#putting my phone down and going to touch grass or whatever

[sapphofrog]

self care is blocking ppl who complain abt gloria scott and whine abt how theyre no longer listening to s&co bc of the (not even comfirmed romantic) johnmariana implications

[bambisnc]

i'm like some kind of supernova [ft. u.ae]

⤷ pov : literally all of the clocks of your house stop working and a random girl falls into your house?? she says she's like .. a goddess?? and now you've agreed to help her find her colleagues that disappeared?? or else she might torment you for all your life???

pairing : timekeeper!giselle x reader genre : serious codedish + crack cw/tw : talks about dying/not dying + giselle talks old timey-ish for a couple mins + lowk this is a fever dream + uneditted womp womp wc : 914 woooo !!

the strange quiet should’ve tipped you off.

when you woke up from an (unusually) dreamless sleep, your first instinct was to fight the urge to look at your phone and instead focus on the digital clock situated to the left of your bed. 

you were trying to make a conscious effort to “stop being dependent on your phone” and metaphorically touch grass.

and, obviously, that was your first mistake. 

the flashing numbers of the screen looked back at you, almost defiantly. 00.30.

one look at the sunlight streaming in through a conveniently located window proved that incorrect immediately. 

the clock appears to be broken.

pretty normal occurrence, could happen to anyone.

but when you venture out to the dining room, another clock, one of the analog variety, proudly displays the hour hand at 1 and the minute hand at 8. 

the clocks in the living room, guest room and kitchen all respectively seem to believe it’s around 2.45, 3.06 and 4.58 am respectively.

you can no longer put this off to a coincidence and the realization that there may be some foul play at work shakes you to the core. 

until, of course, there is a loud BANG! and a girl falls right on top of you. 

by then, your only coherent thought is AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.

the girl groans, likely in pain from the fall (where did she fall from??? is she a neighbour and did your ceiling just … break down??). she’s quick to regain composure however.

“greetings mortal. be not afraid for i am merely a being that most humans desire to have control over, despite knowing how utterly unattainable it is.

i am giselle; the keeper of time, in its purest essence.”

“your name tag says uchinaga aeri though.” you gesture with your eyes as she still has your arms pinned down with just enough strength to render them completely immovable.

“and also,” your fight or flight reaction shows itself by a means of ceaseless curiosity, “isn’t time supposed to be .. an old bearded man holding an hourglass? wasn’t he called father time?

the time keeper/uchinaga aeri/giselle/ looks pissed. or is she just flustered??

“the name tag is just a slight error, okay?! and i actually DO have an hourglass. also assuming that time is “male” is sexist.”

“no that’s not what i meant-” you try to defend yourself, but she brushes it off with practiced ease.

“my colleagues and i recently faced a … misfortunate incident. they all disappeared soon after.  the thorough investigations i carried out right after lead me nowhere for quite a while. 

but now… my sources have led me to you, mortal.”

the way aeri giselle speaks is enough to show you that she would not hesitate to resort to any means necessary to bring back the people she’s lost. they are obviously much more to her than just “colleagues.” 

you admire that. but also … according to her “sources” doesn’t she think that you are the one responsible for the disappearances? 

giselle’s grip on your hands eases only slightly while your brain busily tries to make sense of the events; wondering if she perhaps terrified you into silence. 

you do not let that opportunity go to waste.

with a slightly awkward, not as suave movement as you would have liked it to be, you flip over so that the timekeeper is now below you. 

“mortal?!” she gasps out, “you dare manhandle one of the 4 Supernovas, the guardians of the universe?! why i should-”

“hear me out please, before you burn me to a crisp or whatever you’d like” 

giselle’s eyes twinkle. 

she snaps her fingers. and all the lights blink out.

you find yourself … in your bedroom? almost like you’ve been sent back in time to earlier the same day…

the time keeper sits at the edge of the bed, rather nonchalantly, for someone who looked like they were merely seconds away from..

“letting you age and age and age some more, until all that’s left of you is a shriveled husk and all you can think of is the sweet release of death; but alas you’ll never find respite, because i will simply ensure that you remain undying. i think that’s what i’ll do to you if you don’t cooperate <3 arson’s not really my thing, ningning however,-”

you interrupt her once more, probably not the best decision but you need to make your offer as soon as possible if you have any hopes of getting out of this alive, “i’ll help you.”

“what…?”

you ramble on about how all the clocks had stopped working and how you were 99% sure that this meant you were definitely a key part in helping to find the people who had disappeared.

it almost feels like an interview; trying to convince giselle to hire you as a helper and also, as a side bonus, not torment you for all of eternity. 

and surprisingly, it works.

as you’re ending your pitch, she suddenly leans forward so that her forehead almost touches yours. 

“rest up for now, then.” she says, “you need all the energy you can get for our mission. and if you even think of backing out…”

“i won’t!!” you affirm quickly, which makes her smile and

god she’s really pretty isn’t she? 

—

beep. beep. beep.

the digital clock on your bedside says it’s 00.30. 

you grab your phone.

the Contacts app opens up. the first saved number is of a certain timekeeper.

o giselle (NOT aeri.) xxxxxxxxxx

notes : I HATE THE TITLEEE IM MIGHT CHANGE IT IDK THO + [m.list] song rec : man idk i was js watching danny gonzales videos/horror video game playthroughs + supernova - aespa???

𐙚 . regulars : @skriri ⋆

[shiftingparadise]

Gojo x Reader: Like a goddess

Hi guys, this is just something that popped into my head. Hope you guys like it 🤍✨

Warnings: suggestive content

Word count: 1304

“Tsk”, you smirked as you looked up. “What’s wrong? Scared of losing?”, Gojo hovered over you, his hand resting against the wall. “You know it wouldn’t be a fair fight”. “I’ll hold back, don’t worry”, his voice low.

Butterflies rose to your stomach. There was always this tension between the two of you. He always teased you, touching your arm a little bit too long, his hand touching your ass on ‘accident’… 

“Fine”, you pushed yourself from the wall, slightly bending your head so you could escape him, “I’ll see you on the field after dinner”. “You serious?”, he chuckled. “After dinner”, you looked over your shoulder, a smirk on your face. “Hold on a second”, he stepped towards you, “What’s in it for me? We both know you’re going to lose”. “Just spit it out”, you rolled your eyes. You knew he had something in mind. “I get to take you out on a date”. “A date?”, you laughed, “With you?”. “Or we can skip the date and go straight to my room”, he hummed. You raised your eyebrows in disbelief as the corners of your mouth curled into a smile. “You don’t have to deny your feelings toward me”, his index finger tilting your chin up, “I’ve seen the way you look at me”. “You’re crazy”, you actively avoided his gaze, afraid you’d gotten too wrapped up in his game. “Don’t mistake me for one of your idiotic girlfriends”, you scoffed, “I’m not that easy to impress”. “I know, that’s why I like you”. 

Your eyes unwillingly went round. You knew Gojo. How bold he could be. Yet he never did so with you until now. 

“See?”, a soft chuckle before he pulled away, “Don’t lose on purpose. I’ll take you out anyway”. “Don’t worry. I don’t want to go on a date with you”, you scoffed before turning around and walking off.  

---

“This all you got?”, Gojo’s foot resting on your chest, his hands in his pocket. “That’s disappointing… Or did you lose on purpose?”. “You weren’t holding back”, your hands wrapped around his ankle. “You’d be dead within a second if I didn’t”, he leaned towards you, “We had a deal, remember?”. “Whatever”, you looked to the side, your lips pressed together. “Tomorrow, 8 PM”, he smirked before stepping away, his hand now reaching for you. “Fuck off”, you slapped his hand away. “Where are you taking me anyway?”. Your eyes locked on the ground as you swiped some grass and dirt from your clothes. “Who knows?”, his hand in his pockets again as he walked away, “Wear something nice”. 

--- 

“I’m coming”, you hurried to the door as you heard Gojo knock on your door. “Finally”, he sighed as he looked at the ceiling. “You’re early”, you looked down to put your phone in your purse as you heard a soft gasp followed by a forced cough. “What?”, you looked up with a raised eyebrow. 

He was leaning against the door frame with one arm, his eyes locked on you. There was this slight, almost unnoticeable blush on his face. 

“Nothing”, he stood up straight, “Let’s go, we don’t want to be late”. “Where are we going?”, you asked as you closed your door. A moment went by before he answered, causing you to think there was something wrong. “A famous cocktail bar”, he replied far more quietly than normal. “What’s wrong? You don’t like my dress?”, your heart sunk to your stomach as you noticed his unusual expression. “No, it’s just-“, he cleared his throat as he brushed through his hair. “Just what?”. “Fuck”, he let out a low chuckle that send butterflies through your entire body. “Look at me, you’re the first girl that’s ever left me speechless. If you’d let me, I’d have you up against the wall right now, but you’re not that easy, right? You’re not like the others, hm?”, he closed the distance between you two, his hands now resting on your waist. You could only stare into his eyes, your words stuck inside your throat as your hands clutched onto your purse. 

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t considering skipping the formalities. The two of you knew what was going to happen tonight, how far you’d let him take things… But it was more fun to play hard to get, wasn’t it? 

“You’re delusional”, you placed your hand against his chest, softly pushing him away. “Hm”, his eyes lingering a little too long on your chest, “We’ll see”. 

---

“That was fun”, you leaned back against the leather seat as the driver started the car. “Where do you want to go?”, his elbow leaning on the window as his hand supported his head. He had this devilish look in his eyes that made it hard for you to focus. “My place or yours?”. “My place”, you shook your head as you smiled, “I told you I’m not that easy. Not even when I’m tipsy-“. You widened your eyes as you felt his hand on your thigh, softly pulling up your dress, “My place then?”. You barely managed to nod as heat flushed to your cheeks. 

You watched as Gojo told the driver the address. He looked handsome. He always did, but tonight was different. Probably because he was wearing a black shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. A completely different style than his usual uniform. His white hair looked a little bit messier than usual, probably because it was a windy outside, but it didn’t matter. Gojo looked even better with his hair like that, even more nonchalant and cocky. 

“So, you want to skip your little act? Or do you want to continue being stubborn? Making it only more fun for me?”. He had you backed against the wall of his hallway, his forehead against yours. “I’m not that easy-“. “I know you aren’t, don’t get the wrong idea”, he gently grabbed your jaw, “You think I even bother to take other girls out for a date?”. You narrowed your eyes, your arms crossed now. “You’re an asshole”. “Not to you”, his eyes gliding over your body, “You know that”. “Hm”, your hands now playing with the buttons of his shirt, “Maybe”. “Maybe?”, his voice more desperate as he felt you fiddling with his shirt. “Well, it all depends on how you treat me tonight”, a pout on your face. “Is that so?”, another low chuckle as his other hand softly pinched your waist, “And how do you want me to treat you?”. “I want you to worship me like a goddess”, you pulled him closer by his collar, “You think you can do that? Or is your ego too big?”. “We’ll see”, his lips brushing against yours before he suddenly picked you up and carried you to his bedroom. “You want to be treated like a goddess, huh?”, he gently seated you on the edge of his bed. “Hm”, you nodded as you looked into his eyes. “Fine”, he softly pushed your dress off your shoulder, “I’ll let you see a side of me no one has ever seen”. He paused as he placed a soft kiss on your shoulder, “But I have to get something in return”. “What?”, your hand massaging the back of his head. “You won’t see other guys as long as we’re having fun. You won’t talk to another man… Shit, I don’t even want you to look at another guy. You’ll be mine and mine only, okay?”. “Then you’ve got to make sure I won’t have to-“. “Don’t test my patience”, he tilted your chin, “Promise me”. “Fine”, you frowned, “As long as you don’t take other girls home”. “You’re the only one I want”, he smiled before he gently pressed his lips against yours, “The only one I need”. 

[jackmanbj]

crazy 4 you

summary: you and jack go out on a date, you have a male waiter that’s obviously flirting with you, he make it his mission to put a stop to it.

“JACK!” you yelled to jack from the bedroom.

jack came running up the stairs to find two outfits on the bed with shoes under them.

“which outfit?” “uhh the second one probably.” “ok stinka, give me 30 minutes to get dressed.”

jack gave you a kiss before jogging back down the stairs.

after around 47 minutes you were dressed and satisfied with the way your outfit came out so you started heading downstairs.

jack seen you and immediately sighed.

“your going to get cold and im not giving you my jacket this time ‘cause this happens every time, go get a jacket mamas.”

“no, a jacket it going to mess up my outfit!”

“your not getting mine babe.” “fine, i wont be cold anyway.”

you and jack got to the restaurant and as soon as you walked in very cold air hit your arms.

you immediately started shriving and holding your arms.

“jack its cold!” “mamas you don’t listen, didnt i tell you bring your jacket ’cause it would be cold?”

“but..can i use yours?”

you looked up at jack with the best puppy eyes you could get out while he simply sighed and slid his jacket off to give you.

“next time your not getting it.”

“ok jackie.”

the waiter came over to seat you both.

you and jack sat across from each other and started looking at the menu.

“jack baby what are you getting?” “uhm probably a steak, what about you?”

“first you need sides baby, and i’ll get the steak, green beans, and a potato.”

“oh, can you pick for me i really dont know what i want.” “jack if you dont know what you want how can i pick for you?” “ill get the same thing as you and can you oder for me?”

“ok my big baby.”

jack laughed a little and looked back at you, he was just staring while you looked at your phone.

you picked your head up to ask jack a question.

“why are you staring? do i have something on my face?” “no baby your just so pretty.”

jack reached over the table and took your face in his hands while you kissed his palm.

“love you stink.” “love you more pretty girl.”

jack took his hands away when the waiter came over.

“hello my name is jay, ill be your waiter today do you both know what you’ll take to drink?”

“uhm i’ll have a water and he’ll have a dr. pepper please.”

“ok do you know what you want to eat or should i come back pretty girl?”

jack looked at you to see if you noticed what he called you.

you shot a quick look back at jack but quickly went to answer the waiter.

“uhm we’ll both have a steak with a side of green beans and potato.”

“will that be all for you?” “yes that will be all.”

“ok mamas i’ll be back with your drink.”

the waiter left and all you and jack could do was look at each other with confusion all on your face.

“did he just flirt with you right in front of me..?”

“uhm i think so babe.. maybe he was just being nice, its ok.”

“that was more then nice baby but whatever.”

the waiter came back with you and jacks drinks, when he handed you the drink he slightly grassed you hand while smiling at you while he roughly, almost slammed jacks drink with a grin.

the waiter left again and all jack could do was look at you and you could tell he was pissed.

jack got up out his seat “come sit next to me, your sitting in because that shits not happening again.”

you quickly got up seeing how upset your husband was and went to sit where he told you to.

you sat and jack came and sat next to you.

jack got on his phone and started texting urban while you were laying your head in his chest.

after a couple minutes jay came back with your food and you reached out for the food but jack pushed your hand away lightly not wanting you to touch the waiter again.

“why you hiding that pretty girl?” “man i will really fuck you up.” the waiter chuckled and put the food on the table before walking away.

you placed your hands on his face just as he did you earlier.

“jack baby please, this is supposed to be a nice calm date for just us two, dont let him get to you baby boy please, ‘cause i’ve been in to many public fights, these white people are going to think you started fighting because some of my black rubbed off on you.” you joked and kissed his nose making him laugh.

“whatever baby, but if he tried that dumb shit again ain’t no sorry or walking away.”

“ok baby.”

you let go of jack and the waiter came back to check on everything.

“hows it going pretty girl?”

you seen jack ball his fist up so you quickly held his arm down as best you could and jack just looked at the waiter walk away laughing.

“nah fuck that, who would you hold me?”

“i dont want anything to happen to you baby.”

jack look around, you both were sitting at a table which had a window so jack was looking out the window when he seen the waiter sitting outside.

"i’ll be back babe im going to the bathroom.”

“ok jackie.”

you watch jack walk off ‘to the bathroom’ but after a few minutes you looked outside to see jack fighting the waiter.

you damn near jumped up out the seat and ran as fast as you could to go stop jack.

“JACKMAN THOMAS HARLOW!”

jack looked back at you for a second the went back to fighting.

you seen a man buffer then jack and asked hun to pull jack off.

the man went over to jack and lifted him on his feet while jack damn near punched the dude.

you went over to jack and pulled him by his ear into the restaurant to pay.

“cannot believe you.”

you let go of jack and went into his pocket to get his wallet.

you ended up having to pay at the front because of the incident.

you left out the restaurant before jack and went to the car while jack was following behind you.

“jack unlock the door.” you said pulling on the car door.

jack unlocked it before getting into the car and seeing how mad you were.

“babe you cant be mad at me right now, it wasn’t even my fault.”

“jack im mad because you told me you were going to the bathroom and i looked out a window and you were beating somebodys ass, then i told you not to fight, and you fought.”

jack sighed and started driving to pandora.

“why are you bringing me to the shopping center?”

“‘cause the only way your spoiled ass not gon’ be bad at me is if i get you something.”

“glad you know stink.”

[buckyshoneybunny]

Stings & Kisses

Summary- A Day of yard work takes a painful toll. 

W.C.- 894 

Warnings- Cursing, fluff, Bucky being the best boyfriend, all most panic attack.  

A/N- So I got fucking stung by hornets yesterday trying to do a good thing and weed eat for my grandmother since her daughter was slacking and not doing it. Was home alone and on the verge of a panic attack, had to call my dad to figure out what to fucking do. So I decided to write a drabble of Bucky taking care of reader who gets stung. This is probably trash but I hope you guys like it!!  

You and Bucky had decided to spend the last few weeks of summer break with Sam, Sarah, and the boys. It turned out to be the best part of yours and Bucky’s summer. Hot days out at the dock, shopping trips, waterpark adventures and so much more.  

You were having the time of your life.  

Today was one of the rare days it wasn’t blistering hot. Sarah had decided to take the boys school shopping, you declined her offer of tagging along. Instead, you wanted to tackle the yard, something that had gotten pushed to the side in yalls days of fun. 

After an hour of trying and failing to restring the Weed Eater, choosing to just have Bucky do it, and an extra couple of hours waiting for the batteries you may or may not have forgotten to plug in that morning, to charge. Just after lunch you were finally all set to head out to work.  

Headphones connected, phone and Weed Eater in hand, you leave Bucky and Sam to tackle putting together the two new desks that AJ and Cass insisted they needed. After AJ ‘accidently’ broke it. How do you accidently break a desk? You snickered as you listened to AJ’s lame excuse.    

You’re about half way through, everything was going smoothly. You were currently tackling a spot under a low hanging tree, there had been tall grass and brush. That was when you felt it.  

Stinging, searing pain in your right ass cheek. You didn’t have to see them to know what it was. A split-second after the first sting you drop the Weed Eater and haul ass up to the house. As you run you feel more stings, your whole body feels like it’s burning.  

Once you get a good distance away, you pause, already shaking and panicking. You look down to see one still on your shirt, you yelp and smack it away. You run to the porch, throwing your phone, headphones, and wallet, and strip off your shirt and shorts, neighbors be damned. You were thick enough on the thighs that you could sometimes wear Bucky’s boxers. Left in his boxers and a sports bra you run inside. 

Tears burn your eyes and you gasp and cough, driving yourself to a panic attack. Bucky looks up when the door opens, one look at you and he drops whatever he’s holding. You start to pace the living room, the pain almost unbearable.  

“Y/N? Doll, you okay?” He frantically asks as he walks to you.  

You shake your head, still gasping for breath you walk around him, trying to ‘walk off’ the pain. Sam furrows his eyebrows and studies you; he curses when he realizes what’s going on. 

Bucky reaches for your left elbow trying to stop you.  

“Bucky no! She got-” You yelp when he touches one of the stings. “Stung right there,” Sam finishes on a grumble.  

Bucky’s eyes widen. “Shit baby I need you to calm down, you’re gonna drive yourself to a panic attack if you don’t stop.” He gently cups your face.  

“It h-urts," you cry.  

“I know, baby I know. I need you to calm down and tell me what stung you.” 

“I don’t k-now, I w-was all yellow I think.” 

While Bucky works on calming you down Sam looks out the back door. 

“Hornets!” Sam yells. 

“What?” Bucky calls out.  

“She got stung by hornets,” he says again. Sam makes a paste out of baking soda and water to put on the stings to help draw out the poison.  

Once Bucky gets you calm, albeit you're still shaking and tears in your eyes. He gives you some Benadryl and takes the paste from Sam. He gently puts the paste on and then a band-aid over top to help the paste stay.  

“Shit doll, you got stung at least 10 times.” He mumbles, tongue between his teeth as he works 

“Those fuckers got me in the ass first,” you grumble and pout. Bucky snorts and you flick his nose. “That’s not funny,” you say despite the smile that breaks through.  

“Have you ever been stung by hornets before, doll?” He’s on his knees in front of you, having just finished taking care of all the stings, his hands hold your hips. You shake your head.  

“If you have trouble breathing or swallowing, or feel like you’re swelling up, tell me immediately, okay?” He has that concerned crease in between his eyebrows. You nod and take a deep shaky breath. 

“You okay?” He asks softly and rubs your hips with his thumbs.  

“Yeah,” you sigh and wipe your face.  

“You need anything?” 

“Some Chick-fil-a, kisses, and cuddles.” 

He grins and with a ‘yes my love’ he leaves to fetch your order. Sam goes back to putting the last desk back together while you head to the guest room you and Bucky had been staying in. You kick your shoes off and very carefully crawl under the covers. You put The Rookie on, rewatching a couple of episodes so you don’t watch anything new without Bucky.  

When Bucky gets back, he cuddles and kisses you, you both eat and watch your show. It takes you a good hour after it happened to stop shaking. Later that night you shower and Bucky puts some ointment on them with more band-aids and kisses them all better. 

[carlossainzwho]

my current opinion on this (stupid) situation (which could've been solved in private)

i feel bad for both caiti and george

caiti, because she feels like she's been deeply affected by what went down that night (even though she explained it in a way that made george seem like a reincarnation of adolf hitler) and the fact that she's surrounded by friends who hate who she once looked up to

and george, because he will lose thousands of fans to someone who made the situation a hundred times worse than it needed to be and this could've been, yet again, something that could've been solved privately. george had every reason to believe that he was cuddling with someone who was 21+, since she was wearing a wrist band thing with 21+ on it.

here is every lie that caiti said in her accusation:

.she was 'freshly 18' - no she wasn't, she was nearly 18 and a half, her bday is in january and she met george in june

. she claimed that george knew this at the time, but he didn't because she was wearing a 21+ wristband. how funny!

. she had to get up for the touching and yada yada to stop - no she didn't, she came back and sat next to him multiple times

. they forced her to drink - no, they (caiti and her friends) were already very drunk when they came to dream's hotel room. isn't that on them?

. they forced her and her friends to play a drinking game - no, they were the ones who asked to play that drinking game on the second night! again, how funny is that?

. she 'resorted to playing games on her phone so that she could disappear because she was uncomfortable' - no, she passed her phone around to everyone and let them play the game too. hahahahaha

. she didn't bring up half of the people there! god knows why. if you are trying to make an accusation l, you should include every detail and lots of evidence (which ik that she has provided now) and NOT lie. oops, guess she did all of that!

and poor george has to experience the wrath of twitter and the people who just blindly support the victim because he slipped his hand under her clothes - it was totally not as if she was cuddling with him for over an hour before that!

twitter is so fucked up it actually makes the situation hilarious.

they are mocking people who have actually suffered form SA because apparently a man putting his hand around a girl's waist is abuse, sexual assault, rape, molesting and 100 more words meaning 'sexual harasser'

now now, i'm not saying that i don't support caiti - i'm just saying that if she really felt this way, she could've said it in private? why ruin a whole creator's career because he put his hand around your waist and you are having second thoughts 8 months after? why why why?

maybe she felt like she would get the support and attention that shelby was getting? maybe it was her friends?

but whatever it is, it's just ridiculous. it could've been sorted out without cancelling him for something he didn't do.

if you don't agree with me, good for you. go and touch some grass.

[ofdirtandbones]

I have no idea who to ask and seeing as you seem to be similar to me in some aspects, i thought u would be the best choice

Do you have any recommendations on how to stop being on the internet so much and connect more with nature? I love nature I love being in it but I'm constantly stuck either to my phone or computer, never fully appreciating it. I have no idea what to do

Long post ahead ! Sorry lol Man I've deleted all social media except tumblr. I use it on my computer mostly and I've put a thirty minutes time limit, only usuable between 6pm and 11pm on my phone. That way I can still see art, pretty pictures, funny posts... But I don't spend much time on my phone. It took me SO LONG to get to this point. I had to build up so much anger towards social media, the way they are made to steal all your time and ruin your attention span, and how much of a negative impact they had in my life. I use to spend just so much time on instagram,,, The first thing I did was put a lock on it. It was sooo hard at first but eventually I started barely using it when it was unlocked for the day. I managed to start reading again. And I mean reading multiple hours a day. Sometimes the whole day when I felt really bad and couldn't leave the house. Traded my screen time for when I was like,,, in the bathroom or waiting for something etc,,, for duolingo ! Since I still had the urge to pick up my phone and duolingo takes so much energy haha Doing something that isn't really enjoyable (and is actually useful) everytime I picked up my phone eventually made it much less interesting. You will not miss out on anything ! I know how scary it is but I promise, you won't be disconnected from the world. It's really the contrary tbh. You won't be disconnected from your friends either ! Ask them to contact you through whatsapp or whatever. That was my main fear and it turned out fine, so so so so fine. There are still ways to get news, without being constantly bombarded by them. Healthy ways that your body can actually handle. For the connecting to nature more part, it's very easy in my city but I don't know what it's like in yours,,, If you can access nature easily and can walk for a while then I say go explore ! Take pictures of bugs, plants, mushrooms,,, Can you take a friend with you ? If nature isn't accessible for you, good news ! It's everywhere. You'll find plant growing through cracks on the sidewalk, birds everywhere, bugs wherever it's possible for them to live,,, You'll start noticing them quickly ! Can you identify them ? If you don't have books that can help you or field guides, there are ones in public libraries. Once you id something, read about it ! And the pure joy once you've identified something, read about it, and you see it again ! The feeling is incredibly similar to friendship ! It became familiar, it became a friend, you feel warm inside everytime you two meet. See what naturalist non profit associations are near you ! Do they offer free acitvities ? Can you join them, volunteer,,, Yesterday I participated to an activity at night where we went to a spot with a lot of bats, learned about them, and then listened to them with a batbox ! All for free. I do activities like that a few times a week and learn a lot ! Another tip is touch grass, literally. Put your fingers in the dirt, smell it eat it, go lay down under a tree, no phone allowed. Hear the wind go through it. You aren't very different from it. You're both nature, both alive, aware of your surroundings, breathing, eating, and a whole ecosystem just by yourself. Your tree can also becoma a friend. Keep plants inside if possible ! Take care of them, learn about them. If only you knew how many plants I've killed before understanding how to take care of them,,, Now I have over thirty plants,,, hard ones to keep too ! It's also extremely easy to keep pill bugs as pets and takes up very very little space. So rewarding to see them eat and multiply ! Read books about nature ! I know this can be hard,,, I don't mean just informative books ! Anything will help you feel closer to it. I love poetry for example ! Very short, impactful emotionally ! I hope my rambles will be able to help you in some way ksgfqgq I just woke up.

[mikagero]

when i start to fall in love with you

nagireo | 1.8k

The first thing that fills the room once Reo enters is intermittent beeps and video game sound effects. Taking a couple steps and peering down the row of lockers, he spots what he’s been waiting exactly six and a half hours for.

Nagi Seishiro is hunched over on one of the benches, still in his school uniform, seemingly very engrossed in whatever he’s playing on his phone. Something flashes across the screen momentarily, and his eyebrows furrow slightly.

He’s here.

“Ah, I died,” Nagi mumbles to himself.

“Nagi!” Reo chirps, upon taking a seat and sliding next to him. It’s only then until Nagi acknowledges his presence with a slow blink, as if he was still in a daydream.

“How come you’re still wearing your school uniform?” Reo looks Nagi up and down, gesturing to his clothes, “I gave you my locker key, so you could change before I got here, remember?”

At that, Nagi sets his phone down on the bench, and ruffles around his hoodie pocket, holding the key up. “I know, but you were going to come anyway.”

It doesn’t really offer much of an explanation but Reo supposes that’s fine. They’re going to play soccer today, so he’s absolutely positive nothing could put a damper on his mood. “Okay, then hand it,” Reo says, holding his palm out, as he takes it from his hand and slides the key into his locker.

Earlier in the morning, Reo had stored both his and Nagi’s uniform here for safekeeping, until after school they had made arrangements to meet and go over some of the basics, with Nagi holding true to his promise.

“C’mon, up Nagi!” Reo unbuttons his vest as he turns to the side, to see Nagi still sitting, catching his gaze on him, staring blankly into space— or lost in thought?

“Hey, Reo… I know you said we were going to play soccer but, do I have to wear a uniform? I’m fine with my hoodie,” He drawls.

“Ah no, no, you’re changing. Plus, you don’t want your regular clothes to get full of grass or dirt, right?”

Nagi pauses, contemplating Reo’s words as if he couldn’t argue, before he gets up and stands next to him. “Which one’s mine?” Nagi murmurs, eyes raking over the neatly folded uniforms placed on top of each other, as if with gentle care.

Reo hands him the pair of jersey and shorts, the ones bolded with the number seven. “Yours.” Reo flashes a smile. They both get changed quite quickly, despite Nagi’s initial lethargicness and yawns while he pulls the shirt over his head, to which Reo laughs at.

Because the soccer team hasn’t been officialized just yet— Reo has to hand in the team’s application form, now including Nagi’s, they haven’t hosted official practices. But Reo’s pulled a few strings to have the soccer field open for their use until they set a schedule.

Once they’re done, Reo grabs the ball and bends down to sling his bag full of gear over his shoulder, making sure they have everything. But once he rises, he meets deep gray. They’re close, really close. The tips of their shoes are just barely touching.

Reo gasps, a sharp intake of breath. Despite only knowing the boy for a couple days, Reo wasn’t acutely aware of their minimal height difference. Nagi was always sitting down, and when he was standing, his shoulders were always a bit slouched. He didn’t pay much mind to it, granted the first thing he did when he met Nagi was swing his arm around him, but this?

It’s different, quiet. It’s only the two of them.

From this angle, Nagi’s eyes seem impossibly dark. Reo has to tilt his chin up slightly to meet his gaze. He gets the fleeting thought of wondering what they would look like when the sun brings light to them, the rays catching in his eyelashes. Like when the curtains are drawn only slightly in the morning, flecks of light peeking through the room. But Reo is a different kind of person. He wants to yank them wide open, letting everything all in at once.

He decides right then and there the dim lighting from the locker room wouldn’t do them justice.

“We’re ready?” Nagi asks, softly, which brings Reo out of his thoughts. “Yeah.” Reo blinks. Once— twice, “That should be my line though,” Reo says, regaining his energy.

Right. We’re going to play soccer. Showing Nagi the basics.

Swiftly taking a few steps to maneuver around Nagi, Reo leads them out onto the field. Even though it’s nearing the beginning of spring, the trees lining the high fencing surrounding it are still bare. Yet, the wind carries a sense of warmth to it, promising blooming flowers.

Last year, he thought cherry blossom season arrived too quickly. There wasn’t anything wrong with that, no. But, it seemed a bit short-lived. The pink petals adorning the trees came and went a bit fast during his first year.

Reo prefers the slow build up to the changing of seasons, even though he had a liking for chillier months. It’s much more pleasant to have that moment where it seems just a bit warmer outside and then you think to yourself— it must be spring soon.

Setting down the ball a few strides away from his feet, he looks out to Nagi standing a distance away from him. “Okay, so I’m going to angle the foot I’m not kicking the ball with in the direction where I’m aiming,” Reo says, planting his left foot on the ground just for effect, demonstrating to Nagi.

“Also, remember to strike the ball just slightly below the laces of your shoes.”

“I see,” Nagi replies, bringing a hand to the back of his neck, awaiting Reo’s next move.

And Reo believes him, despite the short answer. If there’s anything to go by, what Nagi did with trapping his phone perfectly a couple days ago, everything else could come second nature.

Too many details aren’t important now— besides, they only just met, neither of them needed long-winded explanations on anything. Everything fell into place. Reo would give his soul to keep it that way too.

They trade a couple passes just to warm up, and as expected, Nagi keeps up with the rhythm Reo sets. He takes a few shots at the goal too, getting it in every time.

But there’s something Reo is dying to try with him. It’s been on his mind all damn day.

“Nagi,” Reo says, excitement seeping into his tone, “I’m upping the difficulty from here on out.”

Again, Nagi nods his head in affirmation, but this time Reo notices an almost imperceptible change in his posture. As if they’re sharing the same surge of energy, he brings himself up just a bit higher.

Reo loves it. For the first time in his life, he’s having the exact play in his mind be understood by another, unequivocally. Gone were the days of just simply writing tactics in a notebook.

So when he sends the ball with a lobbying pass, high into the sky, he watches Nagi’s graceful form, not taking his eyes off the sight for a mere second. He jumps into the air, trapping it, killing all the momentum Reo put into his pass, and turns it into something indescribable.

Coming back down to the ground, when Nagi shoots with the might of someone that could be so lazy, slamming the ball right into the net, Reo can’t help himself. He digs the heels of his cleats into the turf and breaks out into a run.

They’re not even playing an actual match or up against any opponents right now, but it’s beyond exhilarating. It feels different than beating the final level of the Mikage VR lab’s soccer stadium. Something unearthed, a raw discovery.

Reo had spent his life being handed everything the world had to offer. But no, Reo didn’t look at the world, Reo yearned beyond the planet they lived on, to grasp something between own two hands and have it be his.

The universe held blessings within its arms, to those who traveled beyond the confines of comfort and only the things they knew, they would be able to hold the light in their hands. But here, Nagi Seishiro was an anomaly. A genius, born among stars, among miracles and things ordinary people could just wish upon— wishes to not travel through space, to never see what he’s capable of.

A treasure worth becoming of achieving dreams, I want him to be mine.

They lock eyes and Reo’s electrified, surged with gray yet again, he’d let storm clouds envelop him ten-fold if it means the breath could be taken out of his lungs and replaced with everything that makes up Nagi.

“Nagi! That was—”

Reo had the intention of jumping on Nagi’s back in celebration but suddenly at his call, Nagi turns to face Reo. His eyebrows shoot up immediately, obscured beneath his white bangs.

But Reo’s too far pumped with adrenaline to care, he leaps into his arms, using Nagi’s shoulders to propel himself up high. For a moment, Nagi is unsure what to do, his eyes wide open. But then Reo feels it, strong hands wrap around his waist to steady him.

“Amazing. Perfect,” Reo almost-whispers, with near reverence.

He’s out of breath still, not from exertion, but there’s a different kind of strength needed to keep his eyes from flitting to Nagi’s lips. And the slight, subtle squeeze he gets in return from the hands on his waist isn’t helping.

“I just did what Reo told me to,” Nagi shrugs, or at least tries to with Reo’s weight still pressing on him.

“You know, not just anyone could do that.” Reo leans in closer, their foreheads almost touching. No, he’s certain no one could. “It’s a little criminal you’re this good at soccer already.”

“Listen, we’re going to be the best in the world together, the two of us.”

Nagi holds Reo’s gaze, and from here, Reo could count his eyelashes, if he moved just close enough to touch. To graze his fingers across his cheek.

Winning the World Cup doesn’t seem so far away anymore.

But instead, Reo rests his chin on the top of Nagi’s hair just for a second, and wraps his arms around his neck in a hug. “Got that, my treasure?”

Nagi startles for a second. Reo can’t make out his expression from here but he’s worried he might’ve said something wrong. He feels Nagi still underneath him and tense up, before a hand slides up Reo’s back, slow and gentle.

He swears he might be imagining it all, but Nagi holds Reo just a bit tighter. What was supposed to be a simple goal celebration, a jump on his shoulders, turned into an embrace Reo’s slowly falling deeper and deeper into.

“We will,” Nagi says. “The best in the world together.”

And for the second time that day, Reo believes him, wholeheartedly.

[beatingheart-writingwoes]

Mini Story: The Lake

Description: Bill and Honey try to have a fun date at the lake. Things so south when a strangers starts drowning.

Warnings: Aftermath of drowning, emeto warning, female resus, use on an AED, modern setting

Honey cut through the water effortlessly, dragging a lifeless woman with her. Bill was frozen for a moment, fear gripping him at his core until he heard his wife yell. "BILL! I NEED HELP!"

"Shit!" He waded forward into the water, meeting Honey and the stranger in the middle and helping her drag the unconscious woman to shore. She was pale– too pale– and her shoulder length brown hair stuck to her skin. Once on the shore, the two set her down. Her brown eyes were half-lidded and staring up at nothing.

“Phone?” Honey asked, kneeling as Bill leaned over the woman to check for breathing.

“On the porch.” He replied. “I can’t tell if she’s breathing–”

“Start CPR, I’ll get the phone and AED!” She jumped up to her feet and sprinted towards the cabin.

Bill swallowed thickly as he tugged down the woman’s swim top to expose her chest. He’d never performed CPR on an actual person, but he did make sure to keep certified just in case. He tipped the woman’s head back and pinched her nose closed before sealing his mouth over hers and forcing a breath into her waterlogged lungs. There was resistance, but her chest did rise. He pulled away, her chest fell with a small gurgle. That wasn’t good. He gave her another breath and was met with the same result. He straightened and stacked his hands to the center of her chest. Rolling his shoulders above his hands and keeping his arms straight, he started pushing down and letting up in a steady rhythm. Immediately, there was a horrible gurgling followed by water bubbling up from the poor woman’s nose and mouth. He continued compressions, counting under his breath. Once he hit thirty, he turned her head to the side to let the water flow out and quickly swept his fingers between her teeth in case she vomited anything more than just water before straightening her head and giving her another two breaths.

Two cycles in, and Honey returned, red pack under her arm and phone to her ear, running as quickly as she could. She pulled the phone away and tapped a button, putting in speaker mode. “My husband is doing CPR. We have an AED, we’re going to use it!” She announced the operator. She knelt down across from Bill and started unpacking the AED, setting the phone down. She smoothed back her dark curls from her face, following the instructions from the device. She pulled out the pads and peeled off the film before placing them on the woman’s chest, working around Bill. One went just under her right collar bone and the other lower on her left side just under her left breast. She plugged the connector in and the machine announced it was analyzing. “Bill, baby, don’t touch her.”

He lifted his hands and scooted back to let the machine work.

“Shock advised. Charging,” The machine declared. Honey leaned forward and gave another few chest compressions as the device charged. “Shock ready. Do not touch the patient. Pushed the flashing button now.” The woman then pulled back and pressed the flashing orange button on the machine.

The lifeless woman jerked, chest lifting slightly and arms leaping off of the ground briefly before flopping back onto the grass.

“Shock delivered. Continue with two minutes of CPR.”

Just as Honey started tilting her head back, the other woman suddenly hacked up another mouthful of water and gagged, clawing at the ground. “Oh! Oh God!” She and Bill both quickly turned her onto her side to let her cough up whatever was still left in her.

“What’s happening?” The forgotten 911 operator asked.

“I think she’s breathing!” Bill stated. “Oh my God.”

“The ambulance is about two minutes out. If she has a pulse and is breathing, make sure to roll her into the recovery position.” They informed. The two were already ahead of them, though, as Honey adjusted the wheezing and gasping woman’s arms and legs.

“I think she’s going to be ok?” He said, looking up at his wife, unsure.

Honey returned the unsure look as they both heard sirens approaching.

[swaglet]

How did you make friends?

I'm kinda weird like you and I have aspergers and it's so hard for me to make friends and maintain friendships

UNDER DA CUT BECAUSE I STARTED YAPPING. THIS SHIT IS LONG. BUT I GOT U NONNIE

honestly i'm 100% with u on the "maintaining friendships" struggle... i love my friends sm but maintaining our relationship like hanging out regularly and having average conversations (idek what that means) has never come naturally to me and people worry i don't like them or that i'm ignoring them so i have to let them know that i just go MIA a lot and my favorite thing to do to communicate with people i like is to tell them about my day and then show them things i think are funny that i have on my phone. i always get the "i miss you we need to hang out more :(" from everybody so this summer i've really been working hard on making plans (even if it's just driving down to a cafe or a public beach at a dam and hanging out going for a walk) with my friends every so often and following thru with those plans. ever since i was little i have ALWAYS always struggled sooo hard with the maintenance part i wish i had more advice but honestly the best way i've found to mitigate that is sending them memes and things that make you think of them, and then every so often being like "do you want to go do this thing we like to do when we're both free" and stick with it. it can be completely free like just go drive around and go to walmart and touch the stuff on the shelves and laugh. this is the hardest part for me. i lose so many friends to my lack of maintaining friendships and seeming like i'm completely disinterested when i 100% am not and don't know how to appropriately ask people to hang out or do friend things (like. how often is normal, what activities are normal for friends, etc. but i try not to worry about it and just be myself). if anyone has better advice about this than me feel free to add on

for me i don't struggle as much with making friends as i do with keeping them, i can't tell if it's either me just ending up not clicking with someone after i get to know them better and we don't fit well so i drift away and keep them at acquaintance level, or if i do actually like them and am just kind of inept at remembering how & when to plan hangouts and how & when to communicate with friends in the proper way, but it's probably a mix of both for sure. to make friends i just go about my daily life and do whatever i would normally do, like go to class (which involves a lot of entomology and ecology stuff), go to rehearsal for band and theater and choir, and other stuff that i am passionate about and interested in.

the "DO STUFF YOU ARE PASSIONATE ABOUT AND INTERESTED IN" has been a very important part for me because by just being in a place doing something i'm interested in, there is a high chance that other people who share my interests will also be there. my bug classes are full of people who like to go outside and run around in the grass with bug nets and catch & identify bugs. i actually met one of my best friends rn through my intro entomology & plant systematics classes that i was taking sophomore year and we are still friends to this day and after we both graduate we will both be working on a local restoration project together, because back then we bonded over our passion for natural habitat restoration & educating the public and we figured why not work together on that. most of my other friends come from being in band and choir because we spend a lot of time together (at least 8 hours per week every single day) and when you're in a band with like 30 people you all eventually talk to each other, especially if you're really good at what u play and ppl come to u asking for advice.

idk if this is cringe or not but another thing i do is like, i put little trinkets of things i like onto my bags. just on my lanyard, i have a bunch of things: a drumstick keychain charm, a ferret decal keychain charm, a pikachu figurine keychain charm, another mallet charm specifically for the steel drums i play that my hs director made for all of us. i sometimes have a pokemon card in my phone case and i also have stickers from The Last Of Us inside my phone case as well. and i have a bunch of stickers on my laptop and my water bottle and a bunch of pins and keychains on my bookbag as well of stuff that i like. people will come up to me or be sitting near me and say "hey, i really like that thing too!" or "what is that thing (steel drum mallet) on your keys?" and then it opens an opportunity for a somewhat easy conversation. i do this to people all the time; "hey i saw your butterfly pin on your bag, i think it's really cute! where did you get it?" and sometimes they just aren't interested in talking and that's ok but sometimes other people ARE interested and then you guys talk. one of my current best friends is someone i met in band camp; he was wearing a The Last Of Us shirt, it was his very first week on campus as a new freshman at our meet and greet bonfire, and he unfortunately had his blood sugar drop super low and he got really sick and had to sit down, so i sat down with him and made sure he was ok, and i always carry apple juice in my car and snacks in my bag like peanut butter crackers and gummies and stuff like that so i gave him some and we hung out and talked about his shirt while he sat and waited till he felt better. he also wanted to take his shoes off because he was really hot but didn't want to be weird so i was like "do it bro make yourself comfortabe, i'll take my shoes off with you if it makes you feel better" so then we were just sitting in the grass with our dawgs out. Bonding experience. anyways moral of the story is have things that you're interested in and ppl might ask u about them. i also go up and ask ppl about stuff because i am way too brave. also if someone is drawing i will be like "hey not to bother you but i saw that you were drawing! mind if i sit next to you and draw too or could i see?" this one is harder to execute i will not lie but i like being around other artists

going to college and doing as many activities and joining as many clubs as you can is like a cheat code to make friends. i'm sure it's even easier if you live on campus but i commute so i'm not around people 24/7 like my friends were. i met my bf and all my close friends through band, choir, or theater and we all have just stuck. even if you don't go to college, try to join a local event like a town theater club if you're interested in that or a book club or go to like axe throwing classes or sum shit that interests you, anything you can find in town that meets regularly and is a public thing where anyone can come to and it's about shared interests. i have no idea how to be friends with people if i don't share interests with them so having that common ground to start with is like a necessary step for me Always

i like to go bird watching with my friends a lot or go bug catching with them and we bring some stuff like watermelon and sandwiches and fruit and veggies to have a little picnic while we do. just chill little hangouts like that

Umm i hope this helped. i have never been very shy not even as a kid i've always been really loud and kind of obnoxious and very interested in what other people are doing since i've been very little and i get really bored and weird when i'm alone so sometimes i just go out of my way to talk to random people and over the years i've learned how they'll respond if they don't want to speak to me so i can either keep speaking if they're fine or say bye and walk away if they aren't interested. i kind of just do my own thang and people are charmed by me so they come up to me most of the time. i love to yap so i'll yap to whoever wants to listen and then we become friends. one of the things i do to people who i've recently become friends with is send them silly pictures of birds and be like "look at this weird looking bird picture i found" and if they aren't bothered by that then we can be good friends

another thing is that like, once you make friends with one or two people they will mention you to THEIR friends who also probably like similar things and then you can express interest in meeting them as well and all hanging out together. and then it's like. Free friends!

[darkdevasofdestruction]

I've found a few focs where Mashita from Death Mark is portrayed as a yandere, & your headcanons are among the few that are really sweet & enjoyable. Thank you very much! May I request a Mashita x Reader where it's how they met, their first date, & their first kiss?

Oh, hell yes! I’m super happy that you like my portrayal of Mashita! I’ve been wanting to write a long fic with him for a few years now, and the chances of it happening are big, after how much fun I had, and still have, writing my story with Seiji from Spirit Hunter NG <3

You first met when Yashiki and Mashita went around the park to do their research of the Bee-Killer Shimi-o and they just found you somewhere in the forest, laying down on the grass, peacefully sleeping, for whatever reason.

Yashiki was looking at you weirdly, while Mashita, being in the law enforcement previously and having experience, went by your side and shook you awake - Only to notice, on the side of your neck, the Death Mark burnt into your skin.

So you were a victim too.

As Mashita called out his partner’s name, pointing out the problem, you fluttered your eyes open and looked up at the man touching you.

For a split second, you locked contact, and Satoru couldn’t help but admire those beautiful fawn eyes that even while tired, looking so innocent - And then, when you realised what was going on, you let out a gasp of realisation and leapt out of there, hiding behind a tree, farther away, barely brave enough to peek from behind it.

The two men tried to call out to you to calm down and explain the situation... But how could you believe two mental guys, in the middle of the forest, talking gibberish about ghosts and curses that would kill you?

Instead, you asked them to go back so you could run the hell away from there, but the brunet man let out a phone number and an address on a slip of paper and put it in a tree, telling you to go to him if you lose your memory or see the mark on your neck - And then, he took his friend and went deeper into the forest.

Relieved, you picked up your bag and the slip of paper and got out of there as soon as possible, ordering a pizza and drinking some hot chocolate to calm yourself down from the awful experience you just had.

The first strike was that you forgot the exact address you were staying at, though the muscle memory and inertia brought you to your home without realising.

The next was the next morning when you went to brush your teeth and saw the awful mark... And the third was that you had no idea where you worked or what were you supposed to do during the day.

Much to your anxiety, you went to the address given by that man and it brought you to a pretty basic apartment complex and you rang the bell - Thankfully, the man in cause answered rather quickly, and with a smug half-smile, he let you in and guided you to the living room where he treated you to some coffee and went to sit on the couch opposite of you.

The fourth strike, that was also the most painful, was when he asked you your name and you opened you mouth to answer, but nothing came out. Just blank. You had no idea what your name was.

And you started freaking out internally, while opening your wallet to look at your ID and telling him your name.

He felt pity, realising you’re in a situation as bad as Yashiki, but he also had that cult to investigate, so he was pretty caught up with two problems at once. Still, he showed you his own mark on his wrist and started telling you about the whole gist with the ghosts and curses and what not.

Then, he asked you why you wanted to kill yourself, which left you confused. “I have an herbs glossary. I usually go to that forest because it has a lot of different flowers so I put them in my glossary, draw them and write medical and botany facts about them.” you explained - To which he pointed out that, whilst you forgot a lot of things about yourself, that detail was something that still remained firm in your brain, so you were still doing well.

Without realising, Satoru protected you during the whole investigation and made sure you were doing alright during all of it - But when you had to go purify the ghost, he firmly told you to stay behind so you wouldn’t be hurt, seeing as the memory loss affected you the most out of them.

However, you soon realised that the two forgot the grass root and honey jar in the car so you sprinted out of the car, following the awful vibes that were guiding you, until you reached them and threw the two items at the ghost that was dangerously close and towering over the two.

The ghost was then purified and the two men let out of sigh of relief - Until Mashita went to you and shook you by the shoulders, frowning and reprimanding you for getting out of the car against his orders, and you could have gone hurt, or worse -

“But you forgot the purifying items! You could have died! What would I do without you?!” that explanation stunned the both of you, and immediately, you stepped away from one another, coughing awkwardly and putting the incident at the back of your minds.

When you went by the Kujo Mansion, the two of you were free of the Death Mark and were ready to leave, not wanting to stay any more in that awful place, though cozy, and apologising to Yashiki, Mashita took you out of there and said he would walk you by your home, under the pretext that he’s a man of the law and has to make sure you are safe.

But then he asked you out for a coffee the next day, in the most leisure and nonchalant way there was... So why wouldn’t you accept?

Your first date was as boringly normal as any date could be, just having a nice and hot coffee, a piece of cake, some nice background music, and just chilling - No ghosts, no curses, absolutely nothing that would threaten your livelihood.

And it was the most enjoyable thing in the world.

Tough he’s not a man of many words, he has some pretty interesting things to narrate, and you enjoyed all of them.

Likewise, he felt at ease hearing even the most boring story that you had to tell him, be that some gossip from your workplace or whatever childhood thing you knew growing up.

After a few more incredibly boring but incredibly fun and relaxing dates, and walks through parks that were definitely not haunted, he walked you home and just before you stepped inside your house, he grabbed your face and pulled you into a kiss, leaving you awestruck and wanting for more.

And the more dates you had, the more you got.

He’s a pragmatic, nihilistic and cynical person, and most of all, he loves teasing you, pinching your cheeks, ruffling your hair, giving you looks and what not, but he never means to hurt you.

He’s not the best with words, so he prefers letting his actions explain how he’s feeling - You never felt as safe, appreciated and loved as when you were with Satoru, feeling his arms around your body as he embraced you and kissed the top of your head.

Also, he loves it when he has his arm around you, pulling you to his side, or when you cling to his arm while walking around the city - It really strokes his ego and he feels like he’s really showing you off to the world, because you’re the best.

[tillthelandslide]

To that anon;

Put the phone down, keyboard warrior, you’re not impressing anyone with your unimaginative vitriol. Go touch grass. It will do wonders for your mental health.

To my friend Lou;

I love you. Your readers will cut whomever or whatever to defend you and this incredibly powerful and creative series. We will ride at dawn for you. ❤️

This made me emotional😭 thank you, that really means a lot to me ❤️

I love you too, same for you being described as "incredibly powerful and creative" has me tearing up 😭 I don't deserve you

[whumpy-wyrms]

Hello hi! Just read the newest chapter and I am Insane

I saw the update and I was so excited I nearly dropped my phone, I was almost normal enough to read it when I saw the wing whump tag, the crowd went insane and it ended up taking nearly 15 minutes for me to start actually reading.

I am insane, your writing is so beautiful.

(This is just me reacting to the entire fic I'm sorry (no I'm not), you don't have to respond to this one)

Anton, the wet cat of a man, watching the trees for an hour each day and counting that as touching grass enough.

He deserves immortality, I think he should get it, he can be trusted yes.

Hjshjshsjsgsjhsjshjshj he's being accommodating with the lights and the textures my heart- (we stan the tisms supporting the tisms)

"But hey, it's for science!" My Absolute Beloved, Anton can do whatever he wants to do he deserves it.

When the when the when the when the autistic wet cats of men communication (Anton and Dew talking at any given time)

The flinch going to the table >>>>>>>

THE LYING ON THE FRONT >>>>>>>>>>>> OHOHOHO YES

GLOWING GREEN LIQUID IN A COMICALLY LARGE SYRINGE YESSSSSSSSSSSSDHSHSFFHSDHHSHKDJFHSHDSJJ i am so normal about this i swear

The descriptions are so beautiful and vivid, have I mentioned I love your writing?

The Cloth Gag Yes

I just had to put my phone down for a second at that line woa I'm not usually one for duct tape gags, but this may have changed my mind on that front

When the man is in Pain and the other man is sat Criss-Cross Apple Sauce

He is in pain for weeks oh my with only Anton for company oh my he is going as insane as I am

He is Breaking someone get him a plushie this is beautiful I am handing him a chicken plushie because he is

the wings The Wings THE WINGS THE WINGS THE WINGS THE WINGS THE WINGS THE WINGS THE

YIPPEE YIPPEE YIPPEE YIPPEE YIPPEE YIPPEE YIPPEE

HE IS IN SO MUCH PAIN HE DESERVES A COOKIE

He is Breaking poor guy ohno

""I'm tired of being scared of you,"" I Am On My Knees Good Sir I Didn't Need My Heart Anyways It's Okay

I am holding him so gentle

A lil kiss on the forehead if he's okay with that

Hold lab birb gentle like hamburger

I am giving him a week's paid holiday somewhere maybe just home for a bit (oh wait that's the lab now isn't it :3 )

What's the Anton doin

A COOKIE

YEASSSS

THE BOI GOT ONE YIPPEE

I was going to say give Dew a weighted blanket but I guess he has one already huh

"maybe four weeks? Fuck, that was insane." I'LL TELL YOU WHO ELSE IS INSANE OVER THIS

"keeping Dew from moving an inch away from his captor?"

Damn that line. Someone fetch me my fainting couch. I must be dramatic and think of this line often.

Anton you're not the birb here why are you cooing

"excusing Dew's mention of his old life just this once" Dew should slip up :3 as a treat :333

Anton is but a silly guy. A harmless, silly guy.

He has never done anything wrong ever. I support Anton's rights and wrongs. But he has not done wrongs. He is so. He is a little guy, ur honour. He should be allowed to do whatever he wants in life.

Birb instincts *sounds of wait hold on wait I need a minute wait*

Dew's got wings now yay :3

Also his clone doing his own top surgery is even better.

Have a good 24 hours!!!! I'm going to go try to be a little less insane about this I swear (difficulty impossible)

Also I wrote the live react thing in a word doc and it ended up 661 words long! Sorry for so much!

AHHH KJDFGSJGF TYSM I LOVE GETTING ASKS LIKE THESE!!!

A CHICKEN PLUSHIE FOR DEW OMG im definitely gonna draw that now :))

Anton and Dew are both silly little guys living in our silly minds rent free

us when Anton does Anything: its okay he was just feeling silly :3

anyway i was giggling kicking my feet the whole time reading this,, these asks make me so happy :) its still such a surreal feeling having people react to my writing and ocs this way AHHHAJSKDGAKJ this means So Much to me you don’t understand. thanks so much again for the support it makes me so happy people like my writing and characters!!!!! :)

[bisluthq]

You guys here are so cynical and love a male to make him the victim.

It's clear from several of Taylor's songs that he cheated on her. but you pretend he didn't cheat. and make him look like a poor guy

bestie I imagine you’re one of the people who hate read me back in the day and I know y’all would wind me up and then go complain about it but like genuinely believe literally whatever the fuck you want: Joe was a pathological cheater who fucked anything that moved, he has a tattooed dick and is bisexual, he is good friends with Lucy Dacus, he fucked Aimee Lou Wood and sent pictures of that blonde girl to a GC with a gay guy as one of three people, like idk what else you want to believe lol NONE OF IT MATTERS she’s with Travis now and happy af lol and if you wanna hate Joe and erase Matty or what went down that’s totally fine lol. I would respectfully suggest Kelly Teller’s TT comment section for these types of takes on account of how Joe Alwyn clearly ran over her cat (very rude of him btw).

I beg you - if you don’t like me/my anons’ takes - just go to any page that shares your viewpoint or is adjacent to it. That’s the sensible thing to do.

Like… just stay in the speculative/fandom lane you find fun bestie and if sending me daily anons with your take - and shit maybe you’re right lol like obviously it’s not “clear” to anyone but you like it’s about as clear as LSK is to them but hey lol maybe they’re right too looool - is what you find fun then I would humbly suggest that you put your phone down and urgently go touch grass because that’s weird.

[vquacki]

It's My Fatherly Duties!

It's My Fatherly Duties!

Short DAD Scenarios 

Characters: BONTEN - Rindou Haitani, Ran Haitani, Sanzu Haruchiyo

~ Inui Seishu, Kokonoi Hajime, Izana Kurokawa, 

~ Souya Kawata (Angry), Nahoya Kawata (Smiley)

Warning ⚠︎︎ : Mature content, cussing, MINORS DNI

Note : requested, I added some characters. Hope ya don’t mind! These are pretty short, just little things I put together. Word barf kinda..? Anyways- I hope you enjoy :))

R I N D O U 

His lashes fluttered open when he heard a loud crash coming from the hallway, along with a string of cuss words sounding like his daughter's voice. 

“What the hell was that?” You groaned, not a single word was uttered from your husband when he sprung out of bed, bolting to the bedroom down the corridor.

“Tohru?!” Rindou yelled, flinging open the door. Revealing your teenage daughter fully dressed, half way through her second story window. A facade of pillows under her blanket seeminging meant to be her ‘sleeping body’.

“Oh dad, I-”

“What the hell are you doing” The man was fuming by the ears, pajamas ruffled when he jolted out of his slumber. 

“Is Tohru okay?” You peeked from behind the broad shouldered man. 

“I was just going to get fresh air!” Your daughter lied, making up a somewhat excuse to appease her angered father. 

“Hey Tohru! Hurry up and get down here!” You heard a boy's voice call out, looking over at Rindou’s face to see the man's darkened expression.

“Who the fuck is down there? Is that a boy?!” He growled, stomping his feet over to the glass. Pushing past his daughter to take a look. 

“Oh shit- her dads here. Let’s book it!” The kids whispered, but loud enough for Rindou to make out, hastily running down the dark street. 

“You little shits! Don't you dare come back here!” Rindou growled, slamming the window shut in the process. 

“What! Dad!” Tohru whined, 

“You're so grounded young lady!” Rindou shouted, not caring for the sleeping neighbors beside his shared condo at three in the morning. 

“Rin, she was just having some fun!” You defended, you were also like her when you were her age, trouble makers run in your blood. Actually Rindou couldn't even talk- he was running roppongi at her age.  

“No! She's just too young to be hanging out with boys!” Rindou’s brows joined together as he withered in front of you. 

“But we dated when we were her age-” You deadpanned at him, 

“Grounded! My final answer!” 

R A N  

Ran was coming home from a late night bonten meeting, mouth agape when he saw his daughter’s feet dangling out from her window. 

Fearing the worst he sprinted to the ground below his child, hands outstretched to catch her if she were to misstep. 

“Mitsuri!” His voice boomed,

“Eh? Dad?!” His daughter stuttered, slowly slid out the window, climbing down like she had done this many times prior to this awkward occurrence. 

Toes easily touching the grass with ease, not a scratch upon the females porcelain skin. 

“Ran?” You yawned, cracking the door ajar. It was late, you waking up to your husband's screams outside your house. 

“Mitsuri, what are you doing climbing out your window like a maniac?!” Ran scowled, hands running through his messed up hair. Sweat dripping down his temple from the not so pleasant adrenaline rush. 

“I was just gonna hang out with some friends..” your daughter answered, fingers gripping the edge of her shirt, scarily waiting for her dad’s reaction. 

“At this time of night? .. out your window?”

“Ye-”

“Phone privileges. Give me it.” Ran demanded, palm stretched out. 

“But-” no question she was a tad bit spoiled by her father. You being the bad cop, while your husband played the good cop for his beloved daughter. 

“If you want to go anywhere all you got to do is ask!” Ran plucked the phone from his daughter's hand, a wave of relief washing over him. Secretly thanking whatever being watching over him that it wasn't some sort of gang related subject. 

“This is what you get for spoiling her!” You laughed from the sidelines, hand clutching your stomach.

“This is your fault too ya know!” Ran argued. 

“I’m the one who tries to discipline her! But someone always lets it go!” You emphasized the special somebody. 

“Whatever” Ran sighed, This was a lesson for the usual carefree man, a special lesson he wouldn't forget in the many years to come with his unborn future children. 

S A N Z U 

It was Sanzu’s best day of his life when his daughters were born, the two only being about one year apart. They were spoiled to the core, anything they wanted their money liberl father blessed them with. He thought they were the sweetest things ever, them both being a daddy's girl after all. 

He never would have expected to see both of his daughters outside his humble abode, standing beside two boys, most likely a double date. 

He stared in shock, hands pressed firmly against the glass, teeth gritting. 

“Huh? I tucked them into bed an hour ago” You rubbed your eyes, riding yourself of the sleepiness threatening to drown you. The pink haired only tutted his teeth, swifty twisting the door knob to confront the four children outside. 

“Oh you better run” your oldest daughter whispered, gesturing for the boys to make haste from her deadly father. 

“You better not come back here, unless you want trouble you fuckers!” Sanzu yelled, red in the eyes from anger. Not bothering to chase after the two scoundrels. 

“Dad, mom! What are you guys doing awake?” Your youngest asked, sheer panic in her eyes, watching her insane fathers unpleasant smile. 

“I swear you two will be the death of me” Sanzu uttered, shoving his hands into his pockets. A irked gleen in his orbs as he stared them down. 

“They were just friends dad, stop overreacting” the older daughter said, 

“I- You little shi-” He bit his lip to suppress his anger fueled words, knowing well it would definitely hurt his precious children's feelings. Having regretted it later if he were to say those sinful words. 

“Now now Sanzu, let's head to bed” You wrapped your arms around your lover, dragging him inside the house. 

“You can sort out their punishment tomorrow, after a good night's sleep” , coating him with reassuring words. That day he learned how misjudged he was of his children, even so he still loved them with all his heart.

I Z A N A 

Izana had his feet kicked up, relaxing in his office while he watched the moon. He had a clear view, the street lamps positioned next to the sidewalk, the side of his beautiful house facing his office window. He was enjoying his free time, mind taking over his body while he thought about his life choices. He was in ease until he saw his son's window light up, a long string of rope being tossed out the opening. 

Sitting up from his chair, he rushed over to his clear casement. Throwing his window open, a boy and girl standing beneath his son's window. The two holding the rope still as your child tried to slid down. 

“My my Yuki, where are you off to?” Izana laughed, nerves finally relaxing when he figured out what was going on. Calmly settling into the frame, head leaning on his chin. It wasn't like he had the right to be upset, he did much worse when he was his son's age. Robbing, fighting, killing. You name it, Izana’s done it. 

Sneaking out was nothing compared to what he did, but he wasn't gonna just let his son go. He was more wise now, he knew for a fact he didn't want his son to end up anything like him. Sure, he wanted the boy to have fun, but in a normal kid way. 

“Dad! Um- I”

“You better get your arse back up that window before I drag you around with that rope” Izana smiled, Totally different from the sentence he was portraying. Not forgetting his manners, giving a nonchalant wave to the other two kids. 

“Zana? Who are you talking to?” You asked, placing a cup of tea you had prepared for Izana on his desk. 

“Oh no one doll” Izana answered, closing the window before walking over to you. 

“Let's go to bed, yeah?” He proposed, trailing his hands around your shoulders, guiding you to the door.

“But the tea I made”

“Im tired~” 

Overall the male wouldn't want to talk further about the situation, nor would he discuss it with you. Trivial matters held no place between you both, as long as the child did not dare do it again. 

I N U I 

Inui wiped the sweat dripping from his forehead, the AC wasnt working at the motor shop. Him, draken and yourself were sweating bullets, the hot material around you not helping. You had decided to help the pair around the shop, cleaning what you could. Or helping with cashing every customer out, it would've been an easy task if it wasn't blazing hot. 

Leaving your daughter home alone, obviously thinking she’d stay and do her teenage things. You couldn't be more mistaken, astounded as you watched her fiddle around with a boy across the street at the ice cream parlor. 

“Y/N please don't tell me that Kagura..” Inui’s jaw dropped, the wrench that was once in his clasp dropping to the ground. Startling the concentrating Draken that was crouched over a motorbike. 

“What's wrong Inui? Y/N” Draken twisted his body around, raising a brow when you two just started muttering to each other like two creeps. 

“Is that... a boy” Inui held his chin between his fingers, squinting to get a better view of his kid. 

“You trying to catch flies with your mouth Inui? Close your yap” You whispered, 

“Y/N! She's too young, I feel like I just held her in my arms not too long ago. She can't get married just yet!” Inui argued, he would've been on the verge of tears if he didn't have a reputation to uphold. 

“What? The fuck are you on Inui? She's probably just with a friend!” You patted his back, reassuring the man. 

“Boys and girls can be friends ya’know” you added.

Cueing the two children across the road from you, feeding scoops of ice cream to each other.

“I don't think friends do that..” Inui looked over at you, eyes widening when you swung the motor shop’s door open. Hands coming around your mouth to amplify your words,

“Kagura, is that your boyfriend?” 

“WHAT?” Inui almost fainted, the ledge behind him holding his wobbly frame up right. 

“I didn't know you guys would be here!” Your daughter jogged across the street, leaving the boy sitting by himself. 

“And no! Just a friend” She answered your embarrassing, blushing as she stared down at the ground.,

“I sense some lies” you wiggled playfully at the flustered girl. 

“What! Anyways, Sorry I left the house without telling you” Kagura apologized, 

“Just don't do it again, without my permission..” Inui stated, 

“Especially not with a boy.”

K O K O N O I

Bribing people is his forte, and if they did not obliged? Threatening always did the trick. 

And that's exactly what he did when he saw his descendant out with a male. All was dandy until the boy came running back, babbling about how his girl was the so called ‘love of his life’.

“Hey brat, you got a death wish?” Kokonoi asked, leaning against the door frame. 

“Koko go easy on him, he’s just a kid” You nudged the man, a mischievous grin plastered on the males face. 

“And I kinda think it's cute” You said, a small smile erupting from your daughter that was not so far behind her parents. 

“I approve, kid! I like your romantic drive!” You clapped, 

“Y/N!” Kokonoi pouted, 

“You better not try to bribe him with money again” You threatened, waving a finger at the whiny man. 

“Yeah! I like him too, dad!” Your daughter agreed. 

“You're like twelve, go play chess or something” Kokonoi barked, crossing his arms in disapproval. 

“Dad, I'm sixteen!” 

“That's what I said” 

S O U Y A 

He almost had a panic attack at the sight, having to shield the man from the scene playing out. Your twin daughter saying their goodbyes to their dates, followed by a kiss. You removed your hand when the boys were no longer in view, riding off in their motorcycles. 

“Shira, Nihra” You held Souya up by the shoulder, the light headed male limping towards the worried kids.

“What's wrong with dad?” Nihra questioned, eyeing her ghostly pale father. 

“He's out of it” You giggled, 

“I'm not crazy am i?” He stood tall, letting go of the arm you had draped around him. 

“There was boys-” His voice cracked. 

“You saw that dad?” Shira sweat dropped, watching as her fathers should leave his body. 

“Next time ask before you go out” You smiled, you weren't too strict on the two. They were Souya’s children, earning most of their adorable traits from him. Even his fighting skills. 

“This better not happen again, i'm trusting you” Souya grumbled.

“Sorry pops” The two girls remorsefully sollied the man, both hooking onto one of Souya’s arms as they helped his shell into the house. 

N A H O Y A 

Nahoya was beyond pissed, infamous smile widening. Taking fast steps towards your daughter and her significant other. 

“Look boy, I don't know who you are. But my daughters not up for grabs” Nahoya grinned, cracking his fingers. 

“O-okay sir” the boy was jittering, body trembling from the males intense arua. 

“If I catch ya here again” he used his finger to slash his neck, motioning to the death that would happily greet the boy if they were to ever meet again.

“Yer dead meat kiddo”  Nahoya laughed, watching as the boy ran for his life. 

“Dad, that was really extra!” Your daughter sneered, a pout on her lips. 

“Shut up!, you're grounded rat!” Nahoya shouted. 

“Yeah Nahoya, there was no need to threaten the poor kid. He looked like he was gonna piss himself.” 

“Exactly the effect i wanted”

End Note : as I said this was a word barf T-T, so it’s quite short.

Reblogs & Notes are always appreciated! Take care! ♡︎♡︎

[hotxcheeto]

Lis characters and how they would react if reader gave them silent treatment

━ 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 - Chloe, Rachel, Victoria, Nathan, Kate 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - Cursing, mentions of sadness,

𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙? - Yeah/Nope

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - This was so hard to write omg I need inspiration or to get outside and touch grass lmao

☆ 𝐂𝐡𝐥𝐨𝐞 - Freaks tf out. Like maybe not completely on the outside but baby already has abandonment issues. She's so worried, like literally driving herself insane on what she did. She'll got to Max or her mom and rant on and on because she's scared but she puts up a façade like she's annoyed with it.

But in reality the girl is panicked. The type to text you a bunch but only a few at a time so it doesn't look like she wants to bother you. Chloe tries giving you space, because Max practically forces her but it sucks. She'll make herself sick thinking about it all.

You can't stay mad at her for long because she'll come over and force you to talk to her. She's a very good interrogator. The type to crawl through your window and scare the shit out of you.

☆ 𝐑𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐥 - Doesn't freak out as much as Chloe, but thinks you're messing with her at first. That's until she realizes you're serious and it really hurts her. Like, she doesn't panic like Chloe but she gets super hurt by it. She'll start an argument if need be, she thinks it's really childish and she'll tell you that over and over again.

Rachel can get mean when she wants to, and silent treatments really make her mad. Like, she just gets really pissed off even though you're not giving her the silent treatment for no reason. It takes her a minute to calm down, and realize that. She probably rants to Chloe to help her realize that being mad is not gonna help the situation.

☆ 𝐕𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚 - Like Rachel, Victoria gets really upset and hurt. There are like a millions reasons you could be mad at her, in her mind at least. Did someone say something about her to you? Are you sick of her? Did she say something? Her mind goes a million miles an hour, and she doesn't want to talk to anyone.

Freaks out, constantly tries to ask you what she did, sometimes you answer sometimes you don't. But it's Victoria, it's really hard to stay mad at her when she gives you puppy eyes. But she freaks out, probably ends up going to Nathan who could not give a shit less, but if he sees her really freaked out he'll try to calm her down.

He'll tell her to go to you and calmy ask what she did, or why you're upset. She does, and it works. Nathan the love guru, he absolutely hates when she calls him that.

☆ 𝐍𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 - Tries to act like it doesn't bother him. But it does... oh it really does. He goes through the five stages of grief my guy. He goes to maybe you weren't, to super pissed off fucking yelling at everyone. Then he gets really upset and blows up your phone. Then he probably cries. Jk... maybe.

But, he'll call you before giving up and getting angry. He's the type to punch holes in walls, as much as I hate to admit it. Like, homie gets madddd, but he eventually calms down and goes to you all sad. And you take him in and scold his ass like a disappointed mother. He'll try his best not to do whatever you got mad at him for, that's for sure.

☆ 𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐞 - Why would you ever do that to Kate? Poor baby probably will start crying, freaking out, going to Max and asking what she did. Don't do that to her, you'll break her. I can't even see myself ever doing that to her because she's just so sweet omg. But if by the hell sent chance you did, she gets very sad.

Very hard to stay mad at her. If you even get mad at her.

A/n: Yikes