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[erinwantstowrite]

Do you have any tips on writing Peter’s spider sense? The way you write it makes so much more sense than what I’ve attempted lol.

i basically work it as his subconscious "speaking" to him. to peter, this is just a feeling, but to us as readers, we're actually seeing the words. i wanted it to feel like a comic book page in that way because of where the characters come from. so i take note of key words that would be simple to interpret, based on his senses only. things like "look it, jump!, duck!, hear that?, hello, hello friend!, angry?, happy?" i like to keep this short, like the words are somewhere in a comic panel. the "shiver" that he gets or the "tingle" come from the little spider hairs all over his body as they envision the surrounding area through movement and vibrations

so we would have our scene: peter is standing on a baseball pitch, he's on the pitcher's mound and he's determining how to throw the ball to his friend while they practice. it's a little sunny even with a ballcap on, so he turns his head often to get a break from the light. he is aware that other people are practicing on the field behind him and to the side, but as he's throwing the ball back and forth he's not paying too much attention. suddenly-

catch!

his hand shoots out to catch the ball before it can hit his head.

this is possible because subconsciously, he was more aware of his surroundings than his focus thought was aware of. he heard his teammates talking, their sounds of alarm when the ball was hit towards peter, heard the ball coming towards him in the air. he probably also felt the movement in the air as it came towards him. the "catch!" is an alert to the reader that it's happening, but to peter, that was a gut feeling he interpreted based on his heightened senses.

i keep track of where other characters are, what he's standing on and how it would feel if i was standing there. i put myself in his shoes to reason what he would or wouldn't hear, feel, smell, see, etc. i also have to interpret what would be considered as a reflex

the different words used come from different senses. "look it/hear it" and things like are self explanatory. but things like emotions "angry? happy?" come from reading microexpressions, body language, etc. things that peter was already well acquainted with before his powers and now is something intrinsic to his character, to the point he doesn't notice he did it. and "hello" vs "hello friend" is peter getting an overall sense that this person is safe to him.

usually he has to know the other person well in order to tack on that "friend" as a familiar presence that won't hurt him. (if you read the Christmas one shot, this might make sense now why Peter's senses immediately recognized them as "safe people" :3)

another reason i used this was because 1) it was cute and 2) it was far quicker to write that than it was to write out a paragraph of peter interpreting the feeling every time. it's a quick visual and connects the reader as much to peter's spider-sense as he is, like we also have a spider-sense!

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

won't you spare me another year ?

synopsis : you want to be the first person to wish your katsuki a happy birthday every year <3

an. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BOYFRIEND!!

cw. nothing, pure fluff!!! also fem reader!

"5..4...3...2...1...aaaand—happy birthday, katsuki !!"

katsuki groans sleepily as your arms tighten around him. "you're fucking insane. it's midnight."

"it's your birthday !" you defend quietly, pouting up at him. he looks down at you and chuckles.

"ya could've just let me sleep and told me that shit in the morning, would've still been m'birthday." he yawns, wiping his eyes. you shoot up to press a kiss to his cheek, leaning into his space more to kiss him all over while he pretends to try and push you off when you roll on top of him. you both ignore how he immediately goes to squeezing your hips when you settle on top.

"i could've, but then there would've been a chance i slept in too long and then i wouldn't have been the first one to wish you happy birthday."

"so my birthday's a competition now ?"

"yup. and i plan to be first every year." you giggle, he rolls his eyes but can't hide the smile growing on his face.

"clingy brat.." he mumbles, he kisses you back anyways when your lips reach his.

"you love me." you counter.

"mm, whatever." he waves off, grabbing the back of your head to bring your lips back to his. you squeal as he tries to deepen the kiss. "you're being greedy." you warn, lips smushed against his.

"s'my birthday, means i get what i wan’, right ? and since you're gonna keep me awake, could at the very least gimme a proper damn kiss." he says between kisses, it makes you laugh against his mouth and he smiles. when you pull away, you lean in to press a long, lasting kiss on the scar right below his eye. you can feel the way the muscles in his face drop and his arms tighten around you in surprise.

"happy birthday, katsuki. i'm glad i can spend another year with you." you whisper earnestly, looking down at him like he'd hung up the moon and the stars for you. unfortunately, it seems that was too much sincerity for your poor boyfriend. he squints, his massive palms enveloping your face to squeeze your cheeks.

"y-yeah, yeah. quit bein' sappy..." he huffs. you feel his thumb run against your bottom lip when he glances up at you, ears tinted pink as he quietly whispers out a "thanks...".

you don't need to say anymore, smiling as you lay on his chest. you hum "what do you wanna do for your birthday ?"

"stay in and fuckin' sleep." is his simple response, you can't help but snort.

"and nothing else ?" you look up at him.

he looks down at you "sounds like you got something you're hiding from me." he asks, suspiciously raising a brow.

you scoff, looking away "pffff, me ? no way..."you lie, your voice going airy.

you’re being grabbed by your cheeks in an instant and katsuki’s not deterred by your whining "you're a shit liar."

"i plead the fifth."

"plead my ass." katsuki scoffs, squishing your cheeks in his palm. "i hate being out of the loop on shit, you know that."

"would it kill you to not be a killjoy ? where's your whimsy ? your child's soul ?" you whine.

"whatever the fuck that means." katsuki snarks. you laugh again, and he rolls his eyes. "as long as whatever you got planned doesn't take up my whole damn day, then do what you want."

now it's your turn to roll your eyes "no need to worry, i won't be interfering with your plans to sleep in."

"our plans. you're not going anywhere." your boyfriend corrects.

"i have no say in it, do i ?" you tease.

he pokes your cheek. "nope. s'my birthday." he responds simply.

you laugh "you're using that as some sort of cheat code now ?"

when your laughter dies down he's still looking down at you. eyes, droopy with sleep sure, but with something soft inside of them. they glow illuminated by the light of the moon outside.

"what ?"

"nuffin." he sighs, still just looking down at you. his fingers run across your face, your cheeks and eyebrows and nose so softly, so unlike him (he of course has to take the opportunity to squeeze your nose, but you decide not to ruin the moment).

"yeah, right. c'mon what is it?" you urge. katsuki scoffs "so damn persistent." he reprimands. he shushes you when you remind him that "that's why you like me so much!"

"m'just..thinkin'."

"about..?" you wiggle higher up until you can kiss his chin. he sighs again , smiling to himself.

"about...this really annoying girl."

you glare up at him, he smirks. "oh yeah ?" you deadpan.

"oh, yeah. a real pain in the ass. always talkin' back to me and bothering me. planning surprises and other stupid things for my birthday every year. " he taunts.

you roll your eyes again "she sounds like a fun time. sounds to me like you just don't know how to have any fun." you grouch. katsuki laughs, of course he does, dickhead.

"yeah, well. as annoying as she is...she is a pretty damn fun time." he admits softly "real damn sweet too...probably too sweet for me.."

you look up at him in surprise. he squeezes your nose to avoid you and you swipe at his hand. he continues talking while you're distracted. "but i'm glad she chose to be with an asshole like me, and..." he leans down to press a peck between your brows.

"..and there's nothing else i'd like more for my birthday then to spend it with her again next year. even if we do lame, boring shit like staying in or doing whatever."

you feel your heart squeeze almost painfully tight. your cheeks pull up so hard you feel your jaw hurt, but you're so unbearably happy.

so unbearably happy you get to spend another year of his life with him.

you lean in to kiss him. "well, i don't know about her surprises, but mine's gonna blow your socks off. s'gonna make you cry like you did last year."

he scoffs, planting another kiss to your lips. "i didn't cry, dickwad. that's your mind making shit up." he denies.

"yeah, okay" you laugh, and with one final kiss you pull back to look at your love, with all the love you had for him. "happy birthday, katsuki."

and he smiles back, softly, and only reserved for moments like this with you.

yeah, it sure was. happy fuckin' birthday to him.

[serennes-art]

happy 20th path of radiance!

[humming-fly]

Team Dark Day 3 - wandering around in the woods before the sun rises is always oddly tranquil (even more so if you aren't worried about getting jumped by a mountain lion)

-and for those wondering what Shadow's wearing there:

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[heyimkana]

kana are u just making a multiverse of jinwoo's at this point?? how many do you have???? - 💸

Literally what I listed in the last ask you sent me LMFAOOO maybe around 20???

There’s also Homewrecker!Jinwoo actually, though not in the way you think 😏

It’s about reader who’s married and has a four year old daughter, but both of them are being abused by her husband.

One night, when her daughter got sick, she took her to the hospital to make sure she was okay. Coincidentally, that was the same night Jinwoo visited the hospital to give the Elixir of Life to Jinho’s dad.

Jinwoo, reader, and her little girl stepped into the elevator together. But then, the lights flickered and suddenly everything went dark. They were trapped inside the elevator.

The little girl started crying, scared of the dark. Let's say her father (reader’s husband) used to lock her in the bathroom whenever she misbehaved. She kept sobbing, “Mama, please! I’m scared! I was good, Mama, I didn’t do anything wrong!” Reader tried to calm her down (she was close to crying herself from watching her little girl broke down like that), but her daughter wouldn’t listen. She was too scared.

Then, Jinwoo suddenly did something with his magic (maybe he created a little orb of light with his mana) and crouched down to show it to her. He smiled, so gently, and asked, “Hey, you wanna hear a funny story?”

The girl sniffled and nodded.

“I have a friend who used to be a giant ant. Really scary. Sharp claws. Big wings. Thought he was the king of the world.”

The little girl looked at him, eyes still watery, but now curious. "Giant ant..?"

“Mm-hmm. But now he wears a tiny cape and thinks he’s a stage actor.”

Then Beru appeared—floating in the air, small enough to fit in Jinwoo’s palm—and dramatically declared: “Verily, ’tis I! Destined from the womb to smite all foes, conquer dungeons, and rule o’er all creation! And yet—oh, cruel twist!—I now spend mine hours painting yon royal sister’s fingernails! What devilry is this? From dark lord to dainty manicurist—fie, what a fall!”

The little girl giggled. “He talks funny.”

Jinwoo rolled his eyes. “He thinks he’s in a drama. But honestly, I think he just likes attention.”

The girl stepped closer, wide-eyed. “Is he your friend?”

“One of the best ones I’ve got.” He held out his fist. “Wanna bump?”

She did, bumping her small knuckles against his and Jinwoo smiled, gently patting her head. “And now you’re one of my best friends too.”

The girl smiled—like genuinely smiled—and reader wanted to cry because it had been months since she’d seen her little girl smile like that.

[axolotsofluv]

taglist: @naenaex0xx, @silvermah, @strawbairicake, @chokifandom

Attending a sport tournament on a whim with Ratio when all of a sudden, your face and his popped up on the kiss cam. Neither of you were keen on letting such an intimate act be broadcasted to thousands of people, so you both did nothing but stare at each other awkwardly. However, Ratio could tell that the pressure of the expectant spectators was affecting you, evident in the frantic look you cast him. He was never one to allow something as unpleasant as disappointment plague you, so he used that brilliant mind of his to come to a compromise.

He snapped his codex shut and gently pressed the spine to your lips, lingering just enough to stir the crowd crazy with cheers and a collective sound of "aww". When the kiss cam zoomed away to its next pair of unsuspecting victims, he turned to you and leaned down to place a swift kiss on your lips—away from the oppressive gaze of unwanted onlookers, where your shared devotion wasn't displayed for entertainment but cherished privately like everlasting vows.

[anxious-chaos-art]

In honor of ep 4 dropping today here’s my page of kips!

[luminique]

lighter loves getting massages from you. they’re not top quality like those massage parlors but they’re comforting, not as painful too. the simple shoulder massage that has him closing his eyes, feeling your touch on his skin. soft grunts and groans leave his body as his aching muscles also lose their tension from before.

he especially likes it when your hands slowly go up his neck and to his scalp. his brain shuts off as your fingers tangle through his dark teal locks and focus on giving him scalp massages. even after you’re done, he’s just stuck there for a moment. his body relishing in all of the pressure that had been released from his body, all because of your hands. maybe next time you should consider washing his hair while giving him a scalp massage….

[dreamyblanket]

Sorry guys, wafer on the brain, it's terminal u.u

Anyway, I'll elaborate on this in the tags bc omg I'm going to yap your metaphorical ear off.

[humunanunga]

y'all aren't ready

none of y'all are fucking ready

for how anime this cat at my elders' house is

[popeabbot]

Apple Jack- A Jack Abbot Drabble

A/N: this concept literally just came to me out of nowhere and @ebodebo told me to get my ass to work so I did. This is also a rendition of I can’t write anything under 1,000 words

Summary: You meet a man at a farmers market discussing apples, little did you know they would both become everything to you

Wc:2.5k words

Tags: literally nothing, it’s just fluff. Like insane fluff, Age gap (not mentioned), me being a Johnathan Abbot Greek/Irish truther, reader being a ENG minor/HST major, tooth rotting fluff, no use of Y/N or Y/L/N

Jack Abbot came into your life when you least expected him to. You’d been walking around a farmers market on a beautiful spring day, talking with a friend about the kind of apples you needed for a recipe you wanted to make.

“These will be better than a Granny Smith.”

You looked up from the green apples to meet the hazel eyes of a man standing in front of you. He didn’t look like the kind to be at a farmers market, his tan freckled skin popped against the dark jeans and button up he wore. Despite his dark attire there seemed to be a glow that surrounded him, warm and sweet like fresh honey. His presence hit you like a breath of fresh air, like a home you hadn’t met yet.

“Oh? Are you some kind of apple expert…?” You quipped a brow up at him playfully, a small smile on your lips.

“Jack, you can call me Jack,” He flashed a crooked grin, holding out a reddish yellow apple. "Autumn Glory" was written on the sticker. “and I am in fact an apple expert when it comes to baking. You want these.”

One minute he was placing the apple in your hand with a purpose you couldn’t name and the next he was gone.

“Oh he was hot. Old enough to be my dad, but hot!” Your friend exclaimed, placing a handful of the apples Jack had suggested in her basket.

“Yeah…” you mumbled. There was something about him that had absolutely captivated you, this stranger would become the forefront of your mind. You'd forgotten to give him your name.

And boy was Apple Jack right, those autumn glory apples made the best fucking pie you had ever tasted in your whole life. They had added the perfect blend of crisp cinnamon and caramel, enveloping you in that same homey feeling that Jack gave you. The pies went to your friend Samira who said they were a hit at her job at a trauma center nearby.

“Everyone loved the pies!! Especially our night attending, he went on and on about how he knew they were these one specific apples it was crazy!” Samira cheered over the phone.

“Well it was kind of an experimental recipe,” you nodded. “I did use a specific kind of apple a guy at the farmers market told me to use!”

“Well thank God for that stranger, I’ve never seen Jack in such a good mood- oh I gotta go, but I’ll be by later!”

And there he was again. Jack. You brushed it off as Samira abruptly hung up. Pittsburg was a huge city. It had to have been a coincidence…right??

3 months later

Your baking was a hobby in between school and work, although the staff at Pittsburgh Medical Trauma Center had become somewhat customers. Samira would come over with a handful of cash and sticky note thank yous. You loved it and never minded trying the odd ball requests she’d send in from her coworkers.

With the summer fast approaching you’d decided to try some lighter treats. With Greek Mythology taking up a forefront of your current studies you’d taken a liking to pomegranates of all fruits. A bout of insomnia and needing a break from studying lead you to your kitchen with a double broiler of chocolate melting and fresh pomegranates from your neighbor.

With music on and candles lit you got to work, stirring chocolate and cracking open the pomegranates. One of them seemed to not be fully ripe, but you decided to make due, the knife started in through the shell and jerked. Thus, slicing your hand open.

“Shit!” The knife clattered to the ground as you gripped your hand with a dish towel tightly. You were definitely going to need stitches.

You sat in the waiting room of PTMC as you patiently waited to get called back, there weren’t very many people around so you hoped to get called back quickly. You’d bled through 2 towels already and the pain was itching at you.

“Autumn Glory?” You whipped around at the familiar voice. And there he stood before you, the man from the farmers market. Except now his face looked worn and tired. He stood before you wearing a concerned glare, black scrubs, and a stethoscope tucked neatly into his pants pocket.

“Apple Jack.” You smiled weakly, his brows furrowed as he grabbed your elbow and led you into the ER.

“You caught me at a good part of the night I’m not running like a chicken with my head cut off.” Jack joked, attempting to lighten the situation. “Wanna tell me what happened?”

“Oh- yeah, I got in a fight with a mean pomegranate and lost.” You laughed dryly as he pulled back the towel that had embedded itself in your skin slightly. The hiss and jerk of your hand was a knee jerk reaction.

“Easy there- gotta give me a name I can’t keep calling you after an apple.” You smiled and offered your name. Jack smiled, like it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever heard. A nurse came in with a suture kit and cleaned your hand, when she was done you thanked her. Swaying lightly, Jack helped you lay back against the bed to keep from falling.

He inspected your cut for nerve damage, thankfully you’d dropped the knife as soon as it hit your skin, not letting it go too deep. You watched intently as he moved your fingers, his delicate touch warming your skin.

“Well you’re lucky,” Jack clicked his tongue, grabbing some lidocaine to apply to your hand. “You’re gonna need stitches but there’s no nerve damage I can see, but I’m afraid there will be no baking for a week and you’ll have to come back to get a couple of these stitches removed.”

“Well shit Dr. Abbot. I’ll have to convince Samira to help me finish my dessert then, I was hoping she’d have it by the morning.”

Jack blinked slowly, his brain short circuiting from the way his last name came out of your mouth.You had been the one indulging the staff, on a students budget no less. He would never admit to anyone the pounds he’d gained from having Samiras friend who liked to bake, spoiling everyone. Spoiling him.

And that’s how Jack ended up at your apartment for the first time. You’d driven yourself home with care instructions…..and a certain ER attendings phone number “just in case”.

A knock on the door around noon alerted you to someone being here. You’d tidied up your workstation from the night before as best you could with one hand and decided to abandon it until someone could come help you.

“Hi.” There he stood at your door, Jack Abbot. Except he wasn’t in his scrubs, you stood at the door in disbelief. You opened your mouth to speak, but no words came out. Instead you stood to the side, inviting Jack into your humble abode.

You didn’t have much because, again, living off a student budget. But you’d done everything you could to make it yours. Your living room was scattered with brightly colored throw blankets and pillows. Thrifted books and Knickknacks lived in your shelves and greenery surrounded any open space.

“I’m sorry I didn’t text you before coming over but when you mentioned needing help I figured you might like a baking expert.” Jack placed his hands on his hips, taking in your kitchen.

And that’s exactly what his did. You sat perched atop your kitchen counter, instructing him on what to do, taking in every inch of him as he worked. The way his curls bounced as his head moved from talking to you, to looking at the dessert he was constructing. His eyes staying trained on you longer than necessary because he couldn’t get over the fact that he was here, with you. You watched his hands closely, the way the veins in them flexed with every movement.

Jack could feel the way you studied him with an innocent curiosity. He’d been trying to find you since that day at the farmers market, but it had been hard without a name. When Samira started bringing in baked goods from one of her college friends, Jack had been infatuated with them. Surely they’d been baked by a culinary angel, that’s what he’d always assumed. Coming from a Greek/Scottish family, cooking was a big deal. Both of his grandmothers had insisted he understood how food was an art to be studied and taken absolutely seriously.

Jack had off from work and spent the rest of the day in your apartment, enjoying the chocolate you’d made and talking for hours about anything and everything under the sun. You were an English minor getting your Masters in History. Jack wasn’t surprised at all when you mentioned becoming a teacher, you held a warmth inside you that needed to be seen by others.

That day turned into Jack taking you to the farmers market every weekend and paying for whatever supplies you needed to bake that week, helping you study for finals, and a lot of dates around town. Jack had tearfully told you about his late wife and being scared to open his heart again, you made sure he knew you weren’t scared of the time it would take, and that you would go at his pace.

Before either of you realized it, you’d been together for a year and were the happiest either of you had ever been. Jack asked you to move into his house one night after making you the spread of your dreams, you happily accepted, jumping over the dinner table into his arms.

“Are you sure about this?” You asked as you watched Jack load your boxes into a moving truck. He slowly set a box down, giving you a puzzled look.

“Of course I am baby. My house has been way too big for just me for a while now, and way too plain after spending the better parts of a year in this apartment. r in this cozy place.”

He was always ready to reassure you, to make sure you knew you would always be his, and in turn he was yours. It didn’t take long to add your touch to the house, pictures went up quickly as well as your beloved blankets and knicknacks being spread tastefully through the house. Your favorite part of Jack's house was his pride and joy, his garden. The garden was something his therapist had suggested he start as a way to decompress at the end of his shifts or when he was having a bad day and needed to turn his mind to something positive.

Living with Jack was a bliss you had only dreamed of. Slow mornings when Jack didn’t work tangled in soft sheets, afternoons spent in the garden together before he’d leave for work with whatever concoction you’d come up with that day. You’d even take Jack's retired search and rescue dog Elvis and his service dog Jett to the park in the evenings when you missed Jack at work.

Everyone at the Pitt was astonished by how much you had lifted Jack up in every way. Even on the hard days when you’d get a text from one of his coworkers that it had been a bad shift, you’d be patiently waiting with tea and a hot bath ready to envelop him in a love he thought he’d never feel again.

It was only right that he’d make you his, forever.

Being a history major you found Jack’s background fascinating. You deep dived into everything you didn’t already know about Greece and Ireland, meeting his family made everything about him just make sense. Jack was a Leo but his carefree confidence had definitely been genetic. Apples continued to play a large role in your lives as you tried making dishes for his family when you would visit. His mother and grandmothers fell in love with you instantly.

“Please tell me you’re going to marry this girl Johnathan!” His mother gushed over dinner one night, Jack honed in on the way your blush deepened as you smiled. You’d off-handedly discussed marriage on occasion. He already had his grandmothers ring sized to fit your hand, he just needed to find the perfect moment.

Summer had been spent throwing pool parties and having the freedom to deepen your hobbies with school not starting for another month. It was August when Jack's plan was finally ready to be put in motion.

You walked into your bedroom fresh out of the shower to see Jack's favorite sundress laying out on your bed with a note on top.

Put this on and come find me in the garden- we have plans.

And so you slipped on the dress that accentuated your perfect curves, did your hair and your makeup and made your way to the garden. Jack was standing in the carport by his truck with a bouquet of flowers. His normal dark apparel had been swapped out for jeans and a lavender short sleeve button down. You smiled, noting the way that his salt and pepper curls had been meticulously placed.

“So? What are these plans?” You asked as he opened the passenger side door, taking the flowers from his hand.

“You’ll see,” He grinned, there was a sparkle in his eye that made your heart melt. Jack laced his hand with yours as soon as he’d backed out of the carport. The vastness of Pittsburgh never ceased to amaze you, the mix of city and suburb passed you by as the two of you made your way out of town.

Your smile widened as you turned into a small apple orchard. You walked with Jack hand in hand, taking in the summer breeze. Even with the few families that were around it always felt like it was just you and Jack, living in your own perfect world. You’d separated to pick a few apples to take home with you when Jack whistled sharply.

“My love, catch!” You turned and caught the apple in your hand. Jack had never tossed an apple to you, he always placed them in your hands delicately. You looked from Jack's smiling face to the apple you held in your hands.

An Autumn Glory.

The gears began to turn as Jack slowly walked closer. A Greek fable crossed your mind, tossing an apple to your lover being an act. The act. Tears began to prick in your eyes, watching Jack get down on one knee, producing his grandmother's ring which you’d commented on the first time you met her.

“So, will you have me…Autumn Glory?”

“Of course I will, Apple Jack,” You fell to your knees in front of him, taking him in a kiss as your hands snaked around his neck. You went home that day happier than you’d ever been. Because now, you were always going to be his, and he would always be yours.

~~~

I hope yall love this as much as I do! I’m working on 2 Robby fics rn I did not forget about our main man I promise I just have Abbot on the brain. Anyways I love yall, stay mystified🤙🏼

Taglist: @ebodebo @sceletaflores @kchronicallyonline @pinkteaandroses @pittinmystomach @birdofcauthon14 @weasleysarch @andrewcodymybeloved

[sarahs-malewives]

hi, I’m sarah ! 17, so a minor. promo me, if you’d like?

divider / userbox, w recolor by me ! :) / proship dni / i follow from @/saywha413 !

[strawberrydolly333]

POV: rafe meets your sonny angels

rafe cameron walked into your room only to be met with an army of sonny angels, smiling at him. “shit kid, why the hell do you have these creepy dolls?”

“they’re not dolls rafey, they’re sonny angels!” you said, shoving a starfish one up his face with you smiling at him like the toy itself.

he grabbed it, inspecting the toy. it had wings on its back, buttcheeks completely bare, and its peepee sticking out. “jesus is this what you buy with my card?”

[papaziggy-devblog]

So this should go without saying but I guess I have to say it anyway

I do NOT condone any of the actual behaviors seen in mine or any other yan-based media RL... this includes gaslighted, emotional manipulation, coercion, baby trapping, or ANYTHING like that

And I FULLY believe if these are things that you desire RL either in giving or receiving ends then you need to seek some sort of mental help immediately

[walkingstackofbooks]

It's late season 6, and Keiko's getting worried about how little sleep Miles and Nerys seem to be getting at the moment. They brush her off, each separately making the case of, "It's not that bad, I'm definitely getting more hours than Julian!"

(... This was going to end with "Cue Keiko dragging all three of them to bed each night and making them get a proper rest", but actually I don't want to put that on her...)

So, cue Keiko going to Sisko to ask him to sort it out and make sure his senior staff are looked after properly. He's kind of aware of it - it's not like he doesn't put in more hours than is reasonable, especially now Jake's moved out - but over the next few days he starts to get into the routine of hunting down the three of them to send to their quarters, and then going back to his own for the night. It's better for all of them.

Or at least, it seems to be, for a few days - maybe even just over a week - before they discover Julian's been sneaking back to his office to put in a few more hours of research and is getting just as little sleep as before.

And now Miles has had a week of proper sleep and remembered how good it actually feels to be well-rested, he and Keiko put in a team effort to start taking Julian back to theirs each night and making him sleep. (Since Kira's been with Odo, she only stays with them when Odo's regenerative cycle has got out-of-sync.)

It's... better for Julian. His nightmares are even more regular than Keiko and Miles', which is bad news for their newly-improved sleeping schedule... She mentions it to Nerys, who suggests Odo could put a tracker on him so he could go back to his own quarters. Keiko's not too sure about that one, but they were going to ask him to spend a few nights next week in his quarters anyway while Nerys came to stay, and when she tells Miles he laughs and thinks it's a great idea. So, they try it the following week, all fond banter and "wouldn't want you to ruin your progress the next few nights!" as Julian lets himself be fitted with the tracker.

Of course, once they're gone and he's suppposed to be sleeping, he removes it. And would have fooled them, too, if he hadn't been so euphoric about figuring out a seamless way to get around the tracker that he totally forgot about the people on the night shift who might physically see him and report him.

Odo drags him back to bed. It's not his proudest moment.

When Ben's told, he resigns himself to this being his problem again. After talking to Kasidy, he goes back to Julian and presents him with the option - no, the order, really - that if he's not going to sleep in his own quarters, he can go back with Sisko and stay in Jake's old room. Julian agrees a little too readily.

(He's not really got a handle on how he's feeling about all this. Embarassed that everyone's making such a fuss of it, warmed by all the attention, in some ways more relaxed since he's been sleeping with the O'Briens, but also more tense at the idea of being a burden on them, and not being 100% clear on what they are now? And still completely unable to unwind at the end of the day when he's on his own and desperately tired of all the fucking nightmares, and relieved that he won't be spending another night completely alone, but maybe Sisko won't hear him yell if he's in a different room...)

Ben wakes up in the middle of the night. Everything's still as he crosses the hallway to the refresher. As he walks back to his room, he remembers that, from how the O'Briens had been talking, he'd been expecting to be woken up by his visitor that night, but there's been no sign of the violent nightmares Julian apparently usually experienced.

An urge to check in on Julian, just as he used to look in on Jake, takes over him, and he changes course towards the other door. It slides open softly, giving gentle illumination to both the passageway, and Julian's sheepish expression as he looks up from the stack of padds surrounding him.

Ben sighs. He grabs a couple of the padds and places them on the desk, and Julian resignedly follows suit, uncharacteristically—

Well, no, actually. It's the end of season six.

...Julian resignedly follows suit, in that quiet manner he'd adopted over the past year. He becomes far more animate when Ben climbs into Jake's bed, awkward and fumlbing and protesting, but Ben simply turns over and orders the lights off. Moments later, he feels the bed dip beside him, and a back bumping against his own. Good.

There is a nightmsre - of course there is - but after waking them both up, Julian comes down from it pretty quickly. And, if he's being honest, Ben falls back to sleep as easy as ever with the warm weight of Julian in his arms.

It becomes a thing, after that. Him-and-Julian when Kasidy is away (she understood, the first time, when she found them curled up together - and she's pleased this whole thing has made Ben sleep better when she's not there - but she does like hvaing Ben to herself on nights when she's back), Miles-and-Keiko-and-Julian when she's not. Worf quickly overrides Dax's playful motion that the two of them should join in and make it a proper game of pass-the-Julian. Nerys and Odo share a nervous look with each other, relaxing as they both give a minute, definite shake of their heads at the idea.

A month or so later, Miles and Keiko are settling down for the night when they suddenly remember that Julian should have been coming over that night. The computer says he's in his quarters - Miles volunteers to go and get him, but Keiko says she'll go, since Miles is supposed to have an early shift tomorrow, and if Julian's sneaking around the station again she'd rather be hunting him down and Miles start getting some rest.

But Julian is in his quarters. And he's not even surrounded by padds! He's curled up in his bed, sweetly asleep.

Keiko smiles. A little bit more sleep and a little bit of love, and maybe Julian's just a little bit more fixed.

[lotus-pear]

finally started p5 royal ‼️‼️‼️‼️

expect some royal trio art soon they are my dearly beloveds (minus akechi i hope he dies in this reality too)