#this is just so self indulgent and i would literally cry if someone talked to me abt this and added to it

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i used to freehand comics all the time as a child and since the part i liked was the drawing part i would just draw panel after panel because i didn't want to stop drawing to think about icky icky words, plus the story TOTALLY still made perfect sense! to me! and noone else, but 'whoooo caaaaares omgggg its not like comics and sequantial art are a communicative meeediummmm lmaoooooo'. i spent my entire childhood telling myself stuff like "oh pfft I know this story by heart- ill SIMPLY remember the dialogue and write it later" ...and. I can't help but admire baby maiora's (call that a minora ba tm tsk) fucking audacity? hubris? confident wrongness? kid couldn't even remember to finish the comics in the first place? INCREDIBLE levels of unearned self assurance, wish that were me, genuinely- what an icon!!! anyway i think i have forever cursed myself

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ph also while i was drafting that last post i found this in my drafts and idk i’m feeling a little goofy silly funny. so. heres some thoughts on my self indulgent princes tutu/disney classic fairytales (really though just peter pan) story idea . i’m just gonna post whatever this says mostly unedited

idk if ill actually post this or keep it in my drafts but probably i will post it bc i like when people read my things and give me feedback even if its just for my own enjoyment :) (i did post it teehee)

for anyone whos never watched princess tutu heres the Quickest possible plot summary without spoiling it bc you Should watch it: its abt a town where fairytales come to life, because of a man who died while writing his last book, trapping the hero (the prince) and villain (the raven) in their final battle without an end, so they break out into the town and the prince shatters his heart into pieces to seal the raven away, but losing all his emotions in the process

the story is abt a duck (named duck) who is turned into a girl by the man (drosselmeyer) so that she can turn into princess tutu, a heroine from his story, and find the shards of the prince's shattered heart and return them to him. there are other characters in town who take on roles from the story but most people (duck included) dont seem to realize there even Is a story or that their town is taking part in it- except for those that know the prince (fakir and rue) and very much Dont want the story to continue. thats abt as much as i can say without spoilering the twists but its very good and you should watch it. thank u

anyways . now time to put funny guy in here for no reason . one of the other important story points in pt is that drosselmeyer Loves tragedies. so that combined with this idea that some of the ppl of the town are inadvertently becoming characters In the story gave me this idea that like. the peter and co in the story (slightly more book accurate just way edgy for reasons i will get into in 2 seconds) are completely different from the ones running around gold crown town (basically the disney versions) . and peter from the story is more like some dudes 'dark' version of peter pan where hes malicious or whatever and doesnt actually care abt people . and the tragedy of his story is eventually the lost boys all either grow up or die, tink dies, hook dies (idk what im even gonna do with him LOL), but peter forgets all abt them bc hes so selfish and obsessed with not growing up he never even feels sorrow over losing them so he doesnt even know he should be lonely and sad

but i know my boy so like. hes not like that. he genuinely cares for tink, and the lost boys, thats his family even if he never like says it. which is part of the problem cause like, while the prince has no heart the story has stalled, so everyone is just stuck in the same place in the story, otherwise living out their lives. the raven cannot get out and nobody can meet ill fates bc the story has stopped. but duck/princess tutu returning the prince's heart shards is causing the story to progress . plot points from the story begin to occur and they are quickly hurtling toward the return of the raven and the end of the tale- which btw is ALSO a tragedy. its always going to be a tragedy. things dont end well in the ending drosselmeyer had planned. but bc duck is a good person even once she realizes this she knows that the prince deserves to have his heart back so she keeps looking for the shards

anwyays this is rambling as hell but the idea i had was that at some point while duck is looking for more heart shards, she runs into peter who is, despite being forever an immature obnoxious boy , like genuinely a good kid who tries to do the right thing, so of course even if he doesnt like. know whats going on hes gonna help out! he doesnt know duck is tutu bc thats a secret identity magical girl thing but like, if she ever asks for help he does and they get along very well . he also gets along with tutu who he just thinks is a different person . he has No Idea that gold crown town is trapped in a story or that the story doesnt end well for him Or duck (tutu's fate is that she'll turn into a speck of light and vanish if she confesses her feelings for the prince so. lol)

UNTIL. he meets another character named princess kraehe, a crow prima ballerina, who tells him to stop helping tutu and that theyre all better off if the prince stays heartless forever. she casually drops that tutu is fated to die if the story goes as it is, and hes fated to lose everyone he cares about and be alone forever, and if he doesnt believe her he should seek out the story of the prince and the raven and read it for himself. which he does. and yeah shes right. and when she finds him again and is like hey like even IF nothing happens, wont you have to grow up if the story ends? so arent you in a lose/lose situation here no matter what if you help tutu? hes like yeah ok maybe everything IS better if the story stalls and nothing progresses . i happen to like things exactly as they are

so from that point on hes actively stopping tutu from finding the shards of the prince's heart as much as he can. hes still friendly with duck bc shes great and as far as hes concerned shes basically a lost girl even if she goes to school instead of running away into the woods with him (which is fine but lame) but that also gives him more reason to oppose tutu . whcih is conflicting for duck bc She Is Tutu. he never directly allies himself with kraehe bc shes obviously evil but its still like a mess

and then later on character development happens n blah blah he goes back to helping tutu but like ill save that bc im lazy and also i would have to spoil the twists of the story to get into that so maybe another time. lol

[7ndipity]

BTS As Girl Dads

Ot7 x Reader

Summary: Headcanons about how the members would each handle being girl dads

Warnings: none

A/N: Thanks to @coffeedepressionsoup for this request! This got me soo in my feels, they’d all be such great dads(I may have gone a lil self indulgent but who cares lol). Obviously, some/most of these could also apply to any kid, regardless of gender, but for the sake of the Hc, we’re focusing on daughters

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Jin:

He’s honestly such a girl dad, argue with the wall

I totally see him wholly embracing the title and all the things that are typically considered ‘girly’, like pink and sparkles and all that

He would indulge every single one of her interests. She likes animals? They’re going to the zoo every weekend. She likes music? He’s signing her up for lessons for whatever instrument she’s into

I have this mental picture of them sitting on her bed together while he’s reading her bedtime stories, using all these silly voices and wearing one of her princess hats or something bc she insisted he needed for the character and just-😭

Yoongi:

Yoongi would be the softest girl dad ever, like she had him wrapped around her finger from day one. He took one look at her tiny little scrunched up face, that reminded him waay too much of his own expression when he’s annoyed, and he was a goner

I see him just sitting soo patiently while she gives him makeovers, wearing like three different pairs of clip-on earrings at the same time

He would really focus on teaching her to stand up for herself and makes sure she never takes any shit from anyone

He might come off a little stern sometimes, but it’s just because he worries and wants the best for her

Hobi:

Okay, Hobi as a girl dad might be one of my favorite headcanons, bc he’d be soo fucking sweet with them!

The tea party King. Like he shows up dressed in the most ridiculous outfits to make her giggle, and ready to talk imaginary gossip with her and any plushies that are joining them🤭

He would love shopping with/for her, constantly trying to find the coolest outfits or pieces for her, and they would definitely wear matching outfits when she was little(she would be the best dressed toddler ever, lol)

I also see him being quite protective of her at times, being super nervous/worried about her doing things like riding a bike for the first time or on her first days of school

Namjoon:

Omg Namjoon as a girl dad would be soo fucking protective. Like if someone does anything to hurt or upset her, they’re fucked

I see him loving daddy-daughter days out together, taking her to the park or museums or bookstores, really just wanting to indulge her curiosity and interests

Like Yoongi, he would really work to make sure she knows how to stand up for herself, as well as others

For all of his sternness tho, he would have the biggest soft spot for her, he’s 100% the type to let her have dessert before dinner or something bc she gave him puppy eyes

Jimin:

Omg he’s soo girl dad coded, like it’s not even funny(he literally confirmed that on that ep of “are you sure?” like 🥺)

He would treat her like a little princess, doting on her at every possible opportunity, buying her toys/clothes/treats, taking her on special outings, etc. If she wants something, he will do whatever he can do give it to her

He would not be able to stand seeing her in any sort of pain. Like even her just having a scraped knee would make him slightly misty-eyed, even tho she’s not upset/crying about it

I see them having lots of long talks about whatever’s on her mind. He would really strive to be her safe place to ask questions about anything, from school and friends to life and the future

Taehyung:

I see him being an amazing girl dad! He has this amazing, comforting dynamic with the girls that he’s worked with/is friends with, so I can only imagine how supportive he would be with his own daughter

He would be so indulgent in whatever she wanted. Ice cream before bed? Heck yeah, let him grab a spoon too. She wants a new plushie/toy even tho she just got one like yesterday? Well, the new one needs a friend, soo-

But he would still have his more stern/protective moments with her, just moreso in little ways like making sure she’s always wearing her helmet and elbow/knee pads, brushes her teeth, does her homework, etc

He would play along with all/any of their imaginary games, fully committing to the role(and adding waay too many silly death/fainting scenes bc they make her laugh)

Jungkook:

Junkook would absolutely adore a daughter. Like she would be his little princess and anyone/anything that upsets her will have to answer to him.

On the flip side of that protectiveness tho, he is so unbelievably gentle with her. As an infant, he handled her like she was made of glass, and as she grows up, he would always speak to her in a softer tone than he uses for anyone else 

(Also dodon’t think about him singing her to sleep every night as an infant. Getting up with her in the middle of the night and walking her around the house, singing to her softly till she drifts back off to sleep in his arms)

He would love teaching her things and playing games with her(I totally picture him teaching her boxing in tiny and falling over all dramatic when she lands a hit, lol)

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Self-Indulgent HCs

pairing(s): Frank Castle x fem!Reader, Matt Murdock x fem!Reader, Michael Kinsella x fem!Reader

summary: How each of the boys would care for you when you were sick, headcanons bc i am tired

warnings: non-graphic, general descriptions of sickness (just cold/fever, not covid)

a/n: this month was already rough on my allergies but i came down with quite possibly the worst cold I’ve ever had. (It’s literally so bad i had to use PTO instead of WFH days? I am literally dying.) I wrote this when I was feverish and couldn’t sleep to make myself feel better. I hope someone out there likes it 😭

Frank

I think Frank would worry a lot when his partner was sick.

He’s lost so many people and he doesn’t have a huge circle so i think it takes him by surprise a little.

But he’d do his best to hide his worries by going about his day and comforting you.

He’d get fresh produce from the store and make you delicious soup, pick up tissues and medicine for you, threaten anyone who tried to make you go into work

“Your boss still pullin’ that shit? Gimme the phone, let me talk to ‘em”

He loves being your big spoon anyways but he would not let you go if you looked or sounded ill. You’d be nestled carefully against his chest while he stroked your back until you fell asleep.

He’d keep you entertained by reading to you or watching whatever TV your fever-ridden mind is craving.

Above all, he wouldn’t leave your side until you were feeling better.

The smile on his face the next time you take him out would be brilliant. He’s just so happy that you’re here with him and feeling better.

Matt

Personally, i hate the idea of getting people sick more than actually being sick sometimes but i think this would especially be the case with Matt

His senses are so delicate, I wouldn’t want to fuck with him by being gross and loud or by getting him sick.

But there is no way this man isn’t the biggest self-sacrificing-mother-hen when someone he loves is sick.

He’d sense your illness before you would, and encourage you to take it easy and sleep a bit extra that week (above all, he’s a hypocrite.)

Of course, he’s a bit embarrassed of everything he can do, or maybe you don’t know the extent of what he is capable of, so he plays it off as “you’ve been working so hard lately, sweetheart, you need to take it easy.”

A day or two before the bug hits you like a truck, he’d come over with a bag from the pharmacy that’s just chock-full of DayQuil and Tea and cough drops and like a single bandaid

He poorly plays it off as “uh, your first aid kit was low, remember?”

Once you’re well and truly sick, he’d be stubborn as a mule if you tried to keep him away. You lock him out of your apartment? You wake up from a nap wrapped in a Devil-shaped blanket to find that someone picked your window lock.

At that point, you just cave and let him stay because you are so cold and he’s so so warm.

Mikey

Not afraid of using his puppy dog eyes to get you to stay home or in bed.

Also not afraid of crying wolf and pretending that he’s not feeling well to make you take a break

“Sorry, pet, my head is hammerin’. Think we could lay down fer a bit?”

Combined WITH the puppy eyes? You don’t stand a chance.

Though you usually take care of the housework while he’s dealing with his family’s business, he wouldn’t let you lift a finger until your temperature was normal and your voice came back.

It’s as if you’re the only person that exists to him, he’s running around trying to anticipate your every need.

It’s been a while since he’s dealt with the real world so he might ask Birdy for advice on how to care for a sick person.

Lots of home remedies (idk just vibes.)

He would have you lean against him in a scalding shower to clear your sinuses or draw you a nice bath.

Keep cool water and a cloth by the bed to bring your fever down.

Hand you cup after cup of tea until you have to threaten to tie him to the bed.

“Just lay with me, please”

“Of course, pet. Anything fer ya.”

[saninthebuilding]

"my hero"

❤️‍🩹 pairing: jeon jungkook x reader

❤️‍🩹 summary: after getting out of surgery to fix up your breathing issues, you're stuck in bed as per the doctor's orders. and just because it's over, that doesn't mean all the fear and worry that came with the operation just disappear. luckily, jungkook is there to help you through it all, just as you are for him.

❤️‍🩹 word count: 1k

❤️‍🩹 genre: boyfriend!jungkook au, fluff, surgery comfort

❤️‍🩹 trope: pre-established relationship

❤️‍🩹 warnings: mentions of hospitals and doctors, mentions of sleep, mentions of teary eyes which eventually lead to tears, mentions of blood, mentions of surgery, jungkook being adorable, mentions of fear, talk about death but like not explicitly

❤️‍🩹 a/n: lil self-indulgent drabble all for myself (again ik) because haha i'm outta the hospital now. :D ALSO UM JUNGKOOK'S VISUAL AT JENNIE'S CK EVENT OMG I'M LITERALLY CRYING HOW CAN SOMEONE BE SO FINE AND SO CUTE AT THE SAME TIME I LOVE HIM SO MUCH

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letting out a grunt, i attempt to roll over on my side, but an arm shoots out to keep me in place.

"y/n, you know the doctor said no sudden movements" jungkook says, gently pushing me back into the bed.

"but i wanna look at you" i whine, turning my head to the right as i try to meet his gaze.

he lets out a sigh, exasperated by my antics.

it's been 15 minutes of this. each time i would try to face him, and each time he would remind me of the doctor's orders.

"ok ok, come here" jungkook whispers as he inches closer to me.

gripping my shoulders with his arms, he gently guides me into a sitting position, before practically lifting me up and placing me in his lap.

"jungkook!" i yelp, startled as he wraps his arms around my waist from behind, "that was a very sudden movement!"

"no!" he protests, giggling, "i was very careful! and plus, i got tired of not being able to hold you."

smiling to myself, i lean back into his chest, letting his solid form support me.

it had been 24 hours since i'd gotten out of surgery, and the entire time i had been stuck in bed. it was horrible. i hadn't been able to do anything other than sleep or eat, and the bleeding was a whole other problem.

since they'd operated on me to fix my breathing issues, they'd cut whatever was causing my nasal congestion out, which meant blood. a lot of blood.

i could only imagine how many trees had been needed to make all the tissues i'd used up.

"i was so scared, you know?" jungkook says as he rests his chin on my shoulder, his breath tickling my neck. "the doctor had told us how he was a professional and whatnot, but i couldn't help feeling worried about all the risks he'd mentioned. when you went in, i was terrified. i thought..."

he swallows, the words seemingly caught in his throat, and i feel his chest rise and fall against my spine.

"i thought that would be the last time i see you."

"oh jungkook" i whispered softly, heart melting at his concern for me.

sitting up, i slowly move to face him, and his hands are instantly on my hips, helping me turn around. when i'm finally settled, i wrap my arms around his neck and lean down so we're face to face.

"look at me" i whisper, using a hand to gently cup his chin, "jungkook i'm right here. i'm okay. nothing's going to happen to me. it's over."

his eyes are shiny, and he's biting his lower lip, but he looks at me with bright, wide eyes. his hands run up and down my sides as if to convince himself i'm truly okay.

i press a soft kiss to his forehead, before smiling at him.

"if you were this worried about me, i think my worry was nothing."

he lets out a chuckle, shaking his head.

"of course not, i saw how scared you were. plus, i was only watching you go in. you were the one getting operated on. that must have been really stressful."

i nod, remembering how panicked i was when i walked into the operation room.

"yea, i was. it felt too bright and too loud, as if i was gonna pass out. i wish you could have come in with me, because although all the doctors introduced themselves to try and make me comfortable, it was still scary. i missed you in there."

"oh, y/n" jungkook breathes as he hugs me closer, "look at you, you're alright."

feeling tears start to fill my eyes as i finally let go of all the emotions that had built up since yesterday, i let jungkook pull me into his chest, a sob slipping past my lips.

"i was so scared jungkook" i whisper, voice shaking, "i thought something would go wrong and then i'd never see you again."

"shhh, it's okay" he rubs a hand along my back, easing the tension in my muscles and encouraging me to collapse against him.

"you're my brave girl. so strong. you're my hero, y/n."

i let out a watery giggle, sniffling slowly so i don't further irritate my nose.

"you think so?" i ask as i pull back to look him in the eyes.

jungkook reaches up to cup my cheeks in his hands, legs folding under me so i'm firmly planted in his lap.

"i know so" he smiles, his own eyes glistening again as he pulls me down and kisses me gently.

"now come on, enough of that" jungkook tutts, wiping my tears with his thumbs, "get some rest."

he helps me lie back down on the pillows he'd propped up for me, before adjusting the covers around my shoulders.

"are you okay?" he asks, tracing my cheekbone with his thumb.

i nod, leaning into his touch, before turning to press a kiss to his palm.

"perfect" i croak out, before laughing at my own voice.

jungkook's gaze is soft as he watches me, before he shimmys down the matress and rests his head on my stomach.

i raise my eyebrows, confused.

"so you can see me" he teases, sticking his tongue out at me.

i laugh, letting a hand rest on his head, gently playing with his hair.

"thank you jungkook," i smile, "i don't know what i would do without you."

"i love you y/n," jungkook smiles softly, grabbing the hand that i had placed in his hair and kissing the inside of my wrist gently. "and i'll always be here for you. with you. promise."

my smile grows, until i'm giggling like a little kid. he laughs along with me, bunny teeth peeking out from behind his pink lips.

"oh jungkook, i love you so much."

"shhhhh go to sleep" he giggles, and i roll my eyes, smiling, before leaning back into my pillow and closing my eyes.

the kiss he presses to my stomach tells me he loves me just the same. 

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❤️‍🩹 i hope you enjoyed! likes, comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated! thank you for reading!

[floppydiskettess]

alone (chamber x reader) (hurt/comfort)

a/n: im writing this in a super bad episode, if it sucks im sorry. i just need some sort of comfort right now and with this i can pretend i have someone who cares about me. i can pretend that someone actually notices that i am hurting.

tw: sh (hitting self, nothing gorey), severe depression, depressive episodes

when chamber returned to your shared living space, he was not expecting to be greeted to the suffocating silence surrounding the house.

"mon ange? are you here?" he called out but recieved nothing back. had you gone out on a mission?

he set down his items on a counter nearby and approached the bedroom. as he got closer he heard the small sounds of shuffling. when he sat right outsid ghe door, he heard the shaky heavy breathing on the other side just barely audible.

he frowns and worry crosses his face, he knocks on the door immediately.

"darling...? what's wrong? can you please let me in..?"

when you open the door, he lets out a soft gasp as he takes in your appearence. tear stains are present and running down your face from your exhausted dark eyes, just behind you he can see a bunch of little items thrown around as if an animal had ran through the room. he looked around before noticing the soft purple bruises forming on your arms. he nearly started crying then and there.

"mon dieu..what happened mon couer?" he says quietly as if he were trying not to spook you. as he takes in the state of you and the room, you begin crying harder. you messed up HIS space...he is going to be so mad...heisgoingtoleavemeand-

you feel two hands on your shoulders attemptijg to ground you. "hey hey...listen can you follow my breathing for me love?" he says as he pulls you into his chest so you can hear his breathing.

as you mimic his breathing, he softly praises you. "good job...thats it. i'm so proud.."

the only sound in the room is the two of you's soft breathing with the occasional sniffle. he loving rubs your back as he whispers softly into your hair.

"do you feel any better now dear?" when he feels your slow nod into his shoulder he smiles and hugs you tighter.

when you pull away from him, his rests hos hand on your cheek and slowly caresses his thumb over it.

"..do you want to talk about it..? it's alright if not. just tell me what you need."

"i just...why can't i be good at anything...? you have your gun designs...i just have nothing i am good at. i can't draw, or fight, or even be good at video games.."

"oh dear...i'm sorry you feel like that...i promise you that your "thing" will come soon alright? you don't have to be perfect for me or anyone else. now, can i ask where the bruises came from...? ....did you do that?"

seeing you shakily nod is all he needs before he grabs your arm and kisses it softly

"oh honey...why? you need to be careful. i love you so much ok? if you ever feel like this again please call me..i don't want you to suffer through this alone.." he says in a shaky tone you have never heard before. he sound...scared. observing the room around him, he can tell in your throwing match with the random trinkets that you had hit yourself on various items..his heart nearly shattered. when he hears you small muffled apology, he sighs.

"you have no need to be sorry, i am simply happy you are safe...now, what can we do to get this off your mind hm? would you like to watch that new show you told me about?" he said as he gave you a caring gaze.

the rest of the night was spent cuddling on the bed, you quickly fell asleep feeling drained from the stress. when you woke up, the room was tidy and you were pressed gently into his bare chest as he rubbed your back and let out soft breaths into your hair.

"you are not alone anymore mon amour. please, if you need lean on me. i will support you."

sorry for the self indulgent post. i literally described my morning but added someone there 💀. uh anyways i hope you all are doing ok and if you need support to reach out!

(please do not vent on this post)

[lxvebun]

gentle hearts

request: would like to request megumi/yuji dating a reader that is very emotionally sensitive :) if you don’t feel like writing it that’s perfectly okay! I love your work <3

buns notes: hi angel!!thank you for requesting and for being so patient! I hope you like this as well and I hope you have a good day!

content: Sukuna/Yuuji/Megumi x gender neutral reader. Fluff + comfort. Kissing. Crying. Mentions of violence in Sukuna's part.(not towards reader) blood (sukuna). English is not my first language so I'm sorry for any mistakes!

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Sukuna

This was disgustingly self indulgent forgive me anon

♡-He really admires your sensitivity. He barely has any :)

♡-It piqued his curiosity that you feel everything so deeply. From love and happiness to grief and sorrow you carry these emotions on your sleeve, even if you don't necessarily want to.

♡-Although it makes him curious, it doesn’t mean he’ll purposefully make you emotional. He hates seeing you cry. He's done terrible things, made scenes that put everyone else whose eyes laid upon it guts twist, without as much as blinking. He doesn't feel anything when his hands are dripping in blood but God seeing you cry feels like his veins are starting to pump poison through his body and his non-existent heart is being ripped out of his chest.

♡-And he had to learn the hard way that storming over to you and harshly demanding what happened. Who made you cry? Give him names. Is not exactly the best way to soothe you.

♡-So when he sees you flinch and more tears start to spill out, his attitude immediately changes. He's the king of curses he knows that he can be terrifying and to some even uttering his name shoots fear into their heart, but you look at him with such a soft love-filled look, so much light and admiration, when he's with you he kinda forgets that he is so scary

♡-Don’t worry tho! every day he’s learning more and more about how to take care of you. So rest assured he’ll be there to wipe the tears away. And give you a big smooch for good measure.

Yuuji

♡-Yuuji is honestly just like you. He feels everything strongly and deeply. At first it didn’t bother him, it was actually one of the traits he liked about himself. When he loved someone, he told them, which would lead to stronger bonds and when he needed to cry, he cried which after a good session would make him feel a lot lighter than he felt before.

♡-Now though, with everything going on in his life, and he quite literally carries the safety of the world on his shoulders, he hates the fact he feels everything so deeply. it's a constant state of happy and depressing emotions because he did meet Fushiguro, and Gojo, and Nobara, and he is sure his grandpa is proud of him, but he's already feeling the dread and fear of leaving this world, his friends behind. He's already afraid of what comes next and with every finger he consumes it just gets stronger. until you, ray of sunshine entered his life as well

♡-It’s nice to meet someone who was also emotionally sensitive, which lead to many late night conversations under the stars or on the floor of his bedroom, which eventually lead to your first kiss<3

♡-Whenever the emotions get to heavy to carry, just being around you overflows him with enough love to drown all these negative feelings out. Truly your presence alone is enough to soothe him and vice versa

♡-Yuuji is only one call away. If you need him he will be there as fast as he can

♡-It’s difficult being a sensitive person in such a cruel world, but as long as you and yuuji have eachother, you know you can survive it.

Megumi

♡-He's quite soft-spoken which is great! His voice is calming and when he's letting those sickeningly sweet words of love and adoration for you fall from his lips, you're basically melting into a little puddle. But, when he's just talking normally, his voice doesn't carry a lot of emotion and neither does his expression. So it is pretty easy, especially for you, to start assuming he's annoyed or bored which with your heightened sensitivity isn’t great and it shoots you into a heavy spiral of overthinking that maybe you have upset him in some way which eventually leads you to  distance yourself

♡-STOP IT

♡-He recharges on YOU. One hour spent with Gojo or Yuuji drains him of his brain cells and energy and the only cure is you. So when you start avoiding him, distancing yourself from him, And he's not receiving his daily kisses and cuddles that he very much needs, the expressions and emotion in his voice become even more sour.

♡-He won’t let it go for long though, megumi is nothing short of persistent. He will give you puppy eyes. Please let him in

♡-And after you do open up to him, expect to be showered in precious little kisses all over your face along with soft whispers thanking you for letting him in and trusting him with this.

♡- Even if he does sound annoyed or he’s feeling a little irritated, you will never be the cause of it.

♡-As much as he tries he can’t really help his expressions and voicetone, BUT he’ll become a lot more physically affectionate to let you know, everything is okay. Even if he is actually annoyed or mad it's not directed towards you. Its towards Gojo ₍ᐢ. ̫.ᐢ₎

Thank you for reading bunnies!<3

[taissaswifelowkey]

Yellowjackets calling/texting you pt.ii!

a/n: DAMNN okay so i really need to figure out how to insert hyperlinks without it showing the whole thing 💀💀 also in pt i, i mistakenly added jackie TWICE instead of including lottie :(( my bad. ig it’ll be up to us to interpret who’s who 😭

i also decided to do a modern timeline for once!! proofread and as usual feedback is always welcome and enjoy 🥶💯💯

italics = texts, dialogues will be known with quotation marks

warnings: mentions of canon elements! they’re light spoilers but i’d rather be safe than sorry about ruining the show for someone. self-indulgent but you already know it yellowjackets gay propaganda 😎‼️‼️

modern timeline

📚 with meetings, galas and interviews and both of your conflicted schedules taissa doesn’t always have time to be with you (even though you’re often her plus one!) you’re not that much at the house at the same time but she’ll always text you to check up on you, making sure you and sammy are okay. ive said this once and ill say it again, ms turner is an avid ellipses and ok user. also uses the 👍 emoji

I made pasta!!

👍 Nice.

I might come home late…

Whose body do I need to bury??

i think she’ll also send you motivational quotes, or something related to philosophy. or anything that reminds her of your relationship. she can be simultaneously romantic and so nerdy, you love it

You know what this reminds me of? A certain quote of Socrates.

You talk about that guy more than you do about me 😒😒😒

🛹 if im thinking idealistically, it would be random texting with van. anything from memes, to weird statements, to memes again. but if you want my solid truthful opinion? i think she’s not really that big on technology. will mostly call you for hours using her vintage landline. you two however do keep contact with each other in any way when you’re apart, or when she’s on yj business

This TikTok has me rolling and sobbing

TikTok as in…the clock? Why would it make you cry? Are you okay?

phone calls when you are away! she loves hearing your voice :(( and you love hearing her laugh. she swears it’s awful but you like it in a “i like that laugh, hahaha” way. but back to idealist thinking, she would honestly use a list of emojis to communicate like

😁😃☺️😌😊👌

What’s happening?

I’m saying yes for the groceries get with the times 🙄😒🫤

🕷️ nat will forget to answer your text messages but she’ll still answer you as soon as she remembers? or she’ll just reply to you in person. otherwise than that she’ll take pictures of anything that reminds her of you. idk why but i think she texts in all caps unintentionally. would also have a few typos

I HATE TRAFFIC

Omg are you okay?

UTS FINE I JSUY DONT KIKE YRFFUF BUT IM OAKY

would use all sorts of emojis in any context but according to her interpretation. it leaves you confused most of the time like what does 🦵 mean???

🎀 hear me out…same as van i feel that adult lottie doesn’t use her phone that much??? i mean sure a few texts here and there but it’s not allll the time. HOWEVERRRR if, let’s say you’re on some trip or something, she will call/text/facetime you every now and then. would also text you right after calling

Heyyy how are you 🥰🥰🥰

Good :)) and you?

Great but I just miss you

It’s only been 30 secs since we hanged up lot 😭😭

is the type of person to send you recommendations on outdoors or indoor activities like “we should do this 🥰🥰🥰”

🦉 misty is a serial texter (when she has time, being a nurse and a secondhand dexter takes up a lot of time) so, sporadically, you’ll have messages. pictures of her coffee, or to gossip with you and minion memes. im telling you your inbox are spammed with facebook memes to the point of it being slightly concerning? also uses acronyms and 😂🤣

LOL check THIS out I am ROFLING 😂😂😂

This is the 10th minion meme in a day 😭😭

will also correct you. is literally ☝️🤓 but it’s something about those asterisks and corrections that brings a smile to your face

🪵 shauna is basically your virtual reminder. you hardly even use the notes app. sends you voice messages and expects you to reply with the same format. sends you pictures of what she did throughout the day

Look at what I found in our garden today!!

Aww that’s a cute bunny can we name it Mayfield

WILL and WILL expect you to answer directly, or at least answer 10 minutes after. of course that not apply when you’re busy but if she’s doing the groceries and you’re at home you can answer, right? right???

🧸 voice messages with jackie taylor. like, podcasts. lots of tiktok memes, insta reels, just like lottie she will send you couple activities and be like we should do this omggg 😍😍😍 uses emojis, sometimes will spam you and WILL expect you to answer her too.

Hey beautifullll 🥰

Hi :)

Can you pls listen to my voice memo

Jax it’s three minutes long 😭😭

So??? It’s a signed masterpiece LISTEN TO IT

i think she’s also the type to send you playlists but also random recommendations, not just couple stuff. like clothing, jewellery, or makeup if that’s your thing. if you two are apart expect lots of 1 hour facetimes and thirty minutes of texting right after

[theamityelf]

I also would like to hear about Makoto also being kidnapped because if dr1 is anything to go off of he would be put into a bunch of dangerous situations for the sake of finding clues or taking down the mastermind and come back alive.

Also the prospect of Kokichi lashing out because he thinks he's lost the one person who believed in him and Makoto wanting SO BADLY to comfort him or make him understand but can't during this situation. Then later when he gets kidnapped when there is time, Makoto tries to make him understand that he has NEVER stopped believing in Kokichi he just thinks he crossed a line but he NEVER EVER hated him. Despite all of Kokichi's efforts Makoto has never hated him and I would like to know if he breaks down (from relief or grief that he doesn't think he deserves that kindness surprise me) or if it's just a small but meaningful consolation while he dies (because Makoto would never just LET Kokichi die no matter how much he did) that someone cared. It makes me go FERAL.

Please.

Absolutely! I'm right there with you, lol.

Okay, I can imagine it going down a few ways.

First of all, I can imagine Makoto starts asking too many questions when Kokichi says he's the mastermind, to the point that Kokichi realizes Makoto will undermine his "big reveal" if left unchecked, so he goes ahead and grabs him when he grabs Kaito, to make sure the group's reasons for questioning him are pulled out of play.

Alternatively, I can imagine that the whole "everything Kokichi does to mess with someone else ends up affecting Makoto by accident" thing that gets repeatedly set up earlier in the AU comes into play again here, in that Kokichi truly meant to only grab Kaito, but the Exisal accidentally grabbed Makoto, too, and rather than look like he made a mistake and isn't fully in control of these things, he plays it off like he meant to do that and takes Makoto with him.

Either way, Kaito is locked in the bathroom by himself and I imagine Makoto being kept elsewhere. If I'm being self-indulgent (which I am 😁) Makoto is kept in the big main area with Kokichi, to facilitate all that conversation and hurt/comfort.

(The bathroom has a window, and it's fine for Kaito to talk to people outside, since Kaito is buying into the idea of Kokichi as the enemy, but Makoto can't be allowed to talk to anyone and spread his belief that Kokichi is lying.)

And at that point, it becomes such an "I'm not trapped in here with you; you're trapped in here with me!" situation. Sorry, Kokichi; you can't run from him now. He's here, he believes in who you demonstrated yourself to be in your best moments, and he wants to have a genuine conversation with you. Makoto is using all the information he's gathered over the course of the killing game to contradict Kokichi being the mastermind, and Kokichi is doing his best to demoralize him as a last ditch effort to not have to deal with him. Maybe invoking Gonta as a kind of, "Do you want to be the next fool who believes in me until it's too late?" But Makoto's resolve doesn't shake.

Kokichi's smug mask falls and it devolves into a shouting match where Kokichi is pulling out every low blow he can and insisting that he's an evil supreme leader (Panic Talk Action, anyone?) and in the end Makoto just says, "No...that's wrong." And the last facade shatters.

I want Kokichi crying into Makoto's shoulder, wailing, "I really liked Gonta! And I really liked Miu!"

And then, because he can't help himself, once he's done crying, he sits up with a brittle smile, like, "Wow, did you really fall for that again?" (It's so ineffective, because he literally just went through the full process of sobbing to shuddering to sniffling to just breathing, and it was very gradual and peaceful, and then he just sits up like "lol jk".)

And Makoto replies, "Yeah. I did."

"Stupidhead. Obviously I was lying. You're so naive, it's a wonder you've made it this long. Maybe I'll put you out of your misery."

OR, if I'm being suuuuper self-indulgent, maybe Makoto actually gets hurt in the accidental Exisal grab and Kokichi can't do any of the posturing because as soon as they're locked in the hangar and the Exisal lets them go, they realize that Makoto is bleeding profusely and he and Kaito have to rush to give him emergency first aid. They're bickering the whole time.

Kaito's blaming Kokichi and Kokichi is blaming Makoto, like, "Why didn't you tell me you were bleeding, idiot?!"

Kaito's like, "Why would he?! You said you never cared about any of us!"

And yet Kokichi is so serious about making sure Makoto's okay, it occurs to Kaito that maybe that was a lie, too.

[guess-my-next-obsession]

The Stable Girl: Chapter Eight

pairing: joel miller x f!reader (Sunshine)

chapter rating: E (face sitting, ass eating, unprotected anal sex, double penetration, squirting, talks of Sarah’s death, joel crying, baby stuff, breastfeeding, all in all these two just being obsessed with each other)

word count: 5.2k

authors note: this is mostly just a soft filler chapter with literally the most filthy smut i’ve written for these two. super self indulgent and fluffy bc i just wanna give these two happiness 😭

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“Could you grab another blanket, baby? I think Luna’s getting cold.” You were sat out in the backyard around a bonfire, Luna fast asleep in your arms while Lucas laid in Maria’s.

“Sure thing, darlin.” Joel kissed your head as he stood up from his spot beside you and walked inside.

The twins had just reached the four-month mark, their distinct personalities now making it easy to tell the two apart though they looked so similar.

Luna was a lovebug, always needing to be held and spoiled with kisses. She rarely cried and was a big fan of the sound of laughter, her own giggles beginning to sound more human than the incoherent crackles from before. She loved to eat and loved to sleep even more. She was the easy baby.

And then there was Lucas. A Miller boy through and through. He rarely slept, loved a good tantrum, but when you got him in the right mood, he was the softest and most cuddly baby boy in the world. His eyes were just like his fathers, and whenever you looked into them, you swore you saw the same kind of soul inside that you saw when you looked into Joel’s—soft and sensitive, good and honest.

Around you at the fire sat Tommy, Maria, their now seven-year old daughter Vivienne, Ellie, and Ellie’s “kind of special, I guess” friend (as Ellie dubbed her), Cat. Joel had managed to hunt a rare Bison, giving most of the meat to the town’s butcher but reserving enough for a little barbecue.

As someone who lost their parents very young, you felt a swelling amount of joy and belonging in your heart on nights like these. You’d lost a father, a mother, and most recently cut all ties with your brother, but by some miracle found a new group of people to call your family—a home in the midst of desolation.

“Here, lemme take her for a while,” Joel returned holding a fleece blanket, scooping the sleeping baby girl out of your arms and into his.

It was nights like these that your adoration for the man beside you became almost unbearable, your entire body longing to climb on his lap and hug him so tightly that you merged into one being.

He was so attentive with your children, so helpful and patient, so sweet with you, and on top of all the emotional needs he was meeting, he also looked criminally handsome. He outdid himself tonight, wearing your favorite flannel, leaving the top few buttons open to show off the chest you so dearly wished to pepper with kisses.

It was impossible not to be absolutely head over heels in love with him, and now with one year of feeling this way under your belt, you were sure that the feeling would never fade no matter how many years passed.

“Hey, I heard we’re gonna have to build another stable with all the horses you’ve been wranglin’ from outside,” Tommy called over the fire to you, your eyes unwilling to turn away from Joel. He was leaning down, head tilted, smile wide and dimpled, mumbling to your baby girl and making her giggle. Tommy whistled at you and your head finally turned, a smile still on your face from watching your partner. “You hear me?”

“Yeah,” you nodded, shrugging. “It’s no big deal.”

“No big deal? You went from not bein’ able to even hold a gun to bein’ out there able to hold your own. We’re proud of you.” Maria interjected with a smile, a soft chuckle leaving your lips at the praise. You never were very good at receiving a compliment.

“Well, thank you guys. I like it out there now…in very small doses.” Joel chuckled at your response, your eyes meeting his. He reached over and tapped your knee with a half-grin.

“I’m proud of you, sweetheart.” You just smiled down at your lap, too consumed with your cutesy feelings for him to look him in the eye anymore. Joel must’ve sensed something was up because not a minute later he was scooting his chair closer to yours until your thighs were flush together, his hand reaching to rub at your back mindlessly as he carried on conversation with his family. “Tommy, I was an angel growin’ up. You were the bad one. Remember that time you skipped class and then I got grounded for it?”

“Oh, hell, this shit again,” Tommy chuckled and shook his head. “It wasn’t my fault.”

“No, but you coulda said somethin!” You chuckled at his enthusiasm, rarely seeing him in such a social mood.

“What happened?” You asked softly, nudging his side with your shoulder. Joel turned to look at you with a chuckle, eyes flickering to your lips before speaking.

“Tommy was a freshman and I was a junior, and I’m at school because I wasn’t bad like him. I actually enjoyed learnin—“

“Alright, Einstein,” Tommy interrupted with a chuckle.

“Anyways, I guess Tommy ditched class to go hang out at the mall or smoke cigarettes or somethin, I don’t know. But they call up our parents and tell ‘em that their son had skipped school, and my parents thought that Tommy was a saint, so they automatically assumed it was me,” Joel chuckled and pointed his finger at Tommy. “And Tommy didn’t say shit! He got home at the same time I did, and he listened to them nail into me and ground me for a god damn month and let me take the fall.”

“I wasn’t about to get grounded and ruin my perfect reputation with mom and dad.” Tommy shrugged and took a sip of his beer.

“Unbelievable,” Joel chuckled and turned his head to look at you, your eyes batting from exhaustion and some dreamy sort of affection for him that was always present but extra apparent at the moment. He leaned in to your ear and whispered to you. “You tired, baby?”

“A little,” you looked at him, hoping that he’d see the longing in your eyes for him so that you wouldn’t have to say the words. “I’m gonna go put the babies down and take a bath.”

“Alright,” he smiled at you as you took Luna into your arms before walking around to grab Lucas with the other, both babies fussing a bit at being woken up but quickly going back to sleep.

•••

“Y’all have a good night,” Joel said goodbye to his brother and his family, seeing them out through the back gate before going over to the fire to put it out, Ellie and Cat still sitting there talking. “Sorry, girls. Gotta put this out before I get too lazy to do it later.”

“No problem, we’re headed inside anyways.” Ellie stood up and grabbed Cat’s hand, Joel smiling to himself at her affectionate side making a rare appearance.

“Have a good night, kids.” He called out to them and Ellie waved at him from over her shoulder as they disappeared into her garage-turned-bedroom.

With the fire now out, Joel could head inside, desperate to get his hands on Sunshine like he’d been itching to do all night long.

He wasn’t sure if she was even aware of it, but she was wearing the same knit dress that she wore the night they first slept together, and it was driving him wild. He wanted to recreate that night, him on the couch, her riding him with their clothes still on because they were too desperate to wait. Every time she looked over at him with that innocent smile, cradling his babies one at a time, he felt consumed with a almost maddening kind of love for her. He’d do anything she asked of him, good or bad, right or wrong, it didn’t matter.

She was in the bathroom when he finally found her, wrapped in a towel and brushing her teeth. Joel smiled at her through the mirror, leaning against the doorframe and crossing his arms. She giggled and tipped her chin up at him through the mirror, as though to ask “what’s up?”.

“Just enjoyin’ the view,” he was tired, his voice huskier and deeper than normal, and he knew the effect it would have on her. Sunshine grinned as she spit out her toothpaste, swishing her mouth with a homemade mouthwash she concocted before turning around to smile at him.

“I’ve been enjoying the view all night. It’s a nice view.” She pulled him in by his belt loops, Joel breathing in the delicate scent of her soap as he ran his hands up and down her arms.

“Have you?” He sounded truly surprised by her confession, not having caught a single hint that she must’ve tried throwing his way.

“You didn’t know?” She asked with equal shock, Joel shaking his head.

“No, why didn’t you say somethin’? I woulda kicked ‘em all out hours ago.” He trailed his fingertips over the edge of the towel around her chest, slowly undoing the fold she’d created there to keep it on. Sunshine held it on her body, just allowing the front to fall open. Joel sucked in a sharp inhale at the sight of her body, her breasts still larger than normal from the breastfeeding but the rest of it returning to the state it was in when he met her aside from a few new stretch marks that he’d become well acquainted with over the past few months, showering them with kisses. “Look at you, baby. I’ll never get enough of this.”

“You flatter me, Joel Miller,” she smiled at him the way she did when she was trying her best to accept a compliment, her mouth twisting a little and the apples of her cheeks becoming more prominent. He traced over her cheekbone with his thumb, trailing it down to her bottom lip before pinching her chin.

“I love you so damn much, you know that?” His sincerity seemed to come as a shock to her, that bashful smile fading to a look of awe. “I’m so glad you picked me. Can’t imagine my life without you in it.”

“Joel,” she chuckled, her shy smile returning again. “You’re going to make me cry, you know my hormones are still all over the place.”

He laughed, nodding at her before softening his eyes. “I can’t help it. I’m so in love with you.”

She stood up off the counter, letting her towel fall to the floor as she walked him back against the opposite wall, her hand holding his jaw as she pulled him down for a kiss. Joel groaned into it, his hands gripping her hips and tugging her tight to his frame. Sunshine was kissing him breathless, his brows furrowing as he tried his best to show her how much he loved her through such a small physical act.

“I need you,” she whispered against his lips, Joel nodding as he kissed her again, backing her out of the bathroom and down the hall to his bedroom, the couple making sure to be quiet as to not disturb the sleeping infants in the next room.

“Fuck, I love you, baby,” he breathed out as he shut the door with his foot, his hands now palming her ass.

“I want…wanna try something tonight,” she pulled away from him, her smile bashful as she looked up into his eyes. “But I don’t know if you’ll want to do it.”

“I’ll do anything for you.” It was sincere. It didn’t matter what she asked of him—it was hers.

“I wanna…have all of you tonight. As much as I can get.” She unbuttoned his flannel as she spoke, Joel’s eyes locked on her fingertips and his breathing shallow. “I want you…to fuck me in the ass—“

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Joel breathed out in a barely audible whisper, his cock going from a half-chub to painfully hard in a second.

“And while you do that, I want your fingers inside my pus—“

Joel didn’t need another word to leave her lips, his mouth crashing against hers as he picked her up, ignoring her giggled squeal as he walked her to the bed and laid her down, his body covering hers like a shield.

“You’re so fuckin’ perfect, darlin’…do you feel how hard you got me?” He pressed himself against her bare center, Sunshine’s eyes rolling back in her head as the seam of his jeans rubbed her clit just right. “You want all of me tonight, baby?”

Sunshine said nothing, simply nodding her head adamantly and ripping his shirt open, the buttons flying across the room.

“I’ll fix it tomorrow,” she breathed out as her lips latched onto his neck, his hips still grinding against her as she fumbled with his belt buckle. “Use the belt on me.”

“What?” He asked in a chuckle, lifting his head to look at her.

“Tie my hands behind my back when you fuck me.” Joel couldn’t help the moan that slipped out at her request, his cock having already been aching for her when she was simply wearing a dress and cradling his children. Now here she was asking the most filthy, sensual requests from him, and he was barely hanging on.

“Fuckin’ hell, baby,” he quickly forced his jeans and underwear off his body, stepping out of them before flipping her over onto her knees, her ass arched in the air in the middle of the bed. Joel used his belt to bind her wrists together, slipping the leather through the slats in his headboard. “Like this?”

“Yes, fuck me,” she moaned out, Joel’s eyes lowering to her dripping pussy. He let out a growl as he lowered his mouth to her slit, spreading her arousal around to her tighter hole with his tongue. He could feel her pussy fluttering as he swirled his tongue around her tight ring of muscle, his fingers joining the party and slipping inside of her pussy to target that special spot inside. “Oh my god, Joel…I need it so bad.”

“I know, sweetheart, but I gotta work you open first. Don’t wanna hurt you,” he placed a kiss to the round swell of her ass, her walls twitching around his fingers as he continued to fuck her with them. He pulled them out once he was well drenched in her slick, rubbing the two fingertips over her tight ring, adding pressure as he went. “You ever done this before?”

“What do you think?” She quipped playfully.

“No?” He asked with a chuckle, Sunshine nodding. “Me neither, so…you gotta tell me what hurts and what feels good.”

“I will, baby.” Her soft and shy reassurance melted his heart a bit more than he expected, his lips pressing against the bottom of her spine.

Joel finally breached her entrance with one finger, taking it slow as he loosened her up, his other hand reaching down to rub at her clit the way he’d learned got her off best. Sunshine tugged at the restraints around her wrist as she let out a soft moan, their sex life not affected by the newborns aside from the volume in which they could fuck at now.

“Stay just like that,” he ordered, Sunshine nodding in compliance. Joel laid on his back between her open thighs, smiling at the view of her pussy right above his face. “Looks so damn good, darlin. Why don’t you sit down and give me a taste?”

Sunshine obliged, her pussy resting against his waiting mouth and grinding against it. Joel hummed at her taste, one hand holding her hip to keep her down against his mouth, the other reaching around to continue working her open while she rode his face.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” his finger was now all the way inside of her tight hole so he added another, surprised that the new digit triggered her orgasm, her pussy gushing on his tongue. Sunshine was breathless from holding in her moans, her thighs shaking around his head. “So sweet.”

“I’m ready, Joel. Please, fuck me in the ass,” Joel groaned against her inner thigh as he peppered it with kisses before sliding out from underneath her. He expertly flipped her onto her back, the belt twisting as she remained restrained to it. Smiling at her genuinely, the couple allowed themselves to laugh together for a moment, both so worked up that it was comical. “Mm, I love that I can laugh with you.”

Her words touched him in a way he hadn’t been prepared for, his smile turning into a loving frown.

“I love you, Sunshine.” He stroked her burning cheeks with his knuckles, his cock prodding at her entrance and sinking in out of instinct. Both of them gasped at the slick vacuum of her pussy around him, his thrusts deep and grinding before he was pulling out of her and repositioning himself at her other hole. “Are you sure about this?”

“Completely.” He leaned forward to kiss her as his cock slipped past the tight ring of muscle with little resistance from the slickness of her orgasm. Joel gasped at the tightness around the head of his girth, Sunshine’s face contorting into a look of pain.

“Are you okay, darlin? Is it too much?” She shook her head violently, a deep, animalistic moan falling from her lips as she pulled on her restraints to try and pull him down. Joel leaned forward, kissing her and cradling her face as he inched his length in little by little until he was fully seated inside of her. “So fuckin’ tight, baby. You ready for me to move?”

“Yes, yes, please,” she panted, Joel’s hands on either side of her body keeping him upright as he slid out before pushing all the way back in, her eyes rolling back in her head. “Jesus, you’re so fucking big, Joel. Feels so good.”

“You feel amazin’, honey…so good for me. Takin’ it all. You want more?” Joel rasped as he tried not to finish at the mere sight of her body beneath his, open and all for him.

“Yes, fuck, want your fingers,” she begged, opening her eyes. Joel softened his pleasured scowl, smiling down at her as he lowered his fingers to her dripping pussy, sliding them in while never once breaking eye contact. When he curled them up to rub against her spot at the same time as his cock thrusted into her, she shuddered with pleasure, her walls fluttering around him. “So good, it’s so fucking g-good, Joel.”

“I know, I know…so fuckin’ good. Makes you wanna cry, don’t it?” He purred into the air, his hips snapping into her while his fingers targeted her g-spot, thumb rubbing circles against her clit.

“I love you so much, Joel,” her eyes opened and she looked up at him like he hung the stars up in the sky, all restraint leaving him as he pounded into her furiously, his fingers cramping but unrelenting in their attack. “G-gonna make me cum, feels…too good…please cum with me, baby. Cum for me.”

“Fuck,” he closed his eyes for the first time, so close to the edge that he could tip over at anytime, but he wanted to do this together. Lowering his lips to hers, he felt her start to gush around his fingers, a wicked smile growing on his face. “You gonna squirt for me, Sunshine? Gonna make a mess?”

“Yes, yes, yes! I’m—oh!” He pulled his fingers out and watched as she wet his lower stomach, his hand now rubbing at her clit to work her through he pulsing orgasm that sucked his cock deeper into her tighter hole until he was pulling out and laying his cock on her stomach, white ropes of his release pooling there as he came so hard he nearly passed out. Joel was still moaning a full minute after his release hit him, the aftershocks of his bliss almost violent. “That was so good, baby.”

“Yeah, it was,” he agreed with a chuckle, leaning forward to undo the restraints on her wrists, frowning at the red marks left on her skin. “Did I hurt you?”

“No.” He tilted her head at her as though to ask the question again. “Only the good kind of hurt, I promise.”

“Next time I’ll find somethin’ softer to tie you up with,” he lowered his mouth to hers for a soft kiss, their breathing still labored and hearts still pounding. “We made a mess.”

“Yeah, we did.” She grinned at him, running her hands through his hair.

“Let’s hop in the shower,” he stood up and held his hand out for her to take, her legs weak, thighs trembling, and body covered in the mixture of their releases, but she stood up anyways, letting him carry most of her weight as they crept over to the bathroom with quiet giggles.

Their shower quickly turned into another bath once they washed off the mess of their romp, Sunshine’s back pressed against Joel’s chest in the hot water. Joel’s fingers trailed up and down her arm and shoulder, his lips kissing any bit of skin he could find as he hummed a song for her at her request.

“I wanna tell you about somethin’ I’ve been sorta holdin’ off on,” Joel’s voice was thick with exhaustion, but neither of them were quite ready to give up this time alone yet, their days consumed with taking care of their twins, going to work, and watching over Ellie. Sunshine tilted her head a bit to look at him better, his finger tracing the curve of her jawline.

“Okay,” she nodded, eyes searching his with concern.

“It ain’t nothin’ to worry about, just…I know I haven’t told you about the night Sarah passed, and…I don’t know. I guess it’s just taken me this long to finally be able to talk about it, so I wanna talk about it.” She nodded again, her hand rubbing his thigh beneath the water. “It was my birthday. She, uh, I was home late—always home late back then—and I remember feeling so damn tired. My start-up was just a damn weight around my neck, and I was a single dad—anyways. I just wanted to sleep, but she wasn’t havin’ that, not without makin’ sure I felt special on my birthday…my sweet baby girl.”

Joel smiled at the memory, Sarah holding out the small box, his hands opening it to see a watch—the watch that was now sitting on the bathroom counter.

“She gave me that watch over there. I don’t know how she did it or where she got the money—she said she was selling ‘hardcore drugs’.” Sunshine chuckled, her eyes locked on his as he told the story. “Anyways, I put her to bed one minute, and the next I was bein’ woken up by this commotion outside. I turned on the news and saw…chaos. I don’t know how to explain it, but it just felt like one bad, bad dream.”

“I remember,” she nodded, Joel’s eyes turning to hers. He kissed her forehead and hummed.

“I found her awake, in my office. Had to grab my gun and kill one of our neighbors who’d already been infected right in front of my little girl. It was awful.” He nuzzled his cheek against her head, hugging her body close. “And then Tommy came and picked us up. Left all our shit behind. It was chaos, everyone tryin’ to get out but nobody able to.”

He took a beat before continuing, the next part the hardest to retell.

“Everything was happenin’ so fast. I hardly remember it all. Just bits and pieces. Me and Sarah runnin’ through the town on fire, seein’ shit neither of us ever should’ve had to see…and then I thought we’d made it. Thought we were in the clear. But…the military had already occupied the town, and there was one guard out in the field we’d ran into.” He sighed, closing his eyes and squeezing them shut for a minute as the scene played over in his head, a tear falling down his cheeks at the memory he’d kept locked away for so long now finally being brought back to the surface. “I didn’t know he had a gun until it was too late. I tried…tried to reason with him. Tell him we weren’t sick. None of it mattered. He got the order to shoot, and he did.”

“Oh, baby.” She turned around in his hold, hugging him close in the water, her face nuzzled into his neck.

“I tried to dodge it, and I thought I did a good job. Thought I protected her—the only person I needed to protect. But…I didn’t.” He cleared his throat, taking in a deep breath. “She was shot in the stomach. Too much blood lost. Tommy and I stayed there for as long as we could, holdin’ her…tellin’ her I was sorry.”

Joel was fully crying now, held together only by the loving embrace of the woman in his arms. She squeezed him so tightly that in any other circumstance it might have hurt, but at that moment it just made him feel like he wouldn’t shatter. That he might make it out of retelling this story in one piece.

“We buried her that night—or Tommy did, I should say. I couldn’t…wasn’t of any use for a long time.” He wiped away his tears with the palm of his hand. “The watch got broken in the crossfire, and I left it like that for a long time. Didn’t want to touch it. Didn’t want to look at it. But, Ellie brought it to me when you were givin’ birth, repaired. She said she wanted me to have it so it could feel like Sarah was there with me, and…it did. I haven’t taken it off since except to shower. It just…makes me feel like I still have a part of her around. I think she’d love the twins. Think she’d love you.”

“I am so sorry, Joel. So sorry.” She lifted her head to look into his eyes, a small smile growing on his face.

“It’s okay,” he assured, kissing her forehead. “I’ve made my peace with it, or…I’m trying to at least.”

“I’m so proud of you.” Her words were sincere, thick with affection and pride. “None of that was your fault. I need you to know that. You didn’t fail her, didn’t hurt her, you were just trying to get her to safety and someone else came along and took her from you. None of it was your fault.”

“I love you,” he wouldn’t disagree with her like he wanted to, so he chose to say the second thing that popped into his mind. “You have given me so much. Helped me through so much. I…never thought I’d get to this point. And I owe it all to you, Ellie, and those twins that I think I can hear squawkin’ right now.”

“Thought I was hallucinating it,” she chuckled and he let out a small huff of amusement, kissing her forehead again. “Come on, let’s go deal with them and then get some rest. You look exhausted, my cowboy.”

“I am exhausted,” he nodded. Sunshine kissed his lips sweetly before standing up and stepping out of the tub, wrapping her body in a towel and holding one open for Joel as he joined her in the cold autumn air of the un-heated home.

They both shivered a bit as they dried off in the bedroom, changing into their pajamas before Joel headed in to the twins room while Sunshine changed the sheets.

Luna and Lucas were both up, the latter screaming his head off while his sister just stared with tired eyes at her father. Joel reached in to grab his baby boy first, bouncing him a bit in his arms and kissing the side of his head as he walked them back into their bedroom.

“Oh, he’s in a fussy mood,” Sunshine frowned as she took the baby into her arms, rocking him and humming as she kissed his forehead. Just like his father, Lucas was always immediately calmed by his mother’s presence, his screams turning into soft cries that turned into sniffles until he was nearly fast asleep again.

“Gonna bring in the other one,” he kissed the top of her head and left again, this time grabbing his baby girl with one arm and their respective blankets with the other.

When he walked into the room, Sunshine was laying in bed half-asleep, Lucas in her arms as he was breastfed. Joel stopped in the doorway to watch for minute, swept away by affection for her. She’d been working so hard lately, not only as a mother but also for the town. He could tell she was exhausted, and while he did everything he could to help carry the load, he still felt desperate to take away all the weight on her shoulders for a while.

So, after laying Luna down on the bed in between where her parents slept, Joel carefully plucked Lucas from her chest and walked him downstairs to make him a bottle.

“You need to take it easy on your mama, boy,” Joel playfully scolded his son as he drank his bottle, his eyes blinking up at his father. “I got a crush on her, you know? Don’t like seein’ her so tired all the time. And I know it ain’t your fault, us Miller boys have always been trouble—“

“Joel, baby,” Sunshine’s chuckles caused his head to whip around, Luna cradled in her arms. “What are you doing down here? Come up to bed.”

“I was just tryin’ to give you a break,” he walked over to her, his free arm wrapping around her shoulders to pull her into his side.

“I don’t need a break, I just need you in bed with me,” she assured, resting her head on his shoulders as they stood in the middle of their kitchen, looking down at their babies. “I think Luna’s good to go back to bed, she wasn’t hungry.”

“I’ll stay up with Lucas until he’s asleep,” he kissed her temple but she shook her head.

“So I gotta compete with my baby boy to get you in bed with me? I’ll start throwing tantrums if I have to,” she joked, Joel chuckling as he walked them upstairs.

“I promise I’ll be in bed in just a few minutes, baby.” The parents set their children down in their cribs, Lucas surprisingly going right to sleep now that his belly was full. Joel turned to a very sleepy and grumpy looking Sunshine, pointing at his son. “I think my talk with him is already startin’ to work.”

“Come here,” she pulled him in, wrapping her arms around his waist and hugging him close, her head on his chest. Joel hugged her back, kissing the top of her head as he swayed her. “You make me so needy for you. If I wasn’t so sleepy I’d ask you to fuck me again.”

“I can make a pot of coffee,” he joked, Sunshine chuckling against his chest.

“I can wait until morning,” she assured, letting go of him and taking his hand in hers as she led him back to their bedroom and into bed. She clung to him underneath the blankets, for warmth or sheer need for contact, he couldn’t be sure. “You’re my home, Joel. Never had one before I found you.”

“Sweet girl,” he kissed her for the millionth time that night, whispering sweet nothings to her until they were both fast asleep in each other’s arms.

Everything in his past led him here, every right, every wrong, everything that haunted him—it was all a stepping stone to her. He no longer could think about any of that, any of his demons, because in loving her, that everything had faded to nothing. Now, his everything belonged to one person, one beautiful soul that never seemed to get tired of him the way so many had before.

He wished more than anything that Sarah could be here with them, to see her father in love and happy, to be under his roof or under her own with her own family, it didn’t matter. But he knew deep down that she was in a better place, and that one day he’d be there with her again, and until then, he’d learn to feel content with her memory, the faintest sense of her presence whenever he wore his watch.

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[https-dollnini]

ᴢʙ1 ᴀꜱ ꜱᴀɴʀɪᴏ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ

Summary: My thoughts on what sanrio characters zb1 would be based off of their personality

Author Note: Was feeling a little silly and thought this was a good idea (I'm also a fat sanrio fan so this is very self indulgent)

ᴋɪᴍ ᴊɪᴡᴏᴏɴɢ ᴀꜱ ᴋᴜʀᴏᴍɪ

both of them look tough on the outside but are secretly sweet on the inside

defo people that pretend they listen to hard rock and then cry themselves to sleep with a ballad instead

the most misunderstood :(

but that means their also the ones to always include people and would rather die than make someone feel left out

i feel like the reason why i felt like jiwoong and kuromi matched the most in my head is because of how enigmatic and mysterious their personalities are made out to be

but trust that my man is a true softie at heart

ᴢʜᴀɴɢ ʜᴀᴏ ᴀꜱ ᴍʏ ᴍᴇʟᴏᴅʏ

do you see how coquette this man is

this paring is literally why i made this whole post

defo see my melody as a kind and gentle person

with hao as mother, everything in my head just clicked

the most calm and collected out of all of zb1, but that's probably just because he's an introvert in a room full of extroverts

also think that they both have such a strong liking for cute and pink things

mans literally said his favorite colour is pink

this pairing can not be any more perfect than it already is

ꜱᴜɴɢ ʜᴀɴʙɪɴ ᴀꜱ ʜᴇʟʟᴏ ᴋɪᴛᴛʏ

you can not convince me that hanbin isn't main character coded

this is his world and we're just living in it

both of them have so many friends its insane, and are defo more on the talkative side

also feel like both of them are very dramatic

like have you seen this man every single time something mildly suprising happens

hes shocked to the core, on the floor, disgusted, making the weirdest facial expressions known to man

ALSO LOOK AT HOW CUTE BOTH OF THEM ARE

i rest my case

ꜱᴇᴏᴋ ᴍᴀᴛᴛʜᴇᴡ ᴀꜱ ᴘᴏᴍᴘᴏᴍᴘᴜʀɪɴ

the embodiment of a puppy

both of them are very playful and energetic in the cutest way possible

like have you seen this mans natural aegyo

they also spread positivity absolutely everywhere they go

like its oozing out of them

i refuse to believe that matthew has ever cried because when you have a smile like that why would you ever do anything other than show it off????

can you tell i like his smile...

ᴋɪᴍ ᴛᴀᴇʀᴀᴇ ᴀꜱ ᴘᴇᴋᴋʟᴇ

i was seriously debating between whether putting him or yujin as cinnamoroll bcs in my head yujin kinda fit pochacco too

BUT then i remembered that pekkle. is. a. duck!?!?!?

that literally solved all my internal conflict

LOOK AT THEMMMMMMMM

both soft hearted to the core

also a little sassy but i think we expected that

i did a little research and apparently pekkle is really good at singing and dancing

literally so many similarities

matching them together is a canon moment in my life

ꜱʜᴇ�� Qᴜᴀɴʀᴜɪ ᴀꜱ ᴄʜᴏᴄᴏᴄᴀᴛ

honestly this is less about personality and more about appearance

chococat being a black cat is so perfect that i had absolutely no choice but to give it to ricky

AND YOU SEE THAT STRAWBERRY PHONE CASE IN THE PICTURE?!?!?

as a strawberry enthusiast i think that ricky would approve

moving on, i think he's a playful and funny character

defo looks cold at first but once you warm up to him you see how he pays attention to the little details

lovelicky fr

ᴋɪᴍ ɢʏᴜᴠɪɴ ᴀꜱ ᴋᴇʀᴏᴘᴘɪ

look at this man and tell me he's not keroppi coded

sososososo cheerful and bright

he's literally one of he main mood makers of the group

also very mischievous too

i mean look at him teasing ricky every 3 seconds or annoying yujin with his love

and maybe this is the inner delulu speaking but i also think he actually looks like keroppi?!?!?

someone pls agree with me or ill cry no i really will

ᴘᴀʀᴋ ɢᴜɴᴡᴏᴏᴋ ᴀꜱ ᴛᴜxᴇᴅᴏ ꜱᴀᴍ

ik this is kind of a weird one

but you need to understand the vision

i feel like theyre both HUGE nerds (in the best way possible)

like you know how gunwook always sprouts random facts, or goes into a rant about information that no normal person would know???

yeah. thats what i mean.

i also feel like they're both really laid back people that love to enjoy the moment they're in to the fullest

i will continue pushing this agenda until everyone is brainwashed to agree with me

ʜᴀɴ ʏᴜᴊɪɴ ᴀꜱ ᴄɪɴɴᴀᴍᴏʀᴏʟʟ

we all saw this coming

so baby

thats all i have to say

literally just shy little cuties trying to make their way through life the best they can

once they warm up to you though...

they genuinely can't shut up

will say the weirdest things at the weirdest times for absolutely no reason

but they get a free pass because LOOK AT THEM OML IM GONNA DIE

the way i can see yujin using the excuse "i'm just a boy"

he is, just a shy, cute, menace of a kid

[fumifooms]

Howl’s moving castle dunmeshi AU

I’ve cracked the code I know why I love Marcille x Chilchuck so much. They’re literally just like Howl’s Moving Castle Howl and Sophie. Okok indulge me for a sec I’m about to dump so many pics and ramble for a bit. I want you to see my marchil vision. It’s fabulous extra cringefail hopeless romantic drama queen x grumpy old sad angry caring hardworking person cursed to be here & cursing fate and giving tough love to everything in a miles radius. No one is safe. From either of them. Calcifer or Micheal is Izutsumi. Wait wait no Calcifer is Senshi and Michael is Izutsumi. Senshi as Calcifer works bc Calcifer is just chained to Howl and is there reminding Howl to not die and take care of himself, giving hints about how to break the curse to Sophie, also the fire demon cooks the eggs and bacon checkmate. And then LAIOS IS TURNIP HEAD OH MY GOD THAT WORKS OUT PERFECTLY. Chilchuck & Marcille, screaming terrified of the weird scarecrow chasing after them, meanwhile the weird scarecrow that’s harmless: :(. Wizard Suliman is Falin and the second fire demon is Winged Lion, so bam everything comes full circle.

I’m assuming most people who’ll see this post maybe saw the movie but not the book, and what you need to know is that the movie makes Howl so much dreamier and collected and cool, whereas in the book he’s just a drama queen 24/7 that’s it. He’s a wet cat dressed in expensive sparkly glittery gowns that needs to be yelled at to do anything he needs to do. He complains. He bemoans. Meanwhile Sophie is, honestly pretty like in the movie? Less contrarian and anger issues but will grumble and yells while cleaning nonetheless. Hardworking but will pathetically sit down on a chair in a dark corner to cry about her aching bones and OHH this is ALL because she’s the eldest child and she was doomed for unhappiness and no one can ever love her… So she’ll whack everyone into order and purge her feelings through aggressive cleaning and using weed killer. IS THIS NOT GIVING MARCILLE & CHIL TO YOU?!

There’s this funny widespread take from the fandom:

And it couldn’t be more true in a marchil context either. Like come on. For all of this post just swap the names of Howl for Marcille and Sophie for Chilchuck.

(Last one with the art by Cookiekappa on Tumblr)

Tell me this isn’t so Marcille. Tell me Chil wouldn’t run away from home thinking he’s failed life and is no longer in shape to work and now has to waddle in self-pity, seeking out wizards which he hates and finds shady bc it’s his last option, and then end up a maid & cleans everything out of spite and also worry for the person living there. Tell me Marcille wouldn’t throw a depressed slime tantrum so bad that it causes a partial town evacuation because her wails summon unknown horrors, over her HAIR. Forget slime she’d blow up the house instantly. She would breakdance as refusal to go see the king. Chilchuck would call her a slitherer-outer and she would gasp in offense and they’d have a fight.

Marcille having full on poems laying around and then Chil & Izu seeing them and being like "Ah yes, this must be a spell, it makes no sense and is so extra, just like how silly our resident witch and her magic is". Izutsumi going "Okay peepaw I’ll teach you how to use a magical bucket just take one step forward-" and they immediately fuck it up and they’re left stranded in far unknown lands. Chilchuck complaining that HIS BACK HURTS. And at every turn or something mildly inconveniencing him "NOTHING GOOD EVER HAPPENS TO THE MIDDLE CHILD".

And can we talk about the aging motif, the curse… Marcille never letting herself grow close to someone even though she does all these grand gestures for them at first. Meanwhile her fear of loss stares at her straight in the eye whenever she looks at 90 years old Chilchuck, and her deciding to not run away from their relationship is what ends up healing both of them. She gets over her fear of intimacy and he grows over feeling like a terribly dull unlovable failure. Me sobbing when I remember how Sophie’s curse of being old is a self-inflicted manifestation of herself thinking she’s romantically unlovable and weak…….

This is it for now but rest assured that I want to make art of this, have these memes for now

[whatthefishh]

Boyfriend, girlfriend

Rydal Keener x f!reader

Self indulgent sick fic, can be read as part of the Oxford Comma AU, or as a stand-alone. ❤️

Warnings: bad words. No smut, just fluff and more run on sentences 🥰

Words: 1.2k

You had missed 4 classes this week already, and it was only Wednesday. Your roommate was out gathering the notes promised to you from your classmates, desperate to be away from you while you sneezed up a storm in the congested space you were meant to share. You desperately needed a shower, having sweat through the t-shirt you were laying in, your hair matted in all directions as you tossed and turned through your illness. Why were the school distributed beds so uncomfortable? Was there a room upgrade option you didn’t know about, only available to the students who had higher up connections? You could’ve sworn Rydal’s bed was never this lumpy when you stayed the night with him.

You can’t help but wonder where Rydal is at the moment. You had told your roommate to let him know not to come by, that you weren’t in a state to see him and to just take notes during lectures for the next midterm. He had apparently taken this information well, but you’re not exactly sure how reliable of a narrator your roomie was, especially when it came to Rydal. She seemed to zone out whenever he was talking and you’re not sure if it’s because he was undeniably pretty or because he was using that voice he would slip into when he needed someone to do something for him. Bitterly, you think of how he would rather not spend his free time with a sickie like yourself, that Chester had probably taken the rare opportunity that you weren’t around to come and set up camp in his room. Might even bring a girl with him. Might bring two. Sigh.

It literally served you no purpose to be this jealous over the other girls in his circles, he’s proved himself time and time again about how he felt about you but you couldn’t help it, especially with the state you were in right now. Thank goodness he wasn’t here to see you like this. Aggressively pulling the blankets over your head and letting out a cry of frustration, you wanted to scream at how it came out entirely garbled with the way your nose was backed up.

You heard a cough from the door. A cough that suspiciously sounded like someone trying and failing to cover up a laugh.

Slowly peeling back the covers, you peeked over the huddled fabric to see none other than your boyfriend – could you even call him that, you’ve never actually said those words out loud but it was unspoken that you were his, and he yours – leaning his back against your door looking entirely too casual.

“Don’t come any closer,” you croaked out.

“Geez, she said you were in bad shape, but I wasn’t expecting you to sound like Gollum,” he sniffed, walking to your bed despite your protests. He ripped back the blanket you were slowly inching up towards your face so that only your eyes were showing and pressed the back of his hand against your forehead before frowning deeply at you. Oh, life wasn’t fair with him looking so statuesque, looming over your sweaty and disheveled form with concern in his eyes. You looked back at him dumbly, inhaling a ragged breath before coughing into your sleeve for half a minute.

When you looked back up, Rydal was walking into your bathroom, the sound of him digging through your cabinets carrying across the room until he started the shower. Emerging from the bathroom, he came back to your wide eyed self with determination set in his gaze. Usually, his features were soft around you, a small smile playing at his mouth at all times, but there was no trace of that right now. You didn’t like it.

Feeling small, like you had somehow disappointed him even in your attempt to take care of all by yourself and not bother him, you looked down avoiding his eye. He lifted you into a sitting position, blankets still wrapped around you, and kneeled in front of you before tilting your face up to look at him.

“You’re gonna go in there and take a hot shower, okay?” and he’s actually waiting for you to respond, like a child listening to a parent give them slow instructions on their first time going to the grocery store by themselves.

You nod dumbly. He starts nodding, too.

“Then when you come out, you’re going to put on clean clothes, not the t-shirt that I gave you last week–”

“Hey!”

His face broke out into a smile at that, finally getting you to rise to his bait, a flicker of yourself flashing before his eyes. When he walked in here, he was genuinely concerned for you at your lack of fight, you didn’t even have the energy to throw any of your usual verbal acid at him. Brushing your hair back gently, despite it being a mess, he nudged you towards the bathroom with a slap on your ass for good measure.

The shower admittedly felt nice, all the sweat and grime from the past day swirling down the drain as you spent an extra five minutes under the hot water, letting it soothe the ache in your muscles. Shutting the water off, you quickly grabbed the towel he had set out for you – really, where did he learn to be so considerate – to wrap yourself up in and go back to your bed.

Rydal was waiting with the pair of sweats he had gifted you after you talked mad shit about how privileged people even had better damn sweatpants than the middle class with your favourite printed t-shirt you wore to bed. Why did he have to be so observant, so much so to know which pajamas to pick out of your closet for you when you weren’t there to tell him which ones you wanted. You sat on the bed as he stood before you, barking out orders to you for you to lift your arms so he could dress you, “up!”, and you’ve never felt so small with him. If it were physically possible, you’d shrink yourself to fit in the palm of his hand just so he could keep you safe.

“There’s my girl,” and those three words had no reason to have such an effect on your mood, until he had to follow it with his usual cheek. “Not stinky anymore.”

You broke out into a fit of giggles, not able to help it at his dumb choice of words. Sometimes, he really was like a child, throwing playground insults at you in an attempt to ‘tell you he liked you’, like the bullshit the teachers would feed you after some ill-behaved kid threw sand in your face. Except this time, he wasn’t throwing sand, he was tying your hair into a bun so that you could lie against his chest without it getting in your mouth, and he was putting on your favourite movie on your laptop, and he had a cup of lemon tea waiting for you after your shower, and he had called for Chinese takeout to your dorm building, and he was kissing your forehead even when you called him stupid for staying so close to you because you were going to get him sick.

He was brittle and he was intense and deliberate in his words but he was yours. And you were his.

[sweetenerobert]

the reality of loss

1.2k / pairing: tommy miller x sweetenerobert

summary: tommy notices his brother’s neighbor, robert, with a box in his hand; his curiosity gets the better of him

warnings: angst, grief, mention loss of a pet, crying, tommy being a comfort person, slight fluff

a/n: soooo, as you can see by the misleading tags, this isn’t a Tommy Miller x male reader, but it’s more of a self-indulgent fic. By the time you guys read this, it’ll be Sunday, but on November 25th, I woke up to find out that my hamster of three years, my literal child, had passed away. So, I wrote this to help process my grief in the only way I can think

Tommy knew the boy, Robert was his name, he was in college and nineteen years old. He seemed to be the life of the party wherever he went, singing and dancing at barbecues, making the people around him — day better. But Tommy noticed Robert was alone and no one was there for him.

It broke Tommy’s heart to see someone so full of life and light look gloomy and depressed. He watched Robert as he saw him go towards the side of his house — into his backyard. Tommy quickly got out of his truck and jogged quickly towards Robert.

“Hey, Robert. Everything okay?”

Tommy hated waiting for Joel. As much as he would never admit it, Tommy was an early bird and hated when Joel would make him wait. Tommy always yearned for an easy day that didn't consist of “patiently” waiting for his older brother. He took his tumbler and drank the hot coffee, looking around his brother’s neighborhood.

His eyes landed on the dark-skinned boy across the street, walking down his porch holding a cardboard box in his hand, looking distressed.

Tommy knew the boy, Robert was his name, he was in college and nineteen years old. He seemed to be the life of the party wherever he went, singing and dancing at barbecues, making the people around him — day better. But Tommy noticed Robert was alone and no one was there for him.

It broke Tommy’s heart to see someone so full of life and light look gloomy and depressed. He watched Robert as he saw him go towards the side of his house — into his backyard. Tommy quickly got out of his truck and jogged quickly towards Robert.

“Hey, Robert. Everything okay?”

“Fine,” Robert Shrugs. Tommy noticed that Robert didn't even move his head saying that lie. Usually, Robert would face the people he was talking to, but not this time; his mind was on something else.

“What’s in the box?” Tommy asked.

Robert stopped walking. Tommy kept walking for a bit but got back in front of Robert. He noticed that Robert seemed more than distressed; there were dried tears around his eyes, and his eyes seemed puffy and red.

“My pet hamster, Jupiter.” Tommy looked like he saw an animal get run over, shocked and confused. “She wasn't moving since yesterday, and I was just hoping that she was hibernating or something, but she —” Sniffles kept escaping Robert’s nose as he tried to explain to Tommy.

Tommy grabbed the box from Robert’s clammy palms, placed it on the ground, and wrapped his arms around Robert. Wet tears hit the tank top Tommy was wearing under his flannel as Robert connected his face with Tommy’s chest. Robert’s hands grip Tommy’s flannel as Tommy puts his chin on the boy's head.

“It’s okay,” Tommy consoled. “She’s finally at peace, ain't she?”

“Yeah,” Robert sniffles. “It just sucks, y’know. I wanted her to be here forever, which is so unrealistic, I know, but it's just some stupid kid fantasy.”

Tommy knew the pain of losing a pet more than Robert thought. Tommy still remembers when he was eighteen, and Joel was twenty-three, and someone had to put down their childhood dog. Tommy’s depression was terrible. He didn't think anything could “fix him.” But he was never “fixed”; time just kept passing, and eventually, he got over it.

“I understand clearly, bud.”

Robert starts backing away from Tommy, wiping his tears off his face. “Have you been all alone through this?” Tommy asks.

Robert nods his head. “Mom and Dad at work, brother went to school. I screamed, and I couldn't do anything. I was just — shocked, and then, making the burial, I started crying, sounded like a baby.”

“My backlock is busted, so I had to keep walking back and forth like a weirdo.”

“D’ya, want me to come with you? The worst feeling in the world right now is being alone.” Tommy States, crossing his arms.

“That would be nice, thanks Tommy.”

“No problem,” Tommy dismissed.

Robert attempts to pick up the box, but Tommy stops him, grabbing the back and strolling with Robert as they approach the backyard. Tommy noticed the small hole in the backyard with a makeshift cross; Tommy’s heart cracked seeing the scene.

As Tommy and Robert stopped in front of the small hole in the dirt, Tommy glanced over at Robert. Robert was avoiding eye contact with Tommy — just staring at the ground. Tommy placed his hand on the boy’s shoulder — farthest from him, inviting him for a side embrace. “Do you want to say anything before you bury her?”

“Isn’t that embarrassing?” Robert asks, glancing at Tommy.

Tommy shapes his lips in a thin line and shakes his head. “No, it’s normal.”

Robert shifts his view back onto the ground below him and takes a deep breath before opening his mouth. “Jupiter, thank you for being there for me whenever I felt alone. You were the best gift a guy could ask for, and I hope you’re finally at peace, running around fields and eating whatever your heart desires. I love you.”

“That was beautiful,” Tommy admitted.

“Thank you,” Robert sniffled.

“W-would it be okay if I said something?” Tommy asked.

Robert looked at Tommy but reluctantly nodded.

“Jupiter, You made this boy’s life seem happier than I’m guessing he was letting on. You were his best friend, therapist, and emotional support when he needed it. He loved and cared for you as if you were his child. Because of you, he made other people laugh, made other people’s days better, and made people smile when they went to sleep at night. You were everything to him, so thank you for being that for him, everything,” Tommy breathed.

Robert was blown away by what Tommy had said. Tears were streaming down his face as he was listening to Tommy. Bending down, Tommy placed the makeshift coffin in the hole in the earth.

Robert wrapped his arms around Tommy’s torso as he was standing up. “That was beautiful, thank you.”

“No problem,” Tommy smiled.

“Now,” Tommy starts, breaking the embrace and holding Robert’s face. “I’m gonna need ya to sit down so I can bury Jupiter for you.”

“No, Tommy. I can't let you do that. It should be me that—”

“No one should have to bury their kid at all. Please let me do this.”

Robert wanted to fight it and tell Tommy it was “okay, I can do it,” But Robert was too distraught to argue with Tommy. So he just nodded and sat down on the back steps, with his knees tugged toward him — head resting on his knees.

As Robert was reflecting on the times he had with Jupiter, Tommy sat down next to Robert, wiping his hands on his pants. “Finished already?” Robert asks.

Tommy nods. “Yep, I mean, the hole was like two feet, but, yeah, I finished.”

Robert chuckles for a moment. “Thanks again, you didn't have to do this.”

Tommy was looking at the distraught boy sitting centimeters next to him. Tommy’s lips connect with the boy’s forehead. “I wanted to do it. I didn't want you to go through this alone.”

“It’s just, what do I do now?” Robert asks.

“Now, you are going to mourn the loss of your pet. Go through the five stages of grief. It’ll be fuckin’ painful, but you can do it. I know you can.”

“But what if I can't? What if I’m so alone, I can't function by myself,” Robert asked.

“Then you call your friends, hell, call me, even. I’ll drop everything to make sure you’re okay.”

“You really think I can do it?”

Tommy nods. “You can do anything. You're more special than you believe.”

“I’ll try. I won't promise it’ll be pretty, but I need to do what I can,” Robert breathes.

“That’s all you can do, if anything. Call your friends or me. We’ll be here for you.”

Robert glanced down at his hands, hugging his knees as he noticed Tommy standing up. “This is the part I hate, where I have to leave you alone.”

“Tommy. I promise. If anything, I’ll talk to anyone.”

“You promise,” Tommy questions.

Robert nods. Tommy smiles, grabs the boy’s hands, and kisses them to calm the boy down. “Robert, you got this. I promise.”

I just wanted to show my baby really quick.😢😭

[teddybeartoji]

sooooo i heard someone mention selfship asks >:3…. i have one for mitoru n one for moji hehe

1) i can’t resist the hurt/comfort SO . how does toru cheer you up when you’re having a bad day?? and vice versa !!!!!

2) i alr asked this for mitoru but !!!! between you n toji ….. who is ”falls first” and who is ”falls harder”?? :3

OK THAT’S ALL (for now >:3)…… gl w work mickey!!!! 🫂🫂 i hope that you see this tmrw when you’re well rested!!! and that you have the coziest sleep in the meantime <33 smooching you gently on the bridge of your nose

HELLO ARI MY SWEETEST LITTLE ANGEL<333333333333 THANK YOU SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO MUCH FOR INDULGING ME ON MY SILLY LITTLE SELFSHIPS HEHEHEHHE

mitoru comfort..... wahh this is such a sweet question ari:(((( when i'm having a bad day it's all about quiet time and touch. he knows that words will have very little effect, so he just slings himself over me like a koala:((((((((( i'm talking like full body weight and we've definitely uhh almost fallen over like a million times lmao. doesn't matter whether i'm getting something to eat or i'm gaming or i'm already full-time rotting in bed - he's just gonna Envelop me<333 he will whisper ridiculous jokes in my ear and i will always laugh bc i am not immune to his stupidity<3333333

and when he's sad:(((((((((((((((((((((((pls i don't even wanna think abt it he's my baby:((((((((((((((((((((((( i hold him tight and i will play with his hair as i whisper praise and reassurance into his ears. he hides his face in my neck or chest or lap (this guy is a cat fr) and i keep him safe and sound, away from the world:((((((he's mine:(((((( you know he tries to hide whenever he's feeling bad but he can't escape me i will always be there. i'll trace his face and tell him how much he means to me just so he knows that it's okay to open up, that it's okay to let me in:(((((((((((((((((((((((((((((( ari i love him sm:(((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((

omggggg moji hehehehehe nowwwwwww i haven't actually delved too into this so this is veryvery exciting. i will be first to fall though there's no question here. but it still wouldn't be a love at first sight thing. this is also a slowburn but a different kind from the mitoru one. it's even slower i think😭😭😭😭

ok but i think the moji dynamic is literally just him meeting a weird cat and picking it up by the scruff and going🤨🤨🤨🤨what the fuck kind of a creature are you🤨🤨🤨🤨but then i manage to woo him with my straightforward and snarky personality and he goes🤨🤨🤨🤨again bc what the fuck is happening to him🤨🤨🤨🤨i think i can entertain him so much that he has no other way to just fall in love with me

anywayy.................... as for who falls harder............................ how self-indulgent am i when i say toji............................................. it's gonna take him a while to do it but when he finds his person he's All In you know?? like there's just no going back... when it finally clicks in his head i think he feels a bit sick. happy and sick and nervous and giddy and aaaaahhh everything is too much!!!!! feelings!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! crazy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! but luckily i'm right there with him!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i will bring him down to earth (to me) and then i'll welcome his shy love with open arms!!!!!!!!!!! ari i love him so much too i wanna cry:((((((((((((((((((((

wahhhhhhhhhhhhthey're both my babygirls i would do everything and anything for them<3333333 once again thank u so much for indulging me with this i'm having so much fun thinking abt the dynamic and the Lore hehehehe i love you so much and i am kissing every single one of your freckles rn!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[ravenbloodshot]

Lee Know- Stray Kidz....Red + Green Flags

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Once again, this guy likes to create chaos in his environment especially if he's bored or feels wronged

Hes not someone you want to make an enemy of, he's the type to tell all of your personal business and talk a lot of shit about his enemies/people that he feels betrayed by. He has a really childish way of reacting to betrayal, the type of guy that may leak information about a nemesis on like a private Instagram account.

He can be very petty and revengeful, the type to participate in tit for tat games with an enemy.

Ps. I keep referring to people he dislikes as intense things like enemy and nemesis, so Lee Know may hold onto strong feelings of disdain for ppl. He doesnt get over his hate for certain ppl and may go out of his way to show how much he despises his opposition

He has lazy tendencies, like not wanting to clean up after himself and he may be one of the members on the group that has to be constantly told to clean up better or to help contribute to the cleaning of the dorms(You guys know how easy it is to get into arguments about cleanliness and he may get into a lot of vocal fights about this issue)

He's quite an emotionally unstable person, he can randomly start crying about the smallest things or even have a cold, impassive emotional approach to things he maybe should feel more for

He also can be emotionally manipulative with ppl, using sadness and depression to make ppl pity him and want to help him

He can be a selfish and self centered guy, very possessive of his things as well and doesn't like to share. (Reminds me of a kid at a play date that makes a little girl cry because he snatched his toy out of her hand, like "this is mine, go get your own")

He has unresolved mommy issues that creates problems for him now and in the future

He can be a temperamental drunk, hes the type to get shit faced and start fights with ppl or be antagonistic

He doesnt care much about politics or world issues, not very up to date on things happening even in his own country

He can play mind games with lovers, making them think that hes looking to get married to them and settle down, but hes really is just looking for fun, temporary paradise. He may indulge in sex with many different ppl, I see foreigners as well, but once hes done then he moves on

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He's a guy that's very intune with his dark side, dark thoughts so hes not afraid to face the deep, depressive side of life. Like, you can tell him about the most traumatic thing that's ever happened to you and he wouldn't be surprised, or like the type to walk on egg shells around you, he would be mature and deep with talking about these types of dark things. Won't shy away or feel burdened

Hes a really authentic guy, what you guys see on camera is the real Lee know, he may even be the type to lowkey tell fans when hes in a relationship. Like, if fans would ask him to marry them he would reply "that opportunity is taken" and say something sly of that sort "jokingly". And fans might use that as a shipping tool with another member, "of course he's talking about his husband Han" but in reality hes LITERALLY telling you guys hes taken.

I also see that, fans or just ppl in general try to take a lot of what lee know says as jokes (especially if it's too dark and doesn't fit the idol image they have for him) but he really means what he says. Let's just say, rarely anything said by him is just a joke so pay more attention to what he says bc theres truth in his words (That's probably why he rarely does solo vlives or they just dont last too long, company rather he doesnt speak too much truth)

Hes a very goal oriented guy, he knows where he wants to go/be in life and isnt letting anyone get in between him and his bag. He probably has plans for success whether or not hes in Stray kids

He may be a great cook or baker, he started like baking from a therapeutic sense, and now he may have a good relationship with food and a kitchen. I sense hes a better baker than anything, makes really good pastries

As a lover, hes spontaneous and wild. Hes definitely a good time and can feel compelled to get up to all kinds of crazy adventures with his lover. In committed relationships, he can provide stability and doesnt run away when things get hard. Also, hes a charming, chivalrous guy and gives his partner his full attention, may stare at them a lot but it's not too creepy, it generally makes his partners feel like hes into them.