3

Beelzebub

Hello, MC. Are you hungry? Let's go to Hell's kitchen. Me and Belphie were planning on going to eat Devil sandwiches there but he fell asleep. Though I was going to invite you to come with us anyway I'd love to go with you alone. We could make it a lunch date at Hell's kitchen. But MC, you need to know that as hungry as I have been recently food has not been enough. Well it has never been enough but I feel even more hungry. Hungry... Hmm though am I hungry for food? Or maybe I'm hungry for your love and affection. And this hunger is stronger than the regular one, MC. Sometimes I wonder if it's even a hunger or a need for you. And it never goes away. The only time it subsides is when I'm with you. Which indicates that we have to spend more time together to fulfil my hunger. Will you stay with me, MC? Let's meet up in the kitchen so I could show you the depths of my hunger. I love you, muffin.

-Your cinnamon roll glutton, Beel

Belphegor

MC, hi. How have you been doing? Beel mentioned that when he was going to the kitchen yesterday for his midnight snack he heard you, Mammon and Levi playing games together. My point is... MC do you sleep enough? I can't imagine a world without sleep. If it was forbidden to sleep I would gladly go and die. But... That was before. Now.. I feel like if sleep was really forbidden I could manage with you around. You've made a change in me, MC. I can't say I don't like it though. I feel more productive even if I take constant naps. You make me feel this way. It's like.. I feel loved. Though it's a different kind of love than what my brothers and I share. It's more.. passionate. It's more deep. It's constantly making me tired but when I go to bed I can't fall asleep if I don't hear your voice or feel you cuddled up against me. So let me say this: I love you. Will you be my body pillow next time, my cuddle bug-... Zzz..

-Your sleepy boy, Belphie. Zzz

[writingduhh]

i literally got my wisdom teeth removed a few hours ago and i am in PAIN

pls pls can we have some comfort ted to schlatt?

love you sm stay safe 💓💓💓💓

Ahhhh I love this idea! I’m so sorry about your wisdom teeth I’ve heard it’s so painful :( please rest up and take care of yourself! Hope this can offer a little distraction 💜

❥ Jschlatt :

▷ Before your surgery, Schlatt does a deep dive into what you’ll need post-op. How to relieve pain, help you heal faster, and everything in-between. He also makes sure to stock up on tons of soft foods, wanting to make sure you have lots of options

▷ On the way to the office he immediately notices your nervousness. He takes it upon himself to lighten the mood the best he can. If all attempts at humor fail he takes a much sweeter approach.

He lays his hand on your thigh, giving it a tight squeeze. “You’re going to do great, y/n. And I’ll be right here with you.”

▷ After the paperwork has all been signed he tightly hugs you goodbye, gently whispering to you that title be ok. Once you’re taken back he sits down in the waiting room. He insists on staying in the office until you’re done, no matter how long it takes he refuses to leave without you.

▷ As soon as you’re out of surgery schlatt is by your side, making sure you’re comfortable whisky he intensively listens to the nurses aftercare instructions.

▷ Even though you might be a little grumpy or out of it, due to the anesthesia, Schlatt is incredibly patient. If you try to say something but it’s all garbled he listens attentively. He tries his best to decipher your words, occasionally making silly guesses that get you both laughing.

“Can you say that one more time, toots? I couldn’t hear you.”

You rolled your eyes playfully and tried again, but somehow it came out even more garbled this time.

“Uhh… you want me to turn it up? Like the radio?”

“No, no, no,” you mumbled, struggling to get the words out. He looked a little flustered now.

“You want to… fuck? Darlin’, you just got out of—” Before he could finish, you couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

You pointed dramatically at the colorful suckers sat in the cup holder that the receptionist had given you on your way out.

“OH! You want a sucker.”

The two of you broke into laughter, tears forming in your eyes from how hard you were laughing.

Once you both finally caught your breath, Schlatt grabbed one of the suckers from the cup holder and handed it to you, making you smile even wider.

Through the gauze in your mouth you managed to say a “thank you.”

“Of course.” He lovingly says, pressing a kiss on the side of your head.

“Ya know, if you hadn’t just got out of surgery I wouldn’t have said no.” He subtly smirks, earning a playful slap from you.

“Hey! Hey! I’m just being honest.”

▷ When he notices you’re feeling tense from the soreness, schlatt offers to give you a gentle shoulder or neck massage. He’s surprisingly good at it, and you find yourself relaxing under his touch, the pain melting away a bit as he works out the tension.

▷ When you’re too sore or tired to eat by yourself, Schlatt happily feeds you spoonfuls of soup or pudding, joking about how he’s becoming a pro at this. He makes airplane noises just to see you roll your eyes, but you secretly love the attention.

▷ Knowing that you’ve been through a tough time, Schlatt takes it upon himself to spoil you with little gifts. He surprises you with a cozy new blanket, a scented candle, or that book you’ve been eyeing for a while. Each gift comes with a cheeky comment like, “Just a little something to make you smile, even if you’re still puffy.”

▷ He is super protective of you during your recovery. If anyone asks to visit or call, he gently but firmly lets them know that you’re resting and need your space, all while making sure you know that he’s there for anything you need.

▷ He can’t resist teasing you a little about your puffy cheeks, but it’s all in good fun. He pretends to take “before and after” pictures, making goofy faces in each one to match your swollen expression.

▷ If you wake up in the middle of the night feeling uncomfortable or in pain, he is right there to comfort you. He gets you a fresh ice pack, helps you take your meds, and stays up with you until you’re able to fall back asleep, all while holding your hand and whispering reassurances.

❥ Ted :

▷ On the way to the dentist, Ted can sense if you’re feeling a bit anxious. He gives you a lighthearted pep talk, reminding you that it’s just a quick procedure and that he’ll be there every step of the way.

▷ Once you’re taken back into the surgery room he makes his way to a nearby store. He buys all of your favorite treats, drinks, and foods. Well, at least the ones you can eat

▷ Ted is the first face you see the moment you come out of surgery. He gives you a reassuring smile and plants a small kiss on your forehead. Before the nurses can bring out a wheelchair, Ted has already decided to carry you out to the car himself.

“How’re you feeling?” he asks sweetly, cradling you in his arms as he walks through the parking lot.

“Mm, good,” you mumble, your arms snugly wrapped around his neck.

“Alright, let me just figure out how to open the door here…” he grumbles, trying to find a way to reach the door handle without setting you down.

“Ted, it’s okay. You can set me down—I can open my door,” you say softly.

“Nope. It’s my job to take care of you and keep you safe.”

“Well… I think you might need to put me down to be ‘safe,’” you smirk.

He sighs. “Alright, you might’ve got me there.”

Ever so carefully, he lowers you to the ground, his hand resting gently on your back as he ushers you into the passenger seat. He even manages to buckle your seatbelt for you. Not without giving you a quick kiss

▷ On the ride home, Ted reflects on how proud he is of you for getting through the procedure. He playfully teases about how you handled it like a champ and how he’s going to tell everyone how brave you were. His words are full of admiration, making you feel cherished.

▷ When you get home, Ted carefully helps you out of the car, making sure you don’t trip or stumble. He wraps an arm around you to keep you steady, guiding you inside and straight to the couch or bed, where he’s already prepared a cozy spot for you to rest.

▷ Ted is super thoughtful, having already set up a recovery space with everything you might need. He’s laid out blankets, pillows, and has the remote within arm’s reach. He’s also got your medications and a glass of water ready, so you don’t have to worry about a thing.

▷ Once you’re back home and resting, Ted sits quietly beside you, holding your hand or gently stroking your hair. Even if you’re too tired to talk, he stays with you, offering silent support and comfort just by being close.

▷ As you start to come around, Ted sits beside you, keeping the conversation light and soft. He talks about plans for when you’re feeling better, maybe a fun date or a small trip, to give you something to look forward to while you recover.

▷ At night, he insists on sleeping next to you, even if it means squishing into the bed with all the pillows and blankets you have piled up. He keeps an eye on you, waking up occasionally to make sure you’re still comfortable and not in any pain.

[vel-vet61]

Our Kicks and Screams pt2 of our push and pull

same warnings explicit 18+, filth, disgusting filth, dirty talk, there was only one bed, fluff and gratuitous smut, co-workers, raw, nicknames, uhh yeah that’s probably it

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She’s floating back soundly from her dream when she senses a familiar weight dipping back in to the bed. The familiar weight unveils the covers to tuck his legs in, quick to cozy himself and close any of the distance between them. A long series of fluttering kisses sweep down the messy locks of her hair, to the patch of skin behind her neck, even going all the way towards the spine of her back. Gently puckering his lips around these delicate areas to slowly try and lure her out of sleep.

“Is she up yet? Mm. There she is,” he teases, watching her yawn and stretch out her arms, making no attempts to start sitting up. Fingers on her shoulder call for her attention to the steamy to-go cup being offered into her view. The cup held by a proud, grinning Kendall. “Got some coffee here for you.”

She scrubs one of her eyes to get them somewhat accustomed to the bright, real world of the hotel room again, graciously taking the warm cup from his hands.

“Mm. Good god. How the hell’d you know how I take it?” she asks, tasting how thoughtful he was with getting the rations right. She takes another indulging slurp right from the sip lid, humming.

“I’ve uh, I’ve definitely seen you down more cups of these at work than water. S’just easy to tell by, you know - looking at the color to make it how you like,” he explains. “Tried to be quick. Didn’t want you waking up without me, thinking that you’re… alone,” he breathes. “when you’re not. Not alone.” he finishes, pinching her elbow. Out of his burning need for touch, he soon grabs her whole arm and tucks it over his shoulders. Bringing the tips of their noses close together.

“Still, I’m thanking you. You went this whole extra mile for this when you didn’t have to.”

“Didn’t get you breakfast yet though, could do leftovers. Still got all those burritos in there. But if you want it you name it. I’ll get it.” She turns and peers into his eyes, fingers caressing his ears and pulling him in by the side of his skull.

His physical response time is so quick and eager, awaiting to meet her in the middle. Everything he doesn’t want to admit out loud he translates into his kiss. Might be a spoiled brat but I just want to spoil you even more. Feeling her lips gnaw and mash against his only bubbles more of his festering complications to the surface. Are we gonna still try to act normal? Is this whole morning bliss mystique gonna last?

“What time is it?” she mumbles, mouth still occupied on him. Kendall’s so distracted it’s like pulling teeth for him to pull away, even if it’s just for one mere second to peak at the numbers glaring on the clock.

“Seven… seven something, fuck seven-thirty,” he answers in a huff. Eagerly snaking back in and savoring more of her. He drinks in the agonizing stretch of her body folding out in front of him, pleading for him to use the access he’d been given to touch wherever he’d like. Kendall lets out an agitated fuck under his breath, like resistance was a war he couldn’t fight. She’s already subtly rutting herself up on his lap under the sheets, driving the pulse in his dick off a cliff. The fact that he fucking went down on her last night, tasted her finishing and clamping down right on his tongue… the memory alone is gonna keep him up during nights. He anxiously starts rambling before it could become too late.

“Look I know we um, we drank quite a bit last night but — but that doesn’t change any of the gravity of it for me. And I hope you know it goes without saying, you know we don’t.. don’t have to fuck before the meeting or anything. If we were too drunk it’s okay to forget it. S’only if you yunno, wanted to…”

He mumbles as he’s licking his lips, combing her wild hair. Giving her an out if she wanted to take it. He reaches for the coffee and gives her another sip. The last thing he wants is for her to quietly overthink the whole affair into a mistake, leave him out in the dust with only his memories of seeing what it looked like to have his own cum shots soiling her naked front. Marking her skin with his load. Or her warm spit dribbling down his cock; her pussy wetting his chin with every single lick….

She scoffs at him as she’s swallowing another sip. Places the cup back down and crawls further onto his side of the bed. Crawling until she pops a squat back on his lap.

Kendall’s brain racks for more, more words words what are words again feeling his cock react to her precious weight now pressing straight onto his groin. “I’m - I’m saying, we can limit this uh, sober messing around thing to just fuckin’ kissing and hugging each other. Like. I’d be down. It’d be dope. I’m cool with i—“

“Oh yeah, yeah ‘cause that’s all that’s been on your mind Ken? Hmm? Only kissing, only hugging,” she teases, spewing it right into his ear while her hips ground down. “You wanna trade bible verses and only vow to do hand stuff?”

Kendall breathes a laugh. “Uh-huh. Yeah, okay. I’m on board to uh, participate in that.”

Eyes lazily zoning in on her and her hypnotic movements and constantly changing facial expressions. An outline of his hard on juts out, incapable of being hidden away from her view. “Thought you said soon as you met me you knew you needed to, what was it… ’fuck the brat out of me?’ Where’d the guy saying all that shit go, huh?”

“So that’s how it’s gonna be today, huh?” Kendall heaves. Recognizing this game that’s being played. Reaches behind her to firmly latch his palms on the globes of her ass. Rocks her gently back and forth on him as he presses himself into her with arising pressure. “Wanna get me all mad, get me to put you in your place again don’t you. Alright. You wanna play, I’ll play. Drink s’more of that shit, wanna make sure you’re gonna actually be awake for what I’m gonna do to that sorry ass.”

He keeps holding heavy lidded eye contact with her, rocking them back and forth some more. He nods his head over to the nightstand and mouths go. drink. in a manner that left little room for her aggrandizing pugnaciousness. It’s only an intense look in his eyes and a commanding shift in his voice, but the change feels monumental - she grabs the cup and finishes it all after a couple of harsh swallows without a single complaint or word. “Good, baby. Did good. You want some water to wash it down?”

Any coffee breath was the furthest thing from her mind. She couldn’t give a fuck that they had a work meeting later in the afternoon. That at their work meeting she has to hear his exact same commanding tone talking about spreadsheets and deals, pretending that bossy side of him didn’t give her this stupid fucking out of control thrill.

Getting the feeling she couldn’t pay attention to anything but feeling him down, he arched into her touch and starts blabbering compliments towards her. “You look like a goddess like this. ‘Specially on top,” he groans. Presses his aching erection into the crotch of her panties. Edging himself. “Fucking not gonna be able think about anything else. Rest of the day. Rest of the month. M’serious,” he proclaims. She snickers at him, correcting him with a snide try the rest of your life.

“Mmhm. Don’t I fucking know it,” he agrees. Nearly biting down on the inside of his cheek. “How am I supposed to concentrate again in a room with you when in my head all I fucking imagine is you on top of me like this… Jesus, sweetheart take — take me out. Pull these down for me, atta girl.”

His boxers get yanked mid way down his tense thighs. Cock springing out like a wind up toy, stiff and fighting for her attention. The sight of the long veins stretching down his length flexing made her ache.

“Play with it. Go on. Know you want to,” he rasps, cheeky grin eating up his face. As he watches her drool over his dick again. Taking his instructions seriously, she gently makes an O with her fist and applies a decent amount of her strength to jack him. His hissing makes everything fall into place for her. Eager to keep him satisfied, she tightens up her grasp and sets a nice brutal pace, jacking the skin up right beneath the head. Kendall’s low whining loses pitch while his hips subtly raise up and down to meet her fist. His open mouth could’ve caught flies as she grabs down to cup his balls again like how she had last night.

“Shhhit, god you aren’t messing around on me today are you,” he gasps. Before he can inhale his next breath, his fingers shot down to find her clit and start rubbing. Finding a wet spot already clinging to the garment, slowly spreading and staining the front. “Feel pretty fuckin’ ready to me.”

He clumsily shoves her panties to the side, readjusting her position straddling him to sit herself right down on his cock. Her perfect pussy, messily half naked and almost in perfect line to delicately slide home right onto him. Kendall puts the head of his cock between his thumb and pointer finger, gyrating and moving the girthy crown to mash against her puffy clit. She squeaks. It’s the cutest fucking thing he’s ever heard.

“Mm, I know. I know it feels so good already baby girl, let’s just take it… real nice and slow…”

He guides the tip back and forth past her sopping, fluttering opening all the way back to her wet bud. The wetness crept down with all of his movements, slowly running down his cock, smoothing the friction for them. Their sighs are exasperated as they continue their naked grind, filthy hips gyrating until Kendall’s driven too crazy from the noise growing between her legs.

“God dammit, you gotta - you gotta be the one to put me in. Yes, take me, just like that…”

In a scorching, hazy fever, she scrambles to hurry at least getting the tip in while Kendall salivates as he stalks every little move. It’s bulbous, and so fucking warm making its way inside, the fat head of his manhood plowing itself in her pussy to make its own room.

She’s grabby with him, anywhere and everywhere she can hold on to balance herself on the dick gutting her insides.

“How we feeling, talk to me,” Kendall cups one of her cheeks in one of his hands, holding her face and checking her over. Grabs to lock onto her hips all in one arm so she couldn’t push any moves further. He didn’t want her accidentally impaling herself on his cock first thing if it was too much.

“Y-You’re so big in me, it’s gonna be so fucking deep,” she answers through her teeth. Holding her breath in her chest.

“We can go as deep as you want. Just fuckin’.. Relax, alright. That’s it, I feel you getting the hang of it. Mmm, yeah you’re the fucking devil.” he hums. Agonizing tingles of pleasure move through him feeling her tightness squeezing him. Like a succubus, her pussy keeps tightening on him in little waves, slowly with more and more time to stretch out. He swears he can feel her acclimating to his size, pulsing and doing dirty little figure eights on the first couple inches of his girth she could fit. “There you go…. You got it. Already fucking yourself on it and everything. Look at you.”

Kendall nods down at their bodies joining, spreading her open wider with both of his thumbs as his cock still moves and nuzzles its way back inside. look at you taking me, look at us together like this. fuck. don’t beg me. don’t fucking beg me now.

The power she yields for reading his mind gets put to use, reading it all over his face that he’ll fucking lose it once she starts talking filthy to him.

“Needed you to put me in my place. Want it so deep, Kendall. Have to feel you splitting me open,” she whines. Tugging the heart strings in him while she’s crying for more of his dick.

“Go easy now, fuck. Don’t wanna have it hurt you. Let’s start real gentle, lemme work it in— oh, god—“

It isn’t long before her pussy’s sinking down inch by inch, easily leaving a trail of wetness around her center. Both of them groan and hum, locked in their own world of taking and pleasing one other. Kendall is the noisiest, those fractured moans and half-assed curses spilling out from his strained throat the more she moves up and down and up and down on him.

When he slips out for the first time mid-thrust they both moan in pain and only hurry to help each other slide him back in. She’s fucking him down to his balls now, feeling with every rigorous press downwards how his balls graze her clit, feeding her even more than she could’ve bargained for. She tightens around him teasingly, knowing that it stirs something insane up inside him.

Kendall’s reaction was stealth, reclaiming their position with a harsh push to swap places. Finally ripping her panties all the way off her other leg to give himself open access, shushing her whines as he’s sliding himself right back in. Hair splays out gorgeously now on the pillow, her breasts heaving and caving with every sweaty breath. He’s careful to keep his cock lodged inside her as he keeps readjusting, maneuvering her right where he wanted. Once she’s lying beneath him, spread wide, he finds her thighs and smooths his fingers down them, caressing all over as his cock shovels itself deep.

“Oh, oh my God, yeah like that. Justlikethat Kendall, please—“

His passionate, harmonious thrusts only persist at her beckoning. His cock slides in and out with wetter ease, noisy every pull out. Surely leaking on the crisp sheets of the hotel. Kendall’s hips find a dance, ramming her g-spot and smoothing his head out to slap her clit. The mewls she makes, worming around down under him as her legs shake from how many spots he’s hitting within her.

“Mmm, mmhm my prissy little brat really likes this, doesn’t she? Shit. Finally got you where you belong, belong right here in my lap taking this dick. Fucking it however you like.”

Kendall sheathes himself all the way up inside, feeling her heartbeat pounce through her walls. It’s irresistible, this flirting with the finishing line. He knows it’s gonna happen. She knows she won’t last any longer either.

Finding both of her ankles, he tugs and holds onto them, sticking each foot higher in the air. With the new force to spread, her cunt weeps and tries fucking itself right back down onto him. He swallows every bit of spit pooling in his mouth and swiftly pulls his drenched, used length out. Tapping the fat head up against her sensitive mound once again.

“Should’ve fucked the attitude outta you months ago. Got this pussy getting fucking greedy on me,” he hisses. Feels his cock give up more pathetic batches of pre-cum, watching her pussy just swallow it all.

“Yes…. Yes, Ken - keep fucking using me like this. Fill me. Fill me up. I want it.”

“Yeah. Yeah. Baby that’s it, fucking beg me. Beg me to use this dick to keep making you feel good,” he croaks. His balls are tight, full and pulsing against her with every beat of their fuck.

“Please, please.. let me feel good, please make it feel good,” she squawks. Her pussy is gripping him in tight, barely letting him leave as he continues his forceful cants of his hips inwards.

“Pretty fucking thing, listening so well like this. Who knew.. all you needed was this cock shoved so far, balls-fucking-deep, so that whole high and mighty bullshit tough girl act is gone. Gone.”

Kendall’s pace gradually turns more delirious, more feverish than when he first started. She’s not making it any easier for him, forcing her own hips to try meeting his movements. A rippling groan gets muffled as he dives into her neck. Sucks a decent mark on her with a low hum as his cock continues its purposeful beatings.

Bruising her walls with his restless, relentless hips, he decides that talking more filth in her ear and playing with her clit were the last things he needed to have her crying. Weeping for him to keep on fucking her into this good behavior. He knows he will, but it’s about the lesson sometimes too.

She’s whining so urgently. Wet enough to absolutely drench Kendall’s middle finger when he’d snuck it down between them. Paying close attention towards the rhythm in her body, her shaking and her moans. Using those clues to calculates just how long he’s got until she’s finishing all over him. It didn’t appear it’d last much longer, watching as the mess they collectively made together drips down both their thighs. Kendall feels it, watches it all with bated breath as he keeps sliding home and swirling nice circles on her sweet needy button.

“You gonna—mmmph holy fuck I swear I feel how close you are. S’okay, just let it out on me. I’ve got you. Took me so good, yeah — who’re you cumming on? Say it. Say who’s cock you’re taking right now.“

“You, Kendall. Yours. I’m - I’m gonna cum. You’re gonna make me fucking cum.”

Kendall feels her tingles and goosebumps rising. The hairs on her arms stand up as she’s flipping around under him. Squeezing her eyes as she’s clamping down onto him, putting a claim on his body to stay attached to hers.

“S’right. I know that’s right,” he breathes. Teases his hips left and right, dipping shallow thrusts in the slick opening of her cunt. “This pussy needs me, needs my cock to settle her down,” he says, his cocky attitude boasting out of his shell again. She nods vigorously, pushing back down on every single thrust in.

Kendall knows the second it happens. Like a bomb going off inside her, she’s shaking pushing every moan out buried into his chest. He’s smiling when he reassuringly instructs her don’t hold it, let it out, fucking yell for me. His dick keeps spearing itself right onto her soft spots. Pulling out only to shove himself over her clit, only to ram it all right back in. To the hilt. She yells his name loud for him. Scratching his shoulder and down his lower back. Squeezing and holding onto him.

The end of hers triggers a signal towards the beginning of his. Hips desperately stuttering as her waves of aftershocks pull his cock inside further. His whole cock pulses and stays snug inside her walls. He snarls and slurs a right behind you sweetheart, c-can’t hold it. can’t take it any longer. you made a goddamn mess on me. you’re so wet between these legs. Twitching, releasing the heavy tension in his balls as his thick load dribbles down. Like a warm stream flooding down inside her.

Breathing heavily between his half assed kisses barely landing on her lips. Too exhausted to make any moves to pull himself off of her or out of her. Content to keep himself sated and warm.

A sharp knock interrupted the little heaven from their blissful worn out ease. Kendall’s knee jerk reaction was to scramble and rip a blanket up over them for some semblance of cover. Most of his boiling concern for her sake first.

His voice rapidly contorts into a boom, deep and commanding.

“Hey hey hey, stay the fuck out of here please! No disturbing, don’t fucking disturb. No-fucking-thank-you.”

The clock said it was eight o’five. He doesn’t remember when the housekeepers were to be expected either. It could’ve had his ears start blowing steam to think of staff getting any voyeuristic eyefuls.

The moment their shared afterglow spun into something more humorous, witnessing that protective panic flow through him both enough to make her smile and enough to snort a laugh. Enough to dig her face deep down into the crux of his shoulder.

“You good? Everything cool?— Oh, you’re laughing. ‘Course you are,” he grins. Shakes his head. “Someone almost came in here while I was still inside you, and you’re laughing.”

“Yeah, hearing you get so riled up for no reason s’really funny sometimes. They weren’t just gonna come in.”

“Uh, yeah they totally fucking could. Then what? We ask them to join us? Have some spontaneous uh, freaky three way—”

“Mm, maybe. Not such a bad idea.” she smiles at him deviously on purpose just to watch his reaction unfolding.

“Don’t even fucking go there. Don’t even go there,” he mildly threatens. More seriousness in him than she has in an ounce in her body, clapping her hands, grabbing the back of his head laughing at him. “Could put you over my lap and spank you just for saying that.”

“Aww. He doesn’t wanna go there, folks. Wants to keep me all to himself or something.”

“Well it’s pretty batshit to think I’m gonna just up and start sharing you now. Sharing my brat.”

She sees him roll off the bed with amusement still snarking her face. He flings open the mini refrigerator to pull out their leftovers, unraveling the foil and smacking one down onto a plate. He takes steps back over to their disheveled shared bed. “Now shush. Just keep lying down. Need you to recharge everything up before we fuck some more,” he leans down and mouths down her forehead, tucking back her hair behind her face. “We’re gonna have to restore all that energy baby. Still got work to do for me later, remember?”

He’s too distracted when he goes to heat up leftover food to witness the pink flush dawning her cheeks at his salacious promises. When the microwave goes off, Kendall hopes he doesn’t burn himself before going in for the first bite. Strolling over towards her, holding the filled tortilla over the plate. She watches him come closer to her side of the bed, holding it down and out in front of her, waiting. Looking pointedly at her and then at the plate.

“S’hot, so be careful. C’mon.”

He looks down at her blowing on it almost suggestively before taking a satisfying bite of it straight from his hand. They trade munching and take longer breaks for chewing and wiping their mouths. Kendall’s content to do the brunt work of making sure she’s fed. Hands her a fresh glass of water to wash it down, appreciating the way her throat looked sticking out in front of him while she swallowed. It’s something he could meander about in his brain and get lost in.

“More?”

She chews and thinks about it. Watches him take a napkin and briskly go in to wipe off any remnants left on her chin. “I’m pretty full.”

He holds her jaw and she lets it rest in one of his hands. “Good. That’s right where I want you. I’ll put this away. So.. Sleep?”

They both nod. After he took care of their leftovers, like a magnet drawn right back to the bed he’s there. Lacing every part of him to get tangled up with hers, from their legs to their arms to their toes. He selfishly snatches up one of her hands in his and cradles it to his chest as he fully engulfs himself into their (now filthy) covers.

“We can.. can do this all day at mine once we’re back in the city you know. Don’t have to get a hotel room like I’m Pretty Woman or some shit anytime you wanna tie me down, take some more advantage of me,” he clarifies, smiling directly into her. Nose meshing into her chest.

“Yeah? You wanna get ’tied down’,” she chuckles, using air quotes.

Kendall nods. “Mmhm. Be trapped under you all day, get used by you, however you want…. after you’ve been on good behavior for me,” he says. Sinks his teeth into her shoulder, gentle with how much pressure he uses. “How would you like that? Eliminating any.. any and all distance between us. Make this a thing. Make it real,” he continues. Interrupts her when he sees her start to open her mouth, making more promises he vows to keep. “I’ll do it like this. I’ll take care of you. Every day.”

Kendall pets her arm. Mostly for distracting himself. Hopes his voice doesn’t shake, hopes he comes off cooler and steadier than how wild his heart rate really became. His ribcage tenses with every millisecond that passes by.

“Only you could try and make it sound like a business proposition,” she takes his hand, shakes it with a firm hand. “What do our investors say? ‘It’s a deal, Mister Roy. Not only an honor but also a pleasure to have the opportunity to keep having you fuck me and my brains out. Sir yes sir’? That’s how they wanna say those salutations right?”

Kendall’s laughing barrels from his chest. He covers his eyes with his forearm. “Yeah, sure, sure. Fucking nailed it. Couldn’t have said it better myself.”

She takes his arm and pulls it off his face. Crowds in on him until his lips give in to her. Sealing them together. Zoning out and getting far more into it than she was when they first started, his arms curl themselves around her. Shamelessly pulling her firmly back on top of him.

“So we got a deal? We in business or what?”

He rubs her spine up and down. “Got yourself a deal. C’mere. Get in my business some more.”

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A = Affection (Are they an affectionate caregiver?) 

- He is a semi affectionate caregiver, dont get me wrong he loves his holding his baby but he also loves his personal space 

B = Behave (Are they strict? What kind of warnings do they give before punishment is needed?) 

- I  wouldnt say strict but he defiantly has his rules. He gives the “quit it” looks and he will verbally tell you to stop if he needs to 

C = Clothing (How do they dress their little?) 

- He mostly dresses up his little one in comfy clothes such as hoodies and comfortable pants but he tries to dress u the way you like when he figures out your style 

D = Defense (Are they protective caregivers? Maybe overprotective even?) 

- He is protective but only when he needs to be. Such as around certin people or places 

E = Express (How do they express their love?  What's their love language?) 

- He expresses his love by acts of service and words of affrimation  

F = First (How was their first experience as the little's caregiver?) 

- It was sweet, his little one started regressing in the lobby so he turned on cartoons on and asked them questions about there show since they love it and then later the little fell asleep with their head on husk shoulder 

G = Guide (Would they be a good teacher to their little? What would they teach them?) 

- Yes he is! He would teach his little on how to stand up for themselves and that its ok to make mistakes as long as we fix or learn from them  

H = Health (How do they make sure their little is healthy?) 

- He makes good lunches, helps brush there teeth, gets them water to drink, etc  

I = Intuitive (Can the caregiver feel when their little is regressing?) 

- Yea he is pretty good at knowing when his little one is regressed. He starts noting the little signs in his head so he knows when to go into his caregiver headspace  

J = Jealous (Are they the jealous caregiver type?) 

- Nah i dont think he is really that jealous but i do think he can get clingy at times  

K= Kiss (Are they used to kiss their little? Where?) 

- Forehead kissessssss 

L = Listen (Do they enjoy listening to their little?) 

- He doses love listening to his little one, he adores it when his little ones tells them about there fave things such as cartoons or movies they love.  

M = Moment (What's one of their favorite moments being a caregiver?)

- Nap time because he loves laying down and cuddling with his baby  

N = Nurse (Could and would they nurse their little one? Or would they rather bottle feed them?) 

- He would rather bottle feed them, he likes holding them it makes him feel happy in knowing his little one is safe.  

P = Pet Name (What pet name do they call their little? What pet name their little calls them?) 

- Kiddo, bug, sweetheart, and darlin 

Q = Quirk (Talk about a funny caregiver-quirk of them) 

- When he takes a nap with his little and gets warm, he starts to purr 

R = Rough (How do they punish their little? Is it rough or gentle?) 

- He is gently for sure, however sometimes he will accidently yell. But he will talk to his little first and make them eat more veggies and early bedtime for his little  

S = Seasons (What are their favorite season to play with their little and why?) 

- He loves the winter and fall because he loves to stay in with his little one and do crafts with them  

T = Toys (Are they used to spoil their little with toys? Or they'd rather play with their little most of the time without toys?) 

- A good mixture of both, he loves playing pretend however he will also set up a reward chart for you so that when you be good for a certin amount of time you can get rewards such as new toys

U = Useful (Is there anything they learned before becoming a caregiver that is *really* useful while caring for their little?) 

- Uhh- he knows more simple games such as go fish and peak a boo ( he thinks its cute when the two of you play peak a boo) 

V = Vulnerable (Would they show vulnerability around their little?) 

- Somewhat? He mostly tries to act strong around you espically when you are regressed  

W = Weep (What is their reaction when their little starts crying?) 

- His ears go back a little with a small amount of worry. He will pick you up and try to rock you asking you whats wrong as he rubs your back 

X = Xtra (Write the headcanon of your choice) 

- ( i headcannon that angel is a flip/big brother) so one day you and angel had a play date while husk watched you to from the counter. You ended up getting sad cause you felt icky but big brother angel was there to save the day! Husk was happy and relived to find angel comforting you, he adores moments like those  

Y = Yummy (Do they know how to cook? Do they enjoy cooking for their little?) 

- Yes, he loves and he actually knows how to cook, he will try and find fun ways to get you to eat your veggies as well! 

Z = Zzz (What about naptime and bedtime?) 

- He loves bedtime especially in the winter with soft led lights (if you want them) when its cold because he can hold you close with blankets and soft lullabies while the two of you sleep.  

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hey! I’m so sorry request have been so slow as well as my writing, I just haven’t been able to regress lately which makes it hard to write sometimes, but I’m trying to get back into it!

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[sageofgrief]

my first and only love

︱ gale galleon x reader, highschool sweethearts, established relationship, gale spoiling you because you deserve it <3

divider by cafekitsune

art by aliztyy (twt)

the day you met him was the day butterflies suddenly erupted inside your stomach. his brown golden hair that smelt like vanilla and coffee stung your nose in a good way, and his charming eyes that you could stare into forever, you wouldn't mind getting lost in it if it meant you could better understand him better, eyes are the windows of the soul after all.

ah damn it, he's too gorgeous. there's no way id ever get his atten- "hey!" you lifted your pen up from your notebook that you were just writing in to a familiar voice. you shifted your gaze to the person infront of you to see gale galleon. "o-oh! uuh.. sorry i was uh.. writing ssssomething.. can i help you..?" you stuttered out, making a fool out of yourself. "sorry.. can i uhh borrow a pen?" he nervously laughed. ahh he looked so cute blushing and avoiding your gaze, you didn't notice it unfortunately since you were also avoiding his gaze. you nodded and gave him the pen you were holding. he turns his back to his table to write something, while he was doing that, you could practically feel the hot blush on your face. it felt like your face was about to erupt like a volcano because of how flushed you were! so cute. you had all these thoughts in your head but before you could realize, he turns back to you and slides a piece of folded piece of paper along with your pen on your desk. he gulpd silently and turns back around.

you tilt your head in confusion and open the folded paper and what you saw was something you never could have expected. there on the lined paper, with messy but charming handwriting said "you're really cool, wanna hang out? -gale :)" and two drawn in boxes that said yes or no. you blinked a second time to really process if this is happening. without a thought you drew in a checklist in the yes box and folded it back together. you tap gale's shoulder and handed him the paper. he turns back to open the table and you swore you heard him do a little victory "yes...!" celebration after opening it. he once again turns back to you and says "soooo...movies? weekend?" "aye aye, captain".

"you always had that stupid eyepatch on everyday at school, people called you a pirate and some of the juniors even called you captain galleon!" months later, you were in your shared house with gale, you sat on the couch with his head on your shoulder. firepit crackling accompanied with the cold night air breeze and that post rain smell, what was it called.. ah yes, petrichor.

"you think my eyepatch was stupid?" he looked up at you and pouted with those big sad puppy eyes, "of course not, you goober. you looked edgy" "damn right i looked edgy" he said proudly then laughing along with you. "i never thought this would happen you know.." you sighed as you looked deep into his alluring eyes, his breathing calmed you... he sat up straight and kissed your forehead before saying "..me neither" and giggling like a child, shortly after he pulled you into a big bear hug where your head layed on his chest and there you fell asleep. he stroked your hair and had his chin rested on top of your head, shushing you to sleep coupled with whispering sweet nothings. just before you fully fell asleep though, you slurred out something while you were half awake, "i love..you gale... i always...will.." he smiles warmly and kisses your head, "i will always love you too, silly." and continued stroking your hair until you drifted off to dreamland.

apologies for any typos, i quite literally wrote this in bed.

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[ali-anne-undertale-stoof]

What's this? Two chapters at once? Oh yes, you're getting spoiled today!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/59131027/chapters/162553036#workskin

Chapter 21: Undyne and Sans

Sans should really come to Waterfall more often.

There's so much greenery... It's peaceful, calm, nothing like Snowdin or Hotland. Don't get him wrong, he adores the cheerful town of Snowdin and the technologically advanced Hotland, but Waterfall has an abundance of one of Sans' secret loves: nature.

He could spend hours here listening to the echo flowers, standing in the rain and looking up at the fake stars if he could. But no, he was on a mission. A mission to meet his boss, and Papyrus' future.

He had to wonder, though, if he really was employed under Undyne... Why didn't he get an interview? Why was he suddenly a sentry without even meeting his boss? That wasn't normal in the slightest. And it wasn't like he didn't actually get the job. He got paid and everything. So why...?

And most importantly, what about Papyrus? What did Undyne actually want with him? Papyrus is the main reason why he wanted to do this. It's just a talk. A mysterious chat.

He felt giddy at the idea of putting on his mysterious persona again. Man, he loved seeing the look on their faces when he- Oh, there's the house.

And there's the fish, sharpening her spears, of course. They were already sharp enough, though. Why did she feel like she had to sharpen them more? Why did he have so many questions running through his mind 24/7? Come on, Sans, don't get distracted. Do something right for once.

Sans took a deep breath and started sneaking around in the shadows, about to-

"I know you're there."

WHAT. HOW.

Sans couldn't move. His cheekbones felt warm. Oh god, was he blushing?! Crap, pat it down, pat it down! Crap, she spotted you! Say something! Lie! Do something!

"uhh... i wasn't sneaking up on you, i was just... uhh..." The tiny skeleton looked around, trying to find something to go off of. "i was wEEding." Aaaaand his voice cracked. Excellent.

The fish lady did not seem convinced. If anything, she looked AMUSED. "Weeding my garden, huh? Were you really doing that, or were you just trying to see me?"

Darn, she's good. But Sans wasn't going to give up on his creepy persona so easily. Surprisingly, he can be quite stubborn when he wants to be. After taking a moment to calm down, he leaned against the wall of her house and tried to look like one of those broody cowboys from those Western films he used to watch.

"you could say that. heh. you could also say that i might be here on behalf of another..."

"Wait, I recognise your voice!" Undyne exclaimed with a gleeful expression. "You're that guy who filled in for the sports announcer at the Snowathon yesterday, aren't you? You're Papyrus' weird brother he kept going on and on about!"

Dammit. He should've switched his font. Keep it together, keep it together... "well, i guess the cat's outta the bag."

Undyne squinted at him as her eye adjusted to his figure in the shadows. And once she finally saw what Papyrus' twin actually looked like, her jaw dropped in disbelief... and humour!

"Wait... YOU'RE Papyrus' twin brother?!"

Okay, how was she THIS good? This is unfair! "uhh... yeah."

"But... you're small!!!"

"...yeah."

"But... you're tiny!!!"

Beads of sweat appeared on Sans' forehead. "...yep."

He couldn't tell whether Undyne's face was that of disbelief that he's Papyrus' brother, or overwhelming joy at how cute and tiny he is. Usually, Sans didn't care that he's small. He quite enjoys it, actually! But his lackluster height and pudgy appearance really didn't do him any favours for looking 'cool' or 'edgy' or 'mysterious.' And in came the self-consciousness. Thanks a lot, Undyne.

For a minute, Sans struggled to think of a comeback. Is it even wise to insult his boss? Probably not.

Sans kept himself in the dark as he attempted to save his whole 'mysterious stranger' schtick. Surely this wouldn't make him seem even more endearing...

He caught Undyne's smile. It was definitely endearing. Crap.

"Fuhuhuhuhu! I'm sorry, I just didn't expect you to look like THAT."

"then what did you expect?"

She shrugged. "I don't know. Someone that looks like Papyrus, I guess. You are twins after all."

Sans rolled his eyes but let it slide. It was a common misconception. Besides, he wasn't here to discuss his appearance.

"heh, right. so..." Was he crossing his arms? Yup! Okay, continue. "i'm actually here cuz i have somethin' very important to discuss about my bro..."

"Ohhhhhh!" Undyne had the widest, goofiest toothy grin on her face. "You're here to make sure I'm treating your brother right, aren't you?"

Sans' soul just left his body. "wh-"

"Dude, just drop the act already. You're kind of making yourself look like an edgy teenager."

Fine. Sans wanted to drop the act anyway. This was just embarrassing.

Undyne nonchalantly watched as Sans stepped into the light, finally able to get a good look at him and... yeah, what was she expecting? The guy looked like a mix between an adult and a pudgy child. She bit her lip to keep from laughing. But then Sans spoke again and she realised that, yeah, she was talking to an adult, one the exact same age as Papyrus.

"so you know my brother's been dreaming of getting into the royal guard and you're training him. and that's good and dandy. but... the cooking lessons? i don't know about you, but i've personally never heard of a royal guard getting cooking lessons before." Undyne's face fell as Sans continued. "and why hire me? i mean, it's not like i'm ungrateful, but to hire someone without even meeting them first? what's your game plan? do you even have one?"

This skeleton was directly staring her down. She could tell. His eyelights were shaking, struggling to keep eye contact. It actually looked pretty painful. It's a good thing Undyne looked away. As soon as she did, Sans rubbed his eye sockets, but he still kept up that serious, concerned face and tone. "...or do you not have one?"

Undyne took a moment to think of an answer. Just as Sans started to deflate, she piped up. "Your brother is... well, he's a cool guy, for starters. He's really tough, one of the toughest people I've ever seen! And he's got a good technique, too. It's just... ugh..." She glanced at the questioning skeleton again. Confusion swirled around in his eye sockets, as well as something Undyne had also seen in Papyrus - innocence. It's not the amount that Papyrus had. She doubted there was much of it left. But it reminded her of her duty as the Captain of the Royal Guard, why she does what she does. And in turn, that made her next few words even more confident.

"Your brother's a great fighter. But he's got a long way to go before I can even think of training him, you know? He's just the sweetest, kindest... most innocent person I know, and I don't want to send him into battle where he could get cut up into little..." She gestured wildly with her hands. "Little... Tiny little... Smiling pieces! Got it???"

No. No he don't 'got it.' Did Undyne really think of his own brother like that? Is that all she thought of him? That Papyrus was just an innocent little bean that needed to be protected despite his strength? Something didn't sit right with the short skeleton. "then why even hire us to be sentries in the first place? couldn't you have just turned him down?"

Undyne grimaced. "My job is to nurture dreams, not break them."

"and the cooking lessons?"

"He enjoys them, doesn't he?"

"...yup. practices it every week." He didn't have the heart (get it?) to tell Undyne his spaghetti's completely inedible. His suspicious glare softened as he watched Undyne sigh and focus her attention on sharpening her spear.

"Look, the Royal Guard is not about fighting bad guys or being popular. It's about standing up for the welfare of your people. To serve and protect everyone in the kingdom... and yeah, sometimes you have to protect monsters from each other too. Your brother strikes me as the type of guy to see the best in people, and I love that for him, but it worries me too, you know? Someone like that could be easily tricked or manipulated because they just want to see the best in people despite their actions. I don't want Papyrus to fall for that. That sort of thing could get him killed one day. So I thought, 'why not try to set him up for a different path, like cooking?' So... yeah. That's about it."

Sans' face completely softened. So she really does want to protect him. He had to admit, Undyne has a point. Papyrus' habit of seeing the best in people is beautiful, but he knew that trait could also make one susceptible to manipulation. Papyrus had been manipulated more than once before... If he trusted the wrong person, then there is a very real chance of Papyrus getting himself hurt. But he still had one last question.

"why hire me, though?"

Jeebus, this skeleton had too many questions. "He never stops talking about you. I'm guessing that's because he doesn't have anyone else, does he?" Undyne spared Sans a glance, giving him enough time to shake his head. "Ha! Thought so! I also heard about your financial situation. Giving you both a stable job where you two can support each other is the least I could do."

Sans' eyelights glowed brighter at that statement. She was looking out for them. Every step of the way... She really is a good captain. There was still a slight uncomfortable feeling in his ribcage, but it was mostly quelled by the amount of respect he had for her. He still wasn't sure if this was the best way to do it, but if it's the best way she knows how, then...

"heh. thanks for that. that's, uh, really appreciated." He used his foot to draw lines in the dirt. Now there's dirt all over his slippers. Yay.

Undyne smiled as she let go of the tension in her body. She stood, tall and proud as she looked down at the chubby skeleton.

"Hey, no problem! Thanks for understanding! Damn, you must really care about your brother, don't you?" She laughed and crossed her arms. "I was right to put you near him. From what I've heard, you two are really close."

Sans beamed. "yeah, we are. i'm a lucky skeleton."

Undyne laughed again. Well, that's that out of the way. Time to train! "See you around, weirdo." And off she went.

As Sans watched her walk away, he let his mind process the conversation. Undyne had pure intentions., that's the main thing. Her intentions were pure, she's treating Papyrus well... He just wondered if this was the right thing to do. What would Papyrus think if he told him this information? That she never intended on letting him in the guard? That all his dreams were for naught?

...

Is it really any of his business, though? He didn't want another Mettaton incident. He didn't want to make anyone else upset. Maybe...

Maybe it's best if he stayed out of it.

Yeah... Just stay out of it. This doesn't involve him.

[fic-book718recs]

The Marauders' Guides to Save the Wizarding World by @groundzero-v

Okay so im tired and exhausted so this won't be very uhh comprehensive? And I think i've alr recced this like 6 times but

The fic isn't even complete and i've visited it 152 times. Which actually surprises me i would not have guessed that at all

And uhh I'm sure this goes without saying but I am IN LOVE with this fic it brings me peace to my too-messed-up irrl

Pairing: Sirius Black/James Potter

Summary:

“What about you?” Sirius demanded, looking up at him, voice still slightly slurry but barely so, as if he was powering through it with sheer willpower alone.

There was a strong pang somewhere near James’ heart. “I’ll be alright when you get better.”

“Pretty sure that despite your best efforts, you two are not actually one being,” the girl remarked drily.

Sirius scowled.

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James and Sirius compete as a team in the Triwizard Tournament, there is something strange going on at the castle, Skeeter enjoys writing about them a little bit too much, and the Dark Lord is on the rise. And that is only the start of it.

Featuring James and Sirius being brilliant at everything but each other

Snippet: (There ARE SO MANY I WANT TO TAKE. imma try to take one that doesn't spoil the fic):

“The Five Principles of Changing Shapes, Professor.” McGonagall shook her head, and Aitken’s face visibly soured, her shoulder slumping. “Those only concern the Transfiguration of nonliving objects.” Evans’ hand seemed to rise even higher, prompting a look from Aitken. “Limits of Sithric the Younger?” she voiced when McGonagall signalled her to answer. “Also incorrect.” McGonagall's sharp eyes swept across the class from under her dark rimmed hat.  James was just about to turn his attention back to shading Mrs. Norris’ paws when her sharp voice pulled his focus back to the class. “Mr. Potter,“ she called out. “I’m assuming you know the answer?” James shrugged a little, smiling as he looked up from his parchment. “I’m assuming the same, Professor. It’s the Five Principal Exceptions to Gamp's Law, isn’t it?” Professor McGonagall didn’t bat an eye. “That’s correct. Ten points to Gryffindor.”  His grin only widened when he noticed the outraged looks on Evans’ and Aitken’s faces.

AND (bc one snippet doesn't enough demonstrate how much i love this fic):

Sirius pushed himself up to his feet with his healthy hand, shaking his head. “Yeah, yeah, I’m coming. Leave it to James “Prongs” Potter to be sound asleep and then ready to run a mile a second after.” “Perks of being the Quidditch captain I suppose. You make do.” “Perks or a curse?” James hummed in thought, tapping at his chin. “Honestly… might be both.” “Sounds about right.” Sirius' face danced with amusement, his eyes glinting. “You know, I hear the Gryffindor Captain is pretty tough; you wouldn’t believe the drills he puts his team through.” James nodded. “I sure wouldn’t.” “Heard he’s the best in the whole castle though.” Sirius shrugged innocently. “So there might be some method to the madness.” James rolled his eyes, lightly pushing Sirius’ healthy shoulder. “Oh shut up.” He couldn’t help the pleased smile that had spread across his lips even as he tried his best to hide it. Heels clicking against stone suddenly sounded from somewhere to their left, the high-pitched voice of Rita Skeeter following it soon after, the expression on Sirius’ face freezing into hostility.

I didn't put anything from the tasks or anythign to not spoil the fic-- also these two are some of my fav moments from the fic so far!

[storiesbyjes2g]

3.102 Negotiations

I thought about the whole money tree argument all night, and while I understood Sophia's concerns, it still didn't sit well with me. Dub's words from his note echoed in my head. "Financial freedom to pursue your dreams," he said. I knew she preferred to live a simple life, but didn't she have bigger dreams than just being married to me and raising our children? I heard the TV on, so I got up to address the topic again. My goal wasn't to change her mind—though I hoped she would—but to present my case coherently. I was blinded by the simoleons I didn't even have yet and failed to put a counteroffer on the table. If she could hear my thoughts, maybe she could see it in a different light.

"Good morning," I said.

"Have you ever seen this show? It's so fun!"

"Uhh...no. Can we talk?"

"Of course," she said, turning off the TV. "What's on your mind so early?"

"I want to revisit the money tree situation."

"Okay. Sure."

"You presented your reasons for limiting its use, but I don't think I did a good job explaining why I think we shouldn't, and I'd like you to hear what I think."

"Okay," she said slowly. "So, what's up?"

"You said it would be an insult to return the gift, but I think it would be an insult to ignore Dub's wishes."

Her eyebrow went up a little bit, but she was still tracking with me, so I went on.

"I understand your hesitation, but we don't have to let the money change anything about us. We can be ourselves, but with peace of mind and more opportunities. I think maybe your childhood is influencing how you're seeing this, but so is mine. I'm gonna tell you a different part of my story so you can see where I'm coming from."

"Sure."

"Okay..."

I took a deep breath and hoped my story would work some magic.

"You've been around my parents enough to know my mom is the one with the money."

"Yeah. That's obvious."

"Right. She spoiled us...she still does, heh. But we weren't spoiled brats. We had everything we needed, and a few things we wanted, but we didn't live extravagantly. We went to public school, wore regular clothes, and lived in a middle class neighborhood. For a long time, my mom had an office job. And even now, she still works her candle business. We weren't rich by any means. We were comfortable. I know this because when we went to my dad's house, it was not comfortable. He came home tired every day and didn't have the energy to spend time with us. He never took us anywhere, and there was nothing to do at his house-"

"But that's not what-"

"Wait. Let me finish. I haven't made my point yet."

"Okay. Sorry."

"My grandparents bought my mom a little house and gave her a chunk of money when she moved out so she could have peace of mind and time to explore the world and figure out what she wanted to do without the pressure of bills and working a job she hated."

Sophia nodded and smiled, giving me hope that my story already inspired her to change her mind.

"When we moved out, she did the same thing for us…except for the house, of course. It wasn't a ton of money, but I could have gotten a cheap apartment if I wanted to."

"Or a tiny house," she said, gesturing vaguely.

"Ha! Yeah, I could have afforded this. She's still taking care of us. I keep telling her she doesn't need to keep doing things for us, but all she says is when I have a child, I'll understand."

Sophia nodded.

"Yeah...I remember hearing her say that in Tartosa."

"Yeah... I may not have a child yet, but I do want to give it every opportunity I had and then some. I don't want it to worry and feel how we felt at my dad's house."

"I get that. I don't want that either."

"And what you said about your parents. They were older when they adopted you because it took forever to save the money. If we want to send off our children with a little something, we have to start saving now. We can't wait until a week before they're gone to start harvesting the tree. Maybe we don't take from it every day. Maybe just once or twice a week, or whenever we think about it. But just leaving the tree alone until we need it? That's not gonna give our children the kind of future I want them to have. I want to continue what my grandparents started. I don't think we should waste this opportunity."

She sat there, nodding and staring at me like she didn't realize I was done. But then she turned away, stared at the floor, and sighed.

"Wow... Your family history is filled with so much love and support."

I grabbed her hands, hoping to seal the deal and provide a little comfort.

"Yes. And you're part of that family now. I just want to continue the cycle. That's all. I don't want to start wearing labels and buy a big house in Del Sol. I just want to spend time with my family without consequence."

"I can't argue with that. I'm still not letting you give up on yoga, though."

I laughed. "I didn't expect you would."

"And to be clear," I continued, "I'm not gonna give up. I just don't want to be in a position where I'm still hustling and missing everything going on at home. You'll be here, so I know everything will be fine, but I want to be here too. I want our children to have all the benefits of living in a two-parent house."

"That's beautiful, Luca. I see the whole picture now. I've just decided I'm definitely not to going back to work."

I beamed at her.

"Really?? That's awesome! I love that for you."

"So, what do you think you'll do?"

"I don't know yet. I don't want to give up on teaching just yet, but I'll probably spend more time on SimTube. I have time to figure it out, though. Speaking of the hustle...I gotta go. I love you, Sophia. I love our life, and I can't wait to see how it turns out."

"I love you more!"

[criminal-sen]

Omfg guys I finally FINALLY had a revelation about Imperfect and realized why I'm stuck so hard (well, a big reason, as there are mulitple things to get stuck on in this fucking chapter). If yr caught up on reading it and are wondering what I'm on about, I'll put it in a readmore. Big huge plot spoil warning for those who haven't btw (and a few words about where I'm planning to take things, just for the upcoming chapter)

So remember how Mayuri is all pissed off at Unohana for not helping him during Urahara's captaincy? Like she saw he was all beaten up and he thinks she turned a blind eye? Yah sooooo I wrote that plot point on a complete fucking whim, cuz my mind was wandering over the subject of physical exams and how things might’ve unfolded. I didn't have a resolution for it nor any ideas on how to handle it, i was just like 'this is a thing now:D' and wrote it in.

Fast forward to later chapters and we now have Unohana responsible for a bigger and more important bad thing she's about to confess to (finding him pre maggots nest and uhh slapping him n shit), yet there's this random fucking Other Thing that's come to a head and I can't figure out how to deal with it without minimizing them both or, at the very least, have Mayuri walk away still fuming mad at her. And he's not supposed to do that (plot spoil ig:p) he's supposed to remember his past and see Unohana’s role in it as fairly trivial. Like maybe not say 'oh it's fine, I'd slap me too' but at least digress that it was a very human mistake, and an old one at that. And then there's a rainbow and birds chirping and they walk out holding hands or some shit (kidding I am kidding)

Anyway. I can't have him do any of that with this other grudge at the forefront. So u know what that means? Big fucking.. stupid pain in the ass overhaul (it's not THAT big, just some segments in two of the chapters iirc). But hey, it's better than this stupid fucking 'ough but maybe I can work around it THIS way' mobius strip I've been stuck in for the past.. Almost A Fucking Year

[fox-buried-in-maple-leaves]

1-10 from the whump asks for katsumi and/or masuyo

Ask Game!

What appeals to you about this character?

I love sunshine characters that hide a dark past. Especially ones who have deluded themselves into believing in their innocence despite all the evidence proving they're a monster.

Masuyo providing a person to blame also excites me. It allows Katsumi to further deflect blame, to never ever reflect on his actions or inactions. Masuyo becomes a fall guy. What's your least favorite aspect of this character?

How op I accidentally made him. It makes sense in the context of the story and it can't really be changed. But I'd like to see him fail more.

I actually don't dislike very much about Masuyo. I guess maybe his overprotectiveness can be annoying at times, but that's literally His Thing. It's integral to why he exists, so I can't ever dislike it, even in its worst moments. What's your favorite canon moment with this character?

(Redacted)

Uhm when he meets Eiji! It's a very big turning point for his character and I adore their relationship sooo.

I can't really explain Masuyo's without spoiling it, mayhaps one day I'll write more of their story. But nonetheless, Masuyo in general has very good canon moments.

Do you have a favorite fic for this character?

Marine Biologist, the mermay au fic. and also By The Crystal Water, where he meets Eiji.

What's your favorite whump trope to use for this character and why?

Dehumanization by both himself and the people around him :) It's a big portion of his upbringing and what he's supposed to mean in the grand scheme of things.

Like I said, Masuyo is the "fall guy", the trope where someone takes the blame time and time again without being at fault, mwah. Whose relationship with this character is your favorite, shipping or otherwise?

@ha-ule-nalu's Eiji. I'm so glad she agreed to put Eiji in Amant because sure Katsumi works fine on his own, he's a better character when given someone so different to bounce off of and develop with.

Masuyo's deeper relationship to Katsumi is my favourite for him. They just have very different views of each other. Whose relationship with this character is your least favorite?

Katsumi and his mother

Masuyo and detective Kaede. Describe your ideal whump scenario for this character.

I need Katsumi to fall prey to his own hubris and lose sight of who he is and realise he is exactly what they say he is.

Any and every time Masuyo can't protect Katsumi. Do you have headcanons for this character, if they're not an OC?

well they're both ocs so there's that! uhh idk before I gave Katsumi a big fuck off katana i originally re-imagined him with a bow. I scraped the bow very quickly.

my headcanon is that Masuyo would be so funny if he had his own body and trailed after Katsumi that way. What would devastate them the most, emotionally speaking?

He doesn't know it, but losing Masuyo would quite literally kill Katsumi. He'd never be able to access himself again, he isn't strong enough alone to keep himself from succumbing.

Masuyo's got the world's biggest fear of failure.

[microraptorreactor]

HIHI uhh unstable-and-gay is one of my friends and my OTHER friend got me into WF, I heard from said friend that like. in order to truly get what the hell is happening in WF you Really gotta have a Guy Who Already Knows. I’ve only been playing truly maybe 1-3 weeks now (I tried before last year but it didn’t work for me at the time) lmao. my fav quest I’ve done so far is the Duviri Paradox, and I’m striving to become one of the maximum of 2 sevagoth mains lmao. I’ve been having a ton of fun with it so far and uhh. hi do you have any general tips for new players or like, any favourites you wanna rant about : )

HIHIHI! I will gladly rant to anyone and everyone about Warframe. All my tips are outdated because I know they changed progression but here goes:

Upgrade from the mrk-1 weapons if you haven't already. The regular versions can be bought for credits in the store.

Learn to mod! Modding works of percentages so you have to figure out what each piece of equipment is good at. Or just hit the automatic mod button and call it a day, that should get you through most of the game's story.

Whatever people say about meta basically only applies to endgame missions. Almost every warframe is viable for regular play if you know how to use them. THe one weapon I've found to be genuinly unplayable is the Stug, so tread a little more carefully around weapons.

Primes are nice to have, but not required. I am used to a time where Primes were far harder to get ahold of though, so picking one to work towards isn't a bad idea! Also, the one exception to this is Ash Prime. I don't care he's vaulted, he is genuinely easier to get then base Ash.

best way to get mastery is to rank up every weapon and warframe avalible to you. But also, the highest mastery you ever really need is 16, they stop gateing weapons after that.

Digital Extremes has the funiest fucking way of retconing lore. I don't know where you are in the game rn, so that's all I will say.

My favorite characters are the sentients lol. I cannot rant about most of them without spoiling the end of the game though. But uh, here's a list of my blorbos if you'd like more about any of these characters! Please include what quest ur on though, so I don't spoil you RIP. I also know everything about everyone else up until the most recent update.

Kaeli

Era

Natah

Cephalon Suda

Kullervo

Drusus Levarian (specifically his pre-Dante Unbound version)

but yeah my user is Spireofspring if you'd like to add me! It'll be awhile until I get online again, I've been on hiatus thanks to Destiny but Jade Shadows will make me reappear.

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B06: Benefits of Being Alone

Characters: Yodaka, Netaro, Toi, Ryui & Nagi Location: HAMA Summary: Yodaka explains that he has stopped being influenced by others ever since he started spending time by himself. The protagonist asks Yodaka if he has any dreams or wishes, but Yodaka stays silent… Proofreader: Shay

Yodaka: Sorry for asking you to drive. You must be busy with other work, right?

Momiji / Kaede: No no, it’s fine~! I’ve gotten a lot of strength from Nagi-kun recently!

Yodaka: Yeah, Nagi is definitely heading in a good direction in terms of change.

Momiji / Kaede: Doesn’t it make you feel more motivated watching him? It makes me feel like doing my best in the things I want to do – it’s like I’ve been given a push on the back.

Yodaka: …………… Yeah.

Momiji / Kaede: (Oh, that’s an unexpected reaction…)

Yodaka: Oh, sorry for spoiling the mood. It’s been a long time since I last put myself in someone else’s shoes, so it caught me off guard.

Momiji / Kaede: Uhh…?

Yodaka: …Hmm. For example, when someone your age is doing their best, when a co-worker gets a promotion or when a family member gets married.

You can’t help but compare yourself to them. It’s been a long time since I was last influenced by someone else.

It made me realise just now that the antenna, which allows you to feel those things, disappears after spending a lot of time in that sort of environment.

Momiji / Kaede: (So Yodaka-san is trying to say that he doesn’t get influenced by others anymore…?)

Uhh, that’s a good thing in your eyes, right, Yodaka-san…?

Yodaka: Heh. Who knows? What do you think?

Momiji / Kaede: Huh? W–Well… I’m not sure. But I think it’s cool to live independently without being randomly pushed around by other people.

Yodaka: I’m not that amazing of a person. I guess it’s just the benefits of being alone.

Momiji / Kaede: B–Being alone… Do most people become like that when they’re your age, Yodaka-san?

Yodaka: Yeah. Maybe it’s exactly as you say.

Momiji / Kaede: ……

(Yodaka-san can be pretty blunt, but it’s not like you can tell what he’s thinking… It’s like he’s really good at dodging the questions.)

(It’s like there’s a huge difference between his physical and mental age…)

Yodaka: Hehe. Did I accidentally put you on the spot?

Momiji / Kaede: No, not at all…!

Okay! There’s a question I always ask when I want to know someone better, but…

Yodaka-san, have you thought about what sort of person you want to be? What things do you want to do? It’s fine if they’re wild ideas – do you have any dreams or aspirations?

Yodaka: ……

Momiji / Kaede: (H–Huh? He’s gone silent this time…)

Yodaka: …… Hmm.

Momiji / Kaede: (He’s closed his eyes and is thinking about it seriously… I hope I didn’t offend him by asking too much…)

(But I can’t go back now…)

Yodaka: ……

Momiji / Kaede: ……………

Yodaka: ……………………….

Momiji / Kaede: (U–Ugh… I can’t bear the silence…! It might sound a bit forced, but I should change the topic–)

Yodaka: …… Zzz… zzz…

Momiji / Kaede: …Huh?

Yodaka: Zzz…

Momiji / Kaede: Wait… Yodaka-san, did you fall asleep!? We were in the middle of a conversation – how could you fall asleep right then and there!?

Yodaka: Mm… ……Oh?

I was… a royal flycatcher just now… When did I turn back into a human…?

Momiji / Kaede: (He’s totally half-asleep… What the heck is a royal flycatcher…?)

What’re you talking about? Wake up, please! There’s no royal flycatcher here – it’s just me.

Yodaka: …………Oh. My apologies. It seems I dozed off.

Momiji / Kaede: It’s fine… Are you okay? You can rest for a while if you’re tired.

Yodaka: It’s not that. Sorry for dozing off in the middle of our conversation.

To tell the truth, I’m not good at thinking about the future.

Once I start thinking about the future or what I desire, a wave of sleep suddenly washes over me, like a curtain coming down. Just like what happened earlier.

Maybe my brain has been modified.

Momiji / Kaede: That’s not funny… Shouldn’t you get that checked out at the hospital?

Yodaka: Hehe. Thanks for taking it seriously. But I’m really fine, so don’t worry.

Look, we’re almost at the restaurant.

Momiji / Kaede: (I have a feeling he changed the flow of the conversation again…)

Netaro: Chewy candy is delicious when you’re waiting for lunch to arrive~

Toi: Yeah~

Ryui: …Sigh.

Nagi: Hm. Uh-oh, this is bad. Hellooo?

Ryui: What’re you doin’?

Nagi: My back is stuck to the freshly painted wall.

Ryui: What!? And that’s the spot I just painted…!

Nagi: Calm down. I’ll repaint it afterwards. Don’t worry.

Ryui: You shouldn’t be so calm! You’re stuck to the wall for crying out loud – how are you so indifferent!? You’re so weird!!

Nagi: Anyway, just pull me out. Everything starts from that first step.

Ryui: Freakin’ hell!!

*Ryui pulls Nagi out*

Nagi: How does it look?

Ryui: Ugh~!! All my hard work’s gone down the drain!!

Nagi: Uh, I’m talking about my back. Do you think it can be cleaned?

Ryui: I DON’T CARE!! JUST DIE!!!!

Nagi: What’s wrong? You’re grumpier than usual…

Ryui: ……!

Tch. It’s nothing. Things won’t get done if I leave them to you…

Nagi: Then, let’s do it together. It’s faster that way and your ability to get things done might override my inability to get things done.

Ryui: You’re the root of the problem here, so it pisses me off seeing you calmer than I am…

Nagi: Here’s your brush.

Ryui: Sigh…

……………

Nagi: …………….

Ryui…

Ryui: Huh?

Nagi: You’re not that great at painting.

Ryui: Don’t compare me to someone like you, who’s got lots of experience. I’m just an amateur.

Nagi: The paint’s uneven there,

Ryui: Tch… This is just how I do things, okay?

Nagi: It’s not going to look right unless I do it all myself.

Ryui: Are you trying to pick a fight with me?

Nagi: I was just being honest. I’ll apologise if I aggravated you.

Ryui: Actually, I’d say your entire existence is aggravating.

Nagi: Sorry.

Ryui: ……

Nagi: ……

Ryui, you’re really close with Toi, right?

Ryui: …Damn right I am.

Nagi: You don’t get along with the rest of your family?

Ryui: Hey, you’re overstepping your boundaries there.

Nagi: Sorry.

Hey.

How much does Toi’s divinations cost? Could I also get an appointment without connections?

Ryui: ……

Nagi: ……

Huh…? I’ll ask one more ti–

Ryui: Don’t.

Nagi: What?

Ryui: Don’t ask him to perform divinations.

Nagi: Why not?

Ryui: Nothing good ever comes out of getting involved with the Shiramitsu Family. I can guarantee you that.

Besides, even if you get your fortune told, it won’t change the truth or your destiny.

Nagi: ……

Ryui: You understand what I’m trying to say, right?

Nagi: ……

(I do. But…)

(Isn’t it better than doing nothing…?)

Momiji / Kaede: We’re back~!

Yodaka: Let’s have lunch.

Netaro: Wow~! Pork cutlet and Japanese ketchup pasta! It looks so good~!

Momiji / Kaede: There’s mooncake for dessert, too! They’re all bought locally here in HAMA, so I guarantee they’ll taste great!

Nagi: Wow. This all looks so luxurious…

Yodaka: We’ll need a lot of energy to finish the rest of the work, after all.

Toi: I’m happy there’s sweets~

Ryui: Thanks.

Momiji / Kaede: By the way, Ryui-kun, isn’t it about time you told us what sort of store you’ll be opening?

Toi: Oh, yeah. He told me, but…

Ryui: The pork cutlet tastes great.

Momiji / Kaede: Hey. Come on, Ryui-kun.

Ryui: The mooncake tastes great, too.

Momiji / Kaede: H–He’s trying to feign ignorance!?

Toi: Maybe Ani-sama is feeling a bit shy.

Yodaka: Let’s just wait silently.

Nagi: …Oh, a store that sells good-luck charms and protection amulets would be nice. You’re always wearing one around your neck, right?

Ryui: How could you announce it before I do!!? It’s gonna feel like I’m copying you!!

Yodaka: So, he hit it on the nose?

Netaro: Good luck charms, huh~!! I’ve never had one, but I kinda want one for myself!

Momiji / Kaede: I think they’ll make great gifts for tourists!

Toi: Ani-sama, the cat’s out of the bag, huh. Ahaha!

Ryui: Damn you, Hachinoya… I’m gonna remember this…!

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