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grippingbeskar · 2 years

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Hi! May I please request 🚕 10 with Obi-Wan? Thank you!!

— yes! ofc you may! i hope you are okay with the ‘period’ sickness way i took this, i have my period rn and needed some obi wan comfort 😭

— prompt:

🚕 10. first time being sick/them being sick around each other

— warnings: mention of periods, swearing, vomiting, cramps :(

[grippingbeskar’s 2k night out celebration!]

“Please. Don’t come in.” You sigh, voice ringing out from where your head hangs over the toilet bowel. You had been so in and out all day— waking up only to puke and cry about the cramps seizing your lower stomach, only to pass out again, that it had completed slipped your mind that you had a meeting with the council today.

What hadn’t slipped your mind, something you were painfully aware of now that he knocked on your door, was that Obi-Wan had asked to come and see you first. You only had limited time with each other— both of you needing to keep this thing that was going on between you as low profile as possible. It was confusing— but honestly, a long time coming, but whatever it was, it did not mean you wanted him to see you like this.

“Is something wrong? Did something happen today? I read the report on the way here— I didn’t see your name.” Of course, he knew you were meant to also attend the diplomatic conference with Naboo this morning, which you missed, too busy hurling up whatever remained in your stomach.

“I’m—“ You spluttered, coughing against your will, throat sore from the endless day behind you. “I’m sick. Just… you don’t want to see me right now.”

“Sick? Do you wants me to call a medical droid?” You already had. There was nothing they could do, really— this wasn’t the kind of sick they could heal. This was normal for you, every month you spent the first day or two of your period like this, but it’s never affected your work before. Never caused you to miss a meeting with the council, of all people. All the medical droid did was give you something for the pain, and a sedative so you could at least get an hour or two of sleep.

“It’s… not that kind of sick, Obi-Wan.” You expected him to back away, or be at least awkward enough to leave you alone, even though you wanted the exact opposite. You just couldn’t bare the embarrassment, really, of making him feel uncomfortable. You heard no receding footsteps, and if he hadn’t spoken you would of thought you were alone.

“Let me help you.” He spoke softly, words making your eyes flutter open with how much care he spoke with.

“You really don’t have to. I know you want to go to the meeting—“

“Stars, no. It would be terribly boring without you.” Even when you feel like your insides are shredding themselves, he makes you smile. “Besides, there is no where I would rather be than with you.”

“Even if I puke on you?” You can hear him laugh on the other side of the door, and you use your last remaining energy to unlock the door through the Force.

“Even then, darling.” Stepping into the room, he immediately comes to your side, his warm hand skating along your exposed spine, rubbing it soothingly. “What can I do?”

“That.” His hand stills for a second, and then resumes drawing aimless patterns on your back. “Feels nice.”

“Lets get you off the floor. Bed sounds nice too, doesn’t it?” You hand’t realised how tired you were until Obi-Wan began to lull you to sleep, a subconscious part of you not able to let your guard down until he was next to you.

He supports you as you stand, wrapping his arms around your waist more than he needs to, but you don’t dare say anything to him. Not that you could walk on your own, or that now you’ve thrown up you’ve already started to feel a bit better. No, you just stay quiet and lean into his touch, the warmth of his body like your own personal heat lamp.

“You want to change?” He looks down at your pyjamas, and you just shake your head, wanting to be buried under the covers with him in the next three seconds.

“Just want you.” You hum groggily, and your eyes start to flutter closed the second he lays your head on the pillow. You are afraid to ask him to stay with you— and even more afraid he would say no. You hadn’t done anything like this with him before, and the thought of him leaving you right now seemed to hurt worse than the cramps.

Before you can say anything, or overthink anymore, his body is pressing firmly against yours, encouraging your leg over his waist and your head nuzzles into his chest. The positioning keeps the warmth of his body heat on your stomach, and the pain fades away wherever he is touching you, which is everywhere.

“Sleep, my love. I’ll be here when you wake up.” Your eyes close, and your fingers dig themselves further into the complicated fabric of his far too formal robes, knowing he was telling the truth.

#grippingbeskarsnightout #obi wan x reader #obi wan x you #obi wan x y/n #obi wan kenobie x you #obi wan kenobi x y/n #obi wan kenobi x reader

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thewritingginger · 1 year

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;) Alphabet - Taiju Shiba

I’m still working on the two remaining kinktober prompts but im a bit sick rn so my energy to write is kinda low So here's some letter headcanons in the mean time :)

Fandom: Tokyo Revengers Letters: T, A, I, J, U Warnings: 18+, Talks of sex (obviously)

Enjoy ~

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Yes, he owns toys

& Yes, he uses them –mostly on his partner

He mainly uses vibrators and dildos/penetration toys

If you want to use a toy on him he has to be in the mood to

When in the mood to have a toy used on him it might be a cockring while having sex &/or getting a blow job –kinda enjoys the way it restrains his ejaculation

He also doesn’t mind if you were to use a vibrator on him during a blow job/ hand job –teasing his tip with it or pressing it against his balls while you suck his tip

But he mainly prefers using them on his partner rather than himself

He does have a pocket-pussy he might use while masturbating but not all the time, it's just a mood thing

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Depends on the day

I think it took some time for Taiju to get comfortable enough to be intimate in the terms of vulnerability

In the beginning sex was fun but not a form of showing love

That level of intimacy wouldn’t come till later when he feels worthy of not only showing but receiving that kind of affection

I wouldn’t say he’s romantic but there are times when he is making love to you

In those moments he is baring himself in a way not many people get to see

“Fuck, you’re perfect.”

“I love you more than anything.”

He might play some music and light a few candles on special occasions but he feels kinda silly when he does stuff like that

Overall, he’s not very romantic in the traditional sense of the word

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Honestly, Tai is like a big teddy bear after sex –the rougher it was the more that is true

He likes laying there with you in his arms, either spooning or you on his chest, as you catch your breaths

Not very talkative, maybe some cooing and ‘I love you’s but other than that he’s just enjoying the afterglow of your sex

Will listen to you talk tho as he strokes your hair &/or body

If you had sex somewhere other than your bed, such as the couch, he will carry you to bed or a shower if you want

He does make sure you’re ok and asks if he hurt you at all if he was rougher on you

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Taiju jerks off maybe b/w 2-4 times a week (1-2 being average & 4+ being when he’s stressed or really needy and isn’t with you)

I think he kinda likes holding it in and getting amped up for when he’s with you

I can see him being into edging himself but never releasing when he or you has to be gone for work or whatever so when you’re finally back together there is no holds barred and nobody might see you guys for a day or two depending on how long you’ve been separated

If/when Taiju masturbates he would rather use a photo/video he’s taken (consensually) or you’ve sent him as his source to get off to –also wouldn’t be against a little phone sex of either you guiding him or him guiding you (or both) to orgasm

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Taiju can have a bit of a Sadistic streak in the bedroom

He on occasion enjoys overstimulating and denying you orgasms

Also can really get into dirty talk and degrading in these moments

“Does my dirty girl/boy want to cum?”

“Look at you begging for my cock. Is the toy I have inside you not good enough?”

If he’s feeling particularly playful and cruel he’ll have you sit on his cock and keep it warm for him as he works or is watching a show/movie

All the while he is groping you and whispering in your ear as you whimper for more

“What did I say about moving, Baby?”

“I know you want to bounce on my cock but you look so pretty sitting with it stuffed inside you.”

Safe to say that, if it’s the vibe, Taiju can be quite unfair and enjoys seeing you squirm from time to time

I hope you liked that!

Feedback & Interaction is always appreciated :3

💛 ~

~ Masterlist ~

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers headcanons #tokyo revengers taiju shiba #tokyorev taiju shiba #taiju shiba #taiju shiba x reader #tr taiju #tr taiju shiba #taiju shiba headcanons #tokyo revengers x reader #tr x reader #x reader #x gn reader #*nsfw #*nsfw alphabet

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indigostreaking · 1 year

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could you do a headcannon of the boys taking care of you while sick? i’m super sick with the flu rn and just want affecting lol 🤍

Absolutely 🤭 I tried to vary the illnesses just for the sake of not being repetitive, but I genuinely think they’d all be very sweet and attentive.

Warnings: mentions of chronic illness, throwing up, and a whole lot of sweetness

Josh:

“You okay babe?” He asked as he walked in to your darkened bedroom. He had always been a morning person, rising with the sun. You usually slept in until mid morning, but you were woken by a cough. It was deep in your chest and rattled when you exhaled. You couldn’t breathe through your nose, so you let your mouth hang open as you shook your head. Josh walked closer, sitting down beside you and kissing your forehead gently as he held your face in his hands. “You feel pretty warm..would you like some tea?” He asked with an easy smile. You nodded this time, still far too early for words. He padded down the hall, returning moments later with a steaming mug. “I added some honey..good for the throat,” he sat down once more and held out the mug. You accepted it graciously, taking a delicate sip before placing it on your nightstand and snuggling into his lap. “Will you sing me a song?” You asked quietly and he smiled down at you, running his fingers through your hair while gently untangling the knots from sleep. He looked up and to the right as he searched his memory for the song he wanted, then back down to you as he began to sing Into The Mystic.

Jake:

“Soup’s done…want me to bring it to you, or do you want to venture out to the living room?” He asked as he leaned into your shared bedroom, hanging sideways on the door frame. You loved having him home and seeing him all domestic compared to his ‘usual’ rockstar vibe. He was wearing red flannel pajama bottoms that his mom got him for Christmas—she got a set for everyone so you could all match. His hair was pulled back in a low bun, which he did frequently when he cooked. “I can manage for soup, I guess,” you teased, not losing the sass even after sweating out a fever all morning. You wrapped the blanket around you and waddled after him, plopping yourself down on the couch while he brought over a bowl for each of you. “You’re gonna get sick if you stay this close to me,” you reprimanded between sniffles when he sat down close enough that your thighs were touching. “Don’t care,” he grinned before leaning in to kiss your forehead.

Danny:

“Y/n, you okay?” Danny asked gently after knocking on the bathroom door. You groaned in response before throwing up again. The door clicked open, and he padded in across the tile, frowning when he saw you sitting in the floor, draped over the toilet, in the middle of puking your guts up. You’d be embarrassed if you had the energy, but you couldn’t find it in you. You looked up at him helplessly, and he sat down behind you without a word, removing the hair tie from his wrist to pull back your hair and rubbing your back soothingly. “You’re shaking…Do you think I can put you in bed?” He sounded nervous as he asked, but you nodded. You felt okay enough for the moment, so he scooped you up bridal style and carried you to bed, placing you gently and tucking you in. He trotted out of the room, returning with a trash can, some crackers, and a glass of ginger ale with a straw. He sat everything down and handed you the remote before settling in beside you. You took it and switched it to YouTube, turning on your comfort song without shame. Danny giggled and shook his head when Light My Love came on, but you could have sworn you heard him singing along before you fell asleep.

Sammy:

“Baby, it’s fine, I promise. Go take a bath and crawl back in bed. I’ll join you in a few,” Sam said sweetly after you told him you didn’t really feel up to the plans you had today. You were dealing with a flare up, and just felt exhausted and sore. He was an angel for being so understanding, and you made a mental note to make it up to him when you felt better. You turned on the faucet, letting the tub fill with warm water as you undressed. When you shut the water back off, you could hear Sam talking to someone on the phone. “Yeah, sorry but we’re not going to make it today. Y/n isn’t feeling well,” he said calmly, and you hated that he felt the need to be the one to let everyone know..but you loved him for it. “Well yeah, that’s what chronic means,” he was definitely annoyed now, bordering on angry, and you desperately wished you could hear the other person. “I don’t care if she ‘looks sick’. You don’t look like an idiot, but that didn’t stop you….yeah fuck you, too!” You heard his phone slam into the couch cushion and he sighed. You settled into the tub, knowing he’d come to you when he was ready, and like clockwork he appeared. “Who was that?” You asked softly. “No one important,” he replied plainly. “Room for one more?” He asked with a sly smirk.

#greta van fleet #josh kiszka #jake kiszka #danny wagner #sam kiszka #gvf headcanons

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abbiebsart · 1 year

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I’ve been sick as a dog this past week and the first thing I got back into drawing with was this tiny comic between Edgar and Clifford about their first meeting (wip because I’m still very slow and low energy rn)

Context: Edgar (left) has been approached by Cliff (right) about one of his patients going missing. Clifford is an off-duty detective looking into leads to catch a serial organ-harvester, and Edgar is trying to play off like that isn’t him.

#my ocs #wip #comics #slasher oc #detective oc #Edgar Corey Dahl #Clifford Blaine #abbiebsart #my art

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minbinchan · 1 year

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I’m still not on break 😭😭 simce I don’t work on weekends I still have those two days to go (now one and a half since im on lunch break kdhsdh) and I feel like its taking an eternity for this break to come 🥲

I’m glad you are feeling better! But this temperature is really not helping… I think I took about three naps yesterday because I just couldn’t stay up too much without feeling dizzy because of the heat 😓.. but I did manage to start you gift 👀👀👀

Hope you’re having a good day! And if not sending more of my good energies for your day to be better!! - 🎁

oh nooooooooo!! well i hope the days pass quickly so you can take your deserved break!!

here it rained a little and the temperature dropped, that's not gonna be good for my health bc i get sick so fast with sudden changes of temperature but oh well lol i do hope the coughing goes away soon, it's really annoying

I'M SO !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TO SEE WHAT YOU'LL MAKE!!!! I CAN'T WAIT I CAN'T WAIT

i still have to start mine for my giftee hjfjhdf i'm so lazy but i don't wanna half ass it and my inspo is kinda low rn so i'll probs end up making something super close to the deadline bc apparently i work best under pressure :P

i'm having a good day so far! i've been making lots of gifs to make up for the time i wasn't able to bc of school so today i've been making lots of chris sets hehe

i hope you're doing well too!! and that work wasn't too stressing! just a day left and then you're free!!

#stayblr secret santa

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nearwildheaven · 3 years

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bestie i am so close to reenacting the last verse of a most peculiar man (simon & garfunkel, 1966) it’s not even funny

#crying into my breakfast cereal this morning? a new low has been reached!#i am so miserable!!!!!!!!!! i am so fucking tired!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#so TIRED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! holy FUCK #everything makes me wna cry and i have cried so much in the last few weeks i cant believe there are still functioning tear ducts in my body #i need to take a break but no break feels long enough and it’s never without crippling guilt anyway #at what point does crying stop being therapeutic and a part of the daily routine instead. asking for a friend #im so sick of having to rely on adults who don’t give a shit abt me #genuinely. if lockdown ends and the first day out i have to go do my french exam im gna throw myself in front of a bus #i did a listening prac and couldn’t focus for shit #i cannot cram pages and pages of rehearsed speaking responses on top of everything else. i just cant #but this is the actual exam and the rest is a mock so i have to. fuck off #if i find out that trials is not postponed i WILL [redacted]. cant take this anymore #i am so behind with everything and i don’t have the energy to do better !!!!!! i cant do shit my body is a shell #nothing is going right anymore. is there any good in the world rn bc it sure as fuck doesn’t feel like it #every week i’m like. ‘oh now i’ve reached rock bottom’ but each week never fails to surprise :) it gets worse every time babey #noon.txt

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leviiattacks · 3 years

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CASHIER LEVI AND LIKE THE READER IS THE CUSTOMER AND IT’S LIKE THEY HAVE A CRUSH ON EACHTOHER

author note :: honestly not my best at all..... like at all..... this was actually pretty good but the entire draft got deleted and i just lost all my effort but i felt bad for starting it and not completing it for anon so you may take whatever i have managed to salvage. i hope u enjoy it :’( i am extremely sick rn and yeah writing is the only break i am currently getting from anything :-) SO AGAIN I’ M SORRY ANON..... i may write a 10k + word fic on this though so i can redeem myself bc this is just disappointing 😭

word count :: 3.3k

every single thursday you stop by ackermart. maybe it’s because the day is convenient for you or perhaps it’s because of a certain cashier that works the evenings...

HAHA it’s got nothing to do with a cashier why would it have anything to do with a cashier? :-)

today is like any other. you walk through the fresh produce aisle then proceed to make your way towards the bakery section picking up a loaf of bread

it’s stupid, you know it is but... you think you’ve worked up enough courage to speak to him today!!

and who is him you may ask?

levi at till number four. his tired eyes always happen to pierce into yours and his calloused thumbs brush past your skin when you hand him your rewards card

levi is what his bright red name tag says and although he doesn’t look like a levi you’d like to think your crush isn’t stealing someone’s identity so you believe that it’s his real name

anxiously fiddling with your basket you’re beginning to think this was a horrible idea

the girl ahead of you is flirting up a storm with him and although he’s not reciprocating it by any means you still feel deterred

levi bags the last of her groceries and looks up at her when she asks for a way to contact him. he doesn’t look mad... just bored?

“ma’am. this is an ackermart i don’t think it’s appropriate you ask me for my number. the customer service line is listed on our website.”

the woman raises a brow looking completely flabbergasted. okay, if everything before this wasn’t a warning THIS sure was

she stomps off when she realises levi isn’t kidding and you think you’d feel bad for her maybe if she was more respectful about it

“next customer.” levi calls over his shoulder and you shuffle forward pretending to be engrossed in your phone

“cash or card?” he asks plainly.

you hear the BEEP of your groceries being scanned and think on it for a while before replying with “cash”

you’re clearly pretty good at your pretend to be totally into your phone act because levi tries to get your attention but you don’t hear what he has to say till the third time he repeats himself

but even then you’re still unsure what it is he’s said????

looking down you see his hand is stuck out in front of you and now you’re even more confused

faltering for a second you look at his palm and then speak

“um, i guess your hand is nice? it’s pretty big compared to the rest of you actually.”

“i was asking for your cash?” he says and now you look at his palms in mortification

gasping you yANK your hand into your purse as you laugh awkwardly fishing around to find your money

“oh, OH i knew that. just kidding!! i mean- i meant that thing about your hand?? but i thought it was- i funny? yes the joke funny? i’m-”

he leans back into his spinning chair and sighs contently. “you’re not making much sense peaches.”

“pe- peaches??” you repeat. no way you’ve heard that correct

levi lazily points at the abundance of the aforementioned fruit in your grocery bags

“you must love em.”

“i, well yeah i do like peaches but i also like...” um??? what food would make you look sophisticated and professional?

OH YEAH

“FRENCH CUISINE :-)!!!!” you say rather proudly

“...cool. i guess.” levi hands you your grocery bag which is basically an invitation asking for you to get out

he doesn’t seem mad but he’s definitely going to look back at this encounter and laugh his ass off at how stupid you are

hanging your head down low in embarrassment you make your way out towards your car

there’s always next time!! maybe you can practice in the mirror yeah that does sound like it would help!!!

okay so.

it is officially next time.

actually you never got the opportunity to practice in front of the mirror because you chickened out of looking like an idiot even if it was in the privacy of your own home

but!!! you did try to practice some cool pick up lines because who doesn’t like a good pickup line or two??

the two mini milk cartons in your hand and the pack of doughnuts you have tucked under your arm aren’t too heavy so you aren’t too worried about having to wait in the line

for some reason the guy in front of you keeps turning around and glancing at you as if you don’t even exist

you are not casper the ghost

also casper is a little boy and you definitely aren’t a little boy

finally after a good five minutes the man ahead of you is having his stuff scanned but he’s STILL doing it. even levi notices and gives him an odd look which borders annoyance and anger.

“can i pay for your groceries? maybe walk you to your car?” the stranger asks suddenly

so that’s what this is, he’s simply taken an interest in you

my god this is new but it is uncomfortable and you’d rather say no

“oh, i actually walked here and no thanks i can pay for my own. enjoy the rest of your day!!” you hope your white lie is enough to fool the man but instead of agreeing as any other person would he looks majorly deceived

“i saw you in the parking lot.” ok this is getting a bit too uncomfortable for your liking

��c’mon i’m offering to buy your shit too?”

his voice is raising and you’re not sure what exactly you can do but thankfully for you the manager steps in and takes him away before any more threats can be made

the man had taken up so much of your attention you almost forgot levi was even there until you turned back around

“do you want a member of staff to accompany you to your car? it’s getting dark out.” levi’s comment helps ease your nerves and you try to laugh off what just happened

“i’m good :-)” you say shaking a little. you’re unsure if it’s the cold or the fact you still haven’t completely calmed down

“you sure peaches?”

“i haven’t bought any peaches this time.”

“you’re still peaches to me.” your cheeks flush at his confidence

wait, maybe this is your chance. you’re the last person in his line and they’re closing up for the day so...

“could you walk me to my car?”

and to your surprise even before you can take back what you’ve said levi agrees

it stays like that for a while.

every thursday levi walks you to your car by the end of his shift, all the while the two of you exchange a few words together

like last week you asked him what his favourite colour was (he said purple) you’ve learnt about his hobbies (he’s a decent cook), you’ve even found out about some of his own personal problems. he had mentioned suffering with insomnia in passing.

to be honest each and every time he walks you to your car he has to notice that you begin to park further and further away from the front entrance. but if he does notice he doesn’t say a word about it

“is that all you’re checking out?” you ask with a cheeky grin plastered across your face

looking down at your new dress your lopsided grin is far from fading away any time soon. you especially picked this one out after asking levi what his favourite colour was last week

god. this is so embarrassing but never actually have you had a crush this huge

levi who’s sat behind the counter shoots you a look which almost seems to be on the verge of uninterested. he isn’t entertaining this at all or this is just his typical bored face, you can’t really tell

BUT..... you still have a huge crush on him and you aren’t one to give up this easily

for the record you don’t harass him or anything, just the occasional hint is thrown around but he’s either really dense or doesn’t care

his expression does you no favours, you can’t tell what he’s thinking half the time

“you’re always buying energy drinks... might want to cut down on those they’re no good for you.”

warmth blooms in your chest. he’s just saying it to make small talk but the fact he even thinks to bring that up has your heart fluttering

“i- well- yeah i will!! just have a few overdue essays to get over with :-)” twiddling your thumbs together you think that makes your nerves too obvious so you begin to scratch at the back of your neck

if anything is a dead give away it’s your constant neck scratching, thankfully levi hasn’t picked up on it

“so you wore purple today?” his eyes linger on the thin straps of your dress and you feel the goosebumps rise up onto your skin immediately

“oh yeahhhh-”

“did i tell you yellow was my favourite colour last week?” he asks holding up a neon yellow pack of crisps and for the first time you see him smile

he looks so ?!|>\€|^ pretty ?!/)/&

wait?? yellow??

“didn’t you say purple?”

“no?” he crosses his arms playfully over his chest thinking for a bit

“maybe i did but no it’s really yellow.” he says as he hands you your bag

nodding your head you smile “yeahhhh sure it is.”

damn, now you’re going to have to find a yellow dress just to make him revert back to purple because who even likes yellow?? that’s a deal breaker right there??

update

it’s been two weeks!!

and a yellow dress has been found and secured B-)

it’s been a pretty rough day at work and you need to desperately collect a pack of green tea and get going

you don’t know when exactly being a secretary meant you had to babysit your boss’ children but that’s what the last week has entailed

being made to work overtime to this extent has had an effect on you and you’re ready to head home as soon as you swing by ackermart

not seeing levi for a week made you a little :-( because to be honest he’s the highlight of your thursday evening BUT!! you’ll be able to see him today at least

walking in through the entrance you’re met with connie smiling right at you, he holds the door open for you and smile back greeting him

“so you didn’t come last week...?”

it’s weird for him to ask that, after all you don’t really speak to anyone here apart from levi, you’re surprised you’re enough of a regular to be known by name

“oh i didn’t think anyone would notice? but yeah i had to work overtime you know what boss’ are like.” groaning you crouch down and look at the pot noodles on display

“i didn’t notice it. boss man did.”

“boss man?” you ask feeling out of loop

“levi.” connie answers as he hops into the backroom

????

isn’t he just a cashier??

“you still look confused.” connie remarks as he heads back out with a cardboard box full of pringle’s tubes

“levi’s the boss man, this is his store. he literally only ever mans the cash register on thursday evening because of you.”

at that you start laughing because it makes no sense at all to you

there’s no way connie is being serious

“good one.” you say as you stand up with a chicken flavored noodle in your hand

“i’m not kidding?”

turning around you give him a skeptical look

he sighs and shakes his head.

“listen. me and the part timers are tired of making bets on when he’ll give you his number and i bet that it would happen today so if you could confess to each other that would be perfect!!!”

“who said i like-”

“anyone with a brain can tell you both like each other.” he’s rolled his eyes so far into the back of his head you begin to take him a little more seriously now

“i... did i make it that obvious??” you’re directly facing him trying to get out as much information as you can

“yeah. very. at least levi wasn’t as bold.”

“i think you’ve got the wrong end of the stick he definitely doesn’t like me.”

connie gives you an “are you fucking with me?” look and you look away trying to distract yourself with the the canned goods lining the shelves

“he was worried sick when you didn’t come in for the entire week. he even asked me if he scared you away.”

“maybe i’m just his favourite customer?”

“favourite customer my ass he has a crush on YOU. confess.”

playing around with the ends of your sleeves connie sees he’s fighting a losing battle unless he gives you definitive solid proof

“please... i’ll get free barbecue if i win the bet and i’m kinda broke rn :-(” okay, you do want connie to eat well and be treated and maybe this is a good thing. if levi doesn’t like you then you can move on!!

“i’ll think about it.”

before connie can continue talking you make a beeline towards the tea aisle whilst throwing a “see you next time!” over your shoulder.

by the time you’ve gathered all of your groceries your basket is full to the brim. you’ve been lingering as much as you can out of fear but you think you’ve collected just enough courage to ask for his number

looking at the cash register levi is sat there and your shoulders slump. he’s probably going to say no and you’re going to look like a huge loser.

right as you’re about to take a step towards him levi finally spots you and gives you one look before standing up from his seat

“hi!” you wave at him

“...hey!” he smiles wide but he bites it back pretending it was never there in the first place

placing your basket in front of him he eyes what you’ve got

“hm... lots of peaches as per usual peaches.” the nickname that rolls of his tongue makes you tremble a little. will he call you that after you fuck everything up with this stupid confession?

his tongue pokes at the inside of his cheek when he gets to the heart shaped box of chocolates

“a gift for a friend? didn’t know you had those?” he teases as he scans the barcode

“gift for a crush!” you reply back enthusiastically as you dig through your wallet looking for your card

levi doesn’t respond for a few seconds and an awkward silence fills the air. you glance up to see him looking at you open mouthed in shock

“good luck.” he murmurs under his breath he’s not even returning your gaze at this point and is hurriedly scanning through your barcodes

“you okay?” you ask worrying about his mood

“yeah, yeah. great.” he’s quieter than usual.

the rest of your encounter is the same, levi silently bags your groceries and you can’t tell if this is a good or bad response.

just as he’s about to place the heart shaped box into your plastic bag you lunge forward holding his wrist to stop him

“no i don’t need those.”

he cocks his eyebrow upwards trying to analyse your expression and gain an understanding of your thoughts

“don’t tell me you’re chickening out. whoever it is will say yes.” he scoffs as he places the chocolates into the bag handing them over to you with a warm smile

there it is again. the fear returns and you swipe your tongue over your slightly dry lips.

no way.

is he telling you to confess to someone now? so he must not like you?

taking the bag away from him you scratch your neck out of habit and huff feeling frustrated

“he keeps giving me mixed signals.” you say hoping he catches your drift

“give him the chocolates and let him put two and two together. don’t even say anything.” his advice would be great if he weren’t the guy you were trying to confess to in real time

nodding you reach into the bag and bring the box back out before gently placing it in front of levi

“are you serious?” he asks and your face drops seeing the possible displeasure in his eyes

great, connie and the part timers just over analysed he doesn’t like you, obviously he doesn’t like you, why would he like you?

without looking back you hurry out, the embarrassment is eating you away now and the thought of ever returning to ackermart isn’t even feasible in your mind

at this point you may as well change your name, identity, dye your hair, have a few children and wear sunglasses the next time you come back so you look like a soccer mum and not the foolish y/n who thought they had a chance with their cute CASHIER???

god, you probably look like a creep

the sound of footsteps can be heard behind you and labored breaths follow before levi calls out for you

“please wait up.” he grumbles. slowing down your pace you let him catch up to you. he grabs at your wrist and sighs in relief

turning you see him savour the air

is this the part where he confesses he likes you too or—

“your receipt you forgot it.” he gasps as he opens your hand for you and places it into your palm

oh.

fingers clasping shut onto the paper you feel the humiliation seep into your pores

this.

is.

the.

worst.

moment.

of.

your.

life.

“open it.” he offer you a boyish smile and your nerves don’t let you find comfort in it

you grimace as you fold it open, you’re imagining he’s charged you an extra £100 for having unwanted feelings for him and if that’s the case you’ll die on the spot

but instead your eyes light up in joy. you’re pleasantly surprised

...

inside of the receipt is his phone number haphazardly sprawled across in black biro - you even double check by comparing it to the number for the customer service helpline

hello??

HELLO.?.!/)£ HIS NUMBER???

“if you just wanted to return the chocolate this is embarrassing.” he’s the one who’s now scratching at his neck and you find that he’s endearing this way

the streetlight from above illuminates him, the shadows cast over his face and his brows aren’t furrowed as they usually are

you open your mouth to reply but connie cuts you off unintentionally. he can be heard YELLING into his phone ecstatic that his plan has worked out

“I WIN!!! HA BBQ’S ON YOU JEAN!! MUST SUCK TO BE YOU.”

you and levi look at each other and laugh, reassuring the other of what has just happened.

well...

you guess this is the start of something new? maybe??

:-)

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worminstuff · 3 years

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tbott headcanons by me

the author

no one in particular asked for this, but

headcanons for tbott sleepy bois

tbott techno

4 words

Nerd with pink hair.

Techno is quite the bookworm, thanks to y/n constantly buying/finding him new books and feeding his minor addiction over the years. He was a fiend for knowledge.

And he so happens to have pink hair.

Techno is about 6’2 ish maybe a bit less, which is tall for his age. He’s about 16 ish.

Something that hasn’t been vital but I think about a lot while writing, he has a nose ring. A septum to be precise, a little gold ring. He got it for his 14th birthday, and y/n even went with him for it. He often fiddles with it when he’s nervous.

He often wears jeans and t shirts, if it’s colder he’ll grab a hoodie. He likes button ups, and he really likes cardigans and so does Wilbur! His glasses are simple black rectangle fames, and they’re only for reading because he normally wears contacts. Even tho he hates them.

Techno would never admit it vocally, but he’s a huge cuddle bug. Especially when he hasn’t seen y/n for a while, or he happens to catch her in a low time. Middle of the night, a sleep over in the tree house, he would 100% “unintentionally” try to pull y/n close.

He also tries to catch tommy at a time when he’s sleepy, so he can try to hug his little brother. He often finds tommy incredibly annoying, since he’s a tad to chaotic for techno, but when tommys cuddly techno is all for it.

Techno does this sorta stalker ish thing when y/n or mentions something they really like, he researches them. He gets as knowledgeable on those topics as he can. He wants to always be able to have a conversation with y/n about something she likes, it makes pulling smiles out of her even easier.

tbott wilbur

He may seem like a sad boy a whole lot rn, (I’m so sorry) but he’s a happy boy usually! He’s a constant smile that roams the house.

Wilbur is about 6’4 ish, and he’s 18. He owns about 10 pairs of black skinny jeans and he owns copious amounts of sweaters. He’s very style oriented most of the time, but it’s not out of ordinary to catch him in some basketball shorts or pj pants and a t shirt.

Wilbur was a protective brother, growing up he payed close attention to how people treated techno, since he was a bit..antisocial. But wilbur was sure he wouldn’t have that problem with Tommy. For obvious reasons.

Wilbur and tommys relationship (is my favorite asdfghj) is pretty awesome. Tommy in his most chaotic forms, matches the levels of wilburs energy. Mans likes his coffee. They’re a scary duo. But an entertaining one.

Wilburs love language is very vocal, tho he’ll always go for a hug, he very much thinks words mean more than actions themselves. Hence putting his feelings into lyrics often.

He’s written many songs about y/n. She’s never heard any of them. Wilbur used to walk with techno and y/n each morning, and he loved to hear her babble on and on about whatever thing she found exciting thay particular day.

Wilbur had a bad habit of convincing himself out of talking to her, which was why they never had much of a friendship growing up. He was really glad when they started to talk though, he looked forward to it often. He always had a soft spot for the way she always listens so intently, making sure she won’t forget anything he tells her. Especially if they’re talking interests.

Tbott tommy

I’m gonna paint you a picture for this one, a small picture.

It was a hot day in august and the crew had just gotten back from a beach day, and tommy was irritated. They had learned, very fast, tommy did not like the beach.

As soon as they were in through the door, and Phil let Tommy on his own feet. Tommy was reaching for his bag that Phil was holding. Confused, Phil handed him the bag. Immediately, tommy unzipped the bag and grabbed the bottom of it flipping it upside down.

A wave of sand hit the wood floors.

Phil, techno, and Wilbur stood dumbstruck.

When had he managed to get his bag full of sand? Why had he put sand in his bag? Where were the things that were supposed to be in his bag?

The answers to these questions, as tommy said,: when he did. Cause he wanted to. Sand.

“D-do ya not like the sand tommy?” Techno asked. Still throughly confused. Tommy looked up at his older brother and pointed to the car.

Phil’s eyes widened. Wilbur was the first out to the car, opening the door to the back seat tommys car seat was placed, and low and behold, there was a crab sitting on his car seat.

He got the sand, for his crab.

Tommy also only listens to y/n while mid temper tantrum’s, which was something Phil wished they hadn’t learned only months prior.

Tbott Phil

He’s a soft dad, he’s very caring and not harsh.

He cares less about discipline and more about the lessons he wants to teach his kids that they can learn from, rather than punishing.

The only kid he’s grounded was wilbur, which seems like it would be obvious because Tommy is like 4 and techno is..techno.

Phil learned early on that y/ns parents were rather unpresent. He started keeping extra things around the house like a toothbrush, a hair brush, girl shampoo. Because he wanted her to have everything she needed when she needed to be there, or chose to be.

He even tried to buy her clothes for the house, they didn’t fit but she appreciated it so much.

Phil enjoys days where the boys go off to school and it’s just him and tommy. Though he loves his older boys, watching tommy grow up is incredibly entertaining. His mind works so strangely and Phil finds it so amazing.

Phil was one of y/ns emergency contacts per her parents request. So when y/n got in trouble, he was often the one to find out first. Or when she got hurt or sick. She was like a daughter to him. He even often joked she was his favorite child.

Tommy didn’t like this joke.

When Phil first became a dad, he wasn’t a good cook. But over the years he’s mastered his craft and was quite the chef.

I hope this is something you guys enjoy! It’s just a little more insight to how I see the sleepy bois in this au in particular! And hopefully this may help with blurb requests!

#sleepy bois x reader au #sleepy bois x reader #sleepy bois fanfic #sleepy boys inc #sleepy bois #sleepy bois au #philza #wilbursoot #technoblade #tommyinnit #dreamsmp

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rozu-rhyme · 2 years

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Valentine’s Event Mash go brrrrrrrr! Anyways we love Mash and she deserves the world <3 also this is a really messy sketch but I’m sick rn so I’m low on energy pls cut me some slack

#fate grand order #fate go #fate grand carnival #fate series #sfw #fanart #fgo fanart #art #fatego #fgo wip #mash kyrielight #mash fgo #mashu kyrielight #mashmallow #mash my love

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ratsoh-writes · 2 years

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The character limit on asks cannot stop me from submitting my matchup request

I apologize in advance. I have dumb bitch don’t shut up disease. There’s nothing I can do 🤷‍♂️

The elephant in the room: I’m neurodivergent. A mix of adhd and autism. I was born with disabilities. I have Chairi type 2, I did get surgery as kid for it, and an auto-inflammatory disorder as the biggest in my life. Chronic migraines, joint and muscle pain, stomach issues etc. I take meds to help and try to keep up with low impact activities. I do get an injection for the auto-inflammatory disease and then botox and nerve blocks injections in my head and shoulders for intense muscle stiffness. Hurts like hell but it helps me a lot.

Personality: I’m quite low energy and quiet most of the time. I like familiarity and having to change how I do something stresses me out hard. I try to appear calm and sarcastic but I’m a lot more sensitive than what I want to admit. Rejection sensitivity dysphoria messes me up bad and I’m generally an anxious person. I do have a knack for analyzing things. I can get too involved the world’s problems with this but also pinpoint how someone feels and maybe why once I notice their pattern. I really want to make people happier. If a loved one asks me to jump, I’ll ask how high. As for humor, I adore stupid tumblr and gen z humor. Me and the boys DO go out looking for beans thank you for asking.

Hobbies: I love some existential games. Little Nightmares 1 and 2 are iconic. I could go on and on about the symbolism. Speaking of, once again I like to analyze. Media analysis is a fun pastime for me. As I said, I get into larger issues and I find different media’s are wonderful media for exploring them, specially horror. My new thing is horror podcasts. Archive 81 is my favorite rn. I’ve been trying to nurture my inner kid. I have plushies that I sleep with and ones that I attach to my bag to bring with me places. I wanna rewatch some childhood shows/movies like Monster High, Barbie, and Pokémon. I’ve been sewing and crocheting a lot. I made a stuffed whale with a starry looking yarn. Space whale ❤️. I draw and paint a ton. I like gauche, markers, pencils, and digital but I wanna go back to sketches. I like learning, it sounds so dumb but it’s true. I wanna go into a research field actually, specially with birds. I really like animals in general though. I have some dogs and cats and a bearded dragon. I have a sorts punk-cryptidcore-fairycore thing going on. I really expressing it through clothing and eye and lip makeup. I’m a big lipstick fan. I always wear it out. I like big and bold eyeshadow looks. I want to be soft and huggable while also looking like I came from hell.

Pet Peeves: If I say I’m busy or not in the mood, I really need that person to listen. I get into angry moods sometimes and just need to be left alone. I hate feeling like that and I despise snapping at people. Talking over me every time. I got in trouble a lot for interrupting so now I’m very cautious about it and I’d like the same. In the same vain, never listening to what I’m trying to say. I’m excited or invested in something and then they keep talking to someone else or looking at their phone. I have bad sensory issues. Don’t bother me about it. I can eat a sandwich one day and the next it makes sick. I don’t know why, don’t ask. I also can’t stand a variety of sounds. It doesn’t matter if it isn’t loud, I can hear it and it hurts.

Dealbreakers: I hate being brushed off when I’m upset. I rarely communicate it, so when I do it’s a leap of faith from my perspective. I don’t want to be told I’m being defensive or emotional or be left alone.

Values: I hate so much about the world currently, and a lot of it is how people don’t question things. Why is this necessary if it causes hurt? Do we need it? Can we alter it? I find a lot of good people agree on fixing things but don’t understand the deeper issues that cause them. I guess I really value compassion. From a scientific standpoint, humans got so far by being really good at taking care of each other. We took care of the sick and elderly and cared for babies and children. I want things to better for my younger siblings and their kids. I truly believe in silent rebellions and hope in dark places. I’m disabled, very very queer and a lot of my family are immigrants. I’m very proud. So many people and systems tried stop me but I’m still very alive. I think living as happily and indulgently as I can is the best F you to those people and systems.

Oh! I think I have it down with this one!

The boy I’m matching you with is…..

Papyrus!!! The cool man himself!!

What attracts papyrus to you is the fact that you never loose hope! You aren’t naive by any means, but you still see the good in humanity and want to add to that. Plus your creativity is a big bonus. Papyrus is usually attracted to the artsy people. Anyone who creates

He an amazing communicator and is so forgiving and compassionate. If you’re looking for a respectful boy, paps is your man. He’s good with quirky partners and rolls with it well. Especially if you’re willing to entertain his own quirks in return.

One thing about humans that he’s super jealous of is lips lol. Papyrus jokes about wishing he could feel his “hair” in the breeze, but if he had lips, you’d bet he’d be wearing lipstick every day too. He adores it when you wear yours and will pretend not to notice if you ever leave lipstick stains on his cheek lol

He doesn’t get gen z humor very well, but does enjoy the dirtier jokes. He won’t admit that though! Gotta keep up his good boy image!

#submission #matchups

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whittakerjodie · 3 years

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Hot and Cold (13th Doctor X Reader )

Request: hey, i’m sick rn and i would love something with reader and 13 cuddling and taking care of each other in the library or something. I really love your writing thank you x

Words: 1k

Authors note: I hope you feel better, friend! I saw the word ‘sick’ and imagined a scenario in which 13 helps you through that. Not exactly cuddling, but there is certainly some soft embraces. Thank you for requesting!

Warnings: Mentions of medicine, being sick, SPOILERS FOR REVOLUTION OF THE DALEKS!

You’d felt the sickness creeping up on you for hours. However, running away from a massive hoard of cannibalistic 7 foot tall rabbits didn’t seem like the best time to bring it up. Luckily, your strength lasted you until the return to safety was completed. It was directly after the doors to the TARDIS shut, however, that you found it all coming crashing down on you.

The weight seemed to settle directly on your head, like a pair of hands slowly squeezing. The pressure was joined by the scratch at the back of your throat, threatening to expose your weakness if you spoke. Clearly, you needed to get away from everyone so that they, too, didn’t have to experience what you were.

“Right then, I’m off to bed,” You whispered carefully. Yaz and the Doctor both frowned, but it was Yaz who spoke first.

“It’s only half past 6. Well, according to my watch anyway.”

“Sure you're not up for one more trip?” The Doctor asked hopefully. You felt bad denying her; after Graham and Ryan left she’d been a little bit more desperate to bring her remaining companions on wild adventures. Almost like she was scared that if you paused for one moment, you would leave too. How could you deny her? But, simultaneously, you couldn’t punish yourself by trying to get through another trip right away. The consequences of trying to save worlds whilst sick and low on energy would be disastrous.

“No, I’m good for now, Doctor, but you two can feel free to keep going if you’d like!” The attempt at false cheerfulness included a slight raise in your voice, which made your scratchy throat incredibly obvious. Now, the Doctor’s eyebrow raised from it’s lowered position.

“Are you alright?” Yaz asked. “You sound… off.”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” You said with a chuckle. “Well, not feeling all that great but-”

“Okay, you’re definitely sick.” Yaz pointed out. The Doctor nodded in agreement.

“Alright, fine,” You admitted. “I am feeling a little under the weather. But I think a nap will help! I don’t want to keep either of you from your fun”

Yaz and the Doctor shared a look, and promptly worked together to drag you into the TARDIS corridors.

Only seconds later, (You suspected the TARDIS was assisting your friends) you found yourself all but thrown onto one of the library couches. It was much bigger and comfier than you remembered it being, but you weren’t going to question things. Yaz pulled about a dozen blankets from some unknown depths and threw them across your body.

The Doctor took great care, then, in tucking them in around your form and layering them properly. The warmth from the blankets was not the only one present; your cheeks warmed considerably as the two- particularly the Doctor- took great care of ensuring your comfort.

Once you were fully unable to move due to the sheer weight of the blankets and careful tucking in, the Doctor smoothed your hair back. Yaz had grabbed a bowl full of cool water with a soft washcloth included. The Doctor dipped the washcloth into the water, rang it out, and carefully pressed it against your forehead. You sighed as the relief almost immediately hit you, blushing further as you opened your eyes and found the Doctor peering down at you intensely. It was then you realized that while one hand was applying the washcloth, the other was caressing your cheek to keep your face in place. Her thumb gently ran over your skin, like she was soothing another unseen injury.

“Right, bit fitting with your name but I think you’re much better at this than me, Doctor.” Yaz spoke up. You tensed slightly; you’d forgotten she was here, watching the Doctor embrace you so closely. Somewhat embarrassed of the display, you refused to seek out her gaze, which you could feel peering down at you knowingly. “I’ll just go make soup or something, leave you to it.”

Her voice trailed off, and you knew that she had left the library entirely. You were sure that, if the soup was absolutely necessary, the TARDIS could conjure it up for you. But you were somewhat grateful for Yaz’s exit, given that it allowed you and the Doctor to be close without embarrassment.

“Your face is still quite hot… is this helping at all?” The Doctor asked. Knowing that the heat was almost entirely from your intense attraction to the timelord made it much worse. She worryingly dipped the washcloth back into the water and another wave of cold washed over you.

“Yeah, it’s working wonders” You replied, voice breaking even more than before. She scrunched up her face in concern, taking her hand and the washcloth away. You almost whined at the loss of contact. “No, it still seems a little too hot. Don’t mind if I take your temperature, do you?”

You shook your head, figuring it was worth it to know just in case you did actually have a fever. She grabbed a thermometer out of thin air, and slowly guided your mouth open. She took your temperature and her eyes widened.

“Yup, that’s definitely a fever. Not to fear, though, you’ve got the best carer in the world right here.” She sat up to grab something else, then paused. “Well, maybe not the best- but I do my best at least”

You smiled and she returned to your side with some medicine, helping hold your head up against the confines of the blankets she’d placed. You took it and almost immediately felt drowsy. “It’s some powerful stuff, but worth it. You’ll be feeling much better quite soon I think.” You nodded against her hand, which was guiding your head back onto the couch to rest. Her hand remained on your head though, petting your hair as the world began to slip and melt around you. The warmth was completely enveloping you, aided by the Doctor’s welcomed touches.

It was hard to tell, given that you’d fallen asleep, but you didn’t imagine Yaz ever came back with the soup.

#the 13th doctor #13th doctor imagine #13th doctor x reader #13th Doctor #doctor who #doctor who imagine

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