#i'll be fine it happens sometimes but it'll pass

[soulmvtes]

i love coming out of an everything shower and smelling of cocoa and hibiscus and using moroccanoil on my hair and putting on a perfume that smells of jasmine and using a rose toner and doing all my silly little skincare before getting into bed to watch a comforting movie :'))

[duchess-doodles]

Uuh so some more on my take on human Bill. He basically highjacks Nick's body and uses some good ol ancient rune tattoos to make him into an immortal vessel only he can possess. Some more ✨lore✨ under the cut because I have waaaaay to many thoughts about this

So Nick is just some random guy who's passing through Gravity Falls, and he stops in the dusk 2 dawn for some chips or something

Ford happens to be there at the same time. He has the very normal, very insignificant thought of seeing some dude across the aisle in a convenience store and thinking "hm. cute guy" (which I might add is a thought he's barely conscious of. My guy has layers of representation to deal with but that's a different post) and moves on with his day

Bill on the other hand, the jealous fuck, reads this in Ford's brain and has the calm, collected and controlled reaction of ghosting ford for a few weeks to go fuck with this guy. For "fun." Definitely no reason other than that nope Bill doesn't care that Sixer spent 0.2 seconds looking at another guy whaaat no why would he care

Eventually Bill manages to get Nick to make a deal with him and gets his hands on Nick's body. Nick is obviously Not Ok with this so Bill rips out Nick's eye, using the body's pain to deter Nick from trying to get it back and because he's a crazy bitch like that and also because I want my Bill design to have one eye sue me

Then Bill does all the hair dying and piercing, and then uses spellbinding tattoos to secure his new flesh puppet :D now Nick's body can only be possessed by him (thereby keeping Nick out permanently so Bill can come and go as he pleases, without having to worry about fighting for the body's ownership every time he wants to use it) and doesn't need "looking after" the way a normal human body does (so he can leave it in a closet for weeks on end and it'll be fine)

Bill then rocks back up to the mystery shack and tells Ford he can manifest a human body sometimes. Just flat out lies to him. Like the liar he is <3

He stashes the body under the porch or something when he's not using it

I have more thoughts on this but I'll save it for another post lol

[sea-of-dust]

Hello c:

can I request Akira and Ryuji with a f!s/o who is going through her period

(I'm suffering the wrath of cramps 😭)

This is the worst....

Ryuji and Joker/Akira x Fem!Reader

Summary: you're on your period with them trying to help you

Notes: HI Hi annon!, dw I feel ya 💀 ALSO I GOT THE OTHER MESSAGE IM SORRY I MADE YOU WAIT SO LONG 🙇‍♂️🙇‍♂️

Warnings: mentions of blood, the hell of period craps

He has futaba he already knows what it must be like for you maybe even worse, so he brings you stuff you like in hopes you don't turn into a fire breathing dragon and spit fire (futaba)

Offers to do your homework for you or help you with it. He wants you to rest, don't stress about it too much not like he memmorised your handwriting for this exact purpose. So what if they aren't causing you that much pain you rest watch him speed run homework.

He lays his head on your stomach sometimes, this could lead to teasing unless you were actually about to make futabas story real. "Hey leave my girlfriend alone stomach" "stop qouting that!" Getting you to laugh made it worth it

He will lay with you even if you don't ask you could take a nap and wake up with him on his phone next to you. "You're awake?" Scooing over with a chipper grin on his face he shows you his phone "take a peak at this" as he shows you the video you don't notice him sneaking his arm under your torso to pull you into his chest. "Felt that" "awe" you feel him lean over you to kiss your cheek "I woulda got you this time sure of it" smiling weakly you kiss him back "not a chance"

He does cook for you during these times. The godsend of his cooking always make you forget about the pain and misfortune of these unfortunate times. "I can spoon feed you if you want" "YES"

He looks like his brains about to explode when he learns your on your period. "Ohhh that time of the month. No biggie!" Until you didn't show up to school one day because of your cramps

He did come running to your house with pads and the plush you kept hugging when you stayed in his. "Miss l/n it's an emergency please let me stay with your daughter!" "Oh you must be Ryuji! She talks so much about you!" Her eyes water as she fondly tells him about the times you spoke about him. It was nice but what was great was sneaking away mid rant. "Y/n!" "Ryuji?!"

He takes oddly great care of you, offering you food and bringing a game with him. "You brought alot-" "well yea I didn't know what you were in the mood for so I brought everything I knew ya liked" "They're gonna last me years..." "perfect!"

Only lays next to you if you ask him to. Feels like if he moves the wrong way it'll make you uncomfortable. So when you eventually get him to lay next to you he's just a board, his mind comming up with all sorts of theories for what would happen if he even breathed wrong.

So the next day you came to school the guy was with you every step. "Ryuji your classrooms next door" "what if you pass out" "they aren't that bad worse case I end up vomiting" "what if there's no bag!" You sigh patting his shoulder "listen I'll be fine" it's gonna take the bell to ring for him to finally give in. Doesn't mean he isn't walking you home keeping an eye out for anything out of the ordinary.

[agi-ppangx]

💭when you find out you're pregnant with minho

pairing: lee minho x fem!reader

word count: 622

tags: non!idol au, estabilished relationship, fluff

warnings: mentions of pregnancy, mention of pee (it's nothing weird i promise, the reader is just taking a pregnancy test), a bit of crying, being scared of whatever is gonna come in the future, happy ending

author's note: hii guys, i hope youre having a nice day/night ‹3 today i offer you a soft minho drabble, hopefully you will like it !! totally not proofread lol anyway, feedback and reblogs highly appreciated 🫶🏽

part two | part three

minho returned home with a bag full of pregnancy tests and placed them on a counter in the kitchen. you got up from the kitchen chair to grab them and rushed to the bathroom. "you want me to go there with you, baby?" minho asked quietly, sensing your nervousness. "min, baby, i love you, but i don't want you to see me when i pee on a plastic stick," you responded, trying to lighten the atmosphere in the room. minho chuckled at your words. "fine, i'll be here by the door in case you need me." you nodded and entered the bathroom, locking the door behind you.

when you woke up in the morning, you felt that it was the day you should finally tell minho that your period was late. you were stressed for the past two months, you thought it was maybe because you were overworking yourself and it just caused your period not to show. you tried to relax for the past few weeks, but at this point you knew it wasn't just because you were overworked. you told him and his first impulse was to hug you and then go to the store for pregnancy tests. he seemed calm, like it wasn't a big deal. but inside, minho was terrified. you two didn't plan to start a family right now, you talked about it sometimes, but in your imagination it was supposed to happen much later. but apparently life wanted to surprise both of you.

when you finished and placed all three tests on the sink, you set a timer, then unlocked the door and quietly called minho. you sat by the bathtub, legs placed by your chest. your breathing was uneven, short, shallow breaths escaping your lungs. minho sat next to you, hugging you tightly and rubbing circles on your back with his hand. "how long do we have to wait?" he whispered. "around 15 minutes," you mumbled, hiding your face in the crook of his neck. minho hummed to let you know he heard you and placed a soft kiss on your head. "what are we gonna do if i'm pregnant?" you asked suddenly, looking him in the eyes. you didn't cry, but minho could see you were scared. he thought about it for a while and then responded "if you are pregnant, everything's gonna be fine. i'll support you, whether you wanna keep it or not. but either way it'll be okay baby, i love you and i'm sure we can deal with it," minho said, his words causing you to tear up a little bit. you exhaled shakily, your eyes now focused on your hands fiddling with minho's hoodie. it was when the timer went out, signalling both of you that 15 minutes passed. you looked into each others' eyes at the same time. "you ready?" minho asked you and you nodded. he helped you get up and together you went to the sink to check the results. all three tests were positive. "i'm pregnant…" you whispered, tears starting to fall down your cheeks. minho hugged you once again, rocking you gently in his arms. when you calmed down a bit, you looked up at him and smiled. it was when minho teared up as well. "you're going to be a dad, baby," you whispered and kissed him deeply and slowly. when you pulled out, minho placed one more kiss on your nose. "does it mean you're gonna keep it?" he then asked, still quite unsure what you're planning on doing. you hesitated, but then whispered quietly "yeah". were you ready for parenthood? of course no. you were terrified, worried and nervous. but with minho by your side you knew it's gonna be okay.

[missyandthemisfits]

congrats on your 100 followers!! i saw that requests are open so could i request bakugo x hispanic! reader with a strong personality like him 🙏🙏 maybe hcs or scenario? wtv you feel comfortable with :) <3

Thank you so much anon 🥹 hope you like these!

Bakugo x Hispanic Reader 

-The first time he met the transfer student, Bakugo's eyes stayed on them for just a little longer than he would've liked - long enough for the cutie to take notice.

- Naturally, his response was to scowl and look away, mumbling something completely unnecessary under his breath with the faintest of embarrassed blushes.

- He thought that might be enough to keep them at bay for now-he thought wrong.

- "Heya," their smile was confident as they placed a hand on their hip, uniform fitting in all the right places, "I'm (Name). And you are?"

- "Busy." He was curt, caught off guard by the approach, but (Name) didn't falter a single bit.

- "Don't look it - kinda just looks like your arms a crossed at your desk, you know?" 

- A prominent vein popped out of his neck.

- He opened his mouth to respond, probably with something loud and rude, when (Name) interrupted with a loud, obnoxious sigh.

- "Look, here's the deal - I think you're cute blondie and I would really like to know your name despite the fact it's probably on the class roster. May I have that info, please?"

- And he thought he was bold. 

- He like doesn't know how to respond so gives up his name, albeit quietly and doesn't say another word for the rest of the school day. Genuinely shook.

- But the next day-

- "Yo, (Name)." Doesn't even give them one of his silly nicknames because if there's anyone his gonna remember in class, it's this one. They whip their head around and beam at Bakugo, chin Them falling onto their hand as Mina attempts to hide her squeals.

- "Katsuki Bakugo, what a nice surprise! How can I help you?" 

- His heart betrays him and flutters bit but he tries to counter it by slamming his hands onto their desk.

- "Fight me!" 

- Ahh, of course. 

- Their smile drops and for a second Bakugo actually wonders if he offended them somehow- then they laugh, hard. 

- "Alright then. After school - if you're late, I'll assume you got scared and went back to your dorm room~" 

- "HAH??!?"

- Man, did (Name) know how to push his buttons.

- And I'll be damned if he didn't actually like it-

-  "So (Name) is really something, huh?" 

- Katsuki felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up at the question. Kirishima hadn't notice how tense his friend's shoulders became or how his brows furrowed more than usual, but it was definitely happening. He gave a grunt, speeding up his pace slightly. 

- "Sometimes, it's hard to tell whether you like each other or hate each other!" The redhead laughed cluelessly and Katsuki felt his face heat up, pushing him further into annoyance.

- See, Katsuki Bakugo realized his feelings for (Name) a little while ago and truly it was inevitable, what with the constant back and forth, the pendulum swing between the bickering and one sided flirting on their part.

- And how could he not like them? They were strong willed, powerful, intelligent- but somehow also playful and fairly friendly once you got passed their resting bitch face. Somehow, they had successfully invaded every corner of his mind over time and it was driving him mad, honestly pissing him off like nothing else. 

- "So, about that date..." (Name) never did get a definitive answer from the blonde who to be honest, had become pretty nervous inwardly. He stuffed his hands further into his pockets, eyes narrowing before he came to an abrupt stop. (Name) stopped as well, raising a brow.

-"...If it'll shut you up about it, fine. And it better not be anywhere lame or next time, I'm picking the spot." He said that but his voice was free of any anger and it was much softer than his normal speaking - or, yelling voice. 

-The blush on (Name)'s face was bright and they inched uncomfortably close to Bakugo, who stumbles back a bit, looking everywhere but their grin.

-"Next time? So, there's definitely gonna be a next time then?" 

-"Shut up."

- Little did he know, the teasing was about to get so much worse.

- And boy does it.

- Is absolutely about to get comfortable enough around them to tease them back.

- ...in time.

- In the meantime, he's kind of a dork who doesn't want (Name) to find out he's a dork.

- Thinks it's VERY cool they know 3 languages (English, Spanish AND Japanese, go name) but is also a little bit sore because he still struggles a little bit with English. Decided to learn Spanish in secret, partially to surprise them and partially for the subtle ego boost when he's able to say something to them without sounding like an idiot. 

- Hides the fact that he's able to pick up a few words here and there while they're on the phone with their mom who is apparently not in the country at the moment. 

- Very into the Spanish nicknames they give him - something about those damn nicknames just send chills up and down his spine in the nicest way. 

- Did I mention these two are a power couple? Know that gets tossed around alot but THESE TWO??? The real deal. 

- To those silly enough to try and win over his affection knowing he's spoken for, prepare to be ridiculed in not one, not two, but THREE different languages- (Name) is switching between the three so quickly the pleb doesn't even know how to respond and just...leaves.

- To those stupid enough to try and take Katsuki Bakugo's love interest? A simple R.I.P

- He's not going to kill them...but he might just hospitalize them. Purposely.

- There are times when he wants them to speak nothing but Spanish around him and he's either staring at them with these uncharacteristically soft eyes or he's half sleep on their shoulder just enjoying the absolute fuck out of just existing in their wonderful presence.

- Naturally sweaty palms but you knew that already - what you probably didn't know is that he's a little against hand holding because of it despite wanting desperately to just take their hand in his and just sit there. He gets comfortable enough with it eventually, not that it stops (Name) from grabbing them anyway, protests and all.

- If you think his hands are bad, his entire body breaks out in a sweat before/after the first kiss. His face is this bright red and he is clearly overthinking everything under the sun, but (Name) decides to lay off the teasing for once, pretty flustered themselves.

- It's actually pretty cute.  

- Kaminari decides to (not very stealthily) commemorate this moment with a photo against the warning of Sero - let's just say he was in pain the next morning.

OkaEE anon I don't actually write Bakugo often at all but I enjoyed this soooo much thank you for requesting! 

ps, I'm actually dating someone who is Hispanic/Black/White and he's so stinkin cute

[silverynight]

The serpent hashira

It's one of those rarely bad days for Tanjirou; he's thinking about his family and the memories (despite being good ones) make him tear up a little bit.

He's in the backyard, taking a break under a tree because he doesn't want to upset anyone with his sorrow; he knows it'll pass, he knows his family is still watching over him, but sometimes he misses them too much it's kinda overwhelming.

He sobs in silence and wipes his tears off every time they escape from his eyes; suddenly, a noise startles him and the next thing he knows is that a serpent is sliding down the tree, but it's not any serpent.

"Kaburamaru, hi!" Tanjirou chuckles, forgetting about his sadness for a moment as the serpent slides around his shoulders. "Are you lost? Where's–"

"Here," Obanai is right next to him, in the blink of an eye; Tanjirou can tell he even smiles back when the redhead gets startled again. That Pillar can be really quiet when he wants to.

"Oh!" Tanjirou relaxes; Obanai has changed a bit after the hashira training started, he's kind to Tanjirou now (in his own way). He's almost sure it's because he wants to please Mitsuri. There's nothing else to it.

"Kaburamaru likes you."

"I like him too," Tanjirou says immediately, patting the serpent's head lightly.

Obanai nods, turning slightly pink.

"Are you... okay, Tanjirou?"

For a moment, he thinks about telling him that he's fine, he's so used not to bother people with his problems that it's almost natural for him to say he's okay, but something about the way Obanai looks at him with genuine concern is what makes him give in.

"I miss my family."

The serpent hashira nods as Kaburamaru nuzzles against Tanjirou's cheek.

"I don't miss mine... but I understand what you feel," Obanai whispers; Tanjirou still doesn't know what happened to him before he joined the Corps, but he is sure it wasn't good. "If anything happened... no, even if you or Mitsuri decided to leave one day, I'd... I would miss you."

The vulnerability behind his words and the fact that he included Tanjirou in that sentence makes him lean closer and nuzzle against the Pillar's cheek.

"I'd miss you too, Obanai-san," he whispers sincerely and even giggles a little when he notices that the hashira is blushing again.

Tanjirou is just glad he considers him a friend too.

Kaburamaru goes back to the Pillar's shoulders and Tanjirou realizes that he feels a lot better now; he turns around to thank Obanai, but the hashira surprises him again by taking one of his hands and intertwining their fingers together.

"You're really sweet, Obanai-san, you know that?"

"I'm really not..." the hashira protests, but Tanjirou can tell he's actually pleased at the moment.

They stay there for a while; some of the other slayers have noticed them, but they don't come close because they're a little bit afraid of the Pillar.

"If we don't... if we somehow manage to survive this," Obanai whispers, looking vulnerable again. "Would you like to live with me and Mitsuri after everything is over?"

Tanjirou doesn't have a house at the moment, so he's very much grateful for the offer.

"Can Nezuko stay with us too?"

"Yes," the hashira assures him. "We can take care of her."

Tanjirou always feels touched whenever he remembers how much the hashira's attitude towards his little sister has changed.

He's so happy.

"Then of course I'll move in with you two!" He beams right before kissing Obanai's cheek. "It's very nice of you!"

"In that case I'll try to make you very happy," Obanai promises, before pulling Tanjirou into his arms. It's only when he goes back inside that Tanjirou has the feeling there's something else behind those words that he's missing.

Or maybe it's just his imagination.

***

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[sissylittlefeather]

How The Web Was Woven: Chapter 4

A/N: The next chapter in the time travel/soulmate AU with Elvis and a fem!reader. This one is less exciting, but sometimes you need a little peace. I hope this one is enjoyable!

Special thanks to @ccab and @elvisfatass for being my Elvis besties and the loves of my life. I hope you love this chapter!

Need to catch up? Here's my Masterlist.

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, kissing, cussing, fingering, p in v penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie.

Word count: ~2.8k

How will you find him again?

******

Two years pass and in that time you formulate a theory. Unfortunately, that means that to find him you'd have to travel to Europe and that's just not financially feasible. You're a college kid who lost her part time job at a bank with the financial crisis of '08. Every penny you have goes to school and survival. Jetting off to Germany just isn't possible.

But you're pretty sure that if you can be in the same physical location exactly 50 years from when he's there, a portal will open. That's what has happened the last two times. So now you just need to wait until he gets back to the states in 1960.

But will he even want to see you? The way you left him was almost unforgivable. You've beat yourself up over it for years now. When you first came back, you sank into a deep depression that you never got fully over. You're doing a lot better now, but you'll never forget the look on his face when you walked through the portal. It's possible he may not have forgiven you either.

Still, you have to try. You can't live the rest of your life without him. After endless hours of research, it seems like your best bet is Washington Union Station on the morning of March 6th, 2010, or 1960 for him. If you can catch him there, you won't have to wait until he gets back to Graceland and risk being seen at the house. This way you'll be in public and can fade into the background if you need to. You're not sure how you'll get back, but you're never sure how that'll happen. It just always seems to happen, so you try not to worry too much. Besides, at this point, you don't care if you get stuck. You just need to see him.

You dress in your best 1960 outfit, fix your hair, and get in your car to drive to Washington D.C. You have a small suitcase full of vintage clothes and some toiletries with you, just in case. Wandering around Washington Union Station in the vague hope of running into him is a shot in the dark, but what choice do you have? You say a quick prayer that fate will be on your side again. Something seems to be bringing you together, so you hope it'll happen this time too.

When you get to the station, you head to the ladies room to freshen up. You want to look nice for him. In the bathroom, you take a deep breath and try to reassure yourself that everything will be fine. After a few minutes, you walk out and stand in front of the water fountain between the restrooms. You look out at the bustling activity of the station. Where do you begin?

******

It's cold when Elvis gets to the station with his entourage. He's still wearing his military uniform and he's just so ready to be home. There are fans pretty much everywhere he goes and while he's happy that he still has fans, he really just wants to go to sleep in his own bed. He decides to try to sneak away from his group for just a minute.

"I'm going to the bathroom. I'll be right back." He's got several bags with him, but he's so eager to get away that he just brings them with him. He walks to the bathroom and decides to stop and get some water from the fountain. That's when he hears the familiar buzzing sound and his heart stops. Without another thought, he grabs something out of his bag and walks through the portal.

******

You hear the buzzing sound and turn towards the portal. You can't believe you did it. You found him. As you're preparing to walk through the portal, someone comes through and bumps smack into you. You smell him before you see his face, considering you run into his chest. He doesn't pull back at all, he just wraps his arms around you, dropping whatever he was holding to the floor. You do the same and whisper into his chest.

"Is it really you?"

"God, honey, I've never been so happy to see someone in my life." You feel the tears well up in your eyes. He's happy to see you. He doesn't hate you.

The portal closes behind him with a quiet pop and you realize you were supposed to go to him, not the other way around. You pull back away from him and look into his eyes.

"Elvis, what if you can't get back?! I was going to come to you!"

"I told you last time. If I find you I'm not leaving. I don't care if it ever opens again." He leans down and presses his lips to yours passionately.

You forgot how devilishly handsome he is when he comes home from Germany. The kiss starts to get a little heated and both of you seem to have forgotten that you're in a public space. Finally, you hear an older woman clearing her throat. She wants to use the water fountain. When you unwrap from around each other she laughs and looks at you both. A look of recognition crosses her face when she sees him and her mouth drops open. You grab his hand and whisk him away before she can realize she's right. He reaches down to grab the thing he brought with him from the floor and then you both move quickly through the station.

"Where are we headed?"

"I don't know. This wasn't my plan." You get outside the station and the crisp air hits you both.

"What year is it?"

"2010. We're always exactly 50 years apart. I think I figured it out. We're 50 years apart in the same location. That's how the portals open."

"So it's been two years for you too. It's been a long two years for me." You look up at him in his army uniform, buttons glistening in the sunlight. You've missed him so much it physically hurts.

"It's been long for me too. I've missed you so much." He looks down into your face and leans down to kiss you again. He pulls back and looks out into the street again.

"Where should we go?"

"Well, we can go to a hotel or get in the car and drive back to where I live. Same town, but Katie and I have a house now."

"Let's go home. To your home." He corrects himself quickly, but he has every intention of making your home his as well. Especially after the last two years, he doesn't feel like he has much holding him in 1960. His career might very well be over and the one person he would miss is already gone.

You lead the way to where you parked your car and slide into the driver's seat. He puts the bundle he was carrying down at his feet and sits in the passenger seat. You've gotten a new car since the last time he was here, so it has new safety features. After a few minutes, it starts to ding.

"What's that?"

"You need to put your seatbelt on."

"The car is telling you that?!"

"Yes. It's up by your shoulder and it clicks in down by your hip." He looks around and reaches up to put it on.

"Damn car telling me what to do." He mutters and you laugh.

"Welcome to the future. The machines have won." Now it's his turn to laugh. He leans over a bit and puts his hand on your thigh.

You can't ignore the elephant any longer. You take a deep breath and ask the question you've been avoiding.

"You're not mad at me?"

"Why would I be mad?"

"Because of how I left you." He sighs deeply and looks out the window.

"I was angry. When you first left. But slowly the anger faded and I just missed you. The love was stronger than the anger." You put your hand on his on your thigh and he picks it up and kisses your fingers. You blink away the tears that have gathered in your eyes.

You drive in silence for a while before he asks to listen to some music. You plug your iPod into the aux cable and pick the newest album of the band he liked best last time he was there. For the rest of the way you talk about music. You tell him about the shows you've been to and he talks about how he misses recording. He has a small pang when he realizes he won't be recording anymore if he stays with you, but he'd rather have you. He can always sing. Maybe he'll start a band.

It's late afternoon when you pull into your driveway. You realize that you don't have any clothes for him, though.

"We might need to go shopping again."

"Later. I'm beat. Can we just rest for tonight? I'll wear your pajamas again." You laugh and nod as you make your way into the house. Katie is at work, but you know she'll be surprised to find "John" back when she gets home. She was incredibly perplexed when he mysteriously disappeared last time. But she just assumed he went back to Tupelo. She's asked about him a couple of times since, but you always assured her he was gone for good. You hope this will be a pleasant surprise.

When you get inside he drops the package he was carrying and wraps you in a hug.

"What's that?" You ask, gesturing to the bundle.

"It's for you." He picks it back up and hands it to you.

"For me?" It's something wrapped in brown paper, so you sit down on the couch to open it. When you get it open, you see that it's a bundle of letters.

"I wrote to you. While I was in the army. I wrote to you like you were back home waiting for me." You feel tears prick the corners of your eyes again.

"You wrote letters to me?"

"I did. I told you I never stopped missing you, never stopped loving you." You throw your arms around his neck and hold him tightly. All the sadness you've been carrying finally lifts and you wish he would never have to leave. You know he does, but you decide not to think about it tonight. Who knows how long you have before the portal opens again? You're going to make the most of every second you have with him.

"What should we do tonight?" He asks when you finally let go of him. You think for a second and then remember how much he loves movies.

"I have an idea."

You both change into pajamas and you bring him a stack of dvds.

"What are these?"

"They're movies. Pick some and we will watch them." His eyes get bright.

"We can watch them here at home?"

"Yes! Whichever ones you want." He starts to flip through the pile. He chooses three and you put the first one in, snuggling into him on the couch with his arm wrapped around your shoulder as you share a blanket. While he watches, you read through some of the letters. Each one simultaneously breaks and warms your heart. He was so unhappy over there, but his love for you is undeniable. You feel your heart swell with love for him, and it's only increased by seeing the childlike joy he has while watching the movies.

He's in awe of the progress in acting, cinematography, and technology. He can't believe how real everything looks. You're halfway through Star Wars when Katie comes home from her restaurant job.

"John's back!" You say as she walks through the door.

"Oh, wow, hey John." He waves, but is so laser-focused on the movie, he doesn't say anything. You turn back to Katie.

"He's never seen this before and he's really into it."

"Shhh!" He shushes you gently, so that he doesn't miss the dialogue. Katie smiles and tiptoes to her room. She's happy to see you two snuggled up again. Hopefully this time he'll stick around.

When the last movie is over, he gushes about the quality of the film, but you've fallen asleep on his shoulder. You were up before the sun to get to Washington and it's almost midnight. He leans over and kisses your forehead gently. He gathers the letters that are strewn about on the blanket and couch, making a pile of them on the coffee table. Then, he turns and scoops you up into his arms like a baby and carries you into your bedroom. He lays you gently on the bed and looks at you softly. You look like an angel when you're asleep and he can't believe how beautiful you are. He crawls into bed next to you, brushes your hair out of your face, and presses his lips to yours.

"I love you, y/n. I'm so glad I'm here." You nod sleepily and he wraps his arms around you to sleep. It doesn't take long for him to drift off too.

******

You wake up to the feeling of him running his hand up and down your thigh. When your eyes flutter open, he leans in and kisses you.

"Good morning, honey."

"Mmmm good morning." You smile and stretch. He kisses you again and then starts kissing down your neck. He's obviously in some kind of mood this morning, but you're not complaining. He runs both hands up the front of your sweatshirt squeezing your breasts lightly and presses his hard cock into your thigh.

"I missed you, baby." He whispers into your neck. You arch your back and press your body into him. He slips your sweatshirt up over your head and off. This leaves you in just your panties and he looks down at you hungrily. His passion rubs off onto you and you pull the t-shirt off of him and pull him over on top of you. He crashes his lips into yours and lets his tongue slide into your mouth. You roll your hips into his and then run your hand down his stomach to his dick, rubbing him through his pajama pants.

He moans into your mouth and bucks his hips forward into your touch. You slip your hand under the waistband and feel his naked cock in your fingers, stroking it up and down. He whimpers for a bit and then lets his hand slide under your panties, feeling the wetness that's gathered there.

"Mmm so wet for me. You missed me too, didn't ya baby?" You nod and moan softly as he slips one finger and then two inside you. He starts fingering you harder, slamming his hand against your pussy as he pumps quickly, the feeling driving you absolutely wild. You match his pace, rubbing his cock faster and faster. Your mouths are locked in a deep kiss as you both work your hands on each other. Finally, neither of you can stand it anymore and he rips your panties off while you yank his pants down and he pushes into you passionately.

"Mmmm."

"Yes, baby." He groans and puts his head on your shoulder. The sensation of you around him is almost too much. He starts to pump in and out of you and kiss your neck. You nibble on his earlobe and he moans deeply, pushing into you harder. You roll him over and sink onto his cock. Then, you bounce up and down on him as quickly as you can. He grips your hips tightly and pounds into you from underneath.

"God, yes. Yes!" You scream as you come hard on top of him, the electricity of your orgasm rushing from your fingertips to your core. He groans again as your walls pulse around him, pushing him over the edge into his release.

"Fuck, baby, yes!" He moans loudly and slams into you one last time, shuddering as he comes inside you. He kisses you one last time and you collapse on his chest breathing heavily. You lay there together for a minute before you hear the buzzing sound.

You sit up and slide off of him and see the portal over by the door of your room. He doesn't move.

"Elvis! The portal! You have to go!"

"No." He says it quietly without moving a muscle.

"What? No?"

"I said no. I'm not going."

"You have to!" You argue back and forth for a bit before he finally sits up next to you. He looks into your eyes and puts his hand on your neck.

"Y/n, I told you. I'm staying here with you. I love you and I don't want to be without you for another two years or God knows how long. Stop telling me to go." Just then, there's a quiet pop and the portal disappears.

Your heart and your mind race with the reality of what just happened.

"Oh my God, Elvis. What have you done?!"

******

Until Chapter 5

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[erii-ya]

‘If it’s you….’ Part 1

Killer x FemReader

Sypnosis: You're one of the Strawhats, and after hearing the news about your captain being caught and imprisoned by Kaido, you join Raizo in infiltrating Udon to save him. There, you again met the man you've been obsessing with for a long time since you saw him for the first time in Sabaody. However, you discovered what happened to him, and you sure as fuck won't let it slide. No one's messing with your Milý and gets away with it.

WC: 2,333

A/N: One Piece is the beautiful creation of the genius Eiichiro Oda-sensei. It has heavy *spoilers* for the Wano Arc since the context revolves around Udon Prison. Please remember that the flow of the story is just a fantasy in my head, and English is not my mother tongue.

☕︎☕︎☕︎☕︎☕︎☕︎☕︎☕︎☕︎☕︎☕︎☕︎☕︎☕︎☕︎☕︎☕︎☕︎☕︎☕︎☕︎☕︎☕︎☕︎☕︎☕︎☕︎☕︎☕︎☕︎☕︎☕︎☕︎☕︎☕︎☕︎☕︎

Luffy was defeated by Kaido and was imprisoned in Udon. Raizo, a member of the Ninja-Pirate-Mink-Samurai Alliance that your crew was a part of, plans to infiltrate the Udon prison to save him, and you won't pass the chance of joining in. The plan was to enter the prison, find Luffy, and escape as quickly as possible before anyone could find out.

That WAS the plan.

But since Luffy is your captain, plans sometimes work differently than intended. You've got stuck in Udon with the person you're supposed to save, and Raizo is nowhere to be found.

"You're not even going to give me something to eat?!" Luffy whines beside you.

The escape plan failed, and Queen, who ruled the prison, forced Luffy to join a Sumo match he started for entertainment. So, both of you fought the whole day. 

"I'm hungry..." his stomach growls on cue.

"Shut up and go to sleep!" says one of the Beast pirate members guarding you three while staying in the makeshift arena. 

You shot a glare at him, hoping he'd drop dead only if shooting daggers could kill. You saw him shudder and quickly turn his back on you. 'That's right. Be scared. 'cause once I get the chance, I'll dice you all into fine pieces.'

Luffy continues to whine about turning into a mummy by the next day if he doesn't get something to eat and you can do nothing but sit quietly. Old man Hyo stepped closer to him and apologized for being a hindrance on the escape mission. 

"Don't worry about it, gramps," you stated. Putting both your hands at the back of your head. "It was the captain's decision, and honestly, it'll leave a bad taste in my mouth knowing that we left you behind." you finished. Old man Hyo clenched his fist. He was still visibly guilty and probably blaming himself, thinking it was his fault you and Luffy couldn't get out of there on time.

"But still, Y/N-dono, you could've gotten awa-" You shushed him, waving your right hand, gesturing to stop. "It doesn't matter now, is it? It wasn't that bad. I haven't beaten people up for quite a while, so it's a fun time." You grinned. The old man looked at you unexpectedly and shook his head in defeat. 

"Strawhat..." He called Luffy. "Why do you still want to fight Kaido? Knowing that you lost to him once already?" 

As if on reflex, the Beast pirates around you all turned towards the three of you after hearing what the old man said. Curious to know the answer. Your captain got annoyed and released a wave of his conqueror's haki to knock them all down. He then proceeded to explain the four emperors of the sea to the old man and that Kaido was one of them. 

"I'm going to become the king of the pirates, so I have to take them all down." Luffy finished with conviction.

You smiled widely. You've heard it countless times, but the ecstatic feeling it gives you doesn't get old. It brought back memories from before you became an official part of the crew.

*Flashback*

"Oi, Y/N! Join my crew!" you almost drown yourself in the glass of water you're drinking to the sudden outburst of the guy beside you. Whipping your head towards him with furrowed eyebrows, giving him a look like he grew an extra head, you retorted, "And what-in-the-holy-meatballs made you think I would want to play pirates with you? More or else BECOME a pirate?!".

"What? It'll be fun, I swear!" raising his right hand as if to promise. "Sanji's the best cook, and you'll enjoy all the dishes he'll serve! We can even have different eating contests occasionally.", he babbled.

Just thinking about it made you salivate.

Tempting…

It's really, really tempting...

But… "No, Thank you!".

As much as you're tempted by the idea of eating the 'best' dishes this Sanji person can cook, just thinking about living with a diverse group of individuals on a ship and floating for days in the vast sea made you cringe. You're okay with being alone, going from one place to another since social gathering is not your cup of tea. Being alone gives you freedom, not to mention the peace of mind of not causing trouble to anyone. Aside from being a petite woman with a huge appetite, you have no exceptional talent to boast. You only have an appetite that surpassed even this guy’s, the reason he lost to you in this meat-eating competition where you met. 

Standing up, you gathered your things and swiftly left the place without turning back. You thought that was the last time you'd see the guy, so you brushed it off as an uncanny encounter. 'He's a pirate, so they'll probably leave this island immediately.' you forethought. 

Boy, were you wrong! Because for the next couple of days, you always 'coincidentally' bumped into each other, and a series of back-and-forth barrage of why you should be joining his crew and why you shouldn't would always start. And the rest was history…

*End of Flashback*

You’re unsure if it's his persuasion, hidden charms, or just him being Luffy that you finally said 'Yes' to join his crew. Whatever it may be, you surprisingly never regretted it.

Your trip down memory lane was cut short when a mud-like entity appeared behind old man Hyo. It was Caribou, and on his stomach was Raizo, much to the old man's surprise. Questions were fired at the ninja, and he happily answered and explained to the old man what had been happening.

What was awesome was when Caribou stole Queen's share of Red Bean Soup!

"Fucking food finally! I was already thinking about chopping one of the Beast pirates." you nonchalantly said, which earned you weirded-out looks from Raizo, Caribou, and the old man. "Relax.", you said. " 's a joke.", and you smiled innocently at them. They can only nervously laugh at the awkward atmosphere while Luffy, knowing you, just laughs off his head.

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The next day, Kaido shared some news with Queen. Komurasaki, the famous Oiran of the flower capital, died. Queen was devastated and hurriedly commanded to hook up the light-scroll snail to confirm the news. Your team, on the other hand, was so eager to start the sumo match.

"Did you idiots gain weight from yesterday?!" Queen was astonished. Eyes popped out after seeing Luffy and the old man, all plump and round than they were yesterday. 'Stupid captain,' you scratched your head in annoyance. 'I told him to eat only enough to regain his strength. Not to the point of bursting!' The beast pirates probably know by now that Queen's casserole of Red Bean Soup was missing, and the culprits are not too hard to guess.

You pinched the bridge of your nose like it would help stop the upcoming headache. "I also think finishing all that soup was too much. I'm surprised he survived this long as a captain." Caribou muttered. "Well, that's Luffy for you." is all you can say.

The light-scroll snail was rolling, showing a place somewhere in Wano. Queen was frantically looking for any signs or news about Komurasaki but to no avail. The view was changed from one place to another until it showed a scene where Zoro and Sanji saved a little girl. 

Both you and your captain's face lit up. You excitedly run towards the arena, propping yourself up to stand behind your captain and to get a clearer view of the scene. Everything happened so fast, and now your crew was all in combat mode. "Go get them, guys! Kick their dirty asses!" you cheered even though they won't hear you. Arms stretching upwards.

Queen looked at you and asked if you knew the green-haired man shown on the screen. It was Zoro. ‘Shoot!’ You should have remembered. You shouldn't know that you knew them as part of your crew's disguise. The excitement of seeing everyone again and in action had you slip the crucial details in your mind. Luffy turns to you with knowing eyes, and you both 'tried' to deny the fact. Lips pouting, eyes looking elsewhere in an attempt to lie. 

Unfortunately, you two sucked at lying, "It's too obvious, you liars!" Queen hissed. Clicking your tongue in annoyance, you couldn't care less about the consequences. To hell with the disguise! Everything was already fucked up since the escape mission failed. You’re almost at your limit anyway, and the itch of wanting to go wild is growing stronger by the minute. You focused your attention back on the screen instead. You have already decided that when all hell breaks loose in here, that’ll be your cue to go on a rampage. But for now, you’ll simply enjoy watching your friends break some legs.

In your peripheral vision, you saw one of Queen’s underlings approach him. You used one of your hidden skills to make out whatever he’s reporting. 

Ultrasonic hearing. 

Sounds cool, right? 

Of course, it is. After all, you put so much effort into naming this skill in another fancy way to mask the truth that it was only talent in picking up gossip. So helpful in hunting new delicacies.

Kidding aside, you heard Babanuki speak about a criminal arriving soon from the Flower Capital. Queen seems not to expect any new prisoners and is curious about who they might be.

Not long after, Udon Prison's main gate opened, and more of the Beast pirates walked in. You noticed one of them on a horse carrying a vertical red flag with the words ‘HITOKIRI.’ Queen asked who it was. “He’s a piece of garbage that couldn't complete a mission given by the Shogun of the Flower Capital,” answered Babanuki.

“We have a message from Orochi saying that we can punish him however we like.” announced the man leading in front of the newcomers. “We brought you, Hitokiri Kamazo!” he shouted. 

The prisoner started laughing manically, and you turned your head in his direction for some reason. Escorted was a tall man wearing a brown kimono, blonde hair, and a face covered with bandages. The only visible features you’ll see are his eyes and purple-colored lip. ‘Nice fashion sense.’

“Oh, so you’re Kamazo? I’ve heard a lot about you.” - Queen.

The prisoner continues laughing, not giving a shit about what the baboon said. 

“We also caught another one,” another beast guy added. “This one was stupid enough to show himself to us while yelling something. So, I shot him multiple times and didn’t even try to run.” the guy laughed.

Much to the surprise so far, the other prisoner turns out to be Eustass Kid, captain of the Kid pirates. He was holed up in the same prison cell as Luffy, and when you’re trying to escape the other night with your captain, he beat you all to it. ‘What the hellhole do you think you’re doing, you Oni (demon)!’ You can’t help but think you’re surrounded with morons.

Luffy called out to Kid. He stood beside you, and you didn’t even notice. The shock on his face after seeing his fellow captain being brought back inside was evident. You turn your attention back to Kid, now kneeling on the ground. ‘Hey, what’s going on.’ Confused by his sudden action, you started to move toward the kid pirate’s captain, but Luffy stopped you. You looked at him, and he wasn’t even looking at you. He still has his attention on Kid. However, his grip on your wrist says otherwise. It was firm enough to tell you not to do anything. Yet.

You sighed, then nodded at Luffy; only then did he release his grip on you. Looking back at Eustass Kid, you saw an expression you never thought you’d see in him. Mixed emotions danced throughout his face, but bewilderment was more prominent.

He spoke to the other prisoner, Kamazo, who was still manically laughing. “Oi, what happened? Why are you laughing?! Stop! I said stop!” tears started forming in his eyes. He continued, “I remember how you hate the way you laugh…” staring at Kamazo but more like seeing a distant memory of the past, “...and you even stop laughing out loud at some point.”

Jerking your head to the side, thinking, ‘I’ve heard this before.’. It was somewhat familiar, but you can’t remember where or when you heard about it.

“Anyone who mocked the way you laughed was easily beaten to death.” - Kid

Then it hit you.

Your body froze.

An unwelcoming chill runs down your spine.

The next thing you knew, your lips moved, mouthing what Kid said, like you knew the next thing he’d say, like the back of your hand.

“Until you started wearing a mask to hide your face.” - You

“Until you started wearing a mask to hide your face.” - Kid

“No shit..” was what followed after the statement came out of your mouth. Blood ran cold, and your hands started to tremble out of control. You couldn’t believe it. You were just guessing and were instead hoping you were mistaken. 

Now crying, Kid said, “That’s the person I knew. So please stop.” his tears flowed freely down his face. He’s hurt and in rage, and so are you. Your lips quivered to suppress the waterfall about to burst at the sudden realization. ‘What in the actual fuck…’ 

“Stop and look at me! What happened to our crew?! What happened to you?! Did Orochi do this to you?! Answer me!” Kid yells back at Kamazo with enraged eyes,

“Killeeeeeer!!!”

Hearing the confirmation made your eyes wide and your body tremble. The person you long to see after a long time is standing a few feet away from you. As much as you want to jump for joy, whatever you’re feeling right now is far from happy nor sad but rage. This is not the reunion you’re expecting to have with him.

“Milý-sama…”  you whispered.

Continue on Part 2....

[vikkirosko]

Hello I just read the Travis x male reader that photographs dead things

Could I request sal fisher with the same type of reader? Except for when sal first moved, m! reader would ignore him, and that on purpose he doesn't talk to others?

(the person that requested Preston x male reader that acts like Craig, and Travis Phelps x male reader that likes to take pictures of dead things is me, and I apologize if it bothers you that I request so much, I just really enjoy your writing. Oh and I'll be 🤡 anon so it'll be easy to Identify me if that's fine)

Welcome 🤡 anon~

🎮 Sal Fisher x male!Reader headcanons Loner 🎸

When Sal first went to a new school, he noticed you. You were in the same class with him and Sal noticed that no one was talking to you. It seemed unusual to him, so he asked Larry about who you are. He told him that you were a loner with whom no one communicated. You knew perfectly well that he was new at your school, but you were in no hurry to talk to him. According to Larry, you were always alone. No one offended you, others just didn't seem to notice you and you were completely satisfied with it

Sal didn't want to talk to you, just like you didn't want to talk to him. For some classmates, you were both strange and Sal would not have continued to communicate with you if you hadn't forgotten your photo album in the cafeteria one day. Sal was going to give it back to you, so he started looking for you. He was curious to know what exactly you were photographing and when he returned the album to you, he asked you for permission to see the photos you were taking. It took you a few seconds to make a decision and hand your photo album to a classmate

He expected to see anything there, but not pictures of death. There were a lot of pictures of dead animals and plants in your photo album. He raised his head at you and you told him with a calm expression on your face that you did not harm anyone and only found dead creatures. However, in one of the photos he saw the building where Sal lived. You honestly told him that you had never been there, but every time you passed by, it seemed to you that this building was like a dead one

You began to communicate much more after he saw your photo album. For you, photography was an important part of life and the fact that you talked about this hobby of yours showed that you were ready to open up to him. You still avoided the house where he lived, you remained the same silent and sometimes rude, but you became an unspoken part of their team, even though Sal's friends did not immediately understand why Sal was happy about it

Sal was glad that you lived elsewhere. He didn't tell you about everything that was going on in the house, about the ghosts, the cult and the demon, but he didn't want you to get into the same mess as them, too. He liked you and he wanted you to stay safe, but it was as if you had a premonition, because more and more often he began to see photos of the place where he lived in your photo album. As if you felt that something very bad was going to happen there very soon

[silvexus]

Re: Sometimes feeling species dysphoria as someone who doesn't ID as non-human - would you be willing to expand on that? It's okay if not - I don't want to pry - but I've never heard of someone having that experience before and think it might be valuable to the overall conversation.

That said the comparison to cis folks sometimes experiencing gender dysphoria makes intuitive sense to me, too.

Sure! I'll try my best to figure out how to articulate this in a way that makes sense and is also respectful (as someone who doesn't ID as non-human, I obviously do not want to appropriate experiences!) but I do fear it may not be as interesting as it sounds.

This got really long, so I'm putting in a read more, oops!

For clarification, I experience psychosis (since childhood) and have neurological disorders. I think the combination of these things is what causes what I'm about to try to describe, though I would certainly not try to say that the only thing that can cause species dysphoria is this sort of experience, nor would that would make someone's experience any less valid if they chose to ID as non-human if they were in a similar situation. Everyone is different, after all!

Primarily, this thing I equate to species dysphoria manifests as two different things that I tend to describe as non-human body language and non-organic yearning.

Non-human body language isn't as encompassing as I'd like it to be, but it's hard to articulate. My limbs don't feel right sometimes; disproportionate to each other, maybe. My spine feels wrong; too short, maybe? That could be the scoliosis causing both of these things, but it happens in my arms sometimes too. I don't know what it wants to be, however. There's ways my body wants to move to convey ideas to others than I can't emulate properly. My vocal mimicry is good, but not good enough, though I wouldn't really tell you what calls I'm supposed to make. I do trill a lot, when I can.

My teeth aren't quite sharp enough, I know that. And would a tail help? Would upright, pointy ears? A crest of feathers? I wouldn't mind a crest, I think, but then the moment passes and what I have is... acceptable. Fine. I am here, in this place, and my nerves are made of fire.

In a more permanent fashion, I bunt people to show my affection, but even when I physically can't it is a constant urge. (I nearly broke poor @/sattarehi asking if I could bunt him.) It's easier to move on all fours sometimes, or just in ways that are unintuitive to a human blueprint. To curl around people while we're sitting on the edge of a bed, them sitting up, me on my side to encircle them, in a way I don't see others doing often. The way I hold my arms sometimes feels like the resting position of something else; holding them at my sides like a person is expected to feels wrong, like it'll impede my ability to flee if I need to. (From what? Is that the paranoia? The hypervigilance? The nerves again? The various and sundry neurodivergencies?) When I'm socially allowed to cross my arms it helps, but it's not quite perfect.

Sometimes, the fact that I cannot do these things more effectively (though my brain does not grant me the knowledge of what that would look like), that I am considered eccentric and strange for doing them at all, pulls at something in me that doesn't speak in any language I have access to.

As an aside that may only slightly be relevant, my social integration is interesting. People who are friends or close associates or even people I think of fondly become extensions of us in a way that isn't so much possessive, but in the same way a tight knit family group might be among certain animals. (Which is why when people ask 'do you experience romantic love?' I can't honestly say. This is already quite intense, you want me to try and define it further?) And that's to say nothing of the prey drive. The human prey drive is intense enough, and I can certainly repress it well (I can't believe PvP games were good for something) but mine feels a little overtuned.

... So the non-organic yearning is fun to try and figure out, but it provokes the same feelings, so I'll try to articulate it just in case it helps!

It feels like I am made of something deeper. Something farther. Here, there, everywhere. I feel like I am floating adrift in a dark sea, unable to drown or sink, though surely I must. Surely I must. And yet.

It isn't an invincibility. It isn't a belief in a higher power or an afterlife. For the sake of my health, I cannot believe in these things. (We shan't talk about my childhood delusions, but they were quite elaborate! You could tell I was into world religions as study subject as a child.)

But sometimes I look into the sky and feel it staring back, like I am stuck in a Polaroid that an old friend keeps looking at to remember me. I look at pictures from all of our instruments that turn into the infinite dark beyond our planet and my brain thinks I want to go home the same way I do when I see my hometown on a map. I am not from here, something in me insists. I am from nowhere, but I am certainly not from here. Is that the intergenerational trauma? The thing that infects you and fills in where your grandparents' language and food and culture is supposed to be? The remains of what a war before you were born left behind? Or is it something else?

It feels like something else, the same way sometimes my body feels wrong in the same, but different, way that it always feels wrong. It feels like whatever I am, separate from this meat suit and these mutinous neurotransmitters, is from somewhere else. That it knows this. That it wants to go back.

Not all of my body dysmorphia is neatly gender dysphoria. Species dysphoria, as a term, helps gather these experiences up neatly, even if I don't identify as non-human. I am human. I am a strange, eccentric human, even if I feel like Something Else Wearing A Human Skin, but ultimately human regardless. Despite that, almost. Maybe, in a strange, contradictory way, I'm both. Human is what I want to be, at the end of this day. But regardless, it does help me understand things a bit more than someone who doesn't have the same experiences, I think. And maybe this will change in the future as my understanding of myself grows! I'm a whole adult, but I'm growing every day, you know?

(You know that book, Casual Rex? And they made it into a show pilot/TV movie called Anonymous Rex? And it was about dinosaurs barely surviving their extinction and pretending to be human and they wore disguises to blend in? There's a scene where a character describes another character as "she's a human pretending to be a dinosaur pretending to be a human!" Life feels like that sometimes.)

[buccini555]

𝑪𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒌 | 𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

♡ ℱ𝓉. Manjiro Sano, Ken Ryuguji, Mitsuya Takashi, Takemichi Hanagaki, Chifuyu Matsuno, Kazutora Hanemiya and Baji Keisuke

≡ 𝒮𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎! You're sick and he'll take care of you

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ(:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅:♡:]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅)

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ‧₊˚ ٬٬ 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚘𝚔 ! . . . › 𝑷𝚊𝚛𝚝.𝟏 ♡

𝑴𝒂𝒏𝒋𝒊𝒓𝒐 𝑺𝒂𝒏𝒐

He would be very worried so he doesn't leave your side even for 1 minute.

Mikey makes foods you like to try to cheer you up and get you fed.

At all times he would check your medication schedules to ensure you are medicating yourself correctly and also your temperature. Basically he would strive to be almost a nurse.

He asks all the time if you are feeling well, to make sure you are taking good care of your health until you recover.

ー Y/n? You'll be fine, I'm sure.

𝑲𝒆𝒏 𝑹𝒚𝒖𝒈𝒖𝒋𝒊

Draken wouldn't take his eyes off you until you got better, he would be very worried but he would try to stay as calm as possible to take care of you.

He would make you eat soups until you were back to eating normally, plus he would bring you all your meals in bed.

To at least try to cheer you up a little, he would buy you some little gifts and always leave them by your bed, so that you could see them as soon as you woke up.

ー Soon you'll snap out of it and I'll take care of you until you feel well again.

𝑴𝒊𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒚𝒂 𝑻𝒂𝒌𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒊

ー Y/n? You'll get better... I'll stay here with you forever, okay? Just rest...

Mitsuya would be very worried, he would really be sad to see you sick, but he would do everything to stay strong and take care of you.

He would always try to cheer you up with little gifts he made himself, cooking you healthy food and checking your medications.

Surely he wouldn't leave your side, he would always be there for anything you needed.

𝑻𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒄𝒉𝒊 𝑯𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒌𝒊

He would be extremely sad to see you sick, many times you would see him almost crying because he was too scared of something bad happening to you.

Takemichi would go out of his way to take care of you, he would really be determined to make you better.

ー Y/n? I swear I'll do my best to get you back to normal! I honestly can't stand to see you look bad...

𝑪𝒉𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒚𝒖 𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒏𝒐

Chifuyu would be sad to see you sick, but he would do anything to reverse the situation and make you healthy again.

He would spend hours reading recipes for soups or foods that make you feel good, he would make sure you were taking your meds in the right dosages and times, and he would watch over you throughout the night to make sure you got a good night's sleep.

To cheer you up, he would take Peke J for you to see and buy you some gifts, always accompanied by little notes asking you to get well soon.

ー You'll be fine soon... I'll take care of you, I'll do my best to see you happy again, Y/n!

𝑲𝒂𝒛𝒖𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒂 𝑯𝒂𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒚𝒂

He would despair for having no idea how to take care of you, but he would never abandon you in one of the moments when you most need his presence.

Kazutora would go out of his way to make you feel better, he would buy you healthy food, check your medications, make you feel as comfortable as possible, and always find a way to cheer you up in some way.

Also, sometimes, when you're feeling even a little better, he'll take you for short walks in the garden and tell you that you're as beautiful as the flowers in it.

ー You're so strong... I've never seen anyone as strong as you! That's why I'm sure it'll get better soon, it's just the flu... It'll pass soon, my angel.

𝑩𝒂𝒋𝒊 𝑲𝒆𝒊𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒆

Baji would become extremely attached to you, he would be much cuter than he normally is to try and make you feel better soon.

He would always try to cheer you up, bringing you food and sometimes taking you for a walk in the garden.

To make sure you healed quickly, he would try to monitor your meds (even if it's a bit of a chore) and make sure you take them correctly.

ー Get well soon, hmm? I can not stay without you.

[dr-trafalgar-law]

Trafalgar Law X CisFem Reader

2

You finally caught your breath and stopped sobbing, but remained shaking in your fiancé's lap. He stayed quiet watching you quiver as your muscles continued to contract and relax, your brain too scrambled to gain full control. Law's left hand brushed over your cheeks attempting to clear your tears.

It was...unsettling to watch you so out of control.

He knew how much physical pain you were in and how much more you would be in tomorrow.

"F/N-ya," he called softly, fingers pushing through your hairline, "it'll feel better if you sit in the bath."

You shook your head not confident in your ability to stand much less sit in a tub of water.

"It wasn't really a question." The light of the TV illuminated his dark features, "I'll stay with you so you don't drown."

You snorted voice still too weak to properly respond.

A smug simper twisted his lips, "I'll take that as a 'yes'. Up we go."

Already being folded against him made it easier to scoop you up. Ignoring your feeble protest Law rose and strode into your room placing you in a seated position on the bed.

"Strip." He ordered turning to exit.

"What?" You croaked watching him enter the adjoining bathroom to turn on the faucet.

"If you want to sit in the tub in your clothes that's fine by me." Law called emerging only to head for the door to the common space.

Despite your burning muscles you began tugging your leggings down, kicking them off at the foot of the bed. Your fiancé passed back through carrying a small white bag.

"Epsom salt." He muttered before you could ask.

You forced yourself up on shaky legs pulling a thin towel from your dresser to cover yourself once completely undressed. Tucking the corner of the towel between your breasts, you tied your hair up in a loose bun and waddled into the bathroom where Law had just cut off the water.

His eyes trailed over your exposed skin as you quietly stepped into the tub and pulled the curtain almost all the way closed. Your hand jutted out of the opening offering him the balled up towel. Law took it and sat on the covered toilet while you shifted and laid down in the tub opposite him.

The water was heated perfectly almost instantaneously loosening your coiled up muscles. A content sigh pushing passed your lips as your head lulled against the white tiled wall.

Law watched you relax through the small opening in the curtain a bit of concern tugging at him.

"F/N." He called softly, it was the first time since you met that he dropped his colloquial.

You hummed keeping your eyes closed knowing his stormy gaze was locked on your face.

"How often does this happen?"

"Not terribly often." You replied coolly.

"What's that, once a month? Once a week?" He pressed.

Sighing again you opened your eyes meeting his stern glare.

"Anxiety attacks aren't to be taken lightly, F/N."

"Sometimes once a week, sometimes three." You averted your gaze to the floral pattern on the shower curtain.

Law's brows raised taken back by your rather alarming confession. He couldn't believe you were just living this way. From the moment you met he knew you were stubborn, but to just allow yourself to be so stressed and anxious that you spent multiple nights a week curled into yourself struggling to breathe?

It made him angry.

"Don't look at me like that." You muttered keeping your eyes on anything but him.

"You should have told me."

"I don't want to talk about this anymore." You pulled the curtain flush with the wall hiding yourself.

Law huffed settling back against the tank of the commode. Arguing with you wasn't going to help so he decided to save the conversation for another time. You felt your guts twist. It was enough that you were feeling guilty and a little ashamed of your infidelity, but it was also against the law and you didn't want him to know in case you were to somehow get caught. It only happened once and three months had passed without having anyone contact or threaten you. Thank the gods the pregnancy test was negative. All of this stress was probably unnecessary.

A few moments of tense silence passed before Law pulled his phone out to check the time : 1:23AM. He sighed crossing his legs and dropping his hands into his lap.

"Hey." You called in unison.

"I'm sorry I missed dinner," he continued, "I had a patient come in for a stent that turned into a triple bypass."

"Oh, I hope they're ok." You brushed the curtain back to see the void expression on his face.

It made your chest hurt.

His eyes settled on your face as a frown bent his lips, "He had a stroke in the middle of the procedure and we couldn't revive him."

You couldn't imagine the weight that that put on his shoulders; not being able to save a life entrusted to you.

And here you were troubling him with your anxiety attacks.

Stupid.

"I'm so sorry." Was all you could manage.

"It happens unfortunately. I have to go in for a counseling session tomorrow."

"Counseling?"

"Yes, they like to follow up when you lose a patient and also prepare you for the possibility of a malpractice suit. Pretty standard." His gaze fell to his lap.

"Is this your first time?" You asked rubbing your now pruney fingers together.

"No, sadly." He stood unfurling your towel, "Come on, the water can't be warm anymore."

You unplugged the tub and rose taking the towel as he offered it.

"Unless you need help, I'll head to my room."

"I'm ok now, thanks."

He exited as you pulled the curtain back.

After dressing for the night you flopped down on top of you comforter and stretched. Your arms were still a bit sore but the bath had certainly helped you recover. Silence weighed you to the bed while guilty thoughts swam around in your mind. You kept thinking about that vacant expression on his face, it stung. Tossing and turning for nearly an hour got you nowhere. You were exhausted but wide awake trying to stifle the urge to leave your room.

Bare feet padded against the faux wood paneled flooring. You tapped lightly on the door before softly calling his name. It opened almost immediately as if he'd already been standing there. You studied his tired face before gathering the confidence to speak.

"I-I'm ... that is..."

"Afraid to sleep alone?" a smug smirk pulled at his lips.

"Shut up." you sighed.

"Be my guest." he opened the door all the way gesturing you inside.

Quietly you crawled into his bed and settled back to back.

"Law?" you whispered rolling over to face him.

"F/N-ya?" he remained with his back to you.

"I'm sorry for being a burden after you had such an awful day."

Your fiancé shifted to meet your gaze, "Stop putting some much guilt on yourself. We are going to have to learn how to rely on each other a bit more."

You nodded and closed your eyes letting his words sink in. Eventually you both gave into your exhaustion.

The morning sun filtering through the blinds brought you out of your slumber. It had been a while since you slept passed sunrise. The room was empty; you figured Law had headed in for his counseling session.

Unlocking your phone you saw you had a few unread texts.

Usopp : hey boss. It's slow again today you shouldn't worry about coming in.

Law : be back around noon.

The third was a number you didn't have saved but knew by heart.

206-555-4524 : I need to see you.

[pupintransit]

At this stage post-op we are about three weeks out from the surgery. Things are healing fine, but not without some complications:

Wound dehiscence at the front of my canal. It'll heal on its own but kind of slowly. Plus according to the trans care nurse I saw it's likely to develop granular tissue, which is treated very easily but it's profoundly inconvenient nonetheless

Urinary tract infection. Search me how I contracted the fuckin' thing but we caught it early it seems. I was given some antibiotics at my last medical appointment, and I hope to christ they kick in soon cuz I had a fever of about 101.6 this morning. Cannot remember the last time I felt that physically weak and miserable. The other day I didn't have the strength to keep my legs prone to air dry properly

There's a hematoma underneath my vulva on my right side. It sounds worse than it is, and it seems to be going down on its own. Still, it is lengthening my recovery time for longer than I want, and it bleeds out of a pinprick sized wound on right side

Ughhhhhh.

Mentally I've been all over the place. I've been going through phases of regret and fear, which as I wrote about earlier this month I experience when I feel particularly bad. It passes just as i expect it too once the pain and dread stops. It doesn't make it any easier to deal with in the moment though. Sometimes you just have to ride the feeling out.

I get asked sometimes what it feels like to be cockless. The honest answer is that is that I don't know yet. I like how it looks and I love not having something dangle between my legs, but it still hurts. I won't be able to use my new parts the way I want to for at least a few more months. I'm still a little too swollen to find my clit too, and quite frankly I miss being able to cum.

I'm not fucking around with my health so despite all of the pain and fever I'm going through I'm still dilating on schedule four times a days and doing my hygiene routines as required. There are consequences if I don't, and I don't want to become complacent and stop. I've downsized to the blue and green dilators for the time being due to the pain caused by my dehiscence. I can always work back up to the orange one once everything heals up more. Right now I want to be sure that I maintain my depth and do so with the least amount of pain possible.

There's someone I follow online who has a Q&A section about their own gender affirming surgery on their social media who has a very salient point in one of the entries. I'm not gonna tag them and risk embarrassing them (but if you happen to be reading this please know that I think very highly of you!), but essentially their point was that, if you're asking someone if you should get bottom surgery of any kind, the answer is no you should not. Asking that means that you're still uncertain about whether or not it's the best decision. If you ask yourself if you want bottom surgery and the answer you come up with is "I don't know," that isn't good enough. For your own safety you need to wait until you are certain. That could take a very long time but it's still the most responsible thing you can.

I had several appointments with therapist and doctors in order to be sure this is what I wanted. When I am in my right mind I am confident in my choice and I don't regret it. You need to be sure you won't regret it too.

Anyway. My next appointment with the trans health care nurse is friday of next week. Luckily my husband is able to drive me since my brother isn't available this time and I really do not want to take transit for that long in order to get there. Ideally my UTI will have gotten better by then. I'll let y'all know how it goes.

[my-autism-adhd-blog]

Hi, if you don't answer questions of this nature that's completely fine but I really like your slide shows and feel like they represent how I think and feel and was wondering if you can offer some advice. I had a small meltdown over a cooking mishap and when I verbalized that for the first time as im trying to really advocate for my needs more, my sister (who means well but doesn't really get it) tried comparing it to spirals she gets when her anxiety spikes in an attempt to help me out of it. I have depression so I know what spiraling feels like and I know my meltdowns are nothing like that but I was too upset to explain the difference to her and her trying to tell me that I'll eventually find a way to just get better at pushing through it when I told her I need to let it come and pass just frustrated me more and made me unable to speak for the rest of the night even when I felt better. In short, do you have any tips for explaining autistic meltdowns to allistic people? I know it'll happen again so I know I'll need to explain myself and would appreciate any advice you can provide or resources of yours you could point me to. Thank you.

Hi there,

I found a few articles that might help. According to the first article:

In autistic adults, meltdowns are also a complete loss of control of behavior but that looks very different. In adults, it can look like crying, yelling, lashing out, suicidal ideation, self-harm, inability to talk, lack of ability to think, or rage.

According to research by Phung et al. (2022), autistic adults describe feeling out of control and they feel this with their entire body. They describe having blurry vision, muscles getting hot, cheeks getting warm, and shoulders bunched up. They have a diminished ability to think and sometimes difficulty finding words or remembering basic things. Autistic adults describe feeling completely out of control like everything is fuzzy.

Phung et al. (2022) also describes a stage called burnout, which can proceed meltdown in which the autistic person begins to feel fatigued, overwhelmed, slowed down, and has difficulty with cognition. This is a period where continued pressure and overwhelming sensory and emotional stress begin to erode the autistic person’s ability to function and perform daily tasks. Encouraging autistic people to decrease emotional and sensory pressure at this point can prevent meltdowns.

The Autism Research Institute reports that meltdown is caused by central nervous system overload in autistic people. Recent research shows that autistic people have neurons that are more hyperconnected than neurotypicals. This explains why it is so much easier to overwhelm autistic people. Autistic people’s sensory systems are very different and when things are overwhelming, this can result in complete meltdown.

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According to this article:

Meltdowns are often the result of situations which are highly stimulating or create high levels of anxiety which feel like they can't be escaped. When someone is in this situation their reaction is either flight, fight or freeze. If the person cannot escape that leaves two options: either fight or freeze. 

Meltdowns are similar to the fight response. 

When an autistic person is having a meltdown they often have increased levels of anxiety and distress which are often interpreted as frustration, a 'tantrum' or an aggressive panic attack. 

It's important to understand that meltdowns are not 'temper tantrums'. They are a reaction to a highly distressing situation or environment. 

While in a meltdown a person can be injurious to others or themselves because of the extreme state of anxiety their body is in. That's why it's really important to minimise the risk of this happening - both for the person and those around them. 

Meltdowns are very physically tiring and emotionally draining for the individual. This is because the person has been in a distressing situation and has had a highly adrenalised and emotionalised response. 

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I hope this helps. Thank you for the inbox. I hope you have a wonderful day/night. ♥️

[princelylove]

Your Highness, I been wondering what would be Giorno's (or even GER's reaction) to darling wanting to cuddle Golden Experience Requiem and finding it cute? (have you seen it's eyes 🥺🫶(you wouldn't doubt Diavolo's death loop with those eyes💀)

Oh, my first stand request, technically. How wonderful.

Golden Experience Requiem is not his user. When I write for fem Giorno, I'll normally still use he/him for her stand- he strikes me as masculine, for some reason.

Being a separate person from his user is... annoying, sometimes. Golden Experience- before his ascension, as he calls it- was only worried about one thing: taking care of his user and obeying her wishes, if he agrees with them.

I handle Golden Experience's overpowered abilities (seeing life and souls, being able to bring back the dead and put them on life support, his regular manipulation of life) by making it not always an option to Giorno- sometimes, Golden Experience knows better, and won't obey. Requiem is the same, just with a lot more authority, and a different agenda. That agenda is private, even from Giorno.

Being sentient is bothersome. It's not easy to socialize as a stand- his options are limited. What, is he going to speak to the Pistols? Perhaps Purple Haze? Don't make him laugh. That, and Giorno rarely has time for him anymore- what happened to the days when small, fragile Haruno would cry out, who fed her and kept her warm? Golden Experience! And she's ignoring him for work, and a human being?

At least you're entertaining for when sweet, beautiful Giorno is too busy flirting with a potential business partner. You're a... fine thing, but you're no Giorno. To Golden Experience, his user is his world, he was made out of Giorno's need to be taken care of and adored. How would you feel if you were made for someone and they like some nobody? If they were obsessed with some random and you were left all alone? Golden Experience Requiem isn't too keen on sharing, but if you make his precious user happy, you can stay until she comes to her senses.

Oh, and of course you love his eyes. He's the embodiment of perfection, suited well for his user, why wouldn't he be ethereal? Go on, sing his praises, it'll pass the time until your actual lover returns from her work.

Unless you'd like to see Golden Experience Requiem take out some frustrations on Diavolo. You're free to watch- it's fun to step into Requiem's other world, you're just not allowed to tell Giorno it's an option.

Giorno is pleased that you find her stand appealing. The fact that you can see him at all is quite impressive. It's better to think of him as beautiful and praise him, he gets quite cranky when Giorno 'neglects' him. (That is a word I advise you to never use.)

But, the more you praise him, the more he expects it. Too much and it'll become a requirement, too little and you'll be punished.

[themurderofcrowscollective]

A Distant Memory

While his life is getting better with his new friends and new lover Johnny MacTavish, Simon is reminded of a friend he once had as he had found an old tape recorder from his teen years when he used to run away from the house when he was a teen before enlisting. Looking through the tapes, he is struck with a heavy sense of nostalgia and sits inside all day rewatching the funny things they used to do as friends. Her name was Penny Brown, she was eccentric both in fashion and in her personal beliefs, but she was always there for Simon when he was at his lowest even when he was facing with his own homosexuality. At one moment, he pauses and stares at her.

He wonders if she ever made it out of that small town, it was way too small for someone with a mind like hers... Let's find out. + + + [Chapter: A Walk Down Memory Lane] 'Cheer up will ya? As long as I'm here, you'll never be truly alone.' He can remember the day she said that, it was the day they had met each other in middle school. She was much younger then from the Penny seen in the tapes, but she still kept her incredible smile as they grew. Originally she had honey-golden eyes with blonde hair however as she grew, Penny started dying her hair and putting red eye contacts in more often. The first day she started doing that, it was the first day of the new high school year in their junior year. Everyone was shocked but Penny wore her new appearance with pride. But as pretty and confident as she was, she was the weird kid for a reason. A multitude of reasons. (Fuck you I'm feeling silly) While Simon sits in his living room, looking through the tapes, he's reminded of the time they both were working on a school project for presentation day in social studies... Penny had the bright idea of making the slides herself and there were too many innuendos in there. She chose violence that day especially because their social studies teacher was a sweaty nerd in all the wrong ways, and it led to his arrest when the rumors were confirmed about his perversion. Everyone took note that day not to mess with Penny Brown. She also made a point very clear that she is a force to be reckoned with, and that she's a believer in equal rights because her hands were rated E for everyone. Yeah she threw hands with a cafeteria of bratty girls and boys, coming out victorious with a few bruises, a black eye and a few missing teeth. Simon was defended by her a lot of times, sometimes he'd defend her but she made it her goal to defend herself. They both were losers though, which sends Simon into a giggling fit before he feels a tap on his shoulder. " Hm? " Johnny looks at him with a bit of a giggle leaving his lips. " You alright there, Si? " " Yeah, I got reminded of a dear friend I had. " " Oh? " " Penny Brown, that's her from our senior year on the screen. " He points at the screen, Penny smiling. Johnny chuckles a bit. " Wow that's a style. " " It was the 80s, she had interesting taste in clothing. " Simon presses play on the old VCR and the tape plays out. " Penny, say something for yourself in the future! " " Are you fuckin' with me? Fine, listen up you bitch, don't give your number to that ass named Jerrod! He's nothing but a sleaze and you got this big ol baby to take care of! " She grabs the camera out of Simon's hands and turns it over to face each other, Penny sitting next to a very young Simon who blushes and giggles. " I'll never leave ya! " The tape ends and Johnny looks at Simon, seeing the tears roll down his eyes like he remembered what happened. " You alright? " " Yeah... I remembered what happened after this, she had to move away to America to live with her aunt after her folks passed away. She left behind just one note. " He looks inside the box again and finds the note, taking it out and unfolding it. It's as pristine as the day he got it from her. 'Dear Simon, sorry mate. While I may not be near you in person, I'm always with you in spirit. It'll take so much more than a mass tragedy to keep me away. - Much love, Penny.' 'P.S. I know you won't be able to take care of yourself out there easily without me, but know that someday you'll find someone to keep you safe. He'll always love and cherish you, so don't fight it, let love win. Stay happy, ya big baby.' There's a flower drawn by Penny herself, a forget-me-not. The one flower Simon always gets on a certain day of the year, keeping it watered for a good while. " Simon, why don't ya try looking for her? "