#the whole unhealthy food thing tho

[lynzishell]

✨Atlas Stephens - Character Sheet✨

TYSM for the tag @onestormeynight This was so fun! 🫶🏻

Personal

Financial: wealthy / moderate / poor / in poverty

Medical: fit / moderate / sickly / disabled / disadvantaged / non applicable

Class or Caste: upper/ middle / working / unsure / other

Education: qualified [computer science degree from Foxbury Institute] / unqualified / studying / other

Criminal Record: yes, for major crimes / yes, for minor crimes / no / has committed crimes, but not caught yet [I mean technically ig, but nothing serious, just some illegal substances at clubs n stuff like that] / yes, but charges were dismissed

Family

Children: had a child or children / has no children [but he's the best uncle there ever was] / wants children

Relationship with Family: close with sibling(s) / not close with sibling(s) / has no siblings/ sibling(s) is deceased

Affiliation: orphaned / adopted / disowned / raised by birth parent / not applicable

Traits and Tendencies

extroverted / introverted / in between

disorganized / organized / in between

close minded / open-minded / in between

calm / anxious / in between

disagreeable / agreeable / in between

cautious/ reckless / in between

patient / impatient / in between

outspoken / reserved / in between

leader / follower / in between

empathetic / vicious bastard / in between

optimistic / pessimistic / in between

traditional / modern / in between

hard-working / lazy / in between

cultured / uncultured / in between / unknown

loyal / disloyal / unknown

faithful / unfaithful / unknown

Beliefs

Faith: monotheist / polytheist / atheist / agnostic

Belief in Ghosts or Spirits: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

Belief in an Afterlife: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

Belief in Reincarnation: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

Belief in Aliens: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

Religious: orthodox / liberal / in between / not religious [let's just say his past destroyed any chance of that]

Philosophical: yes / no

Sexuality and Romantic Inclination

Sexuality: heterosexual / homosexual / bisexual / asexual / pansexual

Sex: sex repulsed / sex neutral / sex favorable / naive and clueless

Romance: romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favorable / naïve and clueless / romance suspicious

Sexually: adventurous / experienced / naive / inexperienced / curious

Potential Sexual Partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all

Potential Romantic Partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all

Abilities

Combat Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

Literacy Skills: excellent/ good / moderate / poor / none

Artistic Skills: excellent / good/ moderate / poor / none

Technical Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor/ none

Habits

Drinking Alcohol: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / alcoholic

Smoking: tried it / trying to quit / quit / never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / Chain-smoker

Recreational Drugs: never / quit / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / addict

Medicinal Drugs: never / no longer needs medication / some medication needed / frequently / to excess

Unhealthy Food: never [he's just really not a fan of sweets and stuff tbh] / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / binge eater

Splurge Spending: never / sometimes / frequently / shopaholic

Gambling: never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / compulsive gambler

I have no idea who to tag cos I haven't been around as much lately and I don't know who's already done this... so yeah... if you wanna do it, then do it and say I tagged you... and then like, tag me back cos I kinda wanna do this for Ash too... so, really, you'd be doing me a favor 😉🤭💖

[queenofcoquette]

eating clean(er)!

prefaces:

i know talking about food can be a sensitive subject, so i want to give some prefaces before we begin:

this is not about weight loss, this is about health. people can be thin but still have a diet that is not beneficial for their health. even tho i’m not overweight, im still striving to eat healtheir for the sake of my health and the health benefits of whole foods. 

 i know it can also be difficult to eat healthy (healthier foods are typically more expensive in the US) and a lot of people don’t have the time to put time into thinking about what they’re going to eat. you don’t need to eat completely farm fresh food, these are simply tips for bettering your current diet.

eating better:

read about nutrition. you can buy or check out books on it or read online, but read about the importance of eating good and what we need in our diets.

find fun recipes. the first step is finding recipes you can make at home. generally, eating at home is cheaper and also a lot healthier. and finding recipes that are fun and new makes eating healthy a lot better :)

make a list of fruits and vegtables you like and dont like- this will help you know what to buy and what to eat more of. this is a great starting point

add more fruits and vegtables to your meals. find new ways to incorporate them into your meals- snack of them- whatever. just strive to eat a fruit and vegtable with every meal.

add more whole foods into your diet. obviously this includes fruits and vegtables, but also things such as poultry, eggs, nuts and beans. fish is also really good for you. find ways to incorporate the nutrients you need.

start with healthier snacks. to put it simply, just swapping out highly unhealthy snacks (such as chips, sweets, etc.) with healthier alternatives (such as fruits) can make a big impact. not only will these healthier options satisfy your hunger better, but you’ll also be provided with the proper energy your body needs.

balance it out! dessert is fun to- so are sweets and milkshakes and ice cream and all of that. eating healthy doesn’t mean getting rid of those foods, it means eating healthy most of the time but letting yourself enjoy a variety of foods.

how to start:

do your own research. the internet is full of misinformation and fear mongering, so before you even begin take time to research things like the effects of canned foods and other ultra-processed ones. you don’t have to be an expert in nutrition, but building a better knowledge of healthy eating and WHY it’s important is crucial to start.

find healthier alternatives. for example, i love fruit snacks and gummies, so not only do i eat less of those, but i tend to go for the healthier versions. changes like this will make healthy eating a lot easier!

start small. maybe just add a fruit or vegtable to two of your meals a day and then all of them. progress always comes from little steps, so find something that works for YOU.

if you’re having trouble balancing out food, or if food is just a general issue for you, then please get help and contact a hotline or service that deals with eating disorders.

conclusion

self-love means nourishing our bodies in order for them to be their healthiest versions. our bodies keep us alive and do so much for us- so in return we need to nourish them with what they need to keep us feeling good. treating our bodies to the nutrients they crave helps us feel more energized, improves our overall health and mood. it gives us a healthy feeling and a glow. hope u enjoyed this post :))))- amy <3

[asuyaka]

Hello there! It's the anon who made the Gojo x affectionate reader request, I have to say I absolutely love your writing, it's so adorable and wholesome!

Anyways, I wanted to make a similar request like the one I previously asked for, but with a different scenario- kinda.

So my prompt is that Reader is like Mitsuri(not female tho, but if you're ok with it maybe make them a bit effeminate? Like the soft boy aesthetic!), they are a 1st grader but have enough strength to beat even the strongest adult in Jujutsu High to the ground like a ragdoll, they're very sweet and affectionate and just precious in general. They are best friends with Gojo and Geto and were sent to deliver the Star Plasma Vessel with the boys since their strength and durability can put them in the same level as a Special Grade student.

Now here is where this whole scenario actually takes place; Reader somehow managed to enter the domain(?) that Suguru and Toji were fighting on, unfortunately they only manage to get to where they are after Toji had already defeated Geto and after seeing their best friend now bloodied and unconscious on the ground, Reader gets very pissed off and make it their personal goal to give Toji some righteous ass whooping for what he did to their friends and Amanai. And after they took care of Toji they took Geto and ran out of the domain before it could collapse on them.

Sorry if that's a long request! I like making my asks as detailed as I can and tend to go overboard, especially if it's about my current hyperfixations. I hope you' have a great day/afternoon/night! Also remember to stay hydrated and take breaks!😁

- Sincerely, 🌈 Anon.

★ - 'm so glad you liked it !! o(*////▽////*)q req's a tiny bit confusin' but 'm think 'm got the general gist of it!! :3

★ - 'm sorry but 'm wasn't exactly sure who the main character was, so 'm decided ta use em both cauze yanno they're right there!! ^_^

☆ - Teen! Satosugu x Male Reader — can be read as platonic or romantic!

♡ - Zuha's a bit silly n doesn't know how t'write fight scenes s'forgive 'im if it isn't suuuper good! ꒰#’ω`#꒱੭

This whole 'merging' with Riko was extremely taxing on you, Suguru, and Satoru, but it's almost over so you three can relax and play Digimon 'till you passed out!

"Uwaaa! I'm so tired..." You mutter, leaning on Suguru's shoulder as your group climbs the stairs leading to Tengen's barrier around Jujutsu High.

Riko beside you huffs. "You can at least pretend not to be!"

"I'm sure [Name] didn't mean anything by it." Kuroi smiles softly as the five of you finally reach the top of the stair way, safely inside Jujutsu High barriers.

You let out a sigh of relief. At first, you weren't entirely sure why you were put on the mission, you're only a first-grade sorcerer while Suguru and Satoru were special grades, but Yaga chalked it up to you being strong enough and your friends needing someone responsible to be with.

The mission took more out of Satoru than anyone else, you and Suguru were heavily aware of that. On Day Two, you stayed up with him the entire night, busying yourself with whatever videos you could find and an unhealthy amount of Sakura Mochi.

You hear Suguru tell Satoru he worked hard, and he did. Harder than the two of you could thanks to his technique. You make a mental note to yourself to treat the two of them to food when the merging is finally complete.

"I never wanna get stuck babysitting a brat again." Satoru rolls his eyes, the blue glow that indicated he was using his Six Eyes dissipating.

You walk up behind him and hug Satoru from behind. "Goob job 'toru!" You make sure not to squeeze too tight, he was tired and you didn't want to make him physically hurt too.

The next thing that happens, hurts.

You feel something— it's sharp — enter your abdomen and exit through Satoru's sternum.

The two of you instinctively look back. You're inside the barrier which is supposed to protect you from any intruders, but obviously from the blood that's piling up your throat, it didn't.

Satoru uses a small version of Blue and Suguru uses a curse. It hurt, obviously. You couldn't use your technique to nullify it because it wouldn't do it's job of hurting the man behind you, so you let it pass.

You breathe to calm yourself and analyze your situation. Your eye is bruised, not blind but there is blood obscuring your vision. You definitely have internal bleeding, but it missed vital spots so you can suck it up and deal with it.

Satoru and Suguru are talking about something, but you're worried about Riko and Kuroi— some could argue that you should be worried about the hole in your stomach but your injuries come later, Riko and Kuroi need to be safe.

"Suguru, [Name], get them to Tengen-sama."

Suguru tenses, gazing between you three before nodding. "Be careful!"

You get up, internal bleeding be dammed, grabbing Riko's arm and running the other way with Suguru.

The bleeding of your eye gets worse with every step and you have to keep running despite coughing up blood more times than is healthy. Suguru looks back at you, worried, but you assure him you're okay.

You can't let Satoru down. You can't let Suguru down, so you force your body to deal with it— force your body to use RCT, something you know like the back of your hand due to your technique.

The four of you reach the elevator that leads to where Tengen stays. Suguru makes sure You, Kuroi, and Riko enter in first before pressing the button for the lowest floor.

"H-here!" Kuroi hands you a handkerchief to clean the blood off your hands. You mumble out a small "thanks" using it to wipe your face as well.

You're strong, you know that. Being a first grade while in the second year is an amazing feat, but fuck you were scared.

You're able to go through Satoru's Infinity just fine, but that's because of your technique. That man, whoever he was, shouldn't be. "Satoru's going to be fine, don't worry," Suguru says as if he can hear your thoughts, patting your arm for reassurance.

If Suguru says everything is going to be okay, then everything is going to be okay. You remind yourself to focus, focus, focus— because after this, you two will go help Satoru, and everyone will be fine.

The elevator stops and the four of you get out. You're beside Suguru and Riko and Kuroi trail behind you. All of a sudden, Kuroi stops.

She's crying and you can feel your heart breaking. This 'merging' thing was fucked up from the get-go. No kid should have to always have in the back of their mind that they're going to die, and there's nothing they can do to stop it.

"Suguru..." You mumble softly. You shouldn't be seeing this— it's private, meant to be between them. Suguru nods. He understands, he knows what's happening is messed up and he's going to do something about it, who cares what Tengen needs?

The walk is silent, unnervingly so but you're about to kill a kid. The thought makes your stomach churn but you do nothing about it. You're strong, you can deal with it.

"Suguru, I'm staying back." You say, hands pressed into a fist and your head hung low. You can't stomach the thought of willingly killing a kid— you won't forgive yourself even though you know you can't do anything about it.

Suguru doesn't say anything, he doesn't need to. You were put on the mission last minute, and he knows how empathetic you are.

You watch them make their way to Tengen's territory and you feel sick. You feel sick to your stomach, hunching down and forcing yourself to calm down.

"focus, focus, focus." You say like a mantra to yourself, even though you're scared. You know how to focus if the situation is right, but you just feel nauseous.

You hear steps walking closer and your heart jumps. It's Satoru! Satoru did it and now he's coming back to show that he's a part of the strongest duo in the Jujutsu world.

"Damn. Didn't know they had security here."

Your eyes widen. That voice doesn't sound like Satoru, and it doesn't look a thing like him. It's that man, the same one that went through Satoru's Infinity.

You can see him clearly now thanks to the yellow fluorescent lights on the sides of the wall.

He's more muscular than you you can tell that easily. His hair is flat against his head with eyes that don't have any form of empathy in them, and with a scar on his lip.

You aren't scared, surprisingly, you're angry— fucking livid.

He killed Kuroi, a woman who was so nice, so grateful for the things she'd had in life, a woman who didn't deserve to die. He killed Satoru— he killed the people you care about.

You don't ask questions, you don't stare with your mouth open like a moron, you start fighting.

You're struggling to keep your emotions in check even though the first and basic rule of Jujutsu Sorcery is to not let your emotions get in the way.

The man, whoever he is, grabs your wrist, hastily pocketing his gun and grabbing a knife, stabbing it straight through your sternum and dragging it down to your hip line.

He takes it out, your blood staining his forearm. He switches the way he's handling it and stabs you through your throat.

Your vocal cords and blood vessels are in pain, but you can't yell, can't scream, can't do anything. Your body face-first falls limp on the floor, pushing the knife deeper into your throat to the point it comes out the back of your neck.

He stomps on your head for good measure, grabbing his gun and walking towards where Geto and Riko are.

You feel your heart slowing down as your blood leaks to your fingers. You're dead, you're dead if you don't do something—anything. Your eyes close and blood leaks out of your mouth. You're done for.

The sound of rubble falling wakes you up, your hand twitching before you lug yourself up, the front of your uniform stained with your blood as the energy from your subconscious RCT flares off your body.

You pull the knife from your throat. It stings, obviously, but you don't care about that.

You know for a fact now that Satoru, Kuroi, and Riko are dead. With every step, you hear more crashing and buildings getting destroyed.

Your eyes scan the area. You can feel the output from one of Suguru's stronger curses, it's faint, most likely due to distance, but it's definitely there.

Jumping from the platform, you hastily make your way to where the energy was coming from.

You're there— so close until the building fucking collapses.

Your heart drops when all the dust and smoke clears. Suguru is lying down— is he dead? Oh Suguru, please don't be dead — an 'X' on his torso his eyes are closed and that same fucking man is standing in front of him.

"Shit kid, just can't stay dead can you?" His grin pisses you off. It's full of teeth as his scar grows wider.

He notices your expression, holding back a snicker. It looks just like the curse-eater's when he realized Gojo died. "Might wanna close your mouth, you'll catch a flyhead in there." He snickers, putting the blade he had back into his cursed spirit and getting a smaller weapon with two blades on it.

You grab a weapon out of your back pocket. Your technique barely helps in hand-to-hand combat so you're used to carrying a weapon on you that you're used to using. Why you didn't use it the first time, you aren't sure yourself.

It's a decent-sized blade Yaga had made with the technique of a retired sorcerer. Hammerspace or something, you don't really care. All you need now is that man dead.

You throw the knife at him for a distraction. He deflects it, like you expected. You ducked behind him, your hands curled up into a fist as your hand connected with the blade of his sword.

You had to make this quick so you can tend to Suguru.

Not giving him any time to land on his feet, you grab your blade from the air switching the grip into a reverse hammer and brute-forcing your way through his hand.

The blood splatters on your cheek, grabbing the blade out and using your other arm to hit him from the side.

You take a second to breathe. His arm has a hole in it and he's breathing heavily. That cocky grin finally wiped from his face.

Every single bone in your body was telling you to kill him, to put an end to him right then and there for killing people who didn't deserve it— for killing teenagers.

But then you remember Suguru. Suguru who's lying on the floor somewhere, most likely bleeding out. That is what pulls you out of your anger-infused trance, turning your back to the man and rushing for Suguru.

He doesn't try and kill you, thankfully, but you notice Riko's body is gone.

Pushing all that to the back of your mind, Riko's dead body, her lifeless face— her life that was cut too short because she was born as a vessel, you find Suguru.

His breathing is there, very faint, but it's there. Immediately starting RCT on his body as tears brim your eyes. You're crying now, crying over all the things you should've cried about before but were too busy trying to keep yourself alive— not that you could die anyway, you do RCT subconciously.

"Suguru... Suguru, please open your eyes," Your voice wavers as his uniform gets damp with your tears.

You keep RCT going, pressing your ear where Suguru's heart is as his blood stains your face. You cry over the death of Satoru, you cry that you weren't able to save Kuroi or Riko, you cry about how you couldn't kill the man that would've killed most of the people you knew— most of the people you care about.

"[N-Name]...?"

Suguru's voice sounds so weak. It sounds horse, like he's dehydrated, but it's there— God, Suguru's alive.

"'m sorry- was too weak- 'm so sorry S'gu!" You wail as the tears fall harder, your decently muscular arms wrapped around his torso as you wait for him to berate you, to yell at you for not killing that man when you had the chance.

"[Name]— It's okay, I just... fuck, okay, listen, it wasn't your fault, alright? He had a heavenly pact and from what I can see, you at least caused him to bleed." Suguru's hand wipes the blood on your cheek, his thumb presses against the grass to get the blood from that monkey off him.

"I'll check on Satoru, so wait here, okay?"

You don't have the heart to say no to him. You're too weak, too mentally fatigued to stand up and see the corpse of someone else you loved, someone else you cherished.

So you watch Suguru leave, accompanied by wet sniffles and dry wails, you curl in on yourself and wait obediently for someone to come get you.

You don't know if you're hallucinating, but you swear you see a patch of dark blue hair, blood leaking from Riko's the person's head before you pass out.

[letmeapologise]

trent fic where he comes home after losing a game and he's upset but his gf tries to take care of him even tho she had a bad day and he keeps asking if she's okay but she denies it but then when he hears her crying because another thing went wrong he comforts her and he's like "just because im having a bad day doesn't mean you cant have a bad day baby" AHHHH and he takes care of her for the rest of the day and he makes her take the day off tmrw so they can go out and she can feel better 😞❤️

❝ 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 ❞

.ೃ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 ! 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 ✰ ´ˎ˗

⋆ ｡ ˚ ⋆ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ⌇ 𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫. 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 ੈ✩‧₊˚

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ⌇ 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫-𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡♡˚

ೄྀ࿐ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 ⌇ 𝟏.𝟑𝐤 !

↳ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ೃ⁀➷ 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 ! 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐧𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐨𝐧 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭. 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐬 !

TRENT RAN A HAND ACROSS HIS FACE DISAPPOINTEDLY, facing the floor while he was hunched over on the sofa, the soft background noise of the television keeping him company whilst you were preparing him a snack in the kitchen. He would usually help you do so, it was his food you were making after all, and it would be simply rude to reject your kindness like that — but right now he didn’t have the energy to do so, if not anything at all. You came in a few minutes later with a large tray, plates ringing against it whilst you walked slowly to avoid the glass balanced on it spilling out. Then you sat the tray on the footstool in front of him; an assortment of snacks – healthy enough to be given the ‘okay’ by Klopp and his dietary monitoring staff, but nice enough to give him a small boost of energy.

He smiled softly up at you, then looked back down, deadpanning at the two plates of his favourite snacks splayed out in front him, a drink to the side of them. You pursed your lips, looked him up and down, and then sat next to him – running a comforting hand along his arm – watching as he drew his eyes over the food debatably. “Please eat, baby,” you whispered, kissing his cheek before withdrawing yourself and going back to the kitchen. You paused at the door, poking your head out. “There’s more in here if you want it,” you added, then left the room, sighing.

You closed the door behind you, shaking your head and then resting it on top of your hands, facepalming onto the counter. Trent had lost a game, which is never a good day because his stubborn competitiveness doesn’t let him see through the ways he could improve for next time. It was unhealthy, and you had tried to tell him time and time again, he was probably racing through his mind on every single little mistake he had made, staring at the food you had prepared with unease.

Today, you just couldn’t. You had come back home from your first day at your new job, eyes eagerly busy on watching Trent’s game from your phone, and they had decided to spring a whole department meeting on you. To say you weren’t fully stressed would be a lie, it was your first day and you had already had enough of it. You doubted Trent would want to know about it either, he had already had a bad day of his own, and you didn’t want to pile negatives on top of him.

Your eyes watered, tears gathering near the rim that trickled down onto your cheeks. You looked down, hands clasped together as you sniffled, then covered your mouth and nose with cupped hands to hide the sound of your bunged up nose and soft sobs. The tears were now shedding down your cheeks, and you just stared dumbly at the kitchen counter, allowing it to happen.

Then you heard footsteps behind you, Trent. You glared behind you quickly to make sure it was him, then whipped your head back to face the counter, rubbing your face dry with the sleeves of your jumper. He turned you around by your shoulders as you looked up at him with reddened eyes, the sleeve of your hoodie now wet. Trent was looking down at you, a glint of concern in his eye and a frown; looking your face up and down.

He held your jaw in his hand, rubbing a lone tear away under your eye with his thumb. “You okay?” he mumbled, your face still resting on his palm. You nodded, looking down. “Fine, baby. Go back ‘n’ rest in the living room,” you softly chuckled, sniffling up your remaining tears, smiling politely at him in a bid to hide your emotions as if he hadn’t heard you crying from the other room. He moved his hands from your jaw to the small of your back, hugging you tightly until you gave in and slunk your arms around his.

Trent rubbed comforting circles into your back, and you could hear him softly breathing, the remnants of your crying no longer visible – or audible for that matter. “Didn’t wanna make your day worse,” you murmured into his chest. He pulled off of you momentarily, his brows knitted together. "Just because I’m having a bad day doesn't mean you can't have a bad day baby,” you just looked away, thinning your lips and shaking your head. “Come sit down,” he looked at you with soft but pleading eyes, tilting his head at you like a curious puppy, his bottom lip tucked in.

You simply nodded at him, brushing your hoodie off and checking the sleeves, the cold wet had substance leaked onto them tickling into your skin, and you rolled it up. Trent watched you from the doorframe, hand outstretched which you placed in yours, allowing him to lead you back into the living room. You were pleased to find the array of food you had left out for him gone, the only remainders being the wrappers or packaging it came in. Once you sat down, you leaned back onto the sofa, pillow held between your grasp and Trent’s hand on your leg. He looked at you, whilst you looked down onto the ground, your feet swaying back and forth.

“You know you can tell me anything,” you nodded, biting your lip and exhaling deeply before turning to look at him. “It’s nothing serious.” He raised his eyebrows at you. You bit your lip. “I had to do a massive board meeting on my first day, no one told me about it ‘n’ I wasn’t prepared,” you shrugged. “Just thought it was a bit unfair,” you reassured yourself, Trent narrowed his eyes, shuffling further against you and pulled you into another hug. “Do you want me to say something to them?” he whispered, you shook your head, waving your hands in his face and scoffing

“That’ll give me a bad look,” you shook your head, grinning at him teasingly. “What are you gonna say anyway? ‘Don’t be rude to my girlfriend or I’ll beat you up’?” you raised your brows at him, the corners of his eyes wrinkling up as he scoffed at you jokingly, turning away and rolling his eyes. “Are you sure?” you rolled your eyes back at him, nodding. “You’ve already made me smile, I’m fine–” he looked at you, leaning forward with an unimpressed expression. “--seriously,” you added, your breath hitching at his longing gaze. You grinned to yourself, looking away. “Come ‘n’ kiss me then,” you smiled, eyes poised on his lips and then up at his eyes as you pressed yourself up against him, capturing eachother’s lips in a short but comforting kiss. 

You shifted back up off of him, then laughed, huffing to yourself. He frowned at you, his hands dangling by his side, reaching out for your touch. “What?” he pouted at you. “Am I not a good kisser?” you wiped the corner of your lip, chuckling and shaking your head, then pulled your phone out of your pocket, showing him his reflection through the camera. Trent looked at himself, then leaned further into himself to get a further look; your lipstick smudged against his lips. He scoffed, licking his lips and then over at you. “You suit it,” you commented, smirking slyly at him. 

He shoved you away from him, laughing as he did so. “Shut up,” he murmured. “Take the day off tomorrow?” he eyed you, the corners of his lips lifting ever so slightly. You tilted your head at him, smiling coyly, knowing it was just an excuse to spend more time with you. “I’ll take that as a yes then.” How could you ever say no?

୨୧ @𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐬𝐞. 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞, 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 ୨୧

[zvmz]

A few Cerise Hood HCs <3

okay so obviously- shes tall. like 5'11

ramona is 6 foot, tho. she constantly brags about being taller

once every few months, her whole family rents an air bnb in the middle of nowhere. they all go meet there and spend a few days together where no one can see. they do a full week twice a year

cerise is very ticklish, and her mom is a tickler

nobody in school knows shes ticklish because her friends are very respectful of her personal space, since cerise is uncomfortable with physical contact, and everyone else is too scared to touch her, much less tickle her

MUSCLES!!!! LOTS OF THEM!!!!!!!

she has a very unhealthy obsession with hot chips

and she will put an absolutely insane amount of hot sauce on her food. she used to use only a normal amount of hot sauce on her food, but has been slowly increasing the amount just to mess with raven, who has zero spice tolerance

always asks raven if she wants a taki when she buys a bag. again, just to mess with her

loves film bro movies. yk like christopher nolan, quentin tarentino, martin scorsese type stuff

is starting to get genuinely concerned as to why cedar hasnt picked up on her being half-wolf. i mean they LIVE TOGETHER

the truth is every time cerise slips up and does something um wolf-like, cedars like hmm interesting i guess thats just a human thing i didnt know about and forgets about it

sparrow considered cerise his cool cousin. cerise considers him her annoying cousin

used to sneak liquor with sparrow at family reunions (hood side only obviously)

does finger guns way too much

she has on multiple occasions used her cloak to pretend shes batman while singing "something in the way" in a raspy voice

knows so much gossip bc shes so quiet and in the shadows that people forget shes there and talk right in front of her

has a habit of biting her nails

went through a fnaf phase when she was 10-11

has had the same pair of ratty, falling apart converse for years now and refuses to buy new ones

running with carmine through the forest is like therapy to her. any time shes stressed she'll go for a run to take her mind off things

sometimes she'll decide to take a quick nap with carmine, but she has a habit of just falling asleep for hours in the forest

sometimes she would accidentally sleep out way past curfew and have to sneak in to her dorm

cedar taught her how to paint (i think theres actually a frame in the series showing cerise painting a wolf)

cerise doesnt paint often, but occasionally when cedar is painting, she'll come sit next to her and do her own thing

cerises dad loves rock music. he was definitely a "what band is this?" dad. music is one of the things they bond over the most

he gave her a diskman for her last birthday and has bought her a cd every time they've visited each other since then

she talks and moves around alot in her sleep

its scared the crap out of cedar on several occasions

will bite you if you steal her food

has bit ramona for stealing her food

has been bit by ramona for stealing her food

is always uncomfortable around the rich royals, but has always felt somewhat at ease around ashlynn for some reason, she has no idea why

cupid knows cerises secret, of course she knows how to spot a werewolf

she has very fast reflexes

when the students had their year book pictures taken, the photographer refused to take cerises picture unless she took her hood off. cerise argued with him for a while before she finally just walked out

she tried explaining the situation to headmaster grimm but he just told her that if she wants to be in the yearbook, she has to follow the photographers rules

the truth is grimm was getting suspicious about the hood and wanted to see what was up. he paid the photographer to try to get her to take the hood off

anyways now hes even more suspicious

eventually, once a good amount of students join the rebellion, cerise reveals her secret

once she finally looses the hood, she decides to get a haircut. she gets a wolf cut, of course

a few months after her secret is revealed, its as if her personality did a complete 180. she becomes much more confident. louder. happier.

[writingforatwistedworld]

Ahem ahem Feel free to delete if it's forbidden to do this. I swear making you add a rule against this isn't my aim imma just a tinny bit worry that I won't have the chance to ask a continuation for this ask before a long time. But I understand if you don't want this to set a precedent. I wish to continue the player is a Disney princess ask but with different boys this time.

Could I ask how would Malleus/Kalim/Azul react to a player that is the definition of a Disney princess ? Animals flocks to them, they sing and dance, they're sickeningly sweet, pure and naive, and to top it off they're Neige level of beautiful and charming. The whole Disney protagonist™ package, of which everyone know that they should be in RSA.

Self-aware au

I do not take any responsibility for you reading this no matter which age group you are from

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, kidnapping, manipulation, religion, unhealthy relationship, hints at war, poison, overall just toxic relationships

Azul Ashengrotto/Kalim Al-Asim/Malleus Draconia-Player is the definition of a Disney princess

First of all, it's bad for his business

Imagine, all kinds of animals in a place that serves food (and I am not talking about beast men)

Not exactly hygienic...

But outside of that?

Sign him up!

You are just so easy to *cough* manipulate *cough* protect

You really are the ideal target for his manipulation

And worst of all?

He doesn’t even realize what he is doing

The second you seem to distance yourself he a internally panicking and asking you “if his company is so unbearable”

And thanks to you being so naive you don't snap at him but rather think that he is nothing else but hurt

Yeah, he is hurt... you “monster”

And don't even get me started about how things go once he witnesses the encouraging side of every single typical “goody two shoes Disney protagonist”

Oh boy, you are stuck

And if he can't manipulate because this has gone on for so long that this has become normal for you and you don't even realize it anymore that something is wrong?

Well it seems like he needs to roll up his sleeves and get to work like the sea witch did

Tho is a world with Alchemy and you can't tell me the judges over there don't have regularly cases in which a family sued someone because their member is the victim of a love potion

I would like to say that we now have two cinnamon rolls but no, we only have one

And it's not the one who is rich... I can already see the luxurious imprisonment...

Ok but there you are, putting some animal which was just walking in the parade he just held (Jamil is about to cry because of the work in that corner over there)

That was when it was even more over for you

Of course everyone knew that the kind Overseer was going to their school but actually meeting them was another thing

But there you are, right under his nose

Oh dear Overseer, how radiant you are!

It is as if he is someone lost in the desert and you are the Oasis he is seeing in the horizon

Yeah, he whipped for you

But that also means you need protection!

As much as wholesome Kalim usual is, he has experienced attempted assassination even from his closest family members so... at least we can somewhat see where he is coming from

Suddenly Jamil isn't only preparing food for the heir of the Scalding Sands but also for someone who is considered holy in some places

(Believe me when I tell you, his hands were shaking when he was putting the salt into the food)

And whoopsy, seems like he has prepared a room too much, do you want to stay

Yeah... you aren't leaving that room is all I can say

But hey, you are probably one of the safest people in their world... at least until the Valley of Thorns hears of this...

Are you seriously asking? Of course this would end in a tragedy (at least for you)

Ok, what do we have? Oh? A dragon and oh? Literally Aurora 2.0??!

Ok so, the first time you two met he would have probably thought that you are Silvers sibling or something by that by seeing that the whole forest is following you

But nah, he is literally in a religion that is about you so that was until you turned around and he saw your face

Cue one of the few times his chin hit the floor

He probably also accidentally slipped out his tail

But ok, you just made the literally fifth most powerful person in this world "a bit too interested" in you, so what?

I'm telling you “so what”, you, my dear friend, are about to be treated in a very luxurious manner

In other words, one kingdom, one room, a ton of followers who are capable of living very long

Nope, no way out, only one way in

But of course you wouldn't just run away from those hopeful eyes, staring with excitement up to you without blinking

Even if you had enough one day and couldn't take it anymore you wouldn't be able to escape

Malleus made sure himself that you can't escape him no matter what

You know that voiceline which says “easier than spinning threat”? He about to repeat what his ancestor did

At least his tail is nice to pet... cool and smooth

But yeah, prepare to sleep a looooong time

[eboshishusbandwinkwink]

Stranger things young adults reacting...

... to their lover having an eating disorder (Pt. 2)

!!! Minors DNI !!!

Tw: mention of eating disorder, talk about bullying and insecurities, unhealthy habits

Also, nsfw warning for Argyle bc he gonna show ya some sweet loving. Tho I'm not gonna write down all of it.

Characters: Robin Buckley, Billy Hargrove, Chrissy Cunningham, Argyle (he could be read as trans reader tbh)

Pt. 1:

A/n: I'm calling Max mom Mrs Mayfield bc I legit forgot her name so... ignore that

@jolinghkf Robin up first just for you, my friend. I hope you enjoy it.

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Robin Buckley

• As we Germans say "Schock schwere Not."

• She's not upset, but boy she's worried

• You're crying? She'll hug you, care gor you, tell you you're beautiful again and again and again and- fifty years later - again and again. Until you get it :<

• Makes sure you eat at least enough to get through the day once she finds out

"Are you excited?", Robin asked as she looked at you with a wide grin. The clip in her hair held the bangs she had out of her face, which showed you all of her face.

The jeans she wore fit perfectly with her white shirt, and it looked wonderful on her. It made you want to kiss her right then and there, but you couldn't. Not yet.

"I am excited." You smiled and walked onwards. You were on the way to a restaurant for a little date "between friends". That was at least what you'd both told your parents.

You were pretty excited for the date, but on the other hand, you had gained a lot of weight lately, which made you anxious. So much so that it made your stomach hurt. But you ignored it, which turned out to be a bad mistake.

The two of you walked into the crowded restaurant and sat down at the table you asked for. Once a waiter came, you two ordered your food.

And then Robin smiled as she leaned forward. "I have to tell you something. I wanted to earlier, but I forgot and kinda just remembered."

You raised a brow before smiling lightly. "Let's hear it, princess."

She was quiet for a moment but ignored the nickname with a slight blush before she leaned back.

"So... Steve talked to me earlier. Kept on talking about how hot he found Eddie and stuff..." She started, explaining the whole story to you.

Near the end, your food had already arrived.

"And Eddie heard all of it, right?", she said after explaining everything Steve had told her. "And so.... Eddie stands at the counter, smirks and.... you won't believe what he said."

You took a sip of your drink. "What did he say?"

She smiled and covered her face. "Why don't you join me for the movies I'm about to get then?"

She looked up at you with a smile. "(Y/n), they're having a date tonight! Eddie and Steve are probably fucking in Eddies trailer right now."

You couldn't help but laugh at this. You knew the two liked eachother, but this was a turn of events that you really hadn't expected. "No way."

She nodded quickly before the two of you finally started eating. "I felt like I was in some kind of movie."

You smiled and sighed softly. You really loved Robin, which made you force yourself to eat the food in front of you so nothing would be wasted.

Once you were done, you'd started feeling dizzy. Not because you had physical problems, really, it was more that you were mentally so drained from eating all this that it made you physically hurt.

"Are you okay?", Robin asked you and reached for your hand, but you stood up before she could take it and smiled. "Yeah! I'll be right back, okay?"

You didn't wait for an answer as you ran to the restaurants bathroom. You got into one of the cabins and locked it just to break down in tears. The twinge in your stomach made you feel like you wanted to throw up.

You tried to fight it. You really did. The urge to force it out. But it was too big. You just jad to get this calorie bomb out of you.

And you did. Once all of it was out, you hung over the toilet, tears staining your face and body trembling like it hadn't in a long time.

You froze when Robins voice sounded through the door after she had knocked on it. "(Y/n)? Are you in there? Is everything okay?"

You cleared your throat before replying as calmly as possible. "Yea! I'm fine. Just feeling a little weird."

Robin hummed softly. "Alright. Think you can come out? We can go home if you want."

You felt your stomach twist with guilt. "O-Oh.... Well.... Yeah go back to out place. I'll.... I'll be there."

"(Y/n)? What's wrong? You sound like you cried.", she now mumbled softly and it made you feel even worse.

"I didn't." You simply said before you stood up, flushed, and got out. You were lying, and you knew she knew when you stepped out and looked at her face.

"Home?" She asked with a soft smile and held out her hand. You took it and nodded. Of course, you paid first, but once that was done, you made your way home.

Robin took you to her place and went to sit you down in her living room. She then crouched in front of you. "What happened?"

For a moment, you hesitated, but then you sighed softly. "I uh... had to throw up."

She gasped softly. "Seriously? Why? Was there something you didn't like or couldn't handle?"

You shook your head softly before chewing on the inside of your cheek. You felt yourself tearing up again, to which Robin basically jumped to hug you tightly.

"It's okay, please just tell me what's going on." She whispered to you, and you basically melted into her arms.

"I... I'm so sorry. I just... I've been gaining so much weight lately and... and it- it hurts me. It hurts me so much.", you cried out softly before sobbing into her shoulder.

Robin was silent and just held you as you told her more and more. When you were done with speaking, she pulled back and gave you a light smile.

"You're beautiful. No matter if you gained weight or not. Actually... I'm proud you got to gain weight. I know you don't like it. But it doesn't change that you're so very gorgeous."

You were quiet as she talked. You wanted to believe her, but... "But what if... I get fat and you'll hate me?"

Robin looked shocked at your question. "Don't you ever think that again. You're so beautiful. I don't only love you because you're hot."

She chuckled. "I mean, you are. But that's not the only reason. You're kind, caring, loving, protective and smart. Do I have to keep going?"

You shook your head as you gave a light smile.

"Good. Because even if you gain weight, I will still love you nonetheless. Got it?"

You nodded softly as you wiped your eyes. "I love you, Robin."

"I love you too, (Y/n)."

Billy Hargrove

• Oh lord he mad

• don't get me wrong, he's not mad at you

• He's mad at the mf always making comments about your weight aHeUgM Neil AAHEM-

You smiled as you stood in front of the door to Billys house, bag around your shoulder. It was packed with things you'd need for the weekend at Billys place.

You looked forward to it for days now. What you didn't look forward to was Neil's horrible comments about you and your body. They were annoying and disgusting, but you were more than ready to endure them for Billys sake.

You rang the bell, the door opening mere seconds later as Mrs. Mayfield opened the door for you. "Hey, (Y/n)! How are you doing?"

Your smile widened as you stepped inside once she let you. Once you took off your shoes, you finally replied. "I'm doing very good, thank you! How are you?"

She chuckled and closed the door. "I'm also very good, thank you."

You nodded softly and walked up to the living room where Max and Neil sat. You waved at them happily. "Hello!"

Max waved right back with a smile while Neil just eyed you up and down before scoffing. "You gained weight."

Your mood sank almost immediately, but God forbid you'd show them that. "I know, sir. I haven't been able to do my sports lately."

Before the conversation could go downhill, Max spoke up. "Billy is in his room."

You nodded softly and went to go to his room. Music blasted from inside, which made you smile as you knocked on the door loudly.

The music was turned down before Billys voice sounded through the door. "What?" You opened the door and peeked inside before wahing lightly. "Hi."

He visibly relaxed before turning to you fully. "Hello. Come in."

You nodded and got into the room before closing the door and putting your back aside, just to run up to your boyfriend and jump into his arms.

He hugged you tightly and properly pulled you up so he could hold you close. You leaned back lightly to look at his face with a happy face. "Hey, baby. How are you?"

"Good." He mumbled softly. "And you?"

"Amazing! I'm so excited about our weekend together." You leaned your head on his while you spoke. "So absolutely excited."

He nodded softly and sat down with you still in his arms. Without really realizing, you pushed yourself off his lap with your knees, but the moment he noticed that, he pushed you back down.

"The fuck was that?", he asked as he looked at you. You stared back at him with quite the bit of confusion. "What was what?"

"Why the hell did you push yourself up? You wanna get off?"

You immediately shook your head. "No! No. Absolutely not. I just... I don't know." You thought for a moment. "I guess it was because I reel heavy lately?"

"Heavy?" He looked at you before laughing wholeheartedly. "You and heavy? (Y/n), I can lift you with one arm. If you're heavy, then what am I? A Boulder? A skyscraper, perhaps?"

You couldn't help but laugh at his comments, considering that they sounded so illogical. "No?"

"Exactly. So don't say that shit again. Who even told you that?"

You sighed softly and leaned on him a bit. "Dunno. Maybe your dad's comments did get to me more than I thought they would."

You could feel his hands grip onto your hips tightly as if he wanted to push you off and storm out. But he didn't. Instead, he took a deep breath and scoffed. "Of course it's him. It's always fucking him."

You kissed his head softly before moving down to peck his nose and then his lips. "It's okay, really. It'll go away again."

The two of you kept talking, having a few playful wrestle sessions in between (no, seriously, you two were literally wrestling) and even chased each other here and there as a joke.

That was until Mrs. Mayfield called everyone out for dinner.

You happily went to the living room, and Billy followed close behind you. The two of you sat together, and once dinner began, so did the talking.

You ate quietly as plans for the next few days were made. Of course, you also spoke up now and then if you were involved or if you were asked, but you did prefer to stay quiet.

After a while, you finished your food and decided to get yourself some more of it since it really just was so good. Before you could even get anything on your plate, a simple comment made you feel your stomach drop all over again.

"Don't you think you've eaten enough?"

You turned to smile at Neil lightly. "I'm still hungry though."

You could see Billy ready to throw his plate against Neil's head, but before anyone could react another shot came you way.

"So you don't kind becoming fat?"

That was it. Your Damm broke. All the hard work to not let his words affect you, have failed.

And you cried. You cried like a little girl that fell, and all hell broke lose. Billy yelled at his father, and his mom tried to stop them from fighting. Max was in front of you, trying to hold you and make sure you feel okay.

Your sobs grew louder, and within two hours, the police were called in for the constant fighting.

In the end, Billy and his father were stuck at the police station while you had Max and her mother.

The following evening, you were back at your place. No weekend. Not even a full day. And eventually - after a full week - you heard news of Billy being back.

And he came to check on you. You were still damaged, but you gave in. You got closer and closer over time again.

But you wondered what had happened to his father. But you never found out. You never had the chance to get and eventually forgot.

Then, you fully opened up. About how his fathers comments hurt her. How she felt violated all the time.

And he loved you. He loved you like you were perfect. Like he loved you. And that was all you needed right now.

Chrissy Cunningham

• She'll fight a bitch, immediately

• If it's a girl at least

• She gets so savage it's concerning really

• Girl goes soft w you

"Chrissy! Hurry up!", you said as you waited for her to join you for cheerleading practice. She came running to you with a soft laugh. "Relax! We still have time."

She took a quick look around before she pressed a kiss to your lips softly, just to run off towards the gym.

You smiled lightly and followed her happily. You were excited for today. Especially because the cheer team would decide who'd be the one on top of the pyramid today.

You and Chrissy walked in together and stood by the rest of the team as the talking began. In the end, almost everyone was sorted somewhere, but Chrissy spoke up after some time.

"Actually... I think we should put (Y/n) on top of the pyramid today! She's never done it, and I think it'd be time for her to try!"

Your face heated up as you looked at her. "Seriously? You think I can do it?"

Chrissy nodded quickly and put her arm around your shoulder. "Absolutely. You'd do really good."

One of the girls crossed her arms. "Are you insane? None of us can even hold her up with how fat she is."

It was quiet as you looked at the girl. Too quiet. You slowly looked back to Crhissy, who removed her arm from your shoulders as she put them on her hips.

"What did you just say to her?"

You felt shivers go down your spine at the sound of her voice, but the other girl didn't seem all too impressed quite yet.

"I said: She's too fat to be held up."

Chrissy walked up to the girl with a smile, looking down at her. "Listen here, bitch."

You were shocked at her words, but you were not going to stop her at all.

"You have no right to judge her, alright? Your hair looks like you fried it in a pan, and your makeup makes you look like a clown. On top of that your body is the size of a fucking branch, so you look at yourself before judging anyone else. And watch your words before speaking about anyone I'm close with. Do you understand me?"

The girl was quiet before she quickly nodded and stepped back to hold herself at a safe distance from Chrissy as if she were about to pounce on her.

You couldn't help the pride and gratefulness rising in your chest and warming your whole heart and soul.

"Chrissy. I think that's enough.", you said gently to which she turned to you, looking worried. "Are you okay though?", she asked softly.

You nodded to her question and smiled widely. "Perfectly fine, yes."

She walked back to your side just to cross her arms. "Does anyone else have complaints? No? Good."

At the end of practice, you were pretty proud of yourself since you had managed on the pyramid pretty well.

You and Chrissy left together, and on your way home, the two of you talked. Chrissy took your hand once you were far enough from the school. "Are you sure you're okay? What she said was pretty rude..."

You smiled and looked at her. "It was, but you defended me, so I think I'm alright. I mean... I felt hurt at first and a little self-conscious too, but..." You smiled and held her hand tighter. "I don't think it'll affect me as much as it usually would."

She tilted her head softly. "What do you do when stuff like this does get to you?"

The question caught you off guard, and you felt a pit in your stomach, but she did deserve to know. And you wanted to talk to her about it anyway.

"Well... if someone comments on my weight, I... tend to watch what I eat, how much of it and... if it does get too much, I just don't eat..."

Chrissy seemed shocked but nodded softly before replying to what you'd said. "I see... But, you know you're beautiful, right? No matter your body weight."

You nodded softly. "Normally, I do. It's just that... sometimes I tend to forget, you know?"

Chrisdy nodded softly once again. "I get that. I have that feeling at times. But then you come by and make my day better!"

You laughed at her comment and nodded softly. "I love you, Chrissy."

"And I love you, (Y/n)!", she said happily before she looked around just to lean in and giving you another soft kiss, like earlier.

The two of you stood for a while just to be able to share a proper kiss before you pulled away. "Sleepover at mine?", you asked, and Chrissy agreed immediately.

The two of you ended up watching movies, talking, ordering food, and then giving eachother a reward for today's good work.

To you, it felt like no one could ever ruin this between the two of you. If it were legally possible, you'd marry Chrissy right now.

But maybe you don't need that. Maybe all you need is for her to be by your side forever.

Argyle

(My man<33)

• Soft boy doesn't understand cuz he loves his chubby baby

• Will show you how beautiful you are in a not so harmless way

• Will quote literally kiss every single part of you that you're insecure about

You sighed as you got comfortable on your couch. You were currently waiting for your boyfriend to come by.

The two of you had planned a movie night with some weed, snacks, and drinks. It was his recommendation since he knew it helped you on stressful days, which today had been.

When the doorbell rang, you jumped up to go open the door. You raised your arms happily when you saw Argyle, cheerig happily. "Babe!"

He smiled and walked in just to pick up and hug you tightly. "Hi."

You wrapped around him like a koala before he closed the door and walked inside with you still in his arms.

Only now, you noticed the bags he carried. As he was placing them down, you took a glance inside and saw the plenty of snacks and drinks inside.

It already made you feel excited for the night together with him.

Argyle sat down with you still in his arms, and for a few minutes, all you did was hold each other close and be happy that the other was around.

Once that was done, Argyle pulled back with a happy smile. "I already rolled a lil fella for us so we can get right to the fun part!"

You chuckled and kissed his lips softly before nodding. "Let's prepare the snacks quickly and pick a movie. Then we can start."

You got up and took the bag to put the snacks in fitting bowls and boxes before bringing them back to the living room and placing them down.

Argyle got blankets from your room and put them down on the couch. Once the two of you were ready, you got comfortable on him once more, just to wrap yourself and him up in blankets lightly.

An ashtray was placed on the table as well since you needed to put out the joint somewhere once it was done.

Argyle took the first few hits before handing it over. As you smoked, the two of you picked out a movie to watch and, in the end, decided on dirty dancing.

The two of you talked and laughed as the movie played, loving it. Once the joint was done, you put it out just to lean on Argyle happily.

He gently let his hand caress your hair, you playing with his as well. "Why aren't you eating, love?", he asked you and you sighed softly.

"If I eat more, I'm gonna squish you.", you said somewhat jokingly, but he looked at you and raised a brow. "Squish me? Pardon my wording here, but like... you know I'd be into that, right?"

You laughed softly and shook your head. "I know, babe. But I don't want to be like... yknow... to much?"

"Who the hell told you that shit? You are just perfect, and you will be perfect even with a few pounds more, yknow?" He said while continuously poking your side.

You giggled and squirmed. "No- Stop! Haha! Please." He stopped and held you closer just to kiss your cheek softly. "You're so beautiful."

You looked at him as he lightly dipped you back. "You think so?"

He nodded softly and smiled. "I know so." He then started kissing your cheek again and also went down to kiss your neck.

You chuckled and pat his head softly. "What are you doing?"

He happily kept giving you soft kisses before finally replying. "Showing your body the love it deserves."

You felt your cheeks heat up when he started to kiss up your belly and to your chest after pushing up your shirt.

You squirmed more and more the closer he got to your chest. It just made your heart pound a little harder.

Even your breasts weren't spared from the loving of your boyfriend as he gave them several kisses all over too.

"Should I keep going?", he asked as he sat up slowly again. You looked at him before looking away. "Please do."

He let out a small laugh as he properly laid you down on the couch. "But first you gotta eat a lil." He said before grabbed a random candy just to hold it up to your lips.

You opened your mouth and ate it with a small smile. What you didn't expect was for him to lean down, kiss your cheek, and mumble 'good girl/boy' into your ear.

You felt a full-blown shiver go down your spine as your belly twisted in the best way possible. "Holy shit..."

You covered your face as you looked away, not realizing what you did by doing that. The next thing you felt was an arm wrapping around your waist and raising it off the couch.

You let out a little yelp and looked down at him while he unbuttoned the pants you were before smiling at you. "May I?"

You smiled and let your head fall back as you nodded. "Please, just do it." You heard him chuckle as he removed your pants slowly, leaning down to kiss up and down your thighs.

You wanted to close your legs but couldn't, since his head was in the way and his hands holding your thighs didn't quite help either.

You couldn't help squirming as his lips pressed onto that one spot on your thighs that usually had you wailing when he bit into it.

And that's just what he did. You could've cum right then and there when his teeth dug into the soft flesh of your thigh and you let hin hear that from how lewd the moan was that left you.

The night only got more fun from that point on. And every time you questioned your beauty, he made sure to remind you just how damn beautiful you are.

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A/n: I feel like this took me way too long, I'm so sorry 😭😭

[drdemonprince]

working with copy editors stresses me out SO MUCH. they make so many assumptions in their edits that they don't inquire about. on this manuscript, an editor changed "socialist night school" to "socialist night at school", as if that's a thing???

and she didn't flag this edit with a comment or a question or anything, even tho she was changing a direct quote from a source! if i wasn't reading through all these edits with a fine toothed comb i'd miss it.

she also made a few changes that rankled me on principle -- for instance, I mention the Fat Nutritionist suggesting that clients of hers practice "eating normally" by pairing a "healthy" seeming food (like fruit) with a food theyve been told is "unhealthy" (like a tub of frosting) to help challenge binary thinking.

My editor tried changing this, because, and i quote, "i'm sure you didn't mean a whole tub of frosting." UMM yes girl i fucking did. the whole point of this passage is not to pass judgement over what's a suitable portion size or an acceptable thing to eat. like are you kidding me.

when i work with copy editors, they consistently make subtle changes that enforce the dominant value system of the culture. this is unlike the work of an editor-editor, who has deeper questions about the content and organization of the work that improves it.

i need and benefit from the work of a copy editor (you know my ass is making typos) but i also have to watch them like a hawk to make sure they dont make my writing worse and more oppressive.

[itsmynothing]

personal binge prevention tips

(note - theres are just what work for me cause a lot of tips don't and i had to create my own)

chugging water until i feel sick combined with sipping on it constantly (yes i have to use the bathroom constantly but it's worth it, plus my hair and skin are doing great so).

caffeine: coffee tends to suppress my appetite a lot, I try to either make it at home or order something small with no sugar because it can get pretty high in calories (I'm looking at you Starbucks).

tea: it has caffeine in it + it just makes me feel a tiny bit sick and not want to eat which helps me as someone with shit self control.

alcohol weirdly enough - don't do this often but a glass of wine or some vodka drinks make me feel a bit nauseous so it's great if I'm out with people and there's opportunities to eat it helps me avoid (obviously alcohol has a shit ton of calories but I'd take one or two drinks over eating dessert at a restaurant or getting late night pizza yk)

"forgetting" my wallet - sometimes I'll not bring it when i go out so i physically can't buy food even if i want to. sometimes if it's a long class I'll bring in change enough for a zero sugar energy drink and buy it before class so i don't decide to spend it on a vending machine. doesn't work sometimes if your freinds are super generous tho.

taking "bathroom" breaks except you just sit in a stall and scroll through triggering pictures and posts until you don't want to eat anymore.

logging every single calorie BEFORE you eat it. if you say fuck it and decide to eat some snacks but you log it first and realise it's over half of what you're supposed to eat that day it really doesn't seem worth it.

giving away any binge food: i did this over Easter, i had friends staying over and I'd open an Easter egg like every night, have a little bit myself and then offer it to them and they'd normally finish it off mostly by themselves. great way to enjoy a little chocolate without cracking and eating the whole thing but you're also not wasting food.

tactical sleep schedule: if you're a night binger then try to wake up super early so by the time night comes around you're exhausted and you'd rather go to sleep than eat. if you tend to binge earlier in the day like during lunchtime then stay up late and sleep in so when you'd normally be binging you're actually just waking up

identify your triggers: i tend to overeat either right after having a carb heavy meal or if I'm with someone who keeps offering my high calorie food. so I avoid eating meals that are mostly carbs and make excuses not to be offered food (eg. my teeth are fucked and I've got the dentist soon, "just had a big meal" but you have to make it believable, the classic "i feel sick sorry", bringing healthier food if you can)

there's some more stuff i would share but it's really unhealthy so I'd rather keep those to myself :)

[cremegrll]

another thing from your fellow psychological dissertation anon, when you level up in life and attempt to level up mentally, remember that recognising your trauma or understanding what traumatised you is not the only thing you need to do.

It’s one thing to understand or recognise that your family being poor traumatised you. That your abusive parents traumatised you. It’s another thing to recognise that your coping mechanisms are unhealthy and are hurting you and others. And it’s a whole different beast to work on changing those coping mechanisms.

Recognise your trauma -> learn how the trauma manifests in your life (anger issues, insecurity, etc) -> learn and recognise how you cope with the trauma (food addiction, drug addiction, taking it out on others, isolating yourself, etc) -> work on changing the coping mechanisms (when you spot yourself spiraling and what to emotionally eat, isolate, etc, pause yourself, count to five and then count backwards from 5 to 1 to calm down, and do something else that you feel should replace your current coping mechanism. Instead of reaching for the food in the fridge, breathe and grab a book or something. Instead of raging on everyone, breathe, calm down, and journal or something).

Just gave y’all free therapy if you can’t afford it. Take my advice or end up screaming into the void in your 40s baby trapped by an offender.

get this anon in a office STAT!!! YALE IS CALLING. (all jokes aside tho read this)

[munv]

𝗔 𝗦𝗢𝗢𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗠𝗢𝗥𝗡 // 𝗠𝗨𝗫

I would just like to say that requests are not open yet and I’m saving them for a 100 follower event like I did on my other account.

Any other anons that are not requests just yet are fine! Even tho I’m literally sick while writing this rn please pray for me-

Gojo x !Fem reader- Fluff

It was a early morning of course your husband Gojo was already seeking out your warmth. In full honesty your love story isn’t really all that much, you both met in a cafe and you just so happened to catch his eye.

Considering this is Gojo of course he would be either sleeping in, bothering the living shit out of you, or already on his way to get yet another unhealthy thing for breakfast. In which he was doing that indeed.

By the time you woke up by the smell of food you already knew it was your lovely husbands doing. Yet you had a feeling you wouldn’t be able to get breakfast as early.

Now here you were in bed waiting for his return. By the time he came into the room and looked at you he already knew you were halfway awake and was well aware more than anyone else how cute you appeared to be when you just wake up looking the way you do.

And so he decided to jump on top of the bed which was almost spine killing at this rate under your small figure compared to him. You let out a small yelp of pain when he did so.

You knew better than anyone else on this whole earth that the supposedly so strongest jujutsu sorcerer Gojo Satoru was a clingy man so if he wanted your attention or something else he will stop at nothing to get it.

So here he was cuddled up in your chest with no attention of letting go whatsoever.

“Satoru..your..crushing me get the hell off..-“

He didnt respond to this very familiar objection and that’s when you knew you were in for a long morning.

[silvernmoonshipping-is-love]

So what’s gaming pastas favorite food, aesthetic fashion style be like?

Now before I answer I wanna get a few things clear:

I don't know much about fashion or aesthetics, I will use what I know to explain as well as what I believe fits the most-

I will not do every Gamingpasta, because otherwise I may lose my mind, I'll just use the “Big 8” for now.

I don't want these to overshadow what this blog is for, aka my self-indulgent need to show my creations due to my ships and AUs. But obviously this doesn't mean I dislike answering Gamingpastas related questions or ramble about my made up “lore” or headcanons. Just be aware that this blog is for many things, mainly self-indulgence. It's more I don't want you to get disappointed due to believing this blog is promising smth different.

Okay, enough of that, let's go ahead.

Ben: Honestly, given his years long imprisonment and abuse, the act of someone making food for him, especially sweets or something warm mean more to him than a favorite food in general. Tho if he had to pinpoint, prolly like doughnuts, pudding and chocolate. He also used to be weary of meat dishes when he still lived in the mansion due to EJ and Liu mainly looking after him, even though EJ of course never fed them human meat. His fashion style is honestly whatever he wants to wear, casual, emo, crazy 90s, even crossdressing. In fact he has a whole closet with clothes he wanted to get cause he simply liked them but never wears, he prefers stealing from Silver or alike lol. But if he had a specific style I guess Scene fits him quite well. The mix of punk or emo with many colours like the 90s, just noice.

Silver: I headcanon him to be a pescatarian , aka he doesn't eat meat, but still eats fish. He likes nearly everything that warms one up or is well cooked, as he enjoys cooking himself (Don't ask why I have that hc I just do). A food coming to his mind quickly is muffins or ramen. He also loves hot drinks, like coco, tea or coffee. He prolly prefers baggy, comfortable casual clothing, not really a whole aesthetic, tho I can see him pull of most alternative styles.

Steven: He likes to share, as he's what most would call a bro or buddy type. Some also like calling him the mom friend despite not seeming like it at first. So he is basic and likes pizza, nearly all variants. I guess his style is similar to Silver, though he doesn't mind if the casual clothes aren't as baggy, big, comfortable. He also likes them being a tad more sporty, in order to walk and move around better.

Glitchy: Glitchy is full vegetarian. There isn't really much to add here, he does like curry. Especially those formed to look like Pikachu. His style is pretty similar to Steven, tho he can prolly pull of like academia vibe if he were to feel like it, but prefers more casual or sporty clothing, once again to move around better.

Sonic.Exe: I'll be easy and basic. He likes hot dogs, especially chili dogs and very sporty clothing.

Tails Doll: Doll never bothered much with interests, due to insecurities as he is a doll and was abandoned. But he is often seen drinking like tea and coffee. Perhaps someday he'll allow himself to fully try out life and try things to find a favourite food. As for clothing, I think whatever fits best at the moment, tho he is very interested in steampunk. Lots of gears, perfect for mechanics, suits and like to still look fancy, nice fall colours, it seems made for him.

Dark: Don't tell anyone, but Dark secretly really likes candy, especially the Japanese star candy. He used to often bring it to Ben and would eat some by pretending to only do it, so Ben won't eat all as that's unhealthy for a growing boy. He also likes most meat dishes. Fashion style is definitely goth. Black always, lol. Except for the rainbow friendship bracelets Ben gave him.

Brine: Also pretty basic, he likes meat dishes, mainly steak and very casual clothing. Never really cared to find out his style of choice.

Oof, I hope you're satisfied, anon. Plz let me know via some love ^^

[taegularities]

i love love love jk. but i hate that he criticizes his body too much. he's constantly talking about eating 1 meal a day or not eating for a week and just drinking water (which he did during butter mv i think) i mean it's so unhealthy. intermittent fasting is okay! i do it too. im not overweight but i am curvy, built like a door, have a double chin and cheeks. i have cellulite, a little belly fat and stretchmarks. seeing jungkoom constantly touching and poking his cheeks and being like "aah ive gained weight gotta loose it". makes me feel so insecure. i saw myself not eating for 2 days straight when he said he felt like he gained weight, i felt so bad and guilty when i looked in the mirror. it makes me feel like jungkook has major body dysphoria, and it's just not healthy. what's even worse is that he talks about it publicly, knowing very well people out there are dying to have a body like him.

i get it, in south korea it's this whole thing to be very fit and skinny. i mean yes it's a great country for not having too many issues with obesity. but it also makes me so sad thinking that most of the population is so judgy about themselves and other people. correct me if I'm wrong or of im being too emotional or delusional, i feel like he probably doesn't like people who seem overweight? or are chubby? it's been a pattern with jimin as well. it's just so concerning. it's concerning for the members ofc but also the fans :(

sorry for the rant ...

hey love. gosh, i'm so sorry that all that talk from the boys made you feel that way :( and i totally understand. i can't say what jk likes about others or not, but he does seem to think about his own weight a lot. i noticed that much about all members, really, the constant touching their faces and comments such as, "my face looks so swollen today" and it sucks that they perceive themselves in such a way when i'd die to be that pretty lol!! but you know.. knowing jk, i'm sure he doesn't do it to make anyone feel bad – the kpop industry has always been pretty strict with their idols' appearance, so i think the boys have gotten used to not eating too much during promotions or being pushed to look skinny and healthy. maybe it has kind of become their mindset atp?

sometimes i watch their stuff and see them appreciate food so much – as if they didn't get enough of it back then, which is sadly true (and was even mentioned in the book, right?) :( i think it's gotten a lot better tho!! like, i think most of the members, like yoongi or tae don't care much about that anymore and just do whatever they want. i hope jk is able to see his beauty for what it is at some point, too.. because man is truly gorgeous and deserves to feel good in his body, as do we all. you do, too <3

[justasimplesinner]

Any chance I could get some hcs of cletus the big red murder himbo trying to plan a romantic date for his s/o?

this is bout to be fun

Cletus trying to be romantic hcs:

as stated in the title - he's trying. however, he is not a hopeless romantic. he's romantically hopeless

if you were hoping for a date at a restaurant, a cute little picnic or a lovely trip to the cinema, you're gonna be so disappointed honey. he has no clue what he's doing but he's hellbent on doing it

him and Carnage work together - which makes this even worse. they've consumed unhealthy amounts of romance drama and all that to gain some perspective on what a good date could look like, but they noted down all the wrong points

you'll probably be, like, kidnapped from your own house, not time to dress up in anything so don't be surprised to be out in the cold in just your pyjamas

he's got food, that he does. as much take-out as physically possible. Carnage also threw somethin in - probably like a deer carcass or shit like this. they want to be a part of this and they want you to enjoy their food too! how come you can't eat raw meat? christ, you're such a pussy

did i maybe mention where they took you? yeah, it wasn't to a cozy place, it was probably the top of a skyscraper. it's almost like the eiffel tower, isn't it? no, it's definitely not

the view is pretty good tho, you have to admit that. but that's not even the best part! they've got fireworks too! that is NOT a good thing, if you haven't realized. and it's not exactly fireworks. but it is fire. they blew up a factory. a chemicals factory. but the view is nice :)

oh, and they got you flowers. even though they were a little wilted, covered in dirt, pulled out along with their roots and with a small piece of the pot they were previously in, that's probably the most normal, tame thing about the whole night

they also figured out that date nights are supposed to be filled with loving words and honest confessions from all those movies they watched, and they do just that. so be prepared for hearing shit like "you make me less violent sometimes" or "you don't make me want to brutally murder you on the spot". there are some sweet words thrown in tho, even if neither Cletus or Carnage realise. i mean, you've never heard them say anything along the lines of "you're the only person to make me feel calm". it's as close to "i love you" as you'll get, but who knows what else the evening holds for you?

[o-sahiba]

I shouldn't not be writing it here. I really should not. I write in my diary. But maybe today, just for today, I want to be heard. I want to be seen and I want to be understood.

They say, we all have suffered so much in our lives in one way or the other and that we all are broken and that you are not alone.

Really? Maybe. But today, I don't want to talk about 'them' or 'we' or 'us'. I want to talk about me. Just because you see me smile at mundane things and always laughing and oversharing and having fun, doesn't mean I actually am like that.

I've been through the worst. Through every painful and terrifying thing that this world has to offer. And I still walk and run. Not the same tho.

I hate that I get jealous when I see my friends living happily. I hate that I don't like that the people I know haven't suffered the things that I did. I hate that I always wonder how easy it is for them to live. And I hate that I know thay too might have had their share of suffering but I refuse to acknowledge it. I hate it.

But why me? Of all the years I've lived, all I remember is how I cried myself to sleep every other night. How I've developed this insomnia over the years starting from when I was 14 years of age or even less than that. How I had to suffer the pain of having nightmares and I still have to. How I have developed this really unhealthy relation with food where I spend days surviving on one meal and then there are days when I'd binge. How the moment I step outside of my house it feels like a war zone. How I always, back in the mind, try to hide myself in a corner behind a couch. How my shoulders are always tensed and my jaws clenched and my whole body on a 'survival mode'. How I loathe myself every single day.

Not that I hate myself but I hate to admit that I've hurt myself. I remember the little teenage girl in me asking herself this question that why as the day settles down she feels this uneasiness as if something's not right. Little did she knew that nothing was right.

It would not be an exaggeration if I say that I flinch at sudden unannounced noises or touch. And that I get scared and flinch when someone raises their voice no matter if it is directed to me or not. And that I can't stand arguments. And that I'm not capable of any normal thing.

I have everything. Every single thing a person could desire to live a happy and contented life. My every need is being fulfilled. But I still crave. Crave for everything but the material things.

I've learned. I was made to learn. My insecurities, my flaws and my limitations were slammed against my face as if it was all I am. And guess what. I now identify myself as my flaws and my insecurities.

I was a child. I wasn't meant to be protected and 'treated just right' just because the world won't treat me right. I was meant to be loved. And cared.

And when I say I need someone to be happy with, they say you have yourself. But, even a tree couldn't survive alone. I'm still a human. They say you should stay alive and that you should bloom like a beautiful flower. But If you want me to bloom like a flower, you need to water me as well. The water of love and care. You can't cage me and protect me from the sunlight and at the same ask me to look at the sun.

[kunikidas-lost-glasses]

Nikolai taking care of Fyodor when he's overworked

Because I decided years ago that I will never write fanfiction again I will just post these long drabble like things here

Hurt/comfort, Slice of life, fluff, a bit angst

Tws: Overworking, unhealthy working habits, Fyodor's hurt fingers/finger biting (Idk if that counts as trigger)

English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes

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Fyodor overworks himself very often. It's no secret but sometimes when he has to work a lot while being under a lot pressure or when he has a short deadline, he works until he reaches a point where holding a pen hurts like crazy in his fingertips and his whole hand is aching.

He won't eat and he only rarley gets up to get something to drink. Nikolai is the one who brings food to his desk and he is the one who keeps a close eye on his boyfriend.

The clown knows exactly that he can't even force Fyodor away from his desk like he usually does on these days. On normal days on which Fyodor is overworking himself, he picks him up after some time, which isn't hard for him considering his strenght and Fyodor's fragile sickish body and carries him out of the office. Then he would make him food, pamper him and lead him to bed where his overworked love can finally sleep a bit.

On these days it's different tho. Nikolai knows that if he stops Fyodor now it will end fatally. The plan wouldn't be ready in time and they would have to brace for a catastrophe which could even lead to thier arrest. Besides this, Fyodor would just be as restless as he is now so all Kolya can do is to keep an eye on him, make sure that he takes his iron supplements so he won't pass out, look out that he isn't too close on the verge of passing out, that he eats and drinks and he wishes that the russian would at least take a bit care of himself during these times.

In the very short breaks which Fyo takes, they either talk a lot about whatever is going on in Fyodor's mind or they don't talk at all bc Fyodor is mentally and physically too exhaused to hold a conversation so he uses these free minutes to stare holes in the air, drowning in his racing mind.

Nikolai always hurts with him when he sees how Fyodor starts to hold the pen in a new weird position which avoids that at least some of his fingertips have to touch the pen every few minutes because they hurt so much. He hurts because he knows that Fyodor's mind is racing so much, making up more and more plans, analysing every risk and step aswell as the steps as the enemy, that he basically drowns in his thoughts to a point where thinking tires him.

When the russian finally finished his work it's often late evening or late at night. Nikolai however is still awake because he wants to be aviable whenever his boyfriend needs something important and he wants to be awake so that he can react quickly when Fyodor would pass out.

Fyodor's eyes are always reddish and glassy from staring at the screen for so long, his hair is sticking to his damp forehead, he looks like he could fall asleep right where he is standing and he massages his aching hand slowly. Nikolai on the other hand always jumps up from where he's sitting and hugs his Fedya cheerfully aswell as relived that it's over. He holds the smaller man close to him while Fyodor leans exhaused onto him. Nikolai usually asks him if he's finally done and how the plan turned out and Fyodor nearly always starts to grin a bit, telling his boyfriend that the plan would work out perfectly and that everything that had to be done is finished.

Afterwards, Nikolai will always lead Fyodor to thier bathroom where he sits Fyodor down on the bathtub edge or the closed toilet and inspects the bruised fingers of the russian. He cleans and treats the bloody small wounds where Fyodor chewed his fingers all bloody again and he cools the red-purple-ish, hot finger tips with which he held the pen and wrote for hours with a cold wet towel. Fyodor just stares tiredly at Nikolai who kneels in front of him and treats his fingers who hurt oh so bad but there is something soft in his gaze. After he finished with taking care of the fingers, he kisses each of them on the hurt hand softly before standing up and kissing Fyodor.

When the fingers are treated, he leads Fyodor to their bed before leaving to the kitchen to make a quick warm dinner for them. They eat in the bed while watching some TV. Normally TV bores Fyodor endlessly but on these nights he needs something so normal and stupid. He wouldn't admit it out loud but he's just too tired for anything else. After they finished eating and when Fyo is well hydrated again, he lies down and nearly passes out immediatly after his head hits the soft pillows. Only then he realizes how much his back is hurting. Nikolai will carefully grab the hurt hand which is just as plastered with colorful band-aids for children as the other hand and will massage it. He's careful so that he won't hurt his love even more but he uses enough pressure to massage out any tensed up muscles in the hand. While he does so, he talks about literally anything that comes to his mind. Over the sound of Kolya's happy but soft chattering, the massage and the feeling of lying on big soft cool pillows, the exhausion finally takes over Fyodor and he falls asleep in no time.

Nikolai lies down too after Fyodor fell into his deep slumber and holds him close, admiring his so beautiful and intellegent boyfriend who's yet so fragile before falling asleep too.