#( the earlier I sleep the earlier I wake up and usually I'd end up going back to sleep but for some reason I feel so AWAKE!

[hopelesslyromanticgay]

An Americano Please? PT. 1

Word count: about 500 words Summary: Jenna wants a coffee, Y/N is the only barista at her cafe who speaks English.

A/N: Italicized text within quotation marks means whoever is speaking is talking in Romanian.

Y/N's POV:

Sleep. Eat. Brew Coffee. Repeat.

That was all my life was. Sometimes I would deviate from this schedule, going on dates, seeing a new movie, making or spending time with friends, but normally my day had the same four steps. Little did I know this was all about to change.

Let me be clear, I didn't mind the simplicity. It's a small town that I live in, located in Zamora district of Bușteni, Romania. The only reason for new people to come by is the occasional visit to Cantacuzino Castle. I like that it's quiet here.

It's a Sunday morning, I'm enjoying the gentle breeze as I'm walking to work.  The vibrant Autumn leaves swaying with the wind. Eight O'clock and the town is just beginning to wake up.

The bell attached to the door rings loudly when I enter the workplace. Immediately the warm slightly scents of coffee, cinnamon, and baked goods waft through the brisk autumn air.

The Café is bustling with activity when I get there. It's the morning, and civilians want their coffee.

"Morning, L/N," my boss greets me, "put on an apron and get to work."

I swiftly don the apron and take my colleague John's spot at the counter.

People swarm to the register, ordering everything from drip coffee to cortados, lattes, and iced dirty chais.

Every shift here is pretty similar. Romanian's not my first language, but I'd say I feel confident in my ability to communicate with it.

I must have served a hundred customers before anything even slightly noteworthy starts happening.

The bell softly jingles and someone I've never seen before comes through the door. She's shorter than the average customer. I can't get a good look at her face before yet another customer asking for a drip coffee or something.

"L/N, this one's for you," my coworker gestures to the girl I saw come in earlier, "good thing ya know English."

Well, I can't argue with that. I wave the girl over to me

"Hey, welcome to the Café, my name's Y/N. What can I get for ya today?" it's not that I catch my first good glimpse at the girl. She has long black hair, clearly darkened by dye, with wispy bangs lightly caressing her freckled face.

"Hi, I'm Jenna, nice to meet you," she replies with a distinctly American accent, "what do you recommend?"

I stop to think, cracking a smile.

"Well, I'd have to say. I think an Americano would go great with your... American-ness," I laugh.

She giggles, "what gave it away? The not knowing Romanian, or the accent."

"Does it really matter?" I chuckle, "anyhow, what do you usually order at a coffee shop?"

"I'll just take a cold brew, no milk or sugar."

"One cold brew coming right up," I smile, going over to the ice machine, filling the cup with ice and then cold brew.

"Thank you so much," she smiles sweetly.

"I'm here every morning if you ever need someone to take your order," I reply.

"I might just take you up on that," she smirks, walking off with her cold brew after paying.

This was my most interesting shift so far this past week.

Little did I know, this would not be the last interesting shift I'd end up having.

#jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega #cute #barista #fanfic #x reader #wednesday addams #i love jenna ortega #jenna ortega x fem!reader #reader insert #jenna ortega x you #wednesday show #coffee shop #coffee shop romance #vada cavell x reader #camila montes x reader #lorraine day x reader #tara carpenter x reader #an americano please

[cannellee]

May I make a comfort request with alpha baji and an omega reader who basically tries to go against their instinct nc they were raised in a household where they were shouted at, belittled and then ramen advantage of when they needed it the most. (During heat siblings would mess with them and fuck with their stuff and when darling got angry, they were ranted to fight and got their ass beat)

Sorry I'd it's a little specific, I'm just having a bad day right now and I guess I want comfort.

TOKYO REVENGERS OMEGAVERSE ★

୨୧ alpha! Baji x omega! Reader

— his reaction to an insecure & traumatised omega s/o.

tw : mention of domestic violence, psychological abuse...

(thank you for requesting🫶🏼, I really wish you get better and that everything's okay for you:( I hope you like it!! angst isn't what I'm best at so I hope it's still okay!)

my masterlist : ☆

you & baji met in a weird way, nobody would have assumed you would end up together.

baji was just so overwhelming, with strong pheromones, strong aura and a presence which subconsciously drew you to him.

and you were just an insecure omega, not as comfortable with your second gender as your counterparts were.

baji knew of your insecurities, that's why he always made sure to remind you of how perfect of an omega you were.

he would scent you every hour of the day, partly to claim you and keep away other alphas, but also to make it clear to you that you were loved. really loved.

coming into baji's life was the best thing to ever happen to you. you lacked so much confidence baji practically had to beg you to go out with him.

dozens of courting gifts were apparently not enough of a sign that he was clearly into you.

still, he was persistent and finally, you got your dream mate.

baji's the best alpha you could hope for. being aware of the way you were treated, he obviously did his best to make you feel safe and comfortable.

but there were days where your mood was worse than usual and baji just wasn't there at the right time to lift your mood up.

so here you were, gobbling up a fist full of pills to suppress your pheromones. your scent, as delicious as baji told you it was, disgusted you and you couldn't help but think about how your family would be way more satisfied if you got rid of it.

so you did. you also messed up your nest, destroying it and spreading the soft items baji precociously scented for you earlier this morning.

you curled up into yourself on your bed, hating your omega instincts for pleading you to get back into your nest, and cried yourself to sleep. it seems it's the only thing you're good for.

when baji came home and didn't immediately detect your strawberry scent, he knew something was wrong.

with his nose scrunched up and eyebrows frowning, he tried hard to smell you but he just couldn't.

when he called you and you didn't answer, he started to get anxious.

cautiously enters the living room and finds an empty bottle of pills, he paused for a second because those were pheromones suppressant your promised him to never use again.

those were bad for your health and baji thought he made sure to throw away all the remaining ones and lecture you to the importance of your well being.

he went to your bedroom, now more worried than ever and when he found you curled up in a ball and the end of the bed he thought he could feel his heart break.

baji quickly connects the dots when he cradles you in his arms and he doesn't even smell a thing coming from you. gently wakes you up and makes sure to let you know you're safe now.

he knows you're very vulnerable in this state, and although he's worried sick and a bit mad you neglected your health like that, he doesn't wish to alarm you any further.

although he can't sense any pheromones emanating from you, he just knows you're distressed and need his presence.

that's why he quickly reorganise your nest, scents everything he can and tucks you inside your poorly made shelter.

you're not fully conscious when his big arms hug your trembling frame, but his scent alone is enough of a relief that you don't even need to open your eyes.

he kisses you softly and makes sure you're as comfortable as one can be, covering you with blankets and letting your head rest against smooth pillows.

he soon spreads his own pheromones, making them sweeter than they normally are to appease you and pull your nose into the crook of his neck, where his scent is the strongest.

by the time you're fully awake, his presence calmed you down enough that you can completely look at him now.

his relief is visible by how his eyes soften when you give him an apologetic smile.

it pains baji to see his omega, the one he swore to protect, so weak and suffering.

he feels like a total failure, not good enough of an alpha for you.

later when you're doing better, he talks things out with you. make you promise once again to reach out to him, no matter when if you're feeling so terrible again.

if only baji could turn back time to shield you from all those people who hurt you, he would. his omega doesn't deserve the pain she's inflicting herself, both mentally and physically.

you're the best omega he could dream of, how could someone ever want to hurt you?

for now he needs to assure you it's totally fine being who you are ; yes you can surround the both of you with your oh so sweet smell, whine and complain about everything, let baji feed you and care for you.

he can be strong for the both of you, that's what he's good at<3

#a/b/o tokyo revengers #alpha tokyo revengers #hybrid tokyo revengers #cannelle★ #omegaverse tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers a/b/o #tokyo revengers headcanons #tokyo revengers hybrid #tokyo revengers omegaverse #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers imagines #tokyo revengers headcanon #omega tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers angst #tokyo revenger omegaverse headcanons #tokyo revengers headcanons omegaverse #tokyo revengers omegaverse angst #baji imagines #alpha baji #baji headcanons #baji x reader #tokyo revengers baji #alpha!baji #alpha baji keisuke #alpha baji x reader #omega!reader #anime omegaverse

[deakyjoe]

Somebody’s Watching Me Part 12

Pairing: Simon “Ghost” Riley x Reader (“Sarge”, she/her, British, backstory)

Category: coworkers to friends to lovers with grumpy x sunshine dynamic/idiots in love

Summary: Can the two of you fix the damage that has been done? Or is it too late?

Warnings: angst, fluff, talks of injuries, British slang/terminology, strong language, mask is off

Word count: 1.4k (a baby in comparison to other parts)

A/N: Took a break from writing this series, mostly because I was burned out and had lots of uni work to be doing, but also because I needed time to think the ending through to give you all the best of what I’m capable of. It’s not as long as other parts but I feared that if I didn’t write it now then I would never write it. It’s pretty much where I always intended the story to go, just with a lot less conversation than originally planned. There will still be an epilogue after this but for now… enjoy!

When Ghost awoke, blinded by fluorescent hospital lights, and he saw Price standing at the foot of his bed with a deep-set frown... well, he knew things weren't good. It didn't help that you were nowhere to be seen. He didn't expect you to be fawning over him and nursing him back to health or anything. But no trace of you in the hospital room at all was not an encouraging sight.

"Am I dead?" Simon said gruffly, immediately coughing as his lungs clearly had something wrong with them.

Price scoffed. "You wish."

"Damn." He attempted to sit up straight, groaning when pain stabbed through his torso. "Ah, what the fuck?"

"I'd be careful if I were you. You were shot. Several times."

"Nothing new then." He sighed and looked at Price again, a grave look crossing his face. "Where is she?"

The captain hesitated for a moment before replying. "Home."

Shit, that definitely wasn't good.

"Why?" Simon didn't really want to know, too scared of the truth, but he needed to know.

"She was severely injured. Needed better medical attention than we could give her and then some time off once she recovers. She's home now but still in remission." Price checked his watch quickly, clearing his throat when he saw the time.

"Got somewhere to be?" Ghost asked, a sarcastic inflection in his voice.

The captain nodded. "Yes, actually. Already late from waiting for your lazy arse to wake up."

He only grunted in reply and waved his superior out of the room. "Go. I'll be fine.”

"You can go home to her once you've healed a bit more. For now, rest." And with that, Price walked out of the room leaving Simon in silence.

It was okay. He liked silence. Well, more he liked the lack of talking. People talked far too much about insignificant things. Strangely, he missed the sound of your voice chattering about insignificant things. He pushed that thought away and attempted to sleep for a while.

At home, in your flat, you were sick of friends coming over to visit you. Each one seemed to have some form of baked good or casserole and your refrigerator was full to the brim already. You hadn't even been home that long.

The sheer mass of people doting over you was becoming overwhelming in the most annoying way possible. You didn't need them constantly caring for you. Sure, the sentiment was nice enough but you were used to looking after yourself and healing independently. Usually you did it in the (un)comfort of a military hospital or medical tent. Unfortunately for you, you'd been sent home this time and had had no choice in informing your friends of your sudden return back. They just suddenly knew you were there and they were more than willing to help.

"I don't need you to give me a sponge bath." You'd told one with a roll of your eyes, still thinking about earlier in the day when you'd had to tell another that it was perfectly fine for you to drink apple juice and not stick to a strict diet of water.

Honestly, a part of you was enjoying being at home and having time to relax. Even though the cause of it was a little extreme, being able to sit on your sofa all day and watch reruns of old sitcoms as you made your way through every dish stacked in your fridge was nice. Almost... fun.

A part of you longed for something though. Simon. Obviously him. You craved to know how he was doing. When you'd first woken up, a nurse had simply told that he was alive and nothing else. Alive meant nothing. You didn't even know if his condition was stable.

You were worried, to say the least. And even Price wasn't willing to divulge any further information when you'd pressed him for it over the phone. He'd just mumbled something vague and moved on to asking you how you were doing.

It was frustrating. That was for sure.

The days passed and you grew restless, itching to get out of the house again. But you were sensible and followed the suggested instructions from the several doctors that had all agreed that you needed in order to heal properly. It was just a shame that it took so long to happen.

On day, what felt like, one billion of staying at home, there was a knock at the door. And after you'd taken a minute or two shuffling towards it, shouting out a stream of reassurances that you were on your way, you were utterly shocked to find your lieutenant on the doorstep.

Your mouth opened and closed a few times before a ridiculous sentiment left your mouth.

"Jesus, is this like those hallucinations you get just before dying?"

Simon said nothing, just the twitch of the corner of his mouth indicated that he had even heard you, and outstretched his fist to you.

In his hand, was an apple.

Specifically, one of the good apples from the farmers' market.

You looked up at him in confusion.

"Peace offering."

That explained it. So, you took it from him and opened the door wider to let him in. You weren't about to turn down a good apple or a peace offering.

Once you'd both settled yourselves into comfortable positions on the sofa, you wincing a few times and growing jealous that he seemed to have healed so quickly, you really took your time to look at him.

You tilted your head to the side and raked your eyes over him. "You're nervous."

"Am I?" His eyebrows raised a fraction.

"Yes." You nodded.

"How can you tell?"

"You scratch at the scars on your face when something is making you anxious."

"Hm." His eyes squinted at that observation, obviously not previously aware that he had that tell.

You moved on, not willing to dwell on that. "Why are you here?"

"Visiting an old friend."

You laughed sarcastically. "Oh, really?"

He shrugged, still as frustrating as ever. "You should've left me behind."

You'd be shocked if he hadn't been so self-sacrificial in previous times.

"Why would I do that?" You asked, lacing your voice with a mock innocent tone.

"Would've been the smart decision." He snapped.

So you shot right back. "Maybe I'm not smart."

"Yes, you are. You're just stubborn."

The words he'd once told you came tumbling out of your mouth. "A stubborn brat you mean?"

"That too."

You laughed again, shaking your head in disbelief. "You're right. I am stubborn. And I couldn't let you die. The idea of you... I can't stand it. So I let you live for selfish reasons. Alright?"

"You should have let me die."

"Shut up, Simon. That was never going to happen." You rolled your eyes at him and grit your teeth when a shooting pain stabbed through your side as you adjusted your position on the sofa.

Simon's hands raised for a second as if about to help you before he lowered them again.

Instead, he asked a question.

"Why not?"

You looked at him to see if he was being serious. He was.

"You know why."

"Maybe I don't."

You sighed. He was so difficult sometimes. Yet, you gave in.

"I..." You trailed off into thought.

But Simon wasn't going to let it go so easily. "You what?"

"I, y'know, I feel..." Your hands waved around as if hoping to grip a coherent answer from the air.

"Feel what?" The slight raise of an eyebrow hinted that he knew exactly what you wanted to say.

You sighed in defeat. "You know what I'm trying to get across here, Simon."

"I want to hear you say it."

"I feel for you. Have feelings. More than platonic. I... care... for you." You cringed at your own clumsiness, wondering when you'd lost your ability to fully communicate with words.

"I know."

You punched him lightly on the shoulder. "Cocky shit."

"I also care for you."

"I know." You scoffed teasingly.

He just repeated your words back to you. "Cocky shit."

The smiles that broke out across both of your faces were indescribable.

Yeah, the two of you were being slightly more awkward about this than usual but it was never going to be easy to just jump right back in to what you used to have. Smaller steps would have to be taken. And you were fine with that. As was he. You’d get there eventually, it was only a matter of time. After all, some things were just meant to happen.

A/N: Thank you all so much for sticking with me through my hiatus! I’m sorry this is a quick resolution but the epilogue is still on the way.

#simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x you #simon riley x you #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley #ghost riley x reader #ghost riley x you #simon riley fanfiction #simon ghost riley fanfiction #ghost riley #ghost riley fanfiction #call of duty modern warfare 2 #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty #modern warfare 2 #modern warfare #ej’s fics #ej’s writing #deakyjoe’s writing #deakyjoe’s fics

[ofstarsandvibranium]

Caffeine Crash

Fandom: Ted Lasso

Pairing: Jamie Tartt x F!Reader

Summary: You go on a morning walk and you, quite literally, run into Jamie.

A/N: Part of my impromptu Jamie Tartt series, read Meet Cousin McAdoo

Isaac was still asleep when you woke up. You could hear his snores from down the hall where you stayed in his guest bedroom. For some reason, your body woke up early. It wasn't super early though, just nearing 8am. The weather was nice, so you figured you'd explore Richmond a little bit, maybe seek out a cafe for some coffee.

You got dressed in some jeans, a t-shirt, and a light jacket. You made sure you had your wallet, phone, and the spare key that Isaac lent you. Out the door you went to explore your home for the next few weeks.

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Jamie was jogging ahead of Roy, per usual. It was almost eight thirty in the morning, which means his training session with Roy is ending for the day.

As Jamie's rounding a corner he crashes into someone, causing their cup of coffee to spill onto him and the person.

"Shit! I'm so sorry!" the person says and he realizes it's you, Isaac's cousin.

You seem to also realize who you ran into and you groan, "Fuck. I'm really sorry, Jamie. I guess that's what I get for trying to take a picture of my coffee," you snort, "acting like it's 2014 again or something." You give a chuckle and a shrug.

He shakes his head, "No, no. I shouldn't have rounded the corner so fast."

Roy, who finally caught up, stopped at Jamie's side, assessing the situation. He looks at Jamie then you, then Jamie again, saying "The fuck did you do to her?"

"It was an accident," you and Jamie reply in unison.

Roy gives his usual grunt and then Jamie says, "Let me get you a new drink."

"That's alrigh-"

"Please," he insists and you agree, "Okay. I'll buy you a scone then, as a thank you."

"I don't like scones."

"He doesn't like scones."

Both Roy and Jamie say at once.

You giggle, "Okay, a croissant then?"

Jamie looks at Roy, silently asking him for permission and the former footballer replies, "Fine."

The three of you proceed to head to the cafe that you were previously at and walk inside. The barista smiles politely at you, "Back so soon?"

You nod, "There was a collision and my drink was collateral," you explain.

"So same drink?"

"Yes, please," you answer. You step aside for Jamie to pay and then you're in front again, "He'll have a croissant," you nod to Jamie, "I'm paying for it." You look over your shoulder, "Coach Kent, do you-"

"No."

You chuckle, "Maybe a water for the coach here. Thanks." you proceed to pay and move towards the pick-up counter.

You sit at a table that has three open chairs, Roy and Jamie occupying the other seats. You lean back in your chair with a polite smile, "So, what brings you out this morning, boys?"

"Trainin'," Jamie says, gesturing to Roy, "Grandad here wakes me up every day at four for runs and drills."

You look at him wide-eyed, "Four in the morning?!" When they nod, you look at Roy, "Do you not value sleep? Maybe that's why you're so grumpy all the time."

Jamie laughs, "That's what I tell 'im!"

The older man glowers at you two, "Sacrifices need to be made in order to be the best."

Jamie shrugs and puts his attention back to you, "What about you? Why're you out and about alone?"

"Isaac's still asleep. I woke up a little earlier than usual. Figured I'd grab a coffee and explore Richmond a bit."

"I can give you a tour if you'd like," Jamie offers before he can even think about it.

"Oh! You don't have to. Besides, aren't you still training?"

"We've finished. Besides, I'm here and ready. Who knows how much longer Isaac will be sleeping for. I'm a great guide, by the way," he gestures to Roy, "Gave 'im a tour of Amsterdam while we were there for a game. Taught him how to ride a bike too."

You smirk at Roy, "You didn't know-"

"We don't talk about it," he cuts you off with a glare.

You chuckle, "Alright," and you turn back to Jamie, "I'd really like that if it's no trouble."

Jamie beams at you, "None at all."

The barista then calls out your order numbers and you stand, "I'll get them."

Jamie watches you walk the short distance away and Roy leans, "You better be fucking careful."

"I'm not doin' nothin'!"

"Isaac said to behave yourself around her."

"I'm just giving 'er a tour of the city! It's not like I'm proposin' or anything!" Roy leans back giving a skeptical groan.

You come back with two drinks and a pastry bag, "My drink, your croissant, and Roy, your water," you say as you hand out the items.

Jamie bites into the croissant and lets out a moan that's damn near sinful, "I missed carbs so much," he says after he swallows.

"You'll be doing extra laps during practice today," Roy sneers as he downs his water and then stands, "I'm going home."

You give him a wave and a smile, "See you around, Roy!" When he leaves you look to Jamie, "He seems fun."

He shrugs, "He's not always like that. He has some good moments." He stuffs the rest of the croissant into his mouth and you watch in amusement, sipping your coffee.

He wipes his face and hands, then stands, "Alright, nothin' like the present, right? Let's get your tour started."

"Right!" you follow him out the door, ready for this adventure with your new...friend?

#jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt imagine

[willalove75]

Dude. I have such a wonderful Alcina fic idea that I know you'll love it.

Alcina wakes up and she's a child again, still with her adult voice though.

How the hell will she go on about her day looking like that??? 💀

YOU'RE SO RIGHT I LOVE THIS!!!!

This is so fucking funny oh my god it's brilliant!!

Introducing: Baby-cina 😂

Warnings: None

As usual: 18+ Minors DNI with any my shit, nsfw or not pls & thanks

The moon hangs low in the sky as you lay in bed, reading your current book. It's bright light just beginning to wash over your bedroom as it peaks through the forests trees. There's an almost unfamiliar quiet in the castle, the girls had been out hunting today so they all ended up going to bed a little earlier than usual and Alcina was at Mother Miranda's working on, something. Truthfully, you weren't sure what they were up to as Alcina usually doesn't talk too freely about what she does when she's with Miranda, but she told you she would be back late tonight, so you didn't worry much.

A faint noise takes your attention away from your book, as you try and listen you notice it getting closer, you quickly recognize the noise as the footsteps of your wife. Her heels against the floors get louder and louder until the bedroom door is swung open and a big, black hat bends through the doorway. After making her way in, Alcina stands, but not to her full height. You immediately notice her hunch a little, exhaustion spread across her face.

"Hi my love, are you okay? You look exhausted."

"Exhausted is quite the understatement my dear." She says with a tired voice.

You stand up on the bed and she walks over to you, wrapping her arms around your waist. Removing her hat, you place it on the bed and she pulls you in for a soft, loving kiss. Looking into her eyes, you can see the exhaustion, her eyelids heavy, her eyes just a tad bloodshot, you don't think you've ever seen her this tired before.

"Oh honey," you say, caressing her cheek. "do you want me to run a bath for you?"

She shakes her head "no" and rests her head in the crook of your neck.

"I'd rather bathe in the morning, draga. If I lay down in the tub right now I won't get out."

You place a kiss in her hair with a chuckle and stroke her cheek gently.

"Okay my love, come on, lets get you ready for bed then."

Hopping off of the bed, you take Alcina's hand and lead her to her vanity. She sits down, all but plopping into the seat, and begins to remove her makeup. You take out the pins in her hair and undo the buttons on the back of her dress. She kicks off her heels and steps out of her dress while you grab a nightgown from her wardrobe. When you hand her the nightgown you see her tired face, she looks even more exhausted without any makeup on.

"God what did she do to you? I've never seen you this tired before. Are you sure you're okay?" You ask with a hint of worry in your voice.

Alcina tucks a strand of hair behind your ear and kisses you on the forehead.

"I'm okay, I promise." She stands and the two of you crawl into bed. "About once a year she does these little experiments, they usually never amount to anything but they wear me out considerably."

"Wait, she experiments, on you?"

"Mhm." She hums, nuzzling into you.

"Oh my god Alci that's fucked up."

"Language." She softly whispers.

You giggle at her and she sleepily smiles. Placing a kiss on her forehead, she pulls you into her.

"You sure you're okay? Nothing bad happened, right?"

"No draga, in all of the years we've been doing this, not one of them have been successful. I'm okay, I promise. Just tired."

"Okay, then go to sleep my love, I'll have breakfast brought up to you in the morning so you can sleep in a little."

"Thank you, my sweet."

"Of course. I love you Alci, goodnight."

"I love you too draga." Her last words barely amount to a whisper as she falls asleep. With her arm around your waist and you tucked tightly into her, you fall asleep just a minute later.

The morning sunlight cascades across the room, gently waking you up. Rolling over, you realize that Alcina isn't in bed next to you, which struck you as odd. Not only was she exhausted when she went to bed so there's no reason for her to be up this hour, you didn't even feel her move. Normally you are at least aware of when she gets out of bed in the morning.

Sitting up, you look around the room.

"Alci?" You call out.

"Hm?" You hear her mutter.

"What the fuck. Where are you?" You pull the covers off of you and move to stand up.

"Language, draga." She says, her voice still thick with sleep.

You freeze. Now you feel like you're going crazy, you hear her, but you don't see her. And someone like Alcina is hard to miss.

"Where are you?"

As you go to stand up, you feel something small grab your wrist. Looking down, you see a child's hand around your wrist, sticking out from under the covers.

"WHAT THE FUCK!" You scream and tumble backwards, off of the bed and onto the floor.

A low growl emerges from the bed.

"Draga it is too early and I'm too tired for-" a small face looks down at you from the bed, you must have a look of horror on your face because Alcina stops mid-sentence. "What are you doing?"

"A-Alcina?"

"Yes?" The child's face is anything but amused.

Slowly, you begin to stand up. Alcina goes to speak but a look of confusion crosses her face when you tower over her as you stand.

"What the fuck is happening." You say to yourself.

"What have I told you about using that langu-"

"ALCINA WHAT DID SHE DO TO YOU?!"

Looking down, Alcina realizes that her nightgown isn't even on her anymore. She holds her hands out in front of herself and the look of horror crosses her face when she sees their tiny size.

"What- how-"

Slowly walking up to her, you cup her little face in your hand and turn her gaze towards you. Her bright gold eyes look into yours, but everything else is different. She has the cutest, chubbiest cheeks with just a hint of pink to them, her hands are short and stubby. Her raven curls now rest in the middle of her back instead of just under her jaw.

She begins to shake as a breeze from the window passes by, dropping your hand, you rummage through your dresser and find an old t-shirt.

Grabbing it from your hands, she struggles to put it on and you help her. A grumble comes from her as her head pops out of the neck hole. The shirt is massive in her, coming down to the middle of her tiny shins.

She goes to try and get down from the bed but it's too high off of the ground, even if she backs off of it and holds onto the edge she'll dangle in the air. You slowly hold out your arms, offering to pick her up.

"May I?"

Alcina crosses her arms and makes a "humph" noise. After a moment she looks at you with defeat and holds out her arms.

"Come on, my love."

"How bad is it?"

"Um," you say, holding back a laugh. "have you ever seen a five year old?"

Alcina's eyes narrow at you and you walk over to her vanity, sitting her on the countertop.

"Really?" She says, displeased that you did so.

"Honey, even if you stood on the bench, you'd be too short."

Visibly frustrated, she turns and sees herself in the mirror for the first time. At first, she looks like she's in shock, moment later anger fills her tiny body and she grabs a leftover teacup from yesterday and chucks it on the floor, glass shattering everywhere, screaming.

The door bursts open and the three girls burst into the room.

"What's wrong?"

"We heard mom scream?"

"Wait, MOM?!"

The girls stand there in shock as they realize that their once 9 foot tall mother, is now a 3 foot tall child.

"Don't. Say. A. Single-"

"HOLY FUCKING SHIT!" Cassandra screams.

"MOM WHAT HAPPENED?!" Bela yells.

"OH MY GODS MOM YOU'RE SO FUCKING CUTE!" Daniela exclaims.

"Language!" She yells. Her gaze shifts to you, biting your lip, desperately trying to hold back your laugh. The angry face Alcina makes was too damn cute though and you begin to cackle.

"It's. Not. Funny." She says through gritted teeth.

"How is your voice the exact same though?!" Bela says.

"Oh, honey, I'm so sorry" you say through fits of laughter. "I can't- I can't help it oh my gods." Tears begin to fill your eyes as you laugh and you have to turn away and compose yourself for a moment. When you've calmed down a little you turn back towards her, her angry gaze still locked onto you. "Oh come on Alci, if this was the other way around you'd react the same way!"

"That is not true! I would call Mother Miranda right away and demand she bring my wife back to her normal size!"

"So you think I, a measly human, should call Mother Miranda and demand that she reverses whatever it is she did to you, a Lord, after you both agreed to whatever happened yesterday?"

Alcina growls.

"Mother Miranda did this to you?!" Bela says, shocked.

"Of course she did, she's such a bitch."

"Cassandra Dimitrescu you know much better than to speak of her that way!" Alcina scolds her.

"Aw, mom's so cute when she's mad!" Daniela says, stifling a giggle.

"Enough, the three of you." Alcina looks up at you. "Fine. I will call her." She steps towards the phone and tries to pick up the receiver with one hand, quickly realizing that it's just too heavy. Especially given that it's made for her usual size. Picking it up with two hands, she struggles trying to use the rotary.

"Let me help." You say, stepping over the glass shards and holding the receiver for her. "Girls, can you please get a broom and help with the glass?"

"On it!"

The three girls leave and as soon as the door closes, cackles ring out through the castle.

Alcina dials Mother Miranda and holds the receiver with both hands to her ear.

"Mother Miranda... That is actually the reason I'm calling... Yes... Well I woke up this morning THE SIZE OF A FIVE YEAR OLD CHILD! ... I apologize Mother Miranda... Well it certainly makes things difficult given I have a business I must run... Tomorrow?! ... Is there nothing that can be done sooner? ... Very well... Thank you Mother... Goodbye."

Alcina slams the phone back on the cradle and squeezes her tiny fists into balls and screams.

"What did she say?"

"That if it doesn't wear off by tomorrow she will bring something over to reverse it."

"So that means..." You say, biting your lip once more.

"Yes. I am stuck like this until then."

"I'm sorry Alci-" You say, desperately trying to hold back your laughter.

Alcina glares at you, making it harder for you to keep your shit together.

"This won't stop until you get it out of your system, will it?" She asks, visibly annoyed. You shake your head "no" and she sighs. "Alright, let it out."

"OH MY GOD ALCINA YOU'RE SO FUCKING CUTE!!" You squeal with laughter as you lift her off of the vanity and hold her in your arms. You gently squish her cheeks between your thumb and forefinger and she tries to pull away. "Is this what you looked like when you were a baby?!"

"How am I supposed to remember?!" She asks with aggravation.

"Oh my god you're the cutest thing in the whole world."

"Stop saying that! I am not cute."

"Alci, my love, you're so fucking cute. Even when you're not the size of a child."

"Language!!!"

The girls come back and help clean up the glass, they also called Donna who came by and dropped off some clothes that would fit Alcina for the time being. Angie, of course, laughed so hard you thought her head was going to pop off, meanwhile Donna hid a giggle behind her veil. Once they left, well, once Alcina threw Angie out, she got dressed and sat on the bed with her arms crossed, an angry pout on her face.

"Don't worry my love, it'll wear off soon."

"How am I supposed to get ANY work done today?! I am not leaving this room. I'll be damned if another soul sees me like this."

"Language." You say with a smirk.

Alcina glares at you, although you can only giggle in response since her glare is just too cute.

"How about I bring some of your paperwork in here and you work from here today? I'll help you make any phone calls you need to make."

"Fine."

You helped Alcina work for a few hours, although not much got done given her frustration with her current situation. The only saving grace being that she was still able to get things done over the phone since she didn't sound like a child. You were pretty positive that a few conversations would have been much less aggressive and tense if she wasn't in the body of a child, overall it wasn't horrible.

The girls brought your meals up and you both ate in the bedroom. After lunch, Alcina began yawning and rubbing her eyes.

"Tired?"

"I shouldn't be." She grumbles.

"Well, between yesterday and being the size of a person who gets afternoon naps, I'd say you should consider taking one."

"Absolutely no-" She begins to say before being cut off by another yawn.

"Come on."

You put her papers on the nightstand and pick her up.

"Put me down!!"

"You need rest, you're not going to get anything else done when you're this tired." You cradle her in your arms and slowly rock her. Bringing your finger to her face, you trace up and down the bridge of her nose, her little hand smacks you away. "Hey, don't hit me!"

"Don't treat me like a child!"

You give her a look and she crosses her arms and looks away. Tracing your finger back down and up the bridge of her nose, you bring your finger over one eyebrow, down and up her nose once more, and over the other. Alcina's eyelids grow heavy as you repeat the pattern, gently rocking her, but she fights sleep tooth and nail. Placing a soft kiss to her forehead, you continue to trace her skin and rock her. You're unsure as to whether or not she gave up the fight or lost it completely, but her eyes finally close and she falls asleep in your arms.

After a few minutes you go to lay her down on the bed, but her little hands grab hold of you. Gently kissing her forehead, you lay on the bed and put a pillow underneath your arm for support and hold her as she sleeps. The girls come in and you put a finger to your lips as they do, signaling for them to keep quiet.

They tiptoe over to you and look at their mother as if they're looking at a newborn baby. Daniela lets out a small squeal she was desperately holding back and Cassandra slaps her hand over her sisters mouth to keep her quiet. Alcina stirs for a moment and the four of you hold your breath, when she settles, you all exhale, relieved she wasn't woken up.

You wake up when you feel Alcina beginning to wake up in your arms, not realizing you fell asleep yourself. Big, bright gold eyes meet yours when they open. Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, you gently stroke her cheek.

"Good morning my love, how was your nap?"

"It would have been better if I woke up and this was all just a horrible dream." She says, stretching out her little arms. You impulse control fails when you gently tickle her armpit as her arms stretch up. She snaps her arms back to her side and glares into your eyes. If she was at her normal size, this look would send you running for your life, but when she's like this, it's just downright adorable.

"I'm sorry," you say as you start to laugh. "I couldn't help myself."

Alcina sits up in your lap and stares up into your eyes.

"When this wears off, you're in big trouble."

Biting your lip, trying to hold back your giggle you nod your head at her and she rolls her eyes.

"Do you want to take a bath? You didn't take one yesterday when you got home."

"I guess."

Carrying her in your arms, you sit her down on the bench in the bathroom and begin to fill up the tub.

"Bubbles?" You ask, looking back at her, trying to contain your laughter.

If looks could kill, even from a child, you would have been dead in a heartbeat. The seal on your laughter breaks and you burst out laughing.

"That's not funny."

"Oh honey, come on, it's a little funny."

You pick her up again and place her in the bathtub, you help her bathe, wash her hair and lift her out and wrap her in a fluffy towel when you're done. She wraps the extremely long towel around her and the two of you walk out of the bathroom into the bedroom.

"Shall I pick out the pair of footie pajamas for you?" You say, teasing her.

Alcina glares at you again and walks past you towards the pile of clothes Donna brought over. You hear her wince and turn around, as you go to open your mouth to speak, Alcina's tiny form expands, growing back into her normal size.

She looks down at her hands for a moment, realizing she's back to normal. Her gaze snaps to you, you're done for.

"Oh shit!" You yell, try to make a run for it but she's faster.

Grabbing you around your waist, Alcina throws you onto the bed and straddles you, her knees on either side of your hips.

"No! NO!" You yell through laughs.

She pins your hands above your head and leans over you, in all of her naked glory.

"I told you you were going to get it." She says with a smirk.

"I regret nothing." You quip.

"We'll see about that."

She doesn't even give you the chance to respond before crashing her lips into yours. Yup, she was gonna take her revenge all right, but you'd do it all over again if you could. Two words: Worth It.

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[fatuismooches]

Beaming more Dottore brainrot into ur head rn..

Akademiya Dottore having to stay out late for an assignment and when he gets back to his dorm he sees reader passed out on the couch, they tried staying up to wait for him but got too eepy and went zzzzz...

I like to think he quietly puts a blanket on them before sitting on the couch and just doing his own thing (eventually he also falls asleep on the couch)

When reader wakes up they notice the warm blanky on them and smile :) especially after they notice the usually stubborn man sleeping on the other side... giggles 😊 I like soft Dottore... he's so stubborn and in love..

(Reader totally teases him about it when he wakes up and in return gets ignored for the rest of the day... if they're short they also have all their akademiya supplies put onto a high shelf💀 cuz Dottore's mean like that and REFUSES to admit he likes reader :3)

Also If u want u can rb my art LOL I'm guessing u mean my silly Dottore shitposts n stuff? I rlly don't mind :D I'd prob just have 2 stop using my silly lil chicken disguise 💀 cuz it'd be obvious who I am at that point.. - 🐓

It's not very often that Dottore stays out late, he much rather be in his dorm doing his own thing rather than out and about (the darkness is good for being elusive, however, more light is necessary for certain experiments.) Unfortunately, group projects and meetings exist and he has to be on his 'teammates' time schedule... ending his day with his peers is certainly not what he considers favorable.

Meanwhile, you feel quite lonely without your crush, the dorm is oh so quiet without the sounds of his tinkering or the playful banter between you two. Not to mention how you miss his touch, his voice, his overall presence... do you miss him? Yes, of course, you're not in denial all the time like Zandik is. So you decide to just stay up, he can't be out for much longer, knowing Zandik, he'll wrap it up as soon as possible. (You could laugh imagining his expression right now, having to do an assignment with others instead of you.) Sadly, your body gives in to your tiredness and you slumber earlier than you wanted to.

When Zandik comes home and sees you slumped on the couch in dreamland, he scoffs and rolls his eyes... muttering under his breath about how careless you are and how you're going to wake up with cramps in that position (he says as he fixes your body to a more comfortable angle, and drapes a blanket over you before you wake up sneezing and complaining to him. Yes, he just doesn't want to listen to you complain, he totally doesn't care for your well-being.)

When you wake up to see him sleeping on the other side you just smile... you wish you two were actually dating so you could cuddle with him, but unfortunately, Zandik is a man who'll always be in denial when it comes to his feelings, it seems. At least he felt comfortable enough to fall asleep with you like this, that's progress! Even he was lured in by the warmth, despite probably wanting to pull another all-nighter...

Teasing him will result in a not-very-happy and annoyed Zandik who constantly rebuts your claims... he's not very amused at your "theories" and would prefer if you put your mouth to better use by assisting him with his research. (He derives some kind of sick pleasure from watching you struggle to obtain that hard-to-reach item.)

#smooches talks #🐓 anon #dottore love notes <3 #HELP IM REALLY SORRY I REALLY DIDN'T MEAN TO EXPOSE U.... but thank u for the reassurance ur posts r very cool 😭 #thank u for the dottore brainrot as always u keep me FED

[macravishedbymactavish]

hi, can you please do pros and cons of dating captain price?

This was incredibly fun to write, thanks anon!! ❤️

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3 pros and 3 cons of dating John Price

Pros

He's a planner, especially when it comes to you and your wellbeing

You held back a snort, watching as your boyfriend brought threw his bag into the backseat before getting in himself.

Softly sighing under your gaze he mindlessly mumbled "just say it, already" as he started driving.

"You remembered your purse, I see" you chuckled, finding it forever amusing that he always had his backpack when the two of you would go out.

Your amusement was cut short later that day when the weather took a turn and the wind picked up. Crossing your arms over your chest, grumbling about how John always seemed to be warm no matter the situation; you missed him sliding the bag off his one shoulder.

"Here" he simply stated, holding out a sweater for you to put on. "Low chance of showers today, but thought I'd bring sweaters just in case"

He is the king of home DIY. You want anything upgraded, fixed or built? He's got this.

"Hey, so I was thinking" you started one afternoon, leaning against the door of your shared bathroom. Explaining to your boyfriend the shelf idea you had seen on your phone a few hours earlier.

"Let me finish showering and we can go to the shop to buy supplies"

He always offers you a drink or snack whenever he gets up to grab one for himself. Sometimes brings you one back anyway (even if you said no)

"I'm going to grab something to drink, would you want anything?" He pointed toward the kitchen as he stood from the couch.

Cons

Totally does the "I was not asleep" thing when he was 100% asleep. Will fight to the end of his life that he was not sleeping

"Wake up, John" you whispered, nudging his arm. You came home to find your boyfriend laying on the couch asleep, controller on the floor.

Giving you a small groan, before shifting closer into the cushions he mumbled: " 'm awake"

Rolling your eyes, you opted against arguing that he was sound asleep not even a second ago. Shoving his legs back, you sat on the couch with him. Hand running over his bicep as he slowly woke up, stretching his shoulders as he explained that he was wide awake that entire time.

Gossips like a little old lady. Usually in public when he runs into someone he knows.

You stood awkwardly off to the side, shifting your weight between the heels and balls of your feet. John had been chatting with an old colleague of his in a random isle of the shop for at least 15 minutes.

While they were deep in conversation, you had excused yourself to not only finish the grocery shopping as planned, but also pay for and load said groceries into the vehicle. Only to come back to the isle to find they hadn't moved more than an inch.

"I should let the two of you get back to your shopping. We should meet up for a pint sometime though" his friend smiled, patting his shoulder before bidding you a polite goodbye.

"Sorry love, now what do we need to buy from here?" John smiled at you, eyebrow raising when you gave him an amused expression in return. Grabbing his hand, leading him out of the store as he slowly realized just how long he had been visiting for.

Has unconsciously used his work voice during some of your more heated arguments

Not that he ever means to, as with most people work stays at work. Home stays at home. We don't blur the lines.

Except the rare nights where emotions are high, words are escaping both your lips before your brains can process them.

"Are. We. Clear?" He enunciated, voice firm as he stared down at you. Irises hidden behind his pupils as his jaw locked.

Equally as angry, you simply spat: "Yes, Captain" before turning on your heel to go cool off.

There were many apologies shared the next morning when you both calmed down.

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#call of duty modern warfare 2 #captain john price #captain john price headcanons #captain john price x reader #cod mw2 #cod mw2 headcanons #call of duty modern warfare 2 headcanons

[humunanunga]

top surgery

The morning of the surgery, I woke up a few minutes before my first alarm clock. It was set for 6:00am, like the day before when I had to make sure I was dressed in time for the drive to my pre-op appointment a two-hour drive away. But my ride, my medical power of attorney, my secondhand family, had his alarm clock set for 6:15. So I waited until his went off too so he'd have a chance to brush his teeth before I washed the incision area one more time with the special cleanser. Forgetting I didn't need to wash my hair this time, since I already did the night before, my shower was shorter than planned, and so we still had time to idle before driving the scenic route to the surgery center.

More time to hype up my friends, and more time for them to hype me up.

9:30am finally arrived, and so had we. The door was still locked ten minutes later, so I called the office and the voice on the other end said they'd let the nurse know we were here. My driver and I were let in, I changed into the hospital gown, minutes passed as more doctors trickled in against the weekday morning traffic. They took my heart rate, my blood pressure, a urine sample, and the first doctor tried to install the IV needle into my left hand. She had difficulty chasing my vein, which can happen when patients have to abstain from food and drink before surgery. Needles didn't usually affect me, but hunger and dehydration probably made me more sensitive, because I did get woozy. The anesthesiologist ended up getting it done in a few quick motions on the right hand, taping it securely in place and running me through all the risks of anaesthesia and all the factors that made it more likely I'd wake up nauseous. And the surgeon quizzed me on the prescriptions she'd listed for me the day before, and what to do about the binder (leave it alone). At my request, my dad-in-spirit stepped out for a moment while she drew lines on my skin.

And then I was ready.

And finally, the surgeons were ready.

I was led into a spacious operating room, and I asked if I needed to strip down before getting on. They said I didn't, that they'd take care of that. So I stepped on, they covered my legs in a blanket since the room was chilly. I took note of their caps, one with a pig print on it and another with Carebears. I could hear a loud whirring from a machine somewhere out of my periphery while they finished hooking me up, putting an oxygen mask on me, telling me to take deep breaths.

They warned me earlier that the IV drip may sting, but I didn't feel that. What I did feel was the anaesthesia taking effect, so I said goodnight, I'll seeya later.

…

I remember going under. I remember a vague sense of the passage of time, like when you take a nap on the couch with the TV on but don't remember what you were thinking about whenever you wake up.

It took a lot of insistent pestering to wake me, and at first I thought it was my driver trying to wake me. But then I remembered where I was, and I started to respond. Everything felt heavy and cold, but someone put some kind of heater under my legs and it felt so good to warm up again. I was shivering intensely, but the doctors were patient and helped me into the soft pajamas I brought. Pajamas my roommate gave me.

The nausea never came, and when I had tomato soup for lunch and the potato soup for dinner, I couldn't imagine anything tasting better. I was able to take my first post-op selfie as promised on the way back to the hotel room, where one of my dear friends had sent me flowers. Everyone congragulated me, but once I made it back to the bed with the neck pillow, chest pillow and sleep mask from my roommate and her mother, I was only awake again to eat, drink, take pills or watch day become sunset become night.

And I felt so, so loved.

The the sutures holding my grafts in place and the (admittedly itchy) binding over them were removed this week, and the surgeon was delighted to see how well my nipples were healing this early on. I was still pretty tired from how early I had to wake up for the drive to my post-op appointment, but I was giddy seeing my bare chest in the mirror for the first time.

And, so, here I am now. Still under the care of my roomie, my friends and my family while I wait for mobility in my arms to come back. Able to shower again, as long as I follow instructions. Caring for the incision sites while they heal. Tingling the same way skin does when feeling comes back after escaping the cold. And safe from sweating into a binder through any more summers.

For transparency, it may be worth mentioning that I have a history of ideal health. Compared to my brother, my driver and my friends, I'm lucky that I haven't even had any side-effects to deal with. No post-anaesthesia high or nausea, no pain even when I tested out going off the prescriptions. But there's already enough horror stories out there to fearmonger transness with, or to prepare for all the risks and worst-case scenarios; so how about a happy ending to cleanse the palate with this time.

#top surgery #transneutral #transgender #gender #queer #medical #trypanophobia #dear diary #tldr

[cleos-cafe]

hello!! can i request a relationships hcs with silver (twst) and his gender neutral!s/o? thank you!!

☽ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ꜱɪʟᴠᴇʀ!☾

Hi, welcome to the blog anon, I hope you enjoy your stay and the content!

-Sincerely with much love Dahlia

Summary: Silver's General Romantic Headcanons

The reader will be referred to as you

Part 1 (you're here right now) | Part 2

P.S Read at the bottom of the page when finished reading please.

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First of all, let's start with the pre-relationship steps.

Silver is pretty calm, which is a relief for you considering the amount of headaches you've suffered with so many overplots and the several times where you've been included in the first-year's problems.

Your first meeting was something… odd?

After leaving Grim with Deuce and Ace (which you would regret before long) you ended up walking through the NRC facility, inadvertently bumping into a boy under a tree peacefully sleeping.

He was so beautiful, he seemed to hypnotize you with such beauty, so much so that you didn't notice when you crouched down next to him and looked at him closely.

Once you recovered your senses a wave of embarrassment swept over you and you quickly moved away trying not to wake him up, deciding just to sit next to him and enjoy the silence and calm of the place.

You don't know how much time had passed since then, until you heard how that sleeping beauty was waking up.

"Hmmmm…. yawn …. oh hey, who are you?"

You couldn't help but laugh lightly at how calm he looked, though you were aware that he would have no reason to be alarmed since you both had the same uniform and studied together, but you were used to how some students' first reaction was to yell at you and try to start a fight.

You quickly introduced yourself and explained that you had found him asleep on the grass so you decided to sit next to him since he looked so comfortable.

After he heard your name and was 100% conscious he made a comment that left you somewhat surprised.

"You were there when the incident happened at the Spelldrive tournament, weren't you? I knew you looked familiar, you were with those two who had marks on their faces and the guy with the wolf ears weren't you?"

You were somewhat impressed when you heard him, after all what you were usually known for was either the overplots or the incident you had earlier in the year (don't ask which of the two it was anyway, though the way he recognized you is related to one of the overplots).

The two of you ended up talking for quite a while and a certain fae had been spying on both of you under the pretext of looking for Silver.

Time was passing and things were changing, as was your friendship with Silver.

Over time you both ended up being quite close, to the point that you were often invited to Diasomnia (to the chagrin of a certain green hair who, although he denied it, was slowly getting used to your presence) and taking part in one celebration or another.

Sometimes it was you who helped Lilia and Sebek to look for Silver when he fell asleep, other times you stayed by his side enjoying the tranquility, it all depended on how the days were going.

It's not like he hasn't changed either, once he was more comfortable with you he used to tell you stories of his childhood, helping you with what he can considering he's a year ahead of you (he gets to a point where he compliments how good you are with the sword [this is completely canon, in the game in Silver PE Uniform voice line, he thinks MC has a talent for the sword. Home transition 2 "I think you've got some talent with a sword. I'd like to see you fight seriously sometime.")

It wasn't until Silver began to feel a strange sensation that things began to change.

After an emotional talk with Lilia where I explained to her what I was feeling, Silver started to change her behavior with you, starting to be more and more careful with you.

Like for example the time when because of Ace you ended up in the infirmary for falling off his broom, the blow was a bit hard and when you woke up Silver was there, asleep, but he was there.

At that moment you realized how much he appreciated you and you started to develop feelings for him.

Fast forward a few months later, both of your feelings were painfully obvious. To such an extent that Lilia and Adeuce had to give you both a push, ending in a confession that many expected but that was just as beautiful as the first time you met Silver. ♥

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Hi! I hope you liked the 1st part of these hcs, I will soon make the 2nd one, look forward to the next one, I promise to upload it soon!

-Sincerely with much love Dahlia

#twst headcanons #twst x reader #twst wonderland #disney twst #disney twisted wonderland #twst silver #twst silver x reader #silver vanrouge #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader

[actuallyadhd]

Hi, I wonder if you have any recommendations on sleeping schedules, I always fall asleep way too late (4am) so I end up waking up past noon, it’s a mess for holding a job and being a “functional adult” in general.

I’ve had this issue my whole life, even as a young kid I would struggle with mornings, but now I have to pay rent so I’m running out of options.

Also, any tip about getting to places on time would be super appreciated.

Thanks for all the info <3

Sent September 28, 2023

Sleep can be really hard. I don't usually go to bed until the wee hours myself, but I blame that on menopause more than anything else, since it wasn't a thing before.

When I had trouble with sleep as a young adult, it was usually because I'd gotten hyperfocused on something and forgot that sleep is good.

What I've found is that having a really basic bedtime routine can help a lot, and I try to follow the same sequence of events regardless of what time I finally start heading to bed. This helps remind my brain and my body that sleep is good, and makes it more likely to happen.

You might have to play around a bit to find what works best for you, but mine is as follows:

Realize I'm sleepy

Feed my guinea pigs

Use the bathroom

Change into pyjamas

Do some puzzles (e.g., Sudoku) until I'm falling asleep while trying to solve them

Some people read until they're falling asleep, but I can't read before bed because I hyperfocus on words and will stay up all night reading.

If you really can't figure out a way to get yourself to bed earlier, look for work that will fit into your sleep schedule. Things like night security, convenience store staff, etc. could work really well for you.

Being on time for things is hard, and different strategies work for different people.

When I was struggling most with being on time, I tried all the things everyone says to do: I had a designated spot to keep things like my keys and my wallet, I set alarms, etc. But I was still late.

Eventually, I figured out that it doesn't matter how ready I am, when I need to leave I will putter around for a while before actually walking out the door. There's always "just one more thing" that I "need" to do before I go. I timed myself, and I was puttering for an hour every time.

So I figured out what time I needed to leave in order to arrive on time (I was living in Calgary, Alberta, at the time, and it took about half an hour to drive anywhere I needed to be), and then I added an hour on to that and adjusted my alarms. I had one go off an hour before I needed to be on my way, and another go off when I needed to be in the car.

Another thing that really helped was having someone message me or call me when I should be on my way, particularly if I was giving them a ride.

These days, most of my things are with friends. I message or text them when I'm leaving, since that tells them when to expect me (I live in the country and am half an hour from the city). This helps deal with frustration and lets them know that I do, in fact, value their time. I'm not late because I don't care, I'm late because time isn't real.

Followers, do you have any thoughts on these issues? How do you deal with matters of sleep and timeliness?

-J

#adhd #asks #actually adhd #anonymous #sleep #timeliness #being late #insomnia

[sillysillygoofygoose]

MINORS DNI, CONTAINS MATURE THEMES

Han Jisung x Reader

Sub! Han x Dom, Fem! Reader (mommy kink used)

Exes to Lovers

Y/N's POV:

"C'mon!! It will be fun. You don't always have to be so cynical. I know you're still hurt over the breakup, but you have to get back out there at some point!!"

My friend, _____, sat next to me on my bed, tugging my arm basically out of the socket. Some stupid party was happening later tonight, and she just "needs" someone to go with her.

I didn't give her offer a second thought before turning it down.

I've fallen into the same routine since the breakup.

I wake up, get dressed, attend my classes, come home, and sleep. I don't even know when I'd given up on doing my makeup, showering every morning, and eating most meals.

"Y/NNNNNN, Pleeeeaaaaassseeeeeeee!! We can do your makeup and get you all dressed up! You'll feel soooo much better once you're out there! I mean, look at yourself, hun. You've kinda let yourself go..." She trailed off at the end of her sentence, turning me towards a mirror. I stared at my reflection, shrugging my shoulders. I guess she's right.

It has been four months, and mourning hasn't gotten me anywhere but down.

"Ugh, fine. I'll go... just hang out with me, okay? I don't want to be stuck mingling by myself." I really wasn't in the mood.

"Of course!! Let's get you ready!! This is so exciting, I promise we'll have fun!" She smiled brightly and tossed her long, dark hair over her shoulder as she over exaggerated her facial expressions and hand movements.

I rolled my eyes as she stood me up, pushing me to the bathroom to shower.

~Time skip~

I knew it. I fucking knew it. This party sucks.

____ ran off within thirty minutes, giggling with some overly mellow, immature dick. And I was stuck, standing awkwardly in my skin tight, tiny, barely-there dress, clutching onto my cup.

I just wanted to go home. It was naive of me to let ____ drive us here, I wasn't going home until she was. I made my way through the small crowd gathered in this unknown person's living room. I ventured my way into the small kitchen, digging through a small collection of alcohol. 

"Woah." I hear a soft voice from behind me. Not just any voice, though. It was so... familiar. I turned the top half of my body towards the sweet sound. My lips parted slightly in shock, my heart beat speeding up by the second.

Jisung.

When I thought this night couldn't get any worse, my ex boyfriend was standing in front of me, with his hands uncomfortably dangling at his sides.

Han cleared his throat, opening and closing his hands into fists, panicked. 

"Um hey. How have you been?" His voiced slightly quivered with every word he threw out.

I turned my head, refocusing on the alcohol, scoffing.

"Really good, actually. I'm sure you'd say the same." I lied, condescending tone visible in my firm voice.

"Oh, yeah. I've been alright." He almost whispered back, shrugging his shoulders.  He was never a good liar, especially in contrast to my secure manner. I hummed in response, not caring about his small fib.

"You look really pretty tonight." His round, sparkly eyes scanned up and down my body as I turned back around. My black dress stopped right after my round ass, my hourglass form standing out. ____ practically forced heels onto my feet earlier, making me a few inches taller than usual. My dark lips quirked up into a small smirk.

"I know." I responded, watching as he blushed. I laughed lightly, forgetting the alcohol and walking closer to him. I began engaging with him in useless small talk, almost greatful that I wasn't standing alone anymore. Slowly, conversation faded out and we locked eyes.

I heard his breath speed up slightly.

"Look, I'm- fuck, baby I'm really sorry. I miss you. A lot. I really do. I made a mistake." Jisung mumbled out after almost twenty minutes of back and forth talking. I sighed at his confession. Half of me want to smile, and spill my guts about how much I've missed him too. The other half of me wanted to go ape-shit and cry, furious that this was going to take me ten steps back in my "healing process".

I thought hard before speaking again. Eventually I quickly spat out, "God, don't even say that.".

However, I refused to break eye contact, not backing down or shying away from the sudden switch in conversation.

"No, I mean it. Please, give me another chance. I'll do anything you want me to. I just need you again." His voice became more and more quiet as he rambled on. I could've sworn he was tipsy, or even drunk, but he didn't look it.

"What's wrong with you? Are you drunk or something?" Maybe he was just fucking around with me...

Jisung's POV:

My heart was pumping out of my chest, I could hear the continuous beat in my ears. She just looks so... unbelievable tonight. Drop dead gorgeous.

I thought back to our final night together. The screaming. The cursing. The tears.

The theatrics were unreasonable for the small issue that caused the fight in the first place.

I just can't believe that was how I lost her.

"No, I'm not drunk. Listen, maybe it was stupid to say... I'm sorry, I should really go." The tension closed in on me as I quickly turned around and attempted to excuse myself. I felt nails dig into my upper arm and whip me back around.

"Anything?"

"Huh?" I felt my palms become sweaty.

"You said you'd do anything... right, Jisung? To prove you'll be a good boy again?"

She pulled me close to her, our noses touching.

I instinctively grabbed her hips, wanting, no, needing to feel her.

"Anything. Anything you want." I confirmed. Famous. Last. Words.

Y/N's POV :

I grabbed Jisung's hand and pulled him through the full living area. Why am I doing this to myself? It will be impossible to let him go after re-igniting the flame that previously burnt out. Ugh, whatever. I could make him do so, so much... fuck, I just wanted to use him. Nothing more... right?

I let go of his hand while I trudged up the staircase, feeling his presence trailing close behind my body like a lost little puppy. Once I got upstairs I opened and closed multiple doors before eventually finding an empty bedroom.

I pulled him inside the room, immediately pushing him against the door, slamming it close.

In less than a second, my lips were on his. The kiss was anything but gentle. I trailed my hand up to his neck squeezing softly, applying more and more pressure as I pinned him to the hard surface behind him. His breath hitched, his chest dramatically rising and falling against mine.

I broke the kiss, keeping my hand wrapped tight around his throat.

"Fucking strip. Quickly, I don't have all night." I demanded, using my grip on his neck to throw his shaking body to the floor.

He fell at my feet, head hanging. "Yes ma'am." He complied, frantically pulling off his shirt and rushing to unzip his pants.

Once he was fully bare, he looked up at me, waiting for his next command.

"Good boy. Stand up, come on. Be good for me." I curled my fingers around the bottom of my dress as he stood, lifting up the fabric, teasing him by exposing my thong. I pulled the tight dress off of my body, leaving my stiletto heals on.

"Hurry up, get on the bed for me, baby." Jisung scurried for the bed, laying down, propping his upper body up on his elbows as he waited for my next move. How pathetic. I smiled, taking my time as I made my way for the bed, slipping of my soaked panties.

I straddle his upper thighs, looking down at his rose-colored face.

"You've wanted this haven't you? You've been thinking about this?" I teased him, rubbing my hands along his sides and hips, tracing his v-line.

He shuddered against my touch, and I felt his dick lurch up under me, desperate for any sort of attention.

I smirked and grabbed his dick, wasting no time as I began slowly jerking him off. Painfully slowly. He immediately began whining, pushing his hips up to gain more friction. I leaned over and slapped him across the face.

"No. You don't get to feel good. Not yet. Take it like the little slut you are until I decide you deserve more."

He cried out as his tip began to leak with precum.

"Please, please, Mommy. I need to feel you so bad, please let me fuck you." Jisung begged, gripping onto the sheets next to him.

I ignored him and sped up slightly, amused as his back arched off the soft mattress under him. I began kissing and biting down his neck, marking my territory with bright red blotches.

"What a fucking whore. Look at you. Practically screaming from a hand job? How embarrassing, puppy." He let out a deep moan, simply from my words. I guess he really did miss me.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum mommy. Please let me cum. You make me feel so good mommy, thank you. Fuck~. " He jumbled his words together, and I felt the muscles in his strong legs tense under me. Moans turned to breathless, shallow whimpers right before I let go of him all together.

"Fuck, I was so close mommy." Jisung complained. Tears began prickling in his eyes.

"Aww, baby. I thought you wanted to fuck me?"

He immediately perked up, solemn demeanor gone.

"Really? You'll let me fuck you?". I silently confirmed moving off of him, and let him move on top of me.

"Go ahead baby, fuck me good. Show me how much you missed me, how much of a good boy you are."

That's all he needed.

I instantly felt the stretch of his dick completely filling me up. His arms wrapped around my waist and he rested his head on my chest. Wasting no time, he began thrusting his hips into mine at a rapid pace. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, moaning out. God, I missed the feeling of him inside me. I gripped onto his hair and he rammed into my G-spot.

"Fuck, baby boy... Ah Ji- so fucking good. Keep going, fill me up with your cum." I felt his hold on me tighten, almost like I was going to evaporate or disappear out of his arms.

"Mommmyy, I missed you. I missed your pussy. I need you. Fucking need you."

Water droplets soaked into the skin of my chest. I lifted his head up, his eyes meeting mine. His face was red, eyes were puffy, and tears ran down the soft skin.

My heart dropped as I held his face in my hands, wiping his tears.

"Shh Jisung, baby, it's okay. I'm here. Just feel good for me, okay? You're being such a good boy. Fuck your cum into me, just for mommy."

I held onto him tight as his whole body shook. I felt his warm cum pump out of him as he moaned, shoving his face into my shoulder.

I reached my climax almost immediately after, cradling him as he collapsed on top of me.

We calm down, our breathing evening back out and syncing together.

He was the first to speak.

"Come home with me... please?" Jisung moved off of me, laying next to my tired body.

I thought for a second before eventually agreeing.

We stood up, knees buckling as we dressed each other.

#han jisung #jisung x reader #smut #femmedomme #exes to lovers #skz smut #skz #fem reader #mommy k!nk

[mozart-the-meerkitten]

CW/TW- Pet Death

So last night I asked for prayers for me and my parents because we'd had a really rough and emotionally trying day. I will now explain. This is, unfortunately, also a Kitten Update on my Bengal kittens, so if you've become emotionally invested in them and aren't up for reading this right now, look away and come back to it another time. Or just don't come back to it. Alright, disclaimer over, you've been warned.

Alright, I'm going to keep this as succinct as possible to try and limit how much I end up crying.

We took the six girl kittens to get spayed yesterday.

Tulip, the littlest kitten, Leeli's runt, had a heart condition we didn't know about. It's all but invisible, there are barely any signs and there is no way to know it exists without special tests being done which we never even thought to do because we had never had an issue with it before and we have had Bengal cats for a long time.

They put Tulip under anesthesia and during the procedure her heart just... stopped. They did everything they could to revive her, they gave her CPR, they gave her epinephrine, but it didn't work. She died.

The vet said she likely had a heart condition where the heart walls thicken and it takes more and more effort then for the heart to beat. My mom looked it up and usually by the time symptoms are visible the cat only has 3-6 months to live. There is no cure, all they can do is slow it down/improve symptoms.

I realized, and shared with my parents, that Tulip was already showing symptoms. She always tired out before the other kittens, she slept more than them, when she was littler she'd come and fall asleep on me because she knew I'd keep other kittens from pouncing on her. Two days ago I'd left Madia and Tulip in my room for maybe 10-15 minutes and they were waking up from a nap, so I assumed they'd be tearing around when I got back. They were curled up on my bed again and I thought that was odd, but...

But Tulip was little, she was the runt, there was no reason to question these things because they're not uncommon behavior for runts (being smaller they have less energy/stamina). And she was as fiesty as any Bengal kitten we'd ever had. A few days ago I saw her attack Farid, her brother, who is over a FULL POUND heavier than her, and start beating him up. She gained weight, she ate well, she acted like a normal kitten!

She was already showing symptoms at 4-6 weeks old, maybe earlier. 3-6 months to live (usually) after symptoms show up. Her heart stopped when she was 4 months old.

It was basically as if we'd had her put to sleep. She felt no pain, she didn't even know. She just fell asleep.

There was no happier kitten in existence than Tulip. That little baby would purr like a MOTOR if you were in the ROOM with her, not even if you were holding her, petting her or playing with her. She just purred ALL THE TIME. She was such a sweet little bug that you couldn't get mad at her. All she knew was happiness and love, and like my mom said, there aren't many cats or people that's true of. She had the happiest kittenhood, the happiest life that any cat could ever have. Her siblings knew that their baby sister needed extra TLC so they made sure to always snuggle around her, Madia went slower so her baby sister could keep up, they loved her, they loved her, they loved her.

Tulip was going to die soon, we just didn't know it. At least this way, God gave us some answers and reasons as to why. I told my mom yesterday that this was simply her span of days, and it was short but very bright.

I named her after a spring flower. Tulips have a short season and then they fade. Tulip's season was short but vibrant and full of life. And when I thought about it today, about if I would have rather had her just not be born alive so I didn't have to go through the grief of losing her after I'd known her...

I couldn't imagine a world where I hadn't experienced that baby's life. I'd do it all over again. Her span of days was short but bright and I was with her every day of her life. I was her forever. And I loved her and I loved her and I loved her.

This was not my fault, I did everything right, I have no regrets. Sometimes things happen that are out of our control. She would never have lived long, but I gave her the best life any kitten could ever have.

Tulip is buried in my Hideout, in the Gnarled Forest, next to Dora. There is no higher honor I could give her than that.

All the others kittens came thought surgery fine and are recovering.

#cw pet death #tw pet death #bengal cats #kittens #tulip the kitten #tulip #my heart is broken #but I literally could not imagine a world where I didn't know her #there would have always been this little hole in my heart where tulip should have been #her life was so so happy #madia is the most sensitive kitten and so OF COURSE she would notice tulip needed extra tlc #OF COURSE she would slow down and specifically play with her little sister #so she didn't get lost in the shuffle of eleven kittens #I have video of tulip purring she just- #she purred when we PUT HER TO BED AT NIGHT #she purred when I PUT HER IN HER CRATE TO GO GET SPAYED YESTERDAY #I scooped her up and cuddled her a minute because she was just PURRING #I just feel so wrung out today #I should be bawling but I think I cried all my tears yesterday #I just feel kind of hollow and sad now #on the flipside though everything makes sense #the little promptings I've been feeling about her since I could distinguish her from her siblings #how much attention I gave her even though she wasn't the kitten I was keeping #I have SO MANY pictures of her #I have more thoughts but I don't have the energy to dissect them all right now/ #I think I should make a post specifically about them #anyway #this little baby was so precious and she will NOT be forgotten #I had already had thoughts about a book series where she and madia were the main characters #she will NOT be forgotten

[purplesurveys]

1846

1 - What have you been up to so far today? Is that a typical thing for you to do on this particular day of the week?  It was definitely a busier Saturday than usual; I never spend the weekend squeezing in like 10 errands in a day unless I have a work event to begin with.

2 - Did you get a decent night’s sleep last night? How many hours sleep do you consider a decent amount?  It was okay! I fell asleep a little earlier than I thought I would, so it was nice to get a few extra hours in. The only thing I didn't like was that I woke up disoriented; I thought it was Monday and that I was running late for work, so I pretty much woke up with my heartbeat spiking.

3 - What is one silly thing that really gets on your nerves?  When people try to make small talk at the start of work calls. That was fine during the pandemic, but at this point, I swear I won't take it against you if you don't ask me how my weekend was or where I traleved during the Christmas break.

4 - Who was the last person you saw who wasn’t family? What did you guys end up doing together?  I saw my workmates and other agencies when we had to go to our client's office for a face-to-face meeting. We essentially went through like 70+ slides to brief the client on the final flow of our large-scale event this Sunday.

5 - Do you prefer hot or cold drinks overall?  Cold. I hate feeling like my tongue's getting burned.

6 - Do you own a decent set of waterproofs? If so, what do you use them for the most? If not, do you think that would be something you’d find useful?  Waterproof...what? Clothes? Phone case? Shoes? Hahaha. Anyway I don't think I own anything that's waterproof.

7 - Do you have any plans for the rest of the day?  I just need to finish this doughnut I'm eating lol, maybe take another survey after this...then I'll need to turn in early because I have an early start tomorrow.

8 - How often do you get your hair cut? When hairdressers were closed due to COVID, did you try cutting it yourself at home?  Probably like once a year. I never cut my hair during the Peak Pandemic Era – it helped that I had it trimmed literally a week before it all began, not knowing it was going to start.

9 - What did you wear the last time you left the house? Is that different to what you’re wearing at the moment? I went out today and haven't changed out of my outfit yet so I'll just enumerate what I have on – a purple cropped top + jeans.

10 - Would you rather have a relaxing beach holiday or a more active holiday in the mountains?  I'd love the beach as I can't remember the last time I had a beach trip + the mountains sound super isolating. It also reminds me of hiking, and there is no activity I hate more.

11 - Do you know how to tie a tie?  No. I kept the knot on my school necktie for like 14 years so that I could just always wear it like a necklace, lol.

12 - How old were you when you first had a sleepover at someone’s house? Did you miss home?  I think I was like 15 or 16 when I had my first sleepover. No, I was just mostly excited to finally be in a sleepover lol as I was never allowed prior. Woes of being a firstborn Asian daugher – you're 100% Test Subject A.

13 - How often do you spend time with your extended family? I would say once a month. We live very near each other.

14 - When you get up in the morning, do you have a set routine?  Yup. It's nothing special but it is my routine that I like to follow; any missing step and I'll get super bothered hahaha. Anyway, I'm an early waker, so I usually allot an hour to properly wake up and stay in bed catching up on social media/news.

Around 30 minutes before work, that's when I make my bed, take a quick shower and brush my teeth, fix myself a cup of iced coffee, then spend the remaining minutes clearing up emails that came the night before. They're simple things but it helps me SO MUCH to start work in a good/relaxed mood.

15 - Do you remember the last time you cried? Were they sad or happy tears?  Happy tears! I cried a little bit this afternoon watching a video of this kid reacting to Cody's win from last Sunday. I didn't cry watching him cry, but then he said "Everybody helped, everyone helped him" which was what broke me. That was such a wholesome thing to hear!

16 - What do you have planned once you finish this survey?  I really want to take one more of these but we'll see.

17 - What was the last thing you cooked? Did you cook from scratch or just heat something up? I don't cook. I buy most of my food.

18 - Are you a fan of hot chocolate? Do you like it plain or do you prefer to add things like whipped cream or marshmallows?  I'm picky. It needs to be like artisan hot chocolate and I'm usually willing to pay more for premium options as most hot chocolates here are really just Milo :(

19 - What caused your last injury?  Cooper nicked a bit of my fingernail when he got a little too excited play-wrestling with me for his toy.

20 - How many tattoos and piercings do you have? Do any of them have an interesting story behind them?  Zero tattoos. I got my earlobe piercings when I was a few months old so there isn't really a deeper story behind them haha.

21 - What kind of flowers do you like the best? When was the last time someone bought those for you?  I've always liked peonies. I can't remember the last time I got flowers.

22 - What’s the smallest thing you’ve ended a relationship over?  I've only experienced a failed relationship once.

23 - Would you rather order a starter (appetiser) or a dessert? Or would you be able to manage a full three courses? Appetizers. I don't like sweet things too much, so it's rare that I ask to stay long enough for dessert.

24 - How do you get most of your news, if you pay attention to it at all?  These days, Reddit.

25 - Have you or a member of your family been diagnosed with COVID yet?  My mom and sister had it simultaneously but fortunately they were asymptomatic as it could've possibly gotten. I got the worst experience of the bunch.

26 - Are you a vegetarian? If so, what persuaded you to stop eating meat? If not, is it something you’d ever consider?  No. I would consider it, yes, but I honestly don't have faith in myself to commit to it.

27 - Do you prefer rice or pasta? RICE. A day legitimately feels incomplete without rice...

28 - Is anything you’re wearing a gift? Who bought it for you?  Nah.

29 - What’s the dominant colour in the room you’re in at the moment?  White.

30 - Did you do laundry yet today? If not, do you need to do any before you go to bed?  Nope and nope.

[one-vivid-judgment]

waiter! waiter! more Kuwana headcanons please!!

no just kidding but can we please get some nsfw or sfw headcanons for my favorite depressed old handyman? I'd let him get handy with me if you know what I mean...

God, I miss Kuwana so much, I wanna replay Lost Judgment SO badly 😭😭 Crazy thing is, I've only played it ONCE when I've played 7 + Judgment for HOURS (and probably will pick up 0, Kiwami 2 & 5 for a replay at some point; sorry for Mine, Tanimura and Kido cause I ADORE them, but I'm NOT going thru block hell + prison break hell + Fuckin' Munakata AGAIN).

Idc Idc Idc, I just know Kuwana would treat me right 😔😔

He loves sleeping in as much as the next guy, and he’ll do it as much as he can get away with. However, if you are staying over (or rather, he stays over at your place, cause his is... like that), he’ll sacrifice his sweet, sweet sleep and wake up earlier than usual just to make you some coffee. He hasn’t quite let go of his daily morning coffee routine from his teacher days, so he has the experience and makes a mean cup of coffee.

Absolute husband material: caring, sweet, affectionate, absolutely adores you. This just in though: you must have guessed it by the state of his apartment, but cleaning is... not his forte to say the least. Cooking, he’s a bit better at, but he is still average at best—honestly, he might still be living off cup noodles and convenience store food, and living in that small, filthy one-room apartment if it weren’t for you.

Picked up reading as a hobby in his university days and it persisted well into his teacher days. When he got fired though, he had to quit buying books. In fact, he had to sell some to make ends meet. Admittedly, you’ve caught him staring at the books in your shelves more than once—please, please, please, let him read them, he will love you for it. It kinda makes him miss teaching, in a way, but it’s nice anyway.

As you may have noticed, his teacher roots are far from gone. Which extends to sex. Which means teacher-student roleplay. He’s fine doing it with no other add-ons, but if you go out of your way to add a sexy schoolgirl uniform to the mix—you might kill the man, honestly. Also, if you want to feel sore for a few days? Call him ‘Kuwana-sensei’.

Sex with him is more love-making than anything. Romantic, slow and passionate. Cuddle-fucking is his favorite position for a reason: he gets to have you pressed impossibly close to him, kiss you whenever he wants to, maybe grab a handful of ass or tits if he’s feeling like it (never ask him if he’s an ass or a tits guy though, he won’t be able to give you an answer).

Handymen need to know how to use their hands, and boy, does he know how to use his. There is nothing he likes more than seeing you fall apart on his fingers. If one day he doesn’t feel like having sex but you do, he’s not leaving you out to dry; he’s making you come on his fingers at least once, maybe twice if you can handle more.

#ryu ga gotoku #judge eyes #judgment #lost judgment #jin kuwana #.txt #anon ask #yakuza headcanons #nsft headcanon

[possiblylando]

Chainsaw Man Chapter 125 ""Early"" Analsys.

I put Early in heavy quotation marks cause I'm a few (several) hours late to this. 125 is another battle chapter so up until the end we don't get much aside from more characterization of the falling devil.

Women be shopping post now

This one dude who's not even screaming he's just going "OWWW" was pretty funny in all honesty. You get your eyes ripped out and all your have to say is ow? Yeah me too honestly.

So since I wake up pretty later in the day due to having the worst sleep schedule known to man this was the first panel I saw due to my friend posting about it. Anyway I've not really got much knowledge when it comes to cooking or.. What human flesh tastes like.. But I've had ham and apples so I'd say probably a more sweet slightly acidic taste would pair decent? Idk apple names sadly so uhhh-

Falling's whole attitude here is really interesting because it's completely unlike any other devil we've seen. She's not here to massacre humans. She's just here to cook. Women be cooking post now. So now I'm more interested in what her deal is and why she's like this. She's a full on anomaly.

Any men out there want to spare some head?? She's so fucking bizarre because just a few minutes earlier she was pretty nonchalantly ripping random civilian's eyes and ears off their bodies.

I'm assuming they're using some sort of Anti-Material rifle here. Also public safety is back haiiiiiiiiiiiii. We then get a good look at what Falling is able to actually do in combat.

I'm unsure if this is a specific attack like increasing the gravity at a point to rip things apart of she's just rapidly attacking the building to destroy it and cause the rubble to fall upwards.

Additionally these tendril whip attacks seem to be her other main form of attack. I think that she's using the wings on her back as weapons instead of creating an energy attack or summoning something. Because later when we see them used again they don't have a uniform shape.

HE'S HEREEEEEEEEEEEE

Looks like 126 will be back to some full on chainsaw man blood and guts battle action. So I saw someone point this out on the chainsaw man reddit u/GVmG

Essentially what they're saying is the Chainsaw Man that shows up in 125 isn't actually denji due to the fact he's wearing his school inform jacket despite not having been wearing it previously. Additionally his laugh is different here a "GEH HEH HEH HEH" instead of the usual "GYA HAH HAH HAH". Frankly I think this is a pretty decent theory since the last time we saw Denji as Chainsaw man was during the school attack like 20 chapters or so ago. In it he was wearing his school uniform

And since I have a Yoshida is Chainfraud man agenda

This is also the last form of Chainsaw man Yoshida saw Denji as. I may or may not have said it before but Octopods have the ability to mimic certain textures and colors. Their actual ability to do so depends heavily on what their species is. So a general octopus devil would probably have the abilities of all octopods. We also know that Yoshida is now apart of Public Safety from his discussion with Fami. Additionally he knows about Falling's appearance due to Fami telling him and Public Safety being there to try and take her down. So the idea of Yoshida showing up before Denji as Chainfraud man has some weight to it. Especially since we don't see Denji's face in this chapter.

Notice how this is the only panel we get of human denji before chainsaw man appears. However This entire point could be moot because I could easily see these oddities being written off as 1. We don't see denji's face because it's for the shock factor of chainsaw man appearing. 2. denji put on his jacket because he wants to look cool for the ladies 3. It's a slight translation error with his laugh since it's pretty close to his usual one. So is this Chainfraud man? Maybe. The biggest evidence against it is pretty simple.

He's able to regenerate from this meaning he's at bare minimum an actual devil. Could be a Fiend or Hybrid (which denji IS). Additionally from a narrative perspective what would the point of Chainfraud man showing up now be? For Denji to see him with he inevitably arrives? Main problem is, How is denji going to deal with Falling. Her regeneration is absolutely insane since she was able to get up seconds after being turned into swiss cheese. I've got high hopes for 126.

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