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slytherinshua · 3 days

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2AM CRISIS

genre. comfort. sickfic. warnings. reader is sick specifically throwing up so don't read if you find that rly gross... some comments abt it being reader's first time sleeping over and the hyungs being extremely cautious lmfao. not proofread. pairing. yujin x fem!reader. wc. 1k. request. requested by @theriizeler a/n. i hope this makes u feel better dodo :(( first time writing yujin i hope i did okay he's rly such a sweetheart :( ppl need to write more for him cause i get not writing for him cause of his age but he's always skipped over...

“Ew…” Yujin mumbled, crouched on the floor of the bathroom with you as you heaved again. For this being your first time sleeping over (with extremely watchful eyes from Hao and Hanbin), it definitely was not going as planned. You had felt something was wrong the entire day, but your boyfriend Yujin was so excited to spend the night with you that you didn’t have the heart to cancel on him.

You should have trusted your gut, though, because now you were throwing up in the toilet in painful gags, your throat burning and a disgusting acidic aftertaste left in your mouth. Was it something you had eaten? Or maybe you had caught a stomach bug at school… You envied your boyfriend for evading it, though you guess it made sense. He rarely attended because of his schedule.

“Stay right there.” Yujin whispered, getting up and leaving the bathroom to find some water for you.

He didn’t have much experience taking care of someone since he was usually the one always being pampered and babied. He tried his best to recall what his mom and Hao had done when he had gotten sick, but the memory was foggy as he had mostly just slept until he felt better. They did force him to take some horrible-tasting medicine, though… God, did he have to persuade you to do that as well? He’d rather just die than possibly give you an excuse to despise him.

Once he was back with a bottle of water, he handed it to you and sat back down on the floor of the bathroom. It was almost 2 am by now, and he wasn’t exactly sure what to do. He could see tears prickling at your lashes, and his absolute worst fear in the world was seeing you cry. He had no idea how he’d make the tears stop once they started.

You swished your mouth with the water and spat again into the toilet before taking a proper drink. The cool water soothed your burning throat, but it didn’t ease all the discomfort. You still felt like shit, and your stomach still hurt. Your head was also pounding, but it wasn’t as bad as the nausea.

You turned back to Yujin who’s eyes were blown big and confused, though you could tell he was worried about you. His under eyes looked tired and you suddenly felt really bad for waking him up to go puke in his bathroom. If you had been able to get up without disturbing him, then you would have. But he had fallen asleep clinging to you like a koala, and there was no way to escape his grasp without waking him up.

“I’m sorry… you should just go back to sleep.” You muttered, but Yujin was quick to shake his head.

“I can’t just leave you throwing up by yourself… I’ll stay until you’re ready to go back to bed.” He told you, stroking your hair gently. You tried to breathe steadily in hopes of stopping the urge to throw up again, but it didn’t work. You quickly pushed Yujin’s hand away from your face and discarded more of yesterday’s meal into the bowl. Both you and Yujin grimaced in sync, and he hesitantly pulled back your hair and stroked your back.

The tears that you had tried to keep at bay finally started to stream down your face. You hated everything about the situation. You felt awful, not just physically, but for ruining your first sleepover with Yujin like this. No one wanted to be sitting next to their girlfriend who couldn’t stop vomiting at 2 am.

“Don’t cry— please, it’s okay, it’s okay.” Yujin panicked. The only thing he could think of doing was offering you more water, which you took amidst broken sobs. He wrapped his arms around you hesitantly, knowing that he always calmed down in your arms. Maybe it would help you, as well. Your sobs slowed a bit, in turn slowly down Yujin’s anxiously beating heart.

“Hey, what if I just get you a bowl? You can keep it by the bed and then you won’t have to stay here on the floor, hm? We can cuddle too… if you want?” You would’ve smiled at how cute Yujin’s suggestion was if you weren’t too focused on calming yourself down. You knew he was trying his best, and while he was a bit slow on ways to help (you were pretty sure there were some pills to help with nausea that Hanbin had bought last time Gyuvin had felt nauseous during a shoot, but you were certain that your boyfriend had no idea where they were stored), his presence alone was enough to make things a little better.

“Yeah… let’s just do that.” You agreed, standing up slowly. You flushed the toilet and rinsed your mouth once more with water. While Yujin was getting a metal bowl for you, you brushed your teeth, relieved that your mouth no longer had the awful aftertaste of stomach acid.

Once you were back under the blankets on the mattresses that the older members had set up on the floor of the living room (which was almost too overkill as neither you nor Yujin would even think to attempt anything like that, protesting Hao’s carefully thought of set-up would’ve seemed even more suspicious), you felt your stomach ease a bit.

You curled up against Yujin’s chest, wanting nothing more than to be as close as possible to him. The soap and shampoo scents from his earlier shower lingered on his skin, and you were surprised at how effective it was in stopping your nausea and relaxing you. Your head was still pounding, but you’d take the pain over feeling sick. Maybe you would even be able to get some sleep again like this.

Your boyfriend kissed your forehead and started talking softly, trying to get you to fall asleep to the lull of his voice. It was extremely effective and you found yourself dozing off within minutes. You smiled when the last thing you heard Yujin say was a whispered “feel better soon, princess.”

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art-from-within · 27 days

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[The Lord of Blood meets Lord of Blood the battlefield]

“Wrong palace, Godfrey.”

“No no. I am exactly where I came for.”

(headcanon) Part 1 Part2

Without the Lighting, i think it helps better appreciate the details on Mohg and Hoarah. Also godfrey may have awakened something in me

#dad son angst #let the boys fight #disciplining gone wrong 4k #mohg was so fun to draw he is insane #i take back all the crying i vomited abt him #‘TRES’#‘My son knows latin how awesome’#‘….’#mohg lord of blood #all hail luminary mohg!#godfrey the first elden lord #elden ring headcanons #hoarah loux #dadfrey au intensified #something about parents being proud and loving to their kids #this time the godfrey way….

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dazyskiie-luv · 8 months

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Overblot mc/yuu but...????

TW — mention of vomiting, fighting Crowley and winning (sorry Crowley lovers), past death. I like thinking a lot tbh

not necessarily angst but it is in here! Same with fluff...this was really just me rambling.

* EDIT: WHY DID IT TAKE HOURS UNTIL I FINALLY GOT TOLD I WAS WRITING OVERBLOT WRONG.

I think about MC overbloting a lot and I also think about adding it into my own books because of how??? good??? the idea???? is???????

I genuinely imagine that even from the start MC was in danger of overbloting themself, with the stress and despair of finding out they aren't in THEIR world, away from their (family and/or friends) with possibly NO WAY BACK EVER because of some egocentric crow refusing to do more than he wants to???????

They would obviously be hella upset, stressed, depressed, anxious, etc because they know NOTHING of this world and is practically a BABY among people who lived here THEIR WHOLE LIFE.

So as more overblots happen, the more their OWN overblot is brewing. Bubbling, waiting to enter the game. Especially with the magic always getting slashed onto them. I think the only reason why they HAVEN'T overbloted just yet is because of grim

a more personal headcanon; Grim's fire, when you have a close bond with him, sorta starts erasing your blot and fueling HIS flames, making it more powerful. Essentially, think of when you're close friends with someone... you'll find it easier to fight for them right?? like you have more power to do that??? that's what its like

Now think of when MC is just TOO deep in their mind, TOO deep into their emotions and its the ONE TIME grim isn't there to help. They go to throw up blot and after panicking for a bit they just accept it. They accept that "I'm gonna overblot and probably die" because they're just too tired to worry abt themself

They don't tell anyone and since the overblot is already taking over the entire inside of their body, grims flames can't really???? get it all???? It'll always be there and it'll continue to grow and slowly grim notices that when he's feeling more powerful than ever while MC is showing obvious signs of getting ready to overblot

Grim choosing not to say anything to other people would be like... i guess out of character but at the same time i think In character????? He knows how tired MC is with dealing with everyone and honestly he's tired of it too so YASSS SLAY HENCH-BESTIEEE!!!!!

Sooner or later the others would notice too and it would be a little late to help MC since the overblot is already seeping out of their skin like they're crying. and honestly? their body IS crying. it's crying blot. And even as everyone is screaming and panicking about MC, they're just... sitting there.

Like they're annoyed everyone is making a big deal out of it considering no one cared before, and they're just like "stfu we're in class" and then focus on the teacher going "u can continue im sorry abt that."

And everyone is just??? confused?? because why aren't they going haywire or like.....???? idk..... crying in pain....????? what...........

MC just chilling the entire day while overbloting, even their overblot monster just floating behind them in peace and waving at times when people look for too long while everyone else is wary and giving them (+ grim who's always in MC's hold) a bunch of space while the teachers and dormleaders have their pens/wands/wtvr thr fuck at command just incase

but then everyone just realizes that??? MC isn't gonna???? do anything?????? and it kinda irritates them because why aren't you doing shit its freaking them out.

And lets say,,, ortho... as discreetly as he can... scans you. And it shows that you're perfectly fine??? like you aren't dying or in pain. It even shows the Blot monster being alright too like its just a guy standing there.

And now the confusion is up to 100 because WHAT????

MC and the Blot [+ Grim] just doing their everyday assignments and eating in the cafeteria with their friends being visibly tense and MC just raises an eyebrow like "whats wrong with yall tf" before continuing to absolutely DEMOLISH a burger they got for free. FREE!!! best day ever fr they'll tell you that much

I feel like the Blot would get sorta aggressive/protective when it comes to people who has like hurt MC to the point they had to take a nurse visit (half of the school but its alr we gang fr) but when it comes to crowley....??? They'll see the FULL POWER of a magicless blot monster which is actually more terrifying than the others.

The blot going hulk on crowley is so funny to imagine for me cause he'd just be running away and suddenly gets smashed into a pillar from a literal stomp. just one. and it was relatively weak compared to the Blot AND MC picking up and swinging that SAME PILLAR to smash it into crowley.

All that anger and other negative emotion finally coming out the SECOND they even so as HEAR that crows heartbeat nearby. It gave everyone whiplash but then again they also all collectively thought that he deserved it considering he hasn't truly done anything to HELP the students but just to HELP the schools reputation.

I'm half certain a student died there and he just covered it up and they turned into a ghost that haunts places. (i mean... look at the three ghosts in Ramshackle. they used to be students there I'm pretty sure????? i forgot.)

As MC is beating the DOG SHIT out of crowley the Blot is just cleaning everything up slowly because they realized that they dirted up the place :( and when MC is done they help too as the teachers all circle around a throughly beaten and bruised Crowley who has blood seeping out of his mouth while being half awake.

Of course they help him don't die because they honestly don't want the one helpful person to go to the equivalent of jail in twisted wonderland for committing murder and ykw thats so real.

I feel like as Mc stays in this overblot form everyone thats close-ish to them gets memories of things that's happened to them in the past like how MC did. But it's worse. I want an mc thats traumatized im sorry and i want it to be worse than what half of these guys went through.

I need them to feel guilty even more. Like. "Oh my god I really said that when— holy shit" FEEL BAD!!!!! Grim would already know their past because I know I would be cuddling into Grim's stomach and crying about everything.

When Mc finally stops "Overbloting", the Blot would still be there but as its own person :D How does this work????? it works bc I said it does.

The Blot™ would help MC a lot and vice versa, basically acting like parents now with how worried they get over everyone and the other. Grim is eating the attention up though as both Mc and The Blot cuddle as therapy (and bc they wanna)

Everyone (especially idia) would need time to like... get used to that because there's "NO FUCKING RECORD OF AN OVERBLOT BECOMING ITS OWN PERSON AND BEING....NICE?????"(shrouds words not mine ong) and when they do get used to it its like everyone is genuinely happier because! gasp! they are!!!

kick the crow out the seat. Both the Blot and Mc are the new headmaster contrary to the students voting them when Crowley got demoted from it.

I also feel like....??? Instead of MC goinf back home cause they realize just how BAD it was back home, they choose to have a bridge between both realities so that its their (friends and/or families) choice on if they want to be with them in twisted wonderland or not.

MC & Blot beating the shit outta Crowley as everyone watches (and cheers)

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zeephyre · 4 months

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CRITICAL ROLE CAMPAIGN 3 EPISODE 85 SPOILERS

IM LITERALLY ABOUT TO LOSE MY MIND YALL

Where do I even ??? start ???

I haven't been posting c3 as the episodes dropped in...a while actually, like right before they went to the feywild. i have many thoughts and many feelings about so many things that have happened since then and I'll summarise them so I can get to THIS episode.

fearne and ashton - love their shard powers, they're literally royalty and terrifying, and i want them to make-out. i can't wait to see them go full primordial again in a real combat situation.

imogen - save her. literally save her. free her, even. i love everything about the call of ruidus when it comes to imogen on a narrative standpoint, but...God I get so worried that we're gonna lose her. I don't mean she's gonna betray the hells, but...ruidus could take her and then i would simply perish.

laudna - before i really get into wtf went down this episode with her and she who must not be named, i gotta say... im worried. very very worried. however, that fireball was objectively the best shit ever.

fcg - i can't even really remember anything stand out abt fcg except what Sam pulled last night so.

chetney - still the heart of the team, still my baby girl, still my favourite. love him to bits.

orym - i think laudna is going to beat his ass one of these days and im... even more concerned about that after this episode. his nana morri powers are cool as fuck tho... does that make him a warlock now? i know he isn't multi-classing but wouldn't that be cool

ANYWAY WE'RE ON THE FUCKING MOON AND WE GOT MOON LORE AND EVERYTHING WAS SHITTY THEN FUN THEN SHITTY THEN FUN AGAIN THEN REALLY FUCKING SAD THEN IT ALL WENT TO SHIT AGAIN.

the moment imogen reached out to ruidus and matt mentioned that she could sense where other ruidusborn were i fucking knew that otohan was high tailing it in their direction, and i thought they instinctively knew that too but they probably got so distracted.

we were travelling for hours and had a huge fight that almost got them captured (not to be confused with the OTHER two fights that almost got them captured) and I was begging and screaming and crying for them to get a long rest safely hidden away AND THEN THEY SPLIT THE PARTY WITH BARELY ANY SPELL SLOTS OR HIT POINTS AFTER BEING DRAINED FROM ANOTHER BATTLE WHAT IS WRONG WITH THEM

(Sidenote, the willmaster really opened up the door to the further increase in moral pondering in a certain number of hellians. i do think using the harness is disgusting and hypocritical, but i don't condemn them for it, it just...makes me wanna vomit thinking abt what ludinus did with it. not to mention the HUNGER parallels between laudna and ludinus...its just not good yall. also??? objectively funny that fcg seemed weirded out by the idea of killing the willmaster, not just with the harness but in general, considering how many people they've killed up to this point)

idk if its just the inherent terror that an evil old hot lady can inspire that makes otohan so much more terrifying to me than ludinus. like, objectively, ludinus is a worse threat and could wipe them out EASILY but jesus otohan is like the damn reaper to me. it's the trauma from the laudna, fearne, orym massacre mixed with the underlying little drop from their uthodurn romp that let us know that resurrection spells are NOT working and idk if that got fixed bc of time passing or distance from the leylines but i really did not want to test that shit out in real time

thank...god that sam riegel is a damn genius player, that banishment of fcg and fearne was the ONLY reason fcg survived. and thank GOD FOR KEYLETH BECAUSE WITHOUT THAT CLOUD SPELL BELLS HELLS WOULD BE VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY DEAD RN.

God, "otohan has us. run." is going to haunt me just as much, if not more than the almost tpk. it just...shot me straight back to bassuras and the plan to run that just...immediately fell apart.

god fcg truly could have died there. and fearne would be captured. i know the hells would be too stupid and too brave and too loyal to leave fearne with otohan in their cloud form but can you imagine a world where fcg was gone, fearne was captured and the hells had to switch from recon to rescue... itd be stressful but pretty fun.

thankfully it didn't come to that and some good came from the shit.

ruidus is so beautiful. i was worried they'd end being trapped under ruidus while they explored (not that I wasn't on board with the detours, I wish this wasn't a time sensitive mission), but matt's imagery of the fossilized elven structure and garden made me sad but also happy that we got to see it.

i cannot believe that the stupid plan to shove fearne up a water hole happened AGAIN and it ended up with us FINDING A BACK HOLE TO RUIDUS GOD I LOVE THESE CHUCKLEFUCKS WHEN IS THE NEXT EPISODE MATT YOU CANNOT DO THIS TO ME. WHERE EVEN ARE THEY??? IS IT EVEN EXANDRIA???? WHAT DO WE DO IF IT IS EXANDRIA??? WHERE DID THIS HOLE EVEN COME FROM???? DOES IT CLOSE AND REOPEN??? IS IT STAGNANT?????? IS IT FUCKING STABLE?!?!?!?!?!

God...we could go back to keyleth and the others and actually invade ruidus without encountering the ruby vanguard. (that's if they're alright because otohan did go out onto the battlefield and we don't know what fhe fuck she did when the illusion fell through)

GOD. IS IT THURSDAY YET??? WE HAVENT EVEN FOUND THE RESISTANCE????

#critical role #cr3 #bells hells #critical role campaign 3 #c3 #critical role c3 #critical role spoilers #imogen temult #ashton greymoore #cr laudna #laudna #orym of the air ashari #chetney pock o'pea #fcg critical role #cr spoilers #fearne calloway #c3 e85 #cr3 ep85

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firefly-sky · 10 months

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I saw that you are still taking requests sooo begging on my knees for Stan or Kyle (whichever one you prefer/want to write abt) x t!reader. I’m so touch starved so anything with physical affection would be perfect I just need some type of comfort rn hhhh. If you don’t want to write this that’s okay I completely understand!! (^_^)

Ask and you shall receive!

I’ll do both

Stan and Kyle with a TINY!S/O

Stan Marsh

He’s honestly very gentle with you

He doesn’t wanna go around and show you off, he kinda just wants you to be safe with him

Because he knows with Shelley and Randy around you probably won’t be safe

But anyway

He probably found you in Shelley’s room tbh

You were borrowing some of her stuff and Stan walked in on you

Randy ended up seeing you too, so Stan kinda just hid you behind his back and managed to get out

Randy thought Stan was stealing Shelley’s old dolls

At first he was absolutely flabbergasted

He probably just came home one day to find Sparky chasing you around

So he ended up picking you up with a single hand and kinda just took you to his room?

He’s like, twenty times your height

So seeing his eyes that were basically the size of your head looking down at you was…scary

At first he didn’t even think you were real

Hr probably just kept telling himself it was Randy’s pot farm, or that he was imagining shit

But eventually, he came to terms that you were real

And soon you grow to develop feelings for each other

He makes sure that you’re safe all the time

He probably throws up on you a lot but he tries not to

Hr gives you a bath after so don’t worry

If he finds you crying, he kinda just picks you up in his palms and holds you gently

The only one who knows about you is Kyle

Probably because one day he walked in on Stan cleaning you off after vomiting on you due to his crush on you

But Stan made him swear to not tell anyone

He doesn’t let you sleep in the bed with him because he’s scared he’ll roll over in his sleep and crush you

But sometimes he’ll put you on his chest over his heartbeat until you fall asleep, to which he’ll probably put you in a little washcloth burrito

Overall v good :)

Kyle Broflovski

He probably found you in Cartman’s bourse

(just pretend you were a borrower at his house)

So one day, while you were ‘borrowing’, Kyle happened to walk in on you

At the same time Cartman did

Kyle dashed for you so Cartman wouldn’t get to you because who knew the tortures you would endure with him

Kyle insisted you were just a bug, so hr kinda managed to get away with you while stuffing you in a jar

And when he managed to get back to his house, he realized being stuck in a jar with a giant person looking at you through the glass couldn’t have been pleasant

So he began working at making you a living space

He honestly isn’t shocked by you

Hes seen some shit in South Park

So, he probably interrogated you while making you a matchbox bed or something

And eventually he decides to keep you in his house

He’s very gentle with you

And protective

Like if anyone so much as touches you he’s about to beat the shit out of them

He, like Stan, doesn’t let you sleep in the same bed as him

But he’ll stroke your hair sometimes when you’re falling asleep

He probably scares you sometimes with his angry outbursts

But in the end he’ll make up for it in hugs and such

(he’s not much of a kisser)

Hes a sweet kid, but he’s just very angry, lol

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liauditore · 9 months

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Thought I might say hello and make some small talk, seeing that I'm camping on your trafficshipping tag and all.

Well hi! Lovely place you've got here. Fantastic art, GREAT vibes, very nice. I'm specially enjoying your character rambling; your takes on them are super interesting and they tickle my brain 👀

May I send Divorce Fource/Quartet and Majorwood for the shipping bingo? Divorce Fource were a right mess (affectionate <3) and a perfect one at that, but I can't help but wonder how the recipe would have turned out if the soul ties were Cleo-Pearl, Martyn-Scott.

Also there is so much potential in Limlife Majorwood for eroguro if you're nasty. Which I am. Time cannibalism, respawning mechanics, birthday time... blender go brrrr 👀

!!!!!!!

y'all are really enabling my habit of long ass posts huh 😭😭

OK SO first off thankyou so much?? thats so sweet?????? 😭😭 i really don't think my character ramblings are anything special, but i like reading other ppls insane takes so i thought i'd provide others with the same 👍

not to get too into it but i feel like a series like life smp is best enjoyed with your own crazy delulu takes (similar to touhou if anyone heres familiar w/ that fandom). and it makes me kinda sad to see ppl arguing abt whats 'canon' or 'correct' cus that's no fun lol

ANYWAY yeah uh im glad u like the vibes!! :J

TREEBARK

this one first cus chronology. I honestly don't know if there's anything I can say here that hasn't been said before? But yeah they're. tasty. something about martyn waiting the entirety of third life to betray ren and never getting the chance and now longing to have him back. lots of regret but regret. for what. yknow. and ren always looking out for martyn even from a distance. and then martyn losing that connection in limlife.

yeah i can see why people ship lmao

uhh i don't really know what else to write here so have some of my insane ramblings copy+pasted from my shipping doc 👍

Martyn fancies himself a schemer, someone who's not afraid to play the game the way it's intended. If that means earning a powerful ally's trust only to shatter it then he was going to do it. Only, Martyn's bark is worse than his bite, and every night he spends in lying awake in those soft, warm sheets that Ren had laid out just for him (freshly washed too, he might add. Smelled like sunshine) he wonders if he can do it. He can, of course. (he can't. he won't. he's too soft. soft and useless.) He'd cut his head off already. (he wants to vomit) (this is why no one needs you. wants you. loves you) Who cares about other people anyway? He is the only one who really matters. (the thought of being alone makes him want to cry) Ren, on the other hand, is a capable leader. The definition of loyal and dependable, if not a bit dramatic. He struggles with self-worth, being good enough, useful enough, powerful enough. But to others, he's the opposite, caring and protective of any who would ask for his aid. After all, every citizen deserves to live in safety and comfort, and providing that is what a good King would do. ~ Martyn's not as sneaky as he thinks he is. Ren knows. Ren sees the signs. It's a death game for a reason. But he doesn't let Martyn know. He doesn't even hold it against him. He doesn't see the bloodthirst anymore, only the broken pieces lying underneath. ~ or the King's Hand, it was the thrill of feeling Useful, Powerful, Feared (loved). He was going to miss it after he betrayed him, the high of bloodlust, the smell in the air as he charged into battle. (the way his hands held him so gently) For the King himself, deep down he knew it was never to be. He had met a monster, but he hoped his efforts calmed the storm ever so slightly. On some days, he pretends to forget about the death game entirely and imagines the speech he'd give to retire his Hand. "You don't have to fight anymore," he'd say, "I'll take care of you from now on, I promise. So put the sword down, okay?" But in the end, it was all a fantasy, wasn't it?

^ yes this is so cheesy but so are they.

Cry with me again Smile with me again Scream with me again Sing with me again Dance with me again Talk to me again…

"Lower One's Eyes" (Oktavia translyrics)

MAJORWOOD

I think.. I talk too much abt scott seeing as that's who everyone points out when it comes to my headcanons 😭😭 but uh i swear everyone else is just as messed up. and martyn is like. just as bad if not worse (if that wasn't made clear from my ramblings before)

anyway uh say it with me rebound 👏 relationship 👏

i think they're both.. very numb to it all once limlife rolls around. they're just tired and have this mutual understanding and both think they're horrible people. martyn just wants to play the game. scott doesn't even know what he wants anymore.

but ofc, they're both still human and want love and comfort, so they try to seek that from one another. even if it's fake. even if it doesn't matter in the end.

Baby, though I've closed my eyes I know who you pretend I am I know who you pretend I am

Washing Machine Heart (Mitski)

We’re the Delusioned Victim Cash-in Union Praise to the “love” that will bring salvation! Two fools singing to a shallow melody Restart, reflation, teleportation Time and again we’re stuck in rotation Circles inside a love without any ending

MKDR (SirHamnet Lyrics)

Scott uses Martyn as a replacement for Jimmy and Martyn uses Scott as a replacement for Ren. they know they dislike eachother (see: all of double life) and that only one of them will make it out alive. but they can't get that love and comfort from anyone else now.

also uhhh eroguro my beloved...... im assuming this is getting brought up cus of my mentions of loving eroguro in the past. and yes to all of that very much i agree. but i do have kind of.. a limit to what i do w/ these characters specifically because of the fandom/ccs (at least publicly). if i ever do decide to share the nastier stuff in my head or go into detail on gore and whatnot i'd probs make a sideblog and tuck it away and maybe block scott and martyn for always somehow showing up on my posts lmao

#asks #ask games #trafficshipping #treebark #majorwood #the 'team BEST/divorce quartet enjoyer' thing in my pinned is just code for #'i will go insane abt any ship involving any of these guys'#i didn't do divorce quartet as a whole soz just cus that would be WAYY TOO LONG Actually 😭😭#and also a lot of it i feel is already covered thru majorwood and zombiewood #but yeah they're so messed up therapy aint helping that situation y'all need lawyers

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radio-ghost-cooks · 4 months

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oc lore: Hajime had a bad day

hello, and welcome to the very first oc story! i've had brainworms abt it all night so please excuse me if it isn't the most well-written thing in the world

tags: implied smut, crying, misunderstandings, kinda?, hurt/comfort, cuddling/snuggling, touch as a love language, Hajitarou, Hajime-centric, breaking news! tough guy is also the sweetest lover!, read the tags at the bottom for the tws summary: Hajime's been having a bad day. A really bad day. He bottles it up for the most part, until Tarou's thing for degrading takes the bottle and smashes it over his head.

Hajime curled up into a ball at the head of the bed, tears rolling down his cheeks as he panted. he wrapped his arms over his head and buried his face in his knees, almost feeling like he was going to vomit. really, he knew he was overreacting a bit. or maybe he wasn't. whatever. he just wanted the situation to be over. Tarou never really meant the things they said in bed. but today it hurt. it really hurt. he couldn't handle being called "pathetic" and shit. and now he just wanted to be alone.

"Haji, I-" "please just... leave me alone," Hajime forced out. "i want to be alone right now." Tarou pulled away to the other end of the bed, seeming torn between trying to touch him and hiding away. they sighed, rubbing their neck in an attempt to soothe themself. "are you su-" "yes." they nodded to themself and slipped off the bed, tugging on a pair of boxers and an oversized hoodie. Hajime couldn't make out their expression with their back turned to him. Tarou, with an audible lump in their throat, mumbled, "i'll be in the common room downstairs," before trudging out the door. Hajime just whimpered in response and began to sob the instant the door shut behind them.

he felt so stupid. Tarou never meant what they said when they were this kind of horny. it was all part of their little act. and normally, he was really into it! but today... today he couldn't. he just couldn't. first he nearly chokes on a boba pearl, then he stabs himself with a pair of fabric scissors and gets blood all over the fabric, then he vomits in the middle of a fight after getting punched in the stomach, then he burns himself on a pot lid, and then this. Hajime was entirely unhappy. here he was, this big, tough, undefeated fighter, and he was crying like a fucking child. honestly, Tarou was right. how much more pathetic could he get? it was a good thing they left. he didn't want them to see him like this. wailing like a big baby.

he cried for a good long while, not stopping for about an hour. by the time he was done his throat was sore and his eyes felt all dry and scratchy. great. just great. somehow he was more miserable now than he had been when he started sobbing. he just sat there for a minute, chest shaking from hyperventilation. eventually, Hajime got tired of being alone. as much as he hated the thought of Tarou seeing him in this state, he hated the idea of being alone for much longer even more. and he was sick of being naked. the room was weirdly cold. he pulled on a pair of sweatpants and a flannel, not bothering to button it. looking in the mirror, he took note of just how awful he looked. red eyes. tear stains. snotty nose. ew. he looked ew. eventually Hajime tore his eyes away from his face and spotted something else in the mirror. sitting there, just behind him on the shelf, was Jagarico. not the snack, the lion.

Hajime's childhood plushie. this silly little plush lion he named after his mom's favorite snack. it was floppy and threadbare and the leathery fabric that once covered the nose had worn away. a row of black stitches connected the body to a leg that had fallen off once. all the stuffing in its legs had been pushed down into its little feet. he felt sort of childish for keeping it for so long, but it meant a lot to him. little Jagarico.

he took Jagarico down off the shelf and hugged it to his chest for a moment, rubbing his cheek on its somewhat matted mane. eventually, holding it by the paw, Hajime plodded out the door and downstairs to the common room to find Tarou on the couch, biting his nails. anxious.

"hey Tarou?" he squeaked, sounding very very small, "i'm done being alone now." Tarou took a double take before leaping up off the couch and yanking him into a hug. they felt so warm. Hajime nuzzled into Tarou's neck and whined, hugging back even tighter. eventually, Tarou pulled away a bit and maneuvered them back over to the couch, where they flopped down on top of each other, sort of in a tangle. they laced their fingers in Hajime's hair and rubbed at his scalp a bit, making the taller boy melt like putty on top of them. they whispered, "feel a little better now?" Hajime nodded, gently pulling a hand off his head and guiding it to rest on his cheek. "m' throat's sore though," he mumbled. "m' eyes too." he kept his hand over Tarou's, craving the contact. with a thoughtful hum, they brought their other hand to his cheek. "close your eyes for me, sweetheart?"

Hajime shut his eyes, jumping a little when he felt something press ever so gently against his eyelids. it started rubbing circles, so, so softly, into them, and he swore that if humans could purr, he would be purring. when it drifted down to under his eyes, he blinked them open a little just to see what it was. he could just make out Tarou's thumbs rubbing under his eyes and he sighed, relaxed as can be. he let his eyes drift shut once more and pet Jagarico's (somewhat) soft fur, finally smiling for what was probably the first time all day.

#oc lore #oc fic #oc: tarou #oc: hajime #AUGH #they mean so much to me #fun fact this whole universe started as hanako-centric #i fell in love with tarou's character and that was that ig #Jagarico is based on the old webkinz lion btw #tw vomit mention #tw fight mention #tw blood mention

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mikadollie · 7 months

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tatsumi ... (o´∀`o) i want him 2 be a (read; MY) father soooooo bad! he would b so good w children n he wants them 2 be good for him (≧▽≦) i loev papa (dilf) tatsu!!!! putting random emojis bc the ask isnt colorful as i wanted ..

btw hes on his 20s or 30s, OR MAYBE EVEN OLDER whatever u think its better :3

/// 🗯 trigger warnings & content warnings, this has mentions of ; non-con ( 99% of my asks r gonna have ncon btw) ,, (a bit of...??) plushophilia, big age gap, slight dacryphilia, (implied?) grooming (i guess??), somnophilia (kinda), emetophilia (i sneaked in vomit in my ask again :3 only a little bit), use of aphrodisiacs/drugs ???? I DONT KNWO HOW 2 TAG THIBGS I JUST SAY WHATEVER POPS UP IN MY MIND!!!!!!!!!

papa tatsu .. do u ever think abt when tatsumi said somrthing with Uhhhhh if alkaloid is a family ,, he wanted mayoi 2 take the role of a mother & wanted 2 be the father? :3 i dont remember well but !!! what if he rlly had a child ,, adopted or not ?? i think he would b such a great dad ( ´ ω ` ) well, he would seem a great dad at first, but im sure his child knows his true self ^_^ tatsumi tries to control himself, he really tries! what can he do at seeing such a easy prey? :( his child calls his name so happily that he cant help but feel guilt. he should be someone for his child to look up at, his urges just are stronger, okay? tatsumi, if hes still married with his wife (straight couple??? eww!!!), he would do his best to keep his child‘s little mouth shut (＠＾◡＾) hes just so kind to help his child to take a bath, isnt he? two fingers would b currently inside his child‘s mouth to muffle their cries and whines, while his other hand is fingering their hole/pussy, he swears hes gonna properly clean them up after with a warm bath. he doesnt wants to see his child crying anymore, even if it fuels his arousal, he just washes his child‘s hair & gently scratches their scalp as if nothing happened, he lets the water wash off his sins of his own child‘s body. tatsumi would b so good w manipulation i swear!! ヽ(>∀<☆)ノ tatsu would say 2 his child that papa would be upset if they said anything 2 their mama ,, of course his child would not want to upset him, right? he would grant all of his child‘s wishes, like he wants to grant his wishes with his child‘s body. papa tatsu would not b able to b too rough with his child or degrade them !!!! :3 he may be fast, but hes trying to soothe his child‘s cries and hiccups while their tight little hole/cunt clings around his cock (* ^ ω ^) depending on his child‘s age & sex assigned at birth, he would pop a boner so easily at seeing their body change. i mean!!!! im exaggerating a bit bc... tatsumi pls youre better than this BUT. put tatsumi & his child whose body is developing with shorts / short skirts in a room, one is getting out flooded with cum and it isnt tatsumi. he would focus on his pleasure and at the same time would focus on his child‘s well-being (´･ᴗ･ ` ) if theyre gagging and choking around his dick, its fine. they‘ll learn soon, its fine! theyre growing up and thats what grownups do, his child just need to be a little mature, tatsumi isnt doing anything wrong. if they throw up, it will be fine. he‘ll clean it, he just needs to cum again, alright?

ok adding more things here .. wgat if tatsumi‘s wife died & there is only his daughter n him left, so he sees his daughter as his wife?!?!?! i dont see rough sex & tatsumi being on the same sentencw but he would be gentle or a BEAST. going back 2 previous topic, papa tatsu would love everything related 2 u!! in any way!!!! did u see that guy who made a fursona costume (??i forgor the word) of all the plushies he came on? that would b tatsumi. talking abt single dad tatsu, it would b so boring w/o his child with him! eventually he would need something that makes him remember of his child 2 have any kind of pleasure, he cant cum if hes thinking abt another thing :( his child wouldnt mind if he stayed a bit at their room, right? after all, hes the owner of the house, he can do anything ^_^ his child wouldnt mind if he spent his time hugging one of their plushies, its not a big deal. papa tatsu just loooooooves anything related 2 their child! he would certainly jerk off on his child‘s bed n cum on their plushies, only a way 2 show his love ⸜(*ˊᗜˋ*)⸝ his child would b confused when they come back from school n see their papa washing their plushies.. it was perfectly clean! well, they arent going 2 deny any kind of affection (?). he would love to spoil his child with affection, just making them sit on his lap and spoonfeed them. those little moments r everything 2 tatsumi, specifically after he managed 2 put aphrodisiacs into the food (ﾉ´ヮ`)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ he can see the wet patch / small bulge on their clothes after, he thinks its sooo cute 2 see his child so needy like that. depending on his child‘s age (again. btw i use child but it can be five or less years old, more than ten, a pre teenager or teen etc!!!) ,, he knew he would have 2 talk abt this one day ,, and he probably was too much excited 2 have this kind of talk. he would explain to their child that its okay and that this is the progress of growing up + their body developing, its totally normal! he would b more than happy 2 introduce his child 2 lewd stuff, n im sure he has sex toys somewhere hidden in the house!! o(>ω<)o making his child use a small vibrator that was hidden (somewhere...) just 2 see how they react, even if their reaction is negative and they keep insisting its weird + that they dont like it, tatsumi would gently shush them & say that its 4 them own good, that they would do this eventually.

papa tatsu who would not b afraid 2 fuck his child multiple times!!! he just loves hearing their cries while he fucks them into their bed, the bed that once was a comfortable place to their child. he would even let his child hug a plushie while hes fucking them 2 comfort them, their face shoved on their plushie while they lay on their stomach. tatsumi would b so happy 2 see his child‘s belly getting a bit round of how much cum theres inside them \(^ヮ^)/ he would finger back anything that came out, his seed cannot be wasted!! or just seeing the outline of his cock on his child‘s stomach :3 papa tatsu has a lot of ideas!!! (also. what kind of drugs do u think tatsumi would give 2 his child? ^_^) he would not hesitate 2 drug his child just to see them in a lil state of daze & not try to resist their papa‘s intentions \(^ヮ^)/ if their mama is not dead or papa tatsu isnt a single dilf, papa tatsu would sneak out of his bedroom 2 go to his child‘s bedroom!! he would do anything 2 not wake up his child, and if he did, he would put a hand over their mouth to keep them quiet. he just wants his child to get a good night sleep while hes with his cock inside them ☆ ～('▽^人) cockwarming papa tatsu while youre asleep...

i have more things 2 say also!!!!! pleese share your thoughts abt papa tatsu :33

— 🍮 anon!!!!! (^_^) in this ask ,, i would talk abt shu being a weird creepy girl but .. i got other ideas!!!!!!!!

> pleese share your thoughts abt papa tatsu :33: Hnmmfghhg.............🤤

awaa papa tatsu and his child taking a bath... his cock inbetween their thighs and he's massaging along their waist....(*´꒳`*) he's just so sweet and nice even though his cock is splitting them in half and making them whine loudly!! I think he would also steal his childs clothes a lot to jerk off with..... sometimes he likes watching them hump their pillows when he peaks in at night before taking his child for himself... tatsumi shoving his fingers into their mouth to keep them quiet and saying to not wake mama up....

Tatsumi making his child put their panties back on/a plug in them to keep all that cum in and slowly have it drip out down their leg hehe... I wanna say he would give molly to his child but thats just me being biased. He would crush up some valiums (or oxys depends on the day) and slip it in the food to see his kid all wobbly and unable to resist anything he does!!!

#— *kanana asks :3

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sunshinereddie · 2 years

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omg YES! as a former “brace face” w/ big ass glasses, I’ve decided that Eddie & Richie definitely had braces.

I’m imagining Eddie getting them when he’s kinda older (probably like 16) and Richie getting his the next year. Eddie was definitely super particular about not eating popcorn/bubblegum/caramel/etc. and keeping his retainer clean after he got them off. Whereas Richie did not give a single shit. He definitely ate whatever he wanted and he ALWAYS forgot to wear his retainer afterwards.

God now I’m thinking abt Richie making fun of Eddie for having to get braces at all and then Eddie getting back at him for it when Richie has to get his own. Richie refusing to show the Losers his teeth. Richie vowing to not talk to anyone ever again once he realizes that he also has a lisp. That vow breaking the same day bc someone shoved at Eddie and he can’t help but tell them to fuck off. Eddie is totally flattered but he just ends up telling Richie that he broke his little vow.

Thinking abt Eddie leaving lunch five minutes early everyday to clean out his mouth and rinse his retainer. And Richie hates it bc he wants to spend every waking second w/ Eddie. But he can’t really explain going to the bathroom w/ Eddie everyday so instead he teases him abt it.

And for Richie and the rest of the Losers it’s no big deal, just a silly little joke. But Eddie starts skipping the retainer cleaning and staying for the whole lunch period. One time he’d even went as far as to not put his retainer back in after lunch. When Richie asks about it next period he claims he forgot, but Richie knows better.

That night Richie sneaks through Eddie’s window. He’s already in bed but he’s staring at the retainer case in his hands. Richie knocks twice on the window, getting his attention. He lets him in but he almost looks apprehensive. “Dude, what are you doing here? We just saw each other like five hours ago.”

“A whole five hours? God, not a minute too soon!” He’s smiling but now he feels kind of stupid for showing up. He didn’t really have a plan in mind but he knew he had to talk to Eddie. At least his joking tone made Eddie smile too.

“Yeah yeah yeah, just get in here.”

They end up shooting the shit for a little while, just sitting on Eddie’s bed and trying to make each other laugh (albeit quietly, last thing they need is Sonia waking up and all hell breaking loose). Once he decides that Eddie is comfortable enough, he ventures into the real reason he’s there. “Listen Eds-“ “don’t call me that” “shut up, you love it.”

“Listen Eds, as much as I love “Rapunzel-ing” it for a laugh, I actually came here talk.” And just like that, Eddie’s calm exterior melts away. “O-oh. About what?” He starts to fidget and he goes a little rosy in the cheeks.

“Nothing bad man, just… I noticed that you aren’t like- doing your usual routine. You know, with your retainer or whatever.” God. Now they’re both blushing. Eddie seems to ignore it for the time being though, instead opting to stare wide eyed at Richie. Fuck. Damage control.

“Sorry! I didn’t mean to like- I dunno. I’m not trying to be weird. Is it weird? God, I shouldn’t have said anything. I just- you were- I mean! A-are you okay? I guess… is what… am asking?” Why? Why did he say it like that?! Holy shit. Talk about word vomit. Eddie appears to be battling emotions, he looks like he wants to laugh or maybe cry.

“God Rich, calm down.” He’s smiling, Richie’s gonna go ahead and take that as a win. “I uh, I guess I just didn’t think you’d notice? I mean, in hindsight it makes sense that you would. You were the one making jokes about it…”

“Fuck. Eds, man, you gotta know I was just fucking around! I didn’t mean to make you like- feel bad or whatever-“

“it’s not really about the jokes Richie it’s-“ he cuts himself off, gripping the sides of his hair and huffing an exaggerated sigh. “It’s just that, I know I’m being kinda anal about it. Don’t make the joke I know you’re about to make.” Richie’s teeth click as his mouth falls shut. He had, I’m fact, been about to make that joke. Eddie’s shoulders sag with something like defeat, but he quirks a little smile at Richie anyway.

“I know it shouldn’t matter if I miss a cleaning or forget to put my retainer back in for one goddamn period! I just-“ his voice trembles and that all it takes for Richie to pull him in. His long arms wrap around Eddie’s smaller frame as he clings to the back of Richie’s tee shirt.

“I just feel so trapped. Every time I think I’m getting better about all that placebo bullshit, I fall back into the same patterns. I can’t just not clean out my retainer or forget to put it back in! Not when all I’m thinking about is the ways it could fuck up my teeth. The teeth we paid to fix. God. I just feel like I shouldn’t be so worried about it. But I can’t not be worried…” he’s filling shaking now. Richie tries to calm him down by rubbing his back and evening out his own breathing. “I want to be brave. Like when we killed It. But I don’t think I am. That might’ve just been a fluke you know?”

“Shut up man, you’re plenty brave.” He has to pull back so he can see Eddie’s face. He looks like he might cry and his fingers dig painfully into Richie’s biceps. “Okay, maybe it shouldn’t be so hard to let loose but- fuck man! You’re trying to unlearn all that shit! The fact that you’re acknowledging it and actively trying to stop doing that shit is brave man. And you’re telling me about it! If you thought all of us losers were suddenly well adjusted after killing that clown then you’ve got another thing coming. We’re all fucked up, we’re all losers, but we’re losers together. And we always got your back. We love you man.” It’s probably the closest Richie’s ever going to get to telling Eddie he loves him but it’ll have to do.

Eddie calmed down a lot during Richie’s little spiel, thank god. He’s not that good at regulating serious emotions. A few tears escaped but he’s sorta, shyly smiling at him.

“Yeah okay, whatever man. No need to get all sappy on me.” He lightly shoves at his shoulder, making Richie light up like a Christmas tree.

“Oh yeah? Well maybe if someone wasn’t blubbering like a little girl, I wouldn��t have to get all sappy on you.” And just like that, they’re good again. All smiles and shitty jokes at each other’s expense. Richie wouldn’t have it any other way.

Omg idk why I got invested in that so quick but anyway! I have more to say!

Richie always gets red bands, literally every time he gets his wires adjusted. Eddie usually goes with clear bc he’s a “killjoy” as Richie always says. However, the last wire adjustment Eddie has falls on the same day one of Richie’s does, so naturally Richie gets Eddie to agree on matching bands. The perk of having Went as their dentist is they can pick any combination of colors they want. They decide to go with every color available to them, in a sort of rainbow pattern, to make up for all the times Eddie got no color at all. They show the rest of the losers & Bev takes a picture of them cheesing at the camera.

Went also let’s them customize their retainers, Richie’s is a sparkly (you guessed it) red with a baseball bat picture on it. Eddie’s is a sparky blue with a little classic car on it.

Went always wraps up Eddie’s appointments w/ a pat on the shoulder and a “thanks for making sure Richie uses his retainer”.

When Eddie gets his braces off he eats so much caramel popcorn that he throws up.

Richie calls Eddie late one night, a few weeks before senior portraits, trying not to freak out. He’s weirdly worried about having braces in his portrait but Eddie talks him down. Went ends up taking them off just two days before the portraits were taken. Richie calls Eddie a little tearfully to tell him the good news.

When Eddie sees Richie again after the 27 years he remembers that they had braces around the same time. He also notices that Richie’s teeth are less than perfect. He scolds Richie about not using his retainer but all he does it laugh and throw an impossibly long arm around his shoulder. “God, I missed you man.”

Okay that’s it. O__O sorry I got carried away again lmao :,) it’s bc I lost my retainer two weeks after I got it and all my teeth moved back :,) talk abt adhd brain ;__;

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AAAAHHHH TELL ME HOW YOU MANAGED TO TAKE SUCH A CUTE LITTLE HC AND TURN IT INTO A WHOLE BEAUTIFULLY HEARTBREAKING MINI FIC ;_; AAAHH EDDIE DOUBTING HIMSELF AND HIS BRAVERY..... BEING SCARED OF THE CONSEQUENCES OF FALLING OUT OF HIS ROUTINE (bro i relate SO HARD. when i first got my braces off my family went out of town for a day and i left my retainer at home by accident and i literally cried so much because i thought my teeth were gonna go back to being fucked up.... anyways eds and i are the same person).... BUT ALSO RICHIE BEING THERE TO COMFORT AND SUPPORT HIM..... LSKRJGSKNRG I LOVE IT SO MUCH !!!!!!

also, i LOVE the idea that during the reunion eds can tell that richie hasn't been using his retainer !!!! literally such a small detail that no one else would ever notice, but of course eddie does :')

ALSO ALSO !! going back to richie teasing eds about his lisp and then him having to get braces as well- im just imagining that eddie loves the fact that richie has braces now, not only because he thinks that'll show richie a lesson in teasing him, but also since richie has a lisp and when he does speak he generally avoids words containing the letter "s", eddie thinks that he will enjoy it when richie stops calling him "eds" and "eddie spaghetti"...... but for some reason eddie almost feels like..... he misses it ??? and he tries to ignore the feeling of relief when richie says fuck it to his lisp and just starts speaking again, and comes back with all the nicknames <3

in conclusion, richie and eddie brace face supremacy

#sunshinereddie asks #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #reddie #reddie hc #reddie headcanon #it #it hc #it au #it 2017 #it 2019

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thelovelybitten · 1 year

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vera's first watch of south park - season 2 (part 2)

apparently tumblr has a character limit so lol here's part 2 of my watch of season 2

EPISODE 8:

Last day of skewl !!!!

They just want fireworks :’(

AYO WENDY PLAYS CLARINET SHE JUST LIKE ME FR

Cartman on French horn !!

Stan, Kenny & Kyle play violin that’s cute !! Will note

They all WEAR SUITS NSGNKNGS SO CUTE

Chef get them fr

EPISODE 9:

Film festival episode !! This is exciting

Wendy popping off at Cartman as usual, she just never misses

Oh so stendy broke up??? Depression

“She’s NOT MY GIRLFRIEND!” Do u want me dead? Yes

Stan get back with Wendy challenge ? Pls i need y’all together

“If she holds his hand in the theatre it will be all over for him” Kyle has never spoke more real words

STENDY MOVIE SCENES <3 LFG

Stan scarred w lesbians whoops

Stan slowly becomes an ally, as previously stated in my s1 post, i will make sure that is so >:(

KYLE SINGING ON THE TOILET KBSBGBDBD

Okay alr the cartman ass screen joke was funny ok i laughed

Not them looking for mr Hankey BYE

AVERAGE CARTMAN TAKING CLOUT…

Stendy back at the movies AAAAAAA

AWWW HE GRABBED HER TISSUE THAT’S SWEET OF STAN <3333

So ur telling me Kyle had a piece of shit in his mouth and there’s photo evidence??? NOT COOL

Style “I’m here for u” ugh they’re besties fr fr

Wendy asks stan to see a movie and immediately abandons Kyle HE’S WHIPPED

But also how dare u Stanley KYLE NEEDED U

OH MY GOD. JWGJBSDBGKJDSBKJSDB STAN IS TRYING TO HOLD HER HAND DURING THE MOVIEEDDJVFJKJKNFV KFV

WaIT IS THAT WHAT HE WAS TRYING TO DO THE WHOLE TIME? HOLD HER HAND?!?!?!?!?!?

I’M mentally unwell

No bc end me I’m CRYING SOBBING THROWING UP

HE TRIES TWICE ????F?E?G?G?F no bc that’s so fucking cute

No bc it’s Stanley “she’s not my girlfriend” marsh to Stanley “this girl is so cute i wanna hold her hand” marsh

OMG SHE GRABS HIS HAND AND THYE HOLD HANDS GFJGDFJKNDFGJKFJKDFVJNK. STOPP IT RN

AAAAA THEY ARE JUST <3333333333333

And… stan vomits, per usual lol

They still hold hands stop it

Wendy: i think I’ve seen this film before but instead she loves the ending <3

God y’all i just love stendy so much

Kyle & Stan friendship secured so sweet

Literally wtf i will never understand the talking piece of shit sorry Kyle

Wendy apologizing to stan abt taking him to the films when I KNOW DEEP DOWN MY SON WAS THRIVING BEING ALONE WITH WENDY

He forgives her wbk wbk

Ain’t no back talk on my ship u fools

THEY ARE HOLDING HANDS AGAIN FDGJKNFDKJNFDGKJFDG pls tell me they’re dating again i need them

Oh my god stendy saved this episode thank you

EPISODE 10:

SO WE STARTING THIS with stan’s mom and sister at the hospital oh i know this gonna b weird

NO NOT CHICKEN POX

Omg stan ur gonna get THE POX FEJNCCKEN

Stan and Kyle’s families are so close !!

Oh and liane <3

DON’T DRAG KENNY YOU DINGOS

“IN THE GHETTOOOOOO” omg the TikTok meme is here SLAY i loved this one haha

EGGO WAFFLES FOR DIN ??? ME TOO BABE

Cartman SHUT UR MOUTH

Oh god Kenny’s family is so chaotic i hate it they deserved better

Kyle and stan have matching sleeping bags AWWWWW

Kenny can’t afford normal dinner food but can clap the lights off???? MAKE IT MAKE SENSE

OFC THEY ALL GET THE POX

GODS AND CLODS ??? LMAO

lol not Sheila making Kyle get the pox bc he’s the golden child that won’t get sick

OMG KYLE IS THE ONLT HEALTHY PERSON LEFT

So i remembered that stan hates hospitals and i can’t imagine what’s going thru his head right now besides being pissed abt hw

THEY JUST STORM INTO HIS BATHROOM WHILE HES NAKEY

KYLE’S PAPER HAHA

I’m actually cackling AT THIS SEQUENCE VNVNKJSDNKJV

NOOOOO NOT KYLE

EPISODE 11:

Garrison RELAX

Cartman is perfect for the cheesy poofs comm

Creepy girl….

Omg this poor deranged kiddo :(

FOOTLOOSE a BOP

KYLE ATE THAT HAIKU

ALSO KENNY !!!! SLAY

Kyle is eating these haikus ugh as he should

HYPNOSIS.

Eric kinda popped off

Mackey OMG U DID NOT

My throat hurts >:(

Haha CHEESY POOF

Eric’s one second of fame— relatable

The one time Eric slayed werk

EPISODE 12:

Okay ngl, if this is the episode i think it is, imma pass away

I’ve seen clips on TikTok ok

Omg THE KIDS PLAYING MILITARY OMG CDSNJDIJ

Kenny PLS JNCJDNJKNS

WENDY AND BEBE

“Kyle, doesn’t bebe look pretty today?” Omg it’s KYBE TIME

It’s the way i stan stendy, style, kybe, bendy and stendyle all at once I AM WINNINGGGG

Stendy walks away from Kyle and bebe omg omg

KYLE PUTS HIS ARMS AROUND HIS BACK U KNOW BEBE A STUNNER SHE’S A DAME

Wendy the nations’ KYBE leader, stan the second in command

Stan: no

TRUTH OR DARE LOL

BEBE.

All bebe sees is cake. That’s it. Kyle’s cake. Living, breathing legend.

Wendy setting them up AW

Stan: WE NEED TO MAKE A CLUB HOUSE STAT

Kyle: ?!?!?!?!?

Rare Cartman & Kenny duo things

SHARON MOTHER RELAX

OMG BEBE PASSING A NOTE FDSKBFSDKJGB

DSKJBDSGKJBSGBDKSDK STYLE CONTENT LMAOOOO

But AYO bebe really likes Kyle’s booTAY

The PARENTS ARE FIGHTINNN

Bebe: AYO Kyle LET’S SEE THAT ASSSSS

Kyle: aight?

“I WANNA BE DARED TO KISS HER” STAN OMG DSJNFDSJBGSKD i love stendy crumbs YES

What THE FUCK NOT SHARON & RANDY DIVORCING FSBJKSGDJKGDSDKBJ NO

WHO THE FUCK IS ROY

Get the FUCK OUTTA HERE BRO

Stan was too stunned to speak

Wtf is HAPPENING ?!?!?! Poor Stanley

Stan preaching to the CHOIR

TRUTH OR DARE

The boys are SHAKING

Wendy slayed okay Kyle PUCKER UP

I HC WHEN THEY OLDER THAT BEBE IS A GOOD KISSER and tbh so is Kyle but the first few times Kyle is all tongue and no lip— nasty bro

Kyle will never take a chance to let cartman win that’s just fact

AAAA KYBE

Kyle: AAA

Omg dude it’s ur first kiss relax

“Fucking sickening” but make it with the rupaul YASSIFICATION

Stan: looks intensely at Wendy’s lips

OLDER!HC: stan is like. addicted to Wendy’s lips. All he wants to do is show his affection ALL THE TIME but is also shy abt it??? LMAO

Stan: Dare RIZZ

ROY FUCK OFF

GOD DAMMIT ROY U FUCKED IT UP

Omg kybe okay please let this be good

BEBE GIRL Y’ALL WEREN’T EVEN DATING

LMAOOONSDFNSD

Kyle is flabbergasted

OFC she hooks up with Clyde right after BRUH

But i also like Clybe so it’s okay

Omg STAN NOT THE BEAR TRAP DON’T GET HIM IN THE BEAR TRAP

Alas, OFC Sharon and randy stay strong go get ur dick girl

“CLUBHOUSES ARE MAGICAL” —stan marsh, as his parents are fucking in the clubhouse he built

EXCUSE ME BEBE WHAT THE FUCK

I hope he didn’t do it omg

EPISODE 13:

What the hell

Kyle beating cartman is my favourite

“THESE ARE MY FUCKING FOOD STAMPS, HOW AM I GONNA EAT WITHOUT THESE FOOD STAMPS?” — KENNY MCCORMICK

Kyle threatening Cartman so true bestie

Oh god this is gonna fucking suck

Cartman being flung OUCH

WHEN CARTMAN HITS THE SNOW AAA

excuse me? not the prostitute

this is bad broken vietnamese UGH

CARTMAN.

kenny robbed

stan and kyle playing with the dolls is so wholesome <3

EPISODE 14:

why didn't I know kyle's dad was a lawyer? interesting

little german dance

WAIT STENDY IS DATING AGAIN DFSJBGSBJKGSDKBJ

"hey, elton, if I give you these lyrics, will you write a song for my GIRLFRIEND wendy?"

DEAD

he wants to gift her a song NO ONE SPEAK TO ME

not me actually tearing up irl THIS IS EMBARASSING

but no fr stan is WHIPPED I love that for him

chef hoeing out with kyle's mom??? huh

NOT MISS CRAB TREE. chef rly do be desperate

Mr mackey crowd surfing ended me LMAOO

elton SINGING THE SONG STAN WANTED HIM TO WRITE FOR WENDY :')

WENDY LOOKING AT STAN ugh the fluff they exude

CHEWBACCA

EPISODE 15:

UGH THIS BORDER MAKES ME WANNA FIGHT A BITCH

uhm... this is sus cartman

oh this is a Halloween ep cool

oh WAIT I'VE SEEN THIS ONE ON TIKTOK TOO

creepy murder fish

"hella"

god my paranoia could NEVER

POOR KENNY HIS ROOF IS LEAKY :(

JESUS christ that goldfish scares me

NOT KILL

not the slap from shelly oml HAHA

stan- OMG NOT THE DEAD PERSON

"mommy's little angel" correct, my son is babie

not the SQUASH DFSKJBDSKBDSKB

cartman on some shit rn omg

WHAT THE FUCK TWO CARTMANS

cartman using aunt flo as a massage chair cackles a lil

sharon not giving a single fuck about randy's accusations

oh no not stan and kyle's alts

EPISODE 16:

stan gets told not to go: goes anyway

kenny riding shotgun and not giving a RAT'S ASS until money is thrown

god i'd die if I had to listen to singing for 6 hours

liane is just. so cool ok

kyle: AAAA

EYE- stan that's not cool bad noodle

EW I FEEL BACK FOR KYLE

kenny hoarding food HA

charles: how would u like to come with me to another secluded part of the mall?

kenny: ok

don't mess w kyle brofloski period

kyle: still mad abt mr.hankey

they all getting shot at but kyle has PRIORITIES

SHARON LMFNNKSDFB GET HIM

stan: sorry

HAHAHAH

EPISODE 17:

TWEEEKKKKKK OMG HIS FIRST APPEARANCE AND LINES <3

my deranged son <3 ily tweek

omg tweek's family runs a coffee shop <3 so cute

tweek he's so cute with his little gnome story

oh shit 8 year olds w coffee

THIS IS GONNA BE PSYCHO

OH GOD LMAOOO

Cartman sleeping in his puke yikes

oh he has ADD :'( little bean

Cartman slayed this time haha

Working w the underwear gnomes haha

Side not: my cats are finally sleeping on the same bed and not killing each other <3

OMG Y’ALL HAHAHAHA

EPISODE 18: (SEASON FINALE)

Is this an impersonation of Owen Wilson ??? LMAO

KyLE Y’ALL ARE 8 NO

The WAY STAN CIRCLES DOWN INTO THE CAVE DSJNFJKSDNG HE’S SO CUTE

And there’s the vomit

I’m starting to wonder if Stan has bad motion sickness or he just has a shit immune system

Cartman referencing my favourite movie of all time??? That was iconic of him. grease is MY FAVOURITE MOVIE <333333333

Style fighting >:(

Cartman so true abt style fighting

1999 ??? My birth year??? Epic

“ASSMASTER”

NO OH MY GOD STYLE Y’ALL ARE IN YOUR DIVORCE ERA

Nah bc they are such good friends they better get back together at the end of the episode

When Kyle doesn’t finish Stan’s line abt Kenny… u KNOW THEY FIGHTINGG

THE girlies ARE FIGHTING THEY IN THEIR WWE ARC

Larry u tell ‘em

Overall, season 2 better than season 1, 8/10

#faves: south park #viv watches #I’m so fucking sick rn so I’m happy to have a day to do nothing and binge <3 #I’m nervous bc i know that stendy goes downhill in later seasons but I’m living it up rn #also i wish Kenny doesn’t get killed in every ep he’s been thru the wringer #current fave characters are stendyle + Kenny #and also mr.mackey- a living breathing legend #but yeah onto SEASON THREE BABES

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suguspit · 5 months

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꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹ hangover comfort ⊹

sypnopsis: headcanons + drabbles abt how they would comfort you while you're hungover. includes: gojo, geto, nanami, & toji author's note: first post ! i wrote this while i was nursing a killer hangover from new year’s shenanigans. please don't ever drink.

[ satoru gojo ]

he’s going to make fun of you. sure, he’ll also do his part and nurse you back to health, but expect to hate him during and after the fact.

it’s at times like this you wonder if gojo is actually a sadist. he’ll take a picture to “savor the memory” while you’re leaning against the bathroom floor, death in your eyes and hair a frumpled mess. granted, the image is funny to look at the following days. funny to him. it’s only ever amusing to him. and if it is funny to you, it’ll only encourage him to take pictures of you whenever you look ridiculous.

but, if you genuinely aren’t in the mood to deal with his shit and you tell him as much, he’ll stop. especially if you start crying or throwing up.

he’ll rub circles into your back while you lean against him, sitting on the bathroom floor with you and talking to fill the silence and take your mind off your pain. it’s in his nature to not really take things seriously, so he’ll usually talk about anything he thinks will make you laugh.

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even though gojo says he’s a lightweight, he really isn’t. that much is evident to you when you wake up with an abysmal stomach ache while he seemed utterly unaffected. if he is a lightweight, he must metabolize incredibly fast. you find yourself thinking of either reason with resentment as you lean against your shared bathroom wall miserably. your stomach aches and you feel like you’re about to throw up constantly, but nothing wants to come out.

“honey pieee~ where are you?” gojo’s sing songy voice rings through the walls of your shared room and only intensifies your migraine. you take a deep breath and fight back a wave of nausea.

“i’m in the bathroom!” you call and he pokes his head in shortly after. his eyebrow raises when he sees you leaned against the wall.

“why are you on the floor, baby?” he snickers a little, “had too much to drink last night?” you’re about to groan at him to go away when you’re hit with a sharp pang and you double over, groaning. that seems to be enough of an answer for him, and he joins you on the floor with a much too loud and obnoxious laugh.

“go away, satoru-” you try to push him off when he wraps his arm around you but he doesn’t budge. you half expect him to whip out his phone like last time and take a selfie with you in all your misery, but his lack of movement means he must have learned from the previous incident.

“nuh uh,” he pulls you in closer, “i’m gonna sit with you.” you sigh and rest your head on his shoulder.

“it’s not fair,” you pout as your stomach twists again, “how come you’re not sick? we drank the same shit.”

“i’m just built different— ow!” you hit his shoulder and push him away with an eye roll. before you can scoot away from him completely he grabs you with both arms, snickering as he says he was “just kidding” and blaming it on his faster metabolism. he holds you like that for the rest of the morning, occasionally rubbing your back whenever the urge to vomit does hit you.

“my poor, sweet baby,” he coos at you mockingly, but you’re too tired to even hurt him for it.

[ suguru geto ]

like gojo, he’ll also tease you, but he’s going to be a lot more coddling. you can also expect a lecture or two, but it’s all light scolding while he tends to you.

even if he’s also hungover, which is actually a possibility in this case, he’s going to ignore his pain and focus on helping you. if you’re throwing up, he’ll hold your hair and rub your back. if you’re laying face down with a terrible migraine, he’ll get you medicine and rub your shoulders to soothe you.

if you had the energy, he would attempt to distract you with your favorite show or movie (even if it’s something he hates). he’ll listen to you moan and complain whenever the discomfort flares and hold you tighter, kissing your forehead to placate you.

if this is something that’s happened more than once, he’ll probably already have provisions on hand to give you. expect to wake up with saltine crackers, ibuprofen, and a cup of water already set up on your nightstand.

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“my head hurts,” you whine into your pillows while suguru rubs your back soothingly. “i’m never drinking again.”

“i think that’s what you said last time,” he retorts teasingly and you groan in response. your head is pounding and the ibuprofen suguru left out for you hasn’t kicked in yet. when you raise your head he tries to feed you a saltine, but you turn your head away in refusal.

“nuh uh.” you scrunch your nose up as the sight of the food stirs something foul in your stomach, “m’not hungry.” suguru sighs and puts the cracker down, looking down at you with a mixture of fondness and amusement. if it were anyone else (satoru), he wouldn't be as patient, but you were his weak spot.

“at least you aren’t throwing up anymore.” you nod weakly and settle into his arms.

“but,” he places a kiss on your forehead and looks down at you, “you really should be more careful with what you drink next time.” instead of giving a proper, thoughtful response, you groan again, burying your face in his chest. it really wasn’t your fault that shoko only drank dark liquor.

“my poor girl,” suguru coos into your ear and puts his hand under your shirt to rub your bare back. his cool touch soothes some of your discomfort, and you keen, nuzzling into him closer.

“do you want to watch that show you keep talking about to take your mind off it?” you perk up at the mention and nod with as much eagerness you can manage in your state. once suguru has the show playing on your television you two settle into a comfortable silence with him occasionally kissing your forehead.

“thank you for taking care of me,” you murmur into his shirt as you feel the fatigue beginning to settle in.

“you don’t have to thank me. you know i’d do anything for you.”

[ kento nanami ]

you WILL be pampered. though there will be a lecture incoming as well. and unlike geto, nanami isn’t going to necessarily let it slide just because you’re sick.

it sounds stern, but he really just doesn’t like seeing you in pain. he’s quick to give you whatever medicine you need as well as water, and you massage whatever body part you need soothed.

he COOKS for you. you’re in bed, feeling miserable and disgusted, when the scent of delicious food stirs you and you come to the kitchen to see nanami, apron’d up and whisking away at some eggs. if you weren’t hungover out of your mind you’d pounce on him so quick-

his bedside manner is arguably the best, and he has a myriad of remedies you weren’t even aware of to ease your pain. he’s quick to remind you of this in the future, though. not to hold it above you, but to warn you so you don’t make yourself sick in the future.

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“kento?” you call as you leave your shared bathroom, incredibly weak from your battle with the toilet. the liquor evidently won, as proven by the first 20 minutes of your morning spent hurling and heaving. you’re pretty sure you got most of it out, but now your nausea is replaced with extreme hunger and exhaustion. you plop on your bed as you call for your husband again.

“i’m in the kitchen!” he calls back, and you're suddenly aware of the sweet scent of cooked food wafting through the air. you trudge to the kitchen and are met with the sight of nanami shirtless, cheesy apron wrapped around his waist and whisk in hand. you pause in shock as you look him up and down.

“what- what’s this?” he glances at you briefly before pouring the whisked eggs into the pan.

“i knew you’d be hungry, so i’m making breakfast. did you want anything specific?” he’s spritzing salt and pepper on your eggs now.

“no… this is more than fine,” you’re still caught off guard as you sit on the kitchen counter and watch him. your heart swells with what you’re sure is a mixture of adoration and love until he turns around to look at you, and you see the “kiss the cook” writing engraved on his apron.

“and that?” you’re laughing now and his lips turn up in a small smile, “why are you wearing that?”

“i thought it would make you smile.”

a few minutes later, nanami presents you with a plate of eggs, toast, and bacon. you immediately devour it while he washes dishes.

“you shouldn’t drink so much in the future,” he finally scolds you after he wipes his hands dry, coming behind you to massage your shoulders. you can only hum in response since your mouth is full with food, but you do lean into his touch and look at him pouting eyes.

“i mean it.” he leans over you to kiss your forehead, and he lectures you about being more mindful, as well as the importance of not mixing your light and dark liquors.

“and,” he finishes, and by now you’ve cleaned your plate, “i hate seeing you like that.” you tell him you’ll be more careful next time and thank him for taking such good care of you, a reassurance that goes unheard as the following month approaches and he’s gently holding your ponytail back from the aftereffects of bar hopping with the other instructors. even though he scolds you yet again, he’s quick to pamper you with the same attentiveness as before.

[ toji fushiguro ]

toji canonically doesn’t like alcohol or get drunk, so your hangover would be one suffered alone. and to be honest, his bedside manner could definitely use improvement.

it’s not that he doesn’t care about you. he grew up in a household that didn’t give him room to be sick or need taking care of, so it’s in his nature to assume you operate similarly. so when you wake up the following day and dart to the bathroom to vomit profusely, he only really raises an eyebrow and lays back down. he’ll tease you from the comfort of your shared room until you make it clear you want him to take care of you (with toji, you have to communicate upfront or else he won’t get it). then he’s confused.

he isn’t going to say no, but he moves with reluctance as he crouches next to you on the bathroom floor. you may misinterpret his reluctance as refusal, and if you vocalize your hurt feelings because of this he’ll struggle to explain that it’s not that he doesn’t want to- he didn’t think you needed him to.

after you express that yes, you do need him to, he’ll roll his eyes and pull your hair back. he’ll do whatever you ask him to, but don’t expect him the keep his mouth shut the entire time.

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“bleeck.” toji’s eyebrows raise from his spot in the bed. he’s listened to the sound of you throwing up for the past 5 minutes now, and it doesn’t seem to be ending anytime soon. who would’ve thought your little stomach could have so much shit in it?

“tojiiii-” your voice echoes as you whine from the bathroom, “can you come sit with me?”

“why would i want to watch you throw up?” he responds with snark you really don’t appreciate in the moment, but he comes regardless, shirtless and disgruntled from sleep. you’re hunched over the toilet when you look up and pout at him. he can see tears welled in your eyes, probably from the discomfort, and he has to resist the urge to grab your cheeks and make fun of you.

“i feel awful,” you whine pitiably, and he scoffs as he looks down at you.

“of course you feel awful. you were out ‘til 3 am taking shots of shitty ass tequila.” that clearly isn’t the correct response, because your pout turns into a weak glare.

“you’re the fucking worst. can’t you comfort me like a normal boyfriend?”

“tch,” he crouches down next to you and gives into his impulses, pinching your cheek mockingly. “you’re such a baby, you know that?”

you’re about retort with your own choice words when the bile crawls its way up your throat again, and you hunch over to let it out. he watches you with furrowed eyebrows; the sight is making him increasingly uncomfortable.

“toji, please,” you manage to whimper once you’ve stopped, “you’re hurting my feelings. if you really don’t give a fuck, i don’t want you in here.” at this, he noticeably perks up and scratches the back of his head.

“of course i care, clearly you’re in fuckin’ pain.” he rips a piece of toilet paper and wipes your mouth with it. once he’s finished he repositions so he’s sitting behind you and pulls you into his chest.

“i’m really not sure what the hell i can do, but tell me and i’m on it.” he begins rubbing soothing circles over your queasy stomach to emphasize his point. the rubbing feels nice, and you let out a weak sigh as you lay your head on his chest.

“just hold me, please?” you smile weakly as his arms tighten around you, rolling his eyes in the process. “ ‘don’t wanna be alone.”

“sure, sure,” he rests his chin on top of your head, “anything for the princess.”

#jjk x reader #jjk headcanons #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #getou suguru x reader #geto x reader #nanami x reader #nanami kento x reader #toji x reader #toji fushigro x reader #jjk imagines

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mceka-blog · 1 year

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One of the regrets that maybe i’ll carry with me along my life, are like letters that I cant send to u.

It hurts me when I remember back in time, that our distance didn’t let us to fully enjoy each other, and by saying this it hurts me that I couldn’t give you my 100%. Not that I didn’t want it, it was all the circumtances, I couldnt met you to give a hug when u were angry, trying to calm u down ; I couldnt prepare u something to eat when u were hungry or tired after a busy day, I couldnt give u a smile on ur face when u were all stressed over, I couldnt take ur head in my chest to sleep peacefully when u were sad, I couldn’t help u doing small things of the day to make u feel better; I couldn’t BE by urside when all u needed was somebody to listen. All i could do was trying to give my support via a message text, virtually. And it kills me even more when I couldnt be with you to cheerish ur moments of happiness, those days when u forgot abt all ur problems and ur smile lit up the whole world around u! Oh what I would give to see that smile again, or to hold u tight and just listen to you.

And I wasn’t an easy person, as u weren’t either. U know how life fucked me up, waking up everyday thinking of not being enough, i ruined my university and that thing killed me day by day. It was one of the only things that I could be proud of in my life, but I never showed u how terribly bad I was feeling. I couldn’t do that to you, I thought it was too much and tried to resolve it by myself. And I remember this summer when everything hit me like a gun, I was suffocating in that city, in that house with my sis, I couldn’t handle anymore and as I was on my finish line of that jurney, I was completely lost of what to do next. And i choose to change city, new place new beggining, for me. And things got so difficult for me, trying to take scolarship to not depend on my parents again, to find a house to move on and in meanwhile lessons had started. I choose a path where I was in two places contemporary, my mind was a mess and I couldn’t see how much I was suffering until I found myself one night on the bathroom floor, crying so much that provoked me to vomit, followed by days and weeks. And how could I tell u that, when u were suffering on the other part and on those minutes after work I just wanted to listen to ur voice to calm my heart. I couldnt do that to you!!

All I wanted was a better tomorrow, I knew that both of us were suffering were lost, i just wanted to pass those days as I was working on myself and I dreamed of moving to a new city and being a better me, I remember looking at that period just like a cloud that someday will pass and the sun will shine. I just wanted to have a new beginning ,and it doesnt matter if u could give me 0% of you, I would always be there for you, full for you, full for us. I just wanted that time to resolve things till the end of november. And as I wished that you could see me in my eyes and understand how much I was suffering for all the things that happened to me, I just saw the love of my life clearly asking me to not contact him anymore. I just wanted u to take my hand and tell me that we could make this happen, we could have pass this difficulty and many more, together. But u choose to leave me, as you always do when things get hard, u choose to let my hand and drowned me, me and the dreams I had. And maybe this time u wanted us to grow apart, to be a better us for ourselves, but u dont know how damn u broke me. And now i’m in this new city, but u are not here and i’m drowning day by day… but please let me know that u are happy, it eases my pain. I just want you to be happy; even if i’m dead. You know that I will still give my life for u, not thinking twice

I’m sorry, that this distance couldn’t let us live each other. And I know, that this is and will remain one of the dreams that wont be accomplished till death comes and get me.

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hugheshugs · 2 years

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cinnamon and spice | q. hughes + b. boeser

this one was a request !! i apologize that it took months to get this done but i hope u like it :))

prompts: #18 — "i don't want to break your heart." // #36 — "i'm going to puke on your jersey." // #96 — "how did you find out?" // #100 — "why didn't you tell me?"

summary: you and quinn used to hook up but he ghosts you and you find out you're pregnant. your best friend brock is there to help you until you see quinn again.

pairing: bestfriend!brock x pregnant!reader, babydaddy!quinn x pregnant!reader

word count: 5k

warnings: vomiting, pregnancy things, mentions of alcohol, anxiety.

note: idk how i feel abt this one ahh, its very different from my other fics i think. i also dont think i'll be writing another pregnancy fic bc it took me way too long to write this one !! that being said, i hope u guys enjoy this

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delivered.

you and quinn were never close. fuck buddies, yes, but you weren't best friends. you guys were sort of always stuck between 'we shouldn't be friends' and 'we shouldn't catch feelings.' it was weird so you both never got emotionally attached to each other.

sure you guys talked, — he texted you before he came to fuck you but that was it.

you guys only used each other for sex. it wasn't until you realized you only let yourself give in to quinn that you figured you may be catching feelings.

a month later, quinn hasn't texted you back. you spent countless days and nights wondering what went wrong, if you did something to make him leave, but you simply couldn't come up with anything. it hurt but you just think that maybe he found someone else to sleep with.

weeks pass by and you start feeling a bit worried. you missed your period and thought it might just be late but it never came. tiredness, nausea, things that were never a problem for you before have been wreaking havoc in your daily life and you're 99% sure you know why.

bundling up, you muster the strength to go out and grab a pregnancy test. you hope you don't feel nauseous on the way there because you definitely aren't going to ask anyone to get it for you.

luckily, the short journey isn't too much of a hassle and you make it there and back home safely. you were smart enough to drink a ton of water before leaving so when you get home, you don't have to wait to take the test.

you feel your heart beating in your head as you shrug your jacket off and shakily walk over to your bathroom, test in your hands. you feel like you already know what the answer is and there's only one person that could be the father. you aren't sure if you're more worried about the baby or telling quinn you're bearing his child.

positive.

your eyes widen, heart leaping in your chest as you throw the test across the room.

"what the fuck?" you ask yourself, running a hand through your hair.

quinn was always serious about protection, which is why you can't think of a single time where maybe you guys somehow just forgot. the condom must have broken or had a hole in it and he just never noticed, but what the fuck.

with a drum beating against your ribcage, you grab your purse and walk out the door with only one thing on your mind.

"brock!"

you run towards him, engulfing him in a massive hug the second you reach him. almost as if an emotional wave washes over you, you begin crying into his neck.

"hey, what's wrong?" brock asks in concern, eyebrows furrowing as he holds your shaking body in his arms.

he wasn't expecting to see you, and definitely not right after practice. he was on his way home just before you saw him and he's confused as hell.

you shake your head, unable to answer him at the moment. all you want right now is the support of your best friend. you don't know how you're going to handle everything by yourself and it's too much for you to take in.

"breathe for me, c'mon. take deep breaths, you gotta chill out," he tries soothing you, a hand rubbing your back comfortingly.

it helps. after a couple minutes of him reassuring you quietly in your ear, your sobs turn into sniffles and you pull away from his grasp. with a pounding head, you can't bare to look him in the eyes. what's he going to think of you? how's he going to feel about you sleeping with one of his closest friends?

"what's wrong? you can't just come to me crying and expect me to not want answers," he tells you, lifting your head up with his palms and wiping your tears.

"i—" your voice sounds scratchy and gross, making you close your eyes and take a deep breath before speaking. "can we go to your place please? i'll explain there, i promise."

brock's about to refuse, not about taking you to his place but about you telling him once you get there. he's dying to know what's got you so worked up but he sees the look on your face and sighs, unable to say no.

"alright, let's go."

"yay," you whisper, which makes him chuckle.

he rests his hand on the small of your back as he leads you to his car. looking out the doors of the arena, he sees the pouring rain and takes a double take when he looks at you again.

"how did you get here?"

"i ran."

"in the rain?" he asks in disbelief.

"no, it wasn't raining when i got here. guess i got lucky," you shrug and he rolls his eyes, stopping in his tracks to set his bag down.

he pulls out a hoodie and hands it to you. "you're not getting sick on my watch, little missy."

"can i keep it?" you ask excitedly.

brock bites the inside of his cheek when he sees the grin on your face, the redness of your eyes making it a sore sight.

"yeah, why not?"

you need to tell someone. it would be a bad idea not to, no? you can't keep it in for too long, especially when you know you're going to need some help. quinn can't be kept in the dark either, but the thought of telling him about your pregnancy makes bile rise to your throat immediately, so you try to push that thought away as best as you can.

taking a seat on brocks couch, the colour drains from your face when coolie comes to your side and begins sniffing your stomach. you peak over at brock to see him looking through his pantries in the kitchen so you smile and pet the dog beside you.

"i know you know," you whisper. "but you can't tell anyone, okay?"

coolie pauses his sniffing to stare at you and you simply laugh, although your stomach beings feeling even worse. guess you couldn't push away that thought for too long.

brock finally walks over with your favourite snack which only makes you want to gag. milo starts barking loudly from his seat on the ground and you clutch your ears, suddenly feeling sensitive to the sound.

"milo, stop that!"

you shouldn't be feeling as anxious as you are. it's probably bad for the baby but you can't help it. you close your eyes and try taking deep breaths but you can't, forcing you to open your eyes and look at brock.

"i'm going to puke."

his eyes widen but before he can say anything, you run past him. he follows swiftly behind you and brings a fist to his mouth in disgust when he sees you throwing up into his toilet.

he fights back his hesitations when hot tears escape your eyes and you begin coughing as saliva drips out of your mouth. bending down to take a seat, he scrunches his nose at the horrid smell but holds your hair back for you as you continue emptying your stomach.

after a couple minutes, you don't feel anything coming up and you take heavy breaths, leaning back into brock's chest. he uses his hands to brush away the stray hairs that are sticking onto your damp forehead, once again pushing away every thought of disgust that flows through his mind.

"y/n, you need to tell me what's wrong."

"i want peanut butter," you mumble. you start to feel tired, not having eaten much throughout the day and just puking it all out. you have nothing in your system. "with pickles. pickles 'n peanut butter."

brock furrows his eyebrows. "you're a fucking weirdo. c'mon, let's get you cleaned up."

he helps you stand up and thankfully you have enough energy to walk on your own and brush your teeth (using a spare toothbrush of course, not brock's). he lets you do your thing while he goes back to his kitchen to find you pickles and peanut butter.

when you walk out and meet him, you see a jar of pickles set out for you with peanut butter. you grin, taking a seat and digging in. brock stands on the other side of the island and grimaces at the sight.

"mmm, brock, this is so good! you wanna try?"

"no! no, i'm good. i'm perfectly fine standing right over here," he says quickly, watching as milo comes over to sit beside you. something feels weird to him. he senses a change in his pups, noticing that they seem a bit more.. protective of you. they had even been sitting by the bathroom while you were in there puking your guts out.

"you good? you look like you're stressed," you ask with your mouth full.

"why were you crying? you came to find me at the arena and you were crying. you said you were going to tell me what's wrong but you haven't," he gets straight to the point and your heart drops.

"uhm, well.." you swallow the food in your mouth, thinking about how to tell him. "please don't be mad."

"what's that supposed to mean?"

"i'm pregnant."

"you're what?" his eyes bulge and he dashes around the counter. "did i hear you correctly? did you just say you're pregnant?"

"yes! yes, i am but please don't be mad and please don't tell anyone, brock, please."

"i won't tell anyone, i just," he lets out a deep breath, running a hand through his hair as he sits beside you. "who's the father?"

you give him a sheepish look. "pinky promise you won't be mad?"

he rolls his eyes and gives you his pinky. you lock yours with his and look directly at him.

"quinn."

"hughes?"

"who else?"

"i'm gonna kill him."

your eyes widen as brock stands up from his seat, making you rush over to stop him. you grab his arms and hold him in place, making him glare at you expectantly.

"it wasn't his fault—"

"wasn't his fault? y/n, he's been hooking up with girls and you're over here pregnant with his kid! don't fucking defend h— wait, how the fuck did this even happen?"

"listen, i'll tell you everything but can we please sit down and talk it over. i really need your help, that's why i came to find you."

he gives you a reluctant nod and you drag him over to his couch, his eyes softening as he finds you unconsciously resting a hand on your stomach. you both sit down and you tell him everything, from the minute you and quinn decided to be fuck buddies up until now. surprisingly, you aren't in tears by the end, you're just scared and brock can see it. he's so incredibly happy for you but he knows you're young and don't know what to do, which breaks his heart.

"i'm sorry i hid everything from you and i'm sorry i came to you with all this. i just found out about this today," you tell him, gesturing to your stomach. "you were the first person i wanted to tell."

brock gives you a small smile. "i appreciate that. you have no idea how happy i am for you but it's okay to be afraid, you know? i can see that you're unsure of everything but i'm here for you, i promise."

you don't waste a moment pulling him into a hug and he rubs your back soothingly, hoping to ease your tensions.

"i want you to stay with me."

your eyebrows crease at his words and you try pulling out of his grasp but he doesn't let go.

"i need to know you and your baby are safe at all times. please, i don't want you living alone. at least until you tell him," he explains.

"i don't want to be a burden—"

"you're not, you'll never be. you need to understand that i really don't think it's a good idea for you to be pregnant and alone, all i want to do is help you. please."

you nod in the crease of his neck, pulling him closer. "okay. i'll stay."

you're 16 weeks pregnant now. your bump is starting to show but it's easily hidden by the endless amount of brock's clothes you've stolen. you've been staying with him like you said you would and it hasn't been the best time but he couldn't be any more understanding.

tonight, you guys are going to a small get together at bo's house. you decided you've waited way too long and you can't keep quinn in the dark anymore so you plan on telling him tonight. he deserves to be given the opportunity to support you and his child if he wants, and you won't blame him if he doesn't want to but he needs to know it's an option.

you've seen him and his girlfriend on social media and to say you're a bit intimidated would be an understatement. she's a model but she doesn't seem the nicest and things look like they're getting pretty serious between the two. at least, that's what brock's been saying, which only makes you feel worse about quinn not knowing.

you get ready and pull on a pair of sweats and one of brock's hoodies. making your way out of your temporary bedroom, brock laughs when he sees you.

"you're really gonna wear my clothes?"

"yeah, is there a problem? i can take it off if you want me to."

"no, it's not a problem. i was just thinking that people might think we're together or something."

you blink slowly in thought, realizing he's right. no one even knows you're living with him, what'll they think when you show up in his clothes?

"i'll just pretend i bought a really big hoodie. no big deal," you shrug. "i doubt they remember this is yours, right?"

"we'll have to wait and find out," he says breathily before opening the front door.

the car ride is silent, other than the soft radio hum in the background and you tapping your foot anxiously as you think about talking to quinn. you don't know how he'll react and you're scared he's going to freak out or get mad at you for some reason.

"you okay?" brock asks, sensing your distress.

"just thinking about quinn.."

"you still like him?"

"mhm," your eyes trail off as you look out the window. "but he's in this perfect relationship and here i am about to screw it up."

"don't say that. it takes two to make a damn kid, you're not screwing anything up. if anything, he screwed it up himself. and if he says or does anything to hurt you, i will personally beat his ass," brock tells you, making you smile at his overprotectiveness.

"i don't know if i want you to beat up my baby daddy," you joke.

"he'll get it if he deserves it," he says as he parks outside bo's.

he sees you eyeing the house carefully and notices your hand shaking a bit. he grabs it softly with one hand and holds your face with the other, forcing you to look at him.

"hey, everything's going to be okay. you know quinn, he's a good guy. it might be a shock to him at first but he'll get over it.. and if he doesn't, you have a whole group of guys in there who'll happily play uncle for your little one. we got your back."

he wipes a stray tear that fell from your eye, your heart melting at his words. you know he's right. no matter how this goes, you have other friends who'll support you no matter what. you nod your head and give him a small smile, he sends you a grin in return. you both make your way out of the car and walk over to the front door where holly greets you instantly.

"hi guys! long time no see, how are you?" she asks happily, pulling brock in for a hug.

"i'm great, you?" he wraps his arms around her and gives you a look, hinting at your stomach.

your eyes widen as you realize she'll feel your belly when she hugs you so when she comes over, you give her an awkward side hug instead. thankfully, she doesn't seem to notice anything and ushers you both into the house.

in the living room, you see a couple of brock's teammates (who are also your friends) and their significant others hanging out. noticing that most of them are drinking, you pray that they don't give you a drink as well, thinking about how you're going to convince them that the girl who never used to pass up a free drink doesn't drink anymore.

conor sees you and jumps up from his seat, making you grab brock's arm. you weren't planning on telling anyone other than quinn about your pregnancy but if people keep trying to hug you it's not going to stay a secret for too long.

"hey, y/n/n! how are ya?" conor asks, standing in front of you. his eyes flicker down to your hold on brock but he doesn't question it.

"i'm good, how are you?"

"i'm great. missed my friend, that's for sure."

you look at him guiltily. "sorry.. i've just been a bit busy."

"no worries. glad you're here now though. c'mon, let's get you a drink."

you hadn't realized the group had quieted down at yours and brock's arrival. each of them waited to greet you but they'd been listening on your conversation and as soon as conor mentioned the drink, it felt like a pin dropped because of the way you remain quiet.

"uhm, i can't.." you squeeze brock's hand, silently pleading for help.

"since when does y/f/n not drink? that's news to me," elias says, making brock chuckle.

"she's my designated driver for tonight. i'm tryna get drunk so she's gonna drive me home, no biggie," brock saves your ass. you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding when everyone drops the case and goes back to their conversations.

"thanks," you whisper as conor retreats.

"you're welcome. now where's quinner.." brock trails off, looking around as you both take a seat on the huge sofa.

"he's probably just not here yet—"

you stand corrected as quinn walks in the room with a girl on his arm. you feel like the whole world stopped. everything around you blurs with him as your main focus and your heart leaps when his eyes meet yours.

you swallow the growing lump in your throat and try forgetting about the feelings you have for him, his girlfriend being an indicator that whatever you once had is over. butterflies consume you, your mind almost mistaking the feeling for nausea as he and the girl take a seat beside you.

you give him a smile but your expression changes when you look down and notice he's wearing a jersey.

you furrow your eyebrows. "what are you wearing?"

"we were running late so i grabbed the first thing i saw," he chuckles, running a hand through his hair. "it's nice to see you."

it's almost pathetic how that simple sentence brings an unwelcomed warmth to your face. "it's nice to see you too. how've you been?"

"good.. great, actually. there's someone i want you to meet," he tells you, looking to his side. he taps the girl on her shoulder and she turns to look at you.

"candice, this is y/n. y/n, this is my girlfriend, candice."

"hi," you wave lightly. "nice to meet you."

she chews her gum aggressively and looks you up and down before meeting your eyes and shooting you a fake grin. "yeah. nice to meet you too."

no words are spoken between you and her after that, for she gives her attention back to holly so they can resume the conversation they were having before quinn interrupted.

"she's a gem.." you say sarcastically.

quinn chuckles. "she doesn't really like meeting new people. anyway, how are you?"

you feel a heavy weight on your shoulders, fidgeting with the hem of brock's hoodie as quinn sits tight for an answer. your throat runs dry and your mind is jumbled with too many thoughts. before you can think of the right thing to say, one stupid sentence comes out of your mouth.

"i'm going to puke on your jersey."

his eyes widen. "what? are you oka—"

he doesn't get an answer because you quickly stand up and walk away, trying your best to hold in your sickness before it spills onto the ground. you don't want to cause a scene by running so you keep a steady pace, tugging conor with you on your way to the washroom.

"woah, you good?" he asks as you push the door open.

you shake your head, bile pooling in your mouth as you push him in and shut the door. taking a seat in front of the toilet, it doesn't take a minute before you're spilling into the bowl. conor gags but reaches over to hold your hair.

you both stay in there for a while and quinn starts to worry. if he wants to be honest with himself, he'd admit that he only came here because he wanted to see you — but not for any reason other than that he felt bad about ghosting you.

he looks over to brock who'd moved to sit beside him. "you think she's okay?"

"huh?" brock asks confusedly.

"y/n, she wasn't feeling well. it's been a while since she left.."

"conor's with her, she'll be fine."

that doesn't help quinn one bit. he hesitates, wondering if maybe the pair are actually hooking up in the washroom, but the sick look on your face flashes in his mind and that thought disappears in an instant.

he stands up and makes his way to the washroom which luckily isn't too far. he enters the hallway and sees the door open, to his relief. taking small steps, he halts as he hears shushed voices.

"what do you mean you're pregnant?!"

"i'm fucking telling you i'm pregnant, conor! how do you think i got pregnant, do you need me to explain conception to you?"

quinn's mouth parts and he raises an eyebrow. you're pregnant? it doesn't click in his mind for even a split second that he might be the father. yeah, he remembers that you both used to hookup but he figures that you would have already told him if he was.

he hears some shuffling and bolts into the laundry room beside him, not wanting to get caught. that definitely wasn't something he was supposed to hear and he doesn't want to upset you.

"well, who's the father?"

he's able to see you and conor standing in the hallway through the crack of the open door he hides behind. he watches as you hesitate and huff in frustration.

"quinn."

"hughes?"

"no," you deadpan, waiting a moment. "yes, quinn hughes! quintin jerome hughes, what is up with men and thinking i didn't fuck quinn hughes? yes, i fucked quinn hughes and now i'm 4 months pregnant with his child, is that. what. you wanted. to hear. conor?"

quinn's face pales as he continues listening to you two bicker like children. it all goes in one ear and out the other as he tries to stomach the fact that he's going to be a father at 22 years old. and four months. you hid your pregnancy from him for four months. those are four months he could have cared for you and his child. he doesn't know how to feel. he shouldn't be mad because after all, he's the one who put you in this situation, but he had the right to know, didn't he?

you both walk away and quinn slowly exits the laundry room, tugging at his hair in frustration and confusion. he feels angry and he doesn't know what to do.

sighing, he makes his way back to the living room and watches as you stand in the kitchen with some of the girls.

it all happens in a spur of the moment.

he walks over to you as quick as he can, grabs your hand and tugs you upstairs to one of the guest rooms, locking the door behind him.

"quinn, you okay?"

"why didn't you tell me?"

his words send a shock to your gut but you think that maybe he's talking about something else. maybe he doesn't actually know and you might just out yourself by saying the wrong thing.

"what do you mean—"

"our baby, y/n. why the fuck didn't you tell me?"

you blink at him, anger raging through your veins in an instant. he sees the change on your face but it doesn't phase him one bit, seeing as he's also engraged at the moment.

"you fucking ghosted me, quinn! do you know how long i've been thinking about telling you? how guilty i've felt about not telling you? i was planning on doing it today but you found out, how the fuck did you find out?"

"well, it wasn't too hard when you were practically shouting it to the world in the hallway downstairs!"

"god, quinn don't fucking yell at me," you grit through your teeth, glaring at him. "it wasn't easy, these past four months have been hell. i dont wanna argue, can we please just talk this out?"

"i don't want to talk, y/n. you hid this from me for so fucking long and now i'm in a committed relationship with someone else! maybe i would have tried to stay with you if i'd known we were having a goddamn family together—"

"i don't want you to be with me because of a mistake—"

"our baby is not a mistake!"

"quinn! we're not even 25 yet, yes, this baby is a mistake. it's not wrong to admit that, you know? just because it's a mistake that doesn't mean i care about it any less!"

both your chests heave as you finish screaming at each other. quinn closes his eyes and tries grounding himself as you start to feel bad about screaming at him. the room quiets down and you bite your lip, heart pounding as you realize you yelled at the man you love instead of having an important conversation about everything.

"listen, i'm sorry. you're probably under a lot of stress and i shouldn't have lashed out on you," quinn apologizes.

your heart grows in size. quinn could mess up in the worst ways possible and you'd go back to him every time. "it's okay, i shouldn't have yelled either. i wanted to have a real conversation but here we are.."

there's an elephant in the room that you both know needs to be addressed but neither of you know how to bring it up. you sigh, taking a seat on the bed and looking up at him. he walks over and takes the seat in beside you as you lean your back on the bedframe.

"i should have told you—"

"no, it's not a big deal, really.. are you showing?"

you give him a small smile. "a little, yeah. the baby's the size of an avocado."

"can i.. um," he hesitates. you know exactly what he wants but you want to hear him say it.

"can i see it? the baby— or, your stomach, i mean."

nodding, you stretch your legs out in front of you and lay down a bit, lifting up brock's hoodie and your shirt to show him your bump.

it wasn't supposed to be emotional but you can't help but tear up when quinn's eyes gleam. you can see that he's overwhelmed with feelings and it makes you think back to the day you found out you were pregnant.

"i know this is a lot. you can take your time to think about it.."

he looks up at you, eyes glossy like yours. "i want to be here for you and the baby, i know that for a fact. i'm not leaving you by yourself."

"are you sure? i've been staying with brock and you might need time to process," you tell him, reassuring that it's okay if he's not ready to commit right now.

"y/n, i'm telling you. you're not going through this alone. this is our baby and i'm here for you both, that's a promise."

"thank you."

"don't thank me.. i should be thanking you. i should have been there to help."

"it's okay. brock makes a pretty good baby daddy," you laugh and quinn smiles.

you both take in each other's prescence for a moment, quinn's eyes flickering back and forth between you and your bump.

"look.. i know you like me. that's the reason why i left in the first place," he tells you. your heart drops but you shrug it off, listening to what he's saying.

"i don't want to break your heart. i want to take care of you but i still want to be with my girlfriend."

you nod, although your heart strains against your chest. "that's alright. i totally understand that, no worries."

"you sure?"

"quinn, i can't force you to like me. maybe if i'd told you about the baby earlier we could have tried something like you said, but i didn't and that's okay. i'm happy you're happy, that's all i ever want."

"thank you."

"you're welcome. but, there's also one other thing i want."

"what is it?"

"a chicken quesadilla from taco bell with extra cheese, and cinnabon delights."

"oh—"

"can you get it for me?"

"why do i need to get it for you?"

"hello, quintin! i'm pregnant with your child, did you already forget?" you ask in disbelief and his eyes widen.

"shit, sorry. that's gonna take some getting used to."

#quinn hughes #brock boeser #quinn hughes imagine #brock boeser imagine #quinn #babydaddy!quinn #bestfriend!brock #hughes #brock #boeser #nhl imagine #canucks imagine #hockey boy imagine #hockey imagine

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beomiesz · 2 years

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Thoughts on hard dom beomgyu x fem sub reader - 💋

ANON YOUR LITERALLY SPEAKING MY LANGUAGE

all the dirty things he wld do to you- man. i think i say it every time but beomgyu will. edge. you. and he'll degrade you when youre begging to cum. will literally laugh at you and say how pathetic you look begging him to let you come, but he won't do it until you cry out your safeword – he wants to hear it slipping past your lips. once he stops, he'd kiss your temple and praise you, telling how good you did and coming back to his lovely persona, having to bite back the smirk as hearing your whimpering for him to make you cum and hold back the will of tease you about it, bc you used your safeword so y'all should stop any sexual activity, shouldn't you ? but he made you suffer enough for that day, so if your asking him to make you cum, how could he deny it to you ? if you aren't making any requirements of how you want to come, he'd eat you out all passionately, whispering praises against your core and just letting you guide him the way you want to, if you want to grind on his face you're grinding on his face, he won't hold your hips like he usually does. if you want to cum on his dick, he's taking you in missionary position, your legs around his waist as he slowly thrust deep inside you, reaching just the right spot to make your orgasm wash over you.

yes i started talking abt hard!dom gyu and ended up vomiting soft!dom gyu thoughts bc is just like this that gyu works, he switches between hard and soft dom w this ease and you can't change my mind 😤

also, new anon i guess ? welcome sweetie <3

#txt smut #txt hard hours #beomgyu smut #beomgyu hard hours #txt hard thoughts #[ ☆ – mailbox.]#[ ☆ – hard hours.]#luli's 💋 anon

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sacrificialblood · 2 years

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drown your misery.

idk i MIGHT make this a small series but idk depends on how i’m feeling abt this later on i have a couple hundred or so words written for another part but like i DO have a hard time finishing things

vincent sinclair x reader

word count: 2,589

warnings: alcohol, kidnapping, mentions of vomit

***

The seasons have already changed by the time you’re allowed to come up from Vincent’s workroom. You arrived in the spring, mid-April, and now there’s a chill in the air. Bo refuses to tell you the date and Vincent ignores you and pushes you toward other things to distract you, like the to-do list that comes with your new freedom. There’s rules, pre-arranged by the brothers and enforced with the twin blades in Vincent’s apron and Bo’s shotgun.

Before this, before Ambrose, you would have scolded yourself for walking into this, becoming nothing more than a housewife and following everything they say. You always lived in a black and white world. It’s about the gray area of survival now.

You ignore the screams and the cries and focus on completing the chores that keep you in Bo’s good graces. You cook, clean, do laundry, take care of the dog when Vincent isn't around, and you do it with a smile, albeit a forced one, whenever the Sinclair brothers are around. You’re lucky in that respect, that Bo hangs around the garage most of the day and that Vincent keeps to himself. Whatever violence they commit in the day doesn’t bleed over into your new life.

It will soon. It’s inevitable. There’s only so many places to hide in Ambrose.

Your hand stills, squeezing the sponge in it until it runs dry. What would you do then? Cry for help? Help the brothers? Escape with whoever is unfortunate enough to land in Ambrose? The plate falls from your hands and crashes with the other dirty dishes.

You know what you’d like to do—run as far as you could from here, escape to safety with other survivors, live to tell your tale, get back to your old life and pick up where you left off. Something tells you different though. You would die trying. You aren’t strong or fast and that’s how you ended up here. Your only chance of living is to stay put and follow the rules until you have a solid plan.

You turn off the water. You don’t want to plan, you don’t want to have to kill someone or alert the brothers of where they can find their victims. No more cleaning or cooking, no more of this Leave It to Beaver bullshit.

There’s a bottle of whiskey tucked in the back of one of the cabinets. You’d found it while you were deep cleaning the kitchen. It was unopened, covered in years worth of grime, and from the look of the dust, you were the first one to touch it in a very long time. Now it sits pretty, but still ignored by both brothers whenever they open that particular cabinet. Maybe they won’t mind, maybe they will, there’s only one way to find out.

But you could be dead soon. Vincent could tire of you or Bo could read a look you give him the wrong way and you could be thrown into the chair, forced into position and become a new attraction.

Might as well be drunk enough not to care.

***

It's been a long time since you’ve drank this heavily—even longer since you’ve been plastered in the middle of the day. It’s easy to enjoy the hollow feeling in your chest and head. The only thing you care about is the fact that you don’t think about it—earning approval, playing the role of a good housewife, the obedient captive.

The alcohol makes you cringe with each sip, lips curling in disgust, but it gets easier, as all things do. You get used to it. You endure it.

You don’t want to endure this.

You sit in Dr. Sinclair’s office and watch the seconds tick by on an old clock that still works. You’re surrounded by the dead, dissected and bisected things that had fallen prey to the knife. You’re looking at your future. Your body will be offered to the butcher block one day, there’s no doubt of that. You don’t know what stayed Vincent’s hand that day in the wax museum—clueless to any sort of feeling or whim he felt when he saw you—but you can only hope that whatever Vincent feels for you is enough to grant you a swift death. You don’t want to wait for death to come to you, painfully aware of your coming demise from dehydration or starvation and knowing you can’t do a thing about it.

***

He finds you hunched over the toilet, hair in your face and knotted to hell, you’ve been vomiting on and off the last ten minutes but after each round you take another swig, pushing yourself past your bodily limit. The bottle is nearly gone.

It’s easy to ignore him when he blocks out the light of the hallway, you’ve been getting good at ignoring. But then he whines something pitiful, a sound you’d never thought a man of his size and composure could ever make. All interactions with him were always carefully detached, but gentle nonetheless, and if you close your eyes tight enough and forget just a little, you can build a fantasy, always just a soft lover, a nervous lover touching you for the first time. He hunches down next to you, hands hovering over your back and shoulders, fluttering around like a hummingbird as your chest heaves and jerks.

Eventually, his hands find a place on your jaw, dragging your face up to get a better look at you. Vincent's hands are clammy and it’s an honest relief, you feel like you’re boiling with all the blood that gathered to your face, and you lean into his touch just for a moment to bask in it. He hums—a pleasant sound when devoid of the context—pleased by your immediate submission, he strokes his thumbs over your cheeks. And again, you can pretend.

Pretending is your new favorite game–

His hands are so soft. Devoid of the rough calluses of a hard working life. The wax has kept him soft, only on the surface of course, you know what lurks there, that darkness that comes with the wax. It’s not just a little hobby or a job, this is his life. This is not a man you can find comfort in. This man is keeping you captive, working with his brother to keep you in check and should you break the rules, overstep boundaries, become too comfortable, you know exactly where you’ll end up and just what state you will be in.

–but all games must come to an end.

“Don’t fucking… don’t touch me.”

He doesn’t budge against your shove, just watches you with a scrutinizing eye. There’s no comfort. You can’t ask him for it and he could never give it. What would he know about love or kindness or empathy? If he had even an ounce of it, he would have let you go, would have never started encasing people in wax.

You hate Lester for luring you here, you hate Bo for not killing you quicker and wanting to toy with his food and giving Vincent enough time and space to become beguiled, and you hate Vincent for wanting to keep you. Most of all, you hate yourself. You’d been given freedom and you didn’t try to escape.

You don’t realize you’re talking until you feel a hand on your back. It’s hesitant, slow to touch you but finds confidence with each rub against your spine. His touch makes your head spin and your eyes water.

He signs something to you, but your lack of understanding and his insistence frustrates you.

“I don’t know what you’re saying!” you scream, voice breaking from the effort.

He flinches–your captor flinches at you. Why should he be scared when you’re living on the precipice? The stress of living has kept you up for hours on end, degraded your thoughts and broke you down physically and now that pressure, that fear, is coming to the surface. It helps that it was loosened up by the liquor.

“I miss my mom and sister. Let me go. Let me see them. I hate it here. I want to go home. Can't you see,” you bring your hand up to his face—no not his face, his mask—and circle your index and middle finger around the hole that allows him to see, “I’m miserable. I'm dying. Let me go home. I don't want to die here.”

He shakes his head.

You’re seeing red through your tears and you shove him again and again, desperate for a reaction, a tick of anger, the narrowing of his eye, the flash of a blade, but nothing happens, the most he does is make a few noises. You pound your fists into his chest and he just takes it. And even when you lose your energy, he brushes your hair back and wipes your mouth clean with a damp hand towel. He's gentle with you, treats you like a delicate object, his most prized possession.

Because that’s what you are, a new toy for him to play with until he breaks or loses interest in it.

I hate you. I hate you. I hateyouhateyouhateyouhatehatehatehate.

The bottle is placed on the counter and the hand towel in the sink and with some considerable strength and manipulation, Vincent has pulled you up on your feet, grasping around your clothes despite how gross they are, shirt soaked to your chest with alcohol and sweat and bile, and you no doubt reek. Vincent pays it no mind, not even when the ends of his hair get caught on your shirt. He leads you around the house, waiting for you when you need a second to catch your breath or steady your head.

His hands are carefully positioned, his left cupping your left elbow and his right has a tight grip on your right hand. There’s a slight drag to it, he tries to pull you close to his side, wants you to lean on him. You can only interpret it as a desperate attempt to make you feel safe and cared for.

The walk is a blur even with your eyes closed. There’s no mistaking where you’re headed even in your stupor, the half flight of stairs and the few corner turns—you’re going back to the workroom, back to the little makeshift room he constructed for you, where only a few curtains separate you from the rest of his space.

He stops and lets you go. His hands are a blur but you know what he’s doing, you just don’t know what he’s saying.

The front door slams open and Vincent’s hand stops mid-sign, there’s only one other person it could be. Bo’s coming closer, footfalls heavy and loud, reverberating through the old house. He rounds the corner so fast he nearly knocks you on your ass, but you catch yourself on Vincent’s forearm. Bo’s nose crinkles up once he sees you, he probably smelled you before he even caught his first glance at you. He stares at you through narrowed eyes and places a hand on his hip while the other goes up to gesture at you.

“Ah Christ, Vinny, clean ‘em up and put ‘em back. You can’t keep ‘em if ya ain’t gonna take care of ‘em. Ya know the rules.”

Vincent signs something that makes Bo roll his eyes.

“I’m not a pet.”

Your proclamation of autonomy is slurred and he only snickers and pushes away the finger you point at him.

“Honey, don’t start that with me. Lucky yer Vinny’s ‘n not mine. Sure as hell wouldn’t be runnin’ ‘round this damn house like you own it.”

You stare him dead in the eyes and stick your fingers down your throat. There’s not much left but the alcohol and stomach acid. It’s enough for your intention. He curls his lip at you (don’t you dare do it) and you empty what little is left in your stomach all over his boots.

He stares at his boots, like he can’t comprehend what happened, then you see that shift in his stance and the redness in his face. It’s almost comical how he starts toward you, one foot slipping at the lack of traction and the stutter in his pace as he tries to steady himself.

“Fuck you.”

Vincent pulls you away and hurries you to the trap door.

“You fuckin’ bitch!”

This will surely get you what you want.

***

The ceiling spins, and before this moment you thought everyone who ever said that was being dramatic, but it does spin. You can’t fucking see straight and the blank expression of Vincent’s mask blurs into a pale circle.

You heave again, body lurching forward towards the edge of the cot and in your periphery, Vincent points by the bed. A trashcan. White knuckling the edges, you heave, waiting for anything, something, but you’re all empty. It's just nausea now.

There’s nothing left.

He approaches you like you're a wild animal. It’s all too gentle. His hand brushes over your hair and doesn’t stop when he reaches chunks, just pulls them out and drops them in the trashcan, completely nonchalant about it.

He gives you as close to a bath as he can with a wet washcloth and a bowl of water, wiping around your mouth and neck, over your exposed arms, your feet and behind your knees. He doesn’t try to pull down your shorts or your shirt, he keeps his actions clinical and detached.

His hands hover over your hair, deciding on what– you don’t know, but you take too much pleasure when you feel his hand on your scalp, gently rubbing circles. He coaxes you onto your back and over the edge of the bed until your head rests in his lap. You luxuriate in the touch, too defeated to care or fight back. Again, you can pretend.

The cold water shocks you out of it.

You gasp and shoot up into an upright position and feel the heaviness on your head. Vincent dumped the rest of the water on your hair. A heavy hand guides you back down onto your back, but you resist. He grunts and grips your shoulder hard, maybe not enough to bruise, but it’s enough to remind you of the power he holds, the power and strength that you lack against him.

He wants you to want this, to let him take care of you in some twisted way.

He wrings the water out of your hair and rubs his fingers through the ends, pulling out the remains of dried bile.

It’s a struggle when he rolls you onto your side. He grunts and pushes you around every time you roll onto your back or front. Eventually, he tires of the game you play and tucks the blankets tight around your body, props your back up against a pillow and drops a bottle of water by your face. He stares at you a moment longer, arms crossed over his chest as he examines his work.

Only when he’s sure that you’re comfortable does he lock the thick metal cuff around your ankle. He pulls on the chain connecting you to the wall twice, lets it fall back against your legs, and disappears behind the curtain.

You cry and it quickly devolves into a hyperventilating mess when you realize you’re never leaving, .

Somewhere in his workshop, Vincent turns the radio up.

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@megumitodoroki: “headcannons (maybe a drabble if you want??) for yan tamaki and yan kirishima with a pregnant darling? ( i saw the hawks and bakugo one, i really liked!!!)”

characters: yandere kirishima ejirou, tamaki amajiki x fem! reader

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kirishima ejirou:

oooh, fuck, really? you got pregnant with HIS baby? fuck. i mean, kirishima is a great husband, for the MOST part. his issue 99.9999% of the time is that he’s too fucking clingy and it shows. even if he isn’t laying it on thick, everyone can see the way he is around you.

lets say you weren’t home when he found out. you went through the five stages of grief when you found out. the stick was in your hand as you stared at the wall in panic. you were in no mindset to be carrying a child and you knew there would be consequences the longer you waited to tell him.

at first, you planned to end it all and just put you and the fetus out of misery but then you realized.....kiri locked all the knifes, sharp objects, and anything you could think of hurting yourself with away. you knew regardless of what you were thinking, you were going to have his kid whether you wanted too or not.

when kiri came home, you were still in the same position in the bathroom and holding onto the stick in your hand. when he realized what it was, he let out a high pitched scream. you’re pregnant !! like this wasn’t something he was expecting to happen just yet but here you were !! pregnant with his kid.

the first thing he did was make an appointment for you. he needed to know how far along you were and when your projected birth date was. the doctor hadn’t been able to pinpoint what the sex was yet but he didn’t care !! his child was going to be the next red riot !! he was going to make sure of it !!

months into the pregnancy, he started to fix up the nursery. while you were still miserable in the fact that you were pregnant, you knew you got nothing out of loathing from the news and tried to look at the silver linings in all of it. maybe kiri would lay off the rules and give you some freedom. he was already acting different.

when you were in pain, he would be at your call. when he was at work, he made sure someone was there with you. what if something went wrong? he couldn’t trust you on your own. when your mood swings were bad, he would listen to you for once and keep his distance when you asked. when you were starving, he would get whatever it is you wanted.

the nursery was red riot themed. little linings of red everywhere with black incorporated along with it. he had small figures of himself in the crib and on small shelfs around the room. kiri made sure to put pics of the two of you in the room so the kid could see the love you both had for each other. he even went out of his way to make mini outfits of his hero uniform that fit every time he assumed the kid would have a growth spurt.

lets say you end up finding out that you were having not only a boy, they were going to be twin boys, kiri fucking fainted. he doubled everything in the nursery and even built an extra room for the second baby. kiri was ecstatic to say the least. he never thought he’d get twins !! you on the other hand went through another phase of grief knowing that you were carrying twins and that meant that kiri was going to be home more than you wanted him to be.

when you finally go into labor, kiri dropped everything he was doing and fucking SPEED RAN to the hospital. when he got there, you were already under epidural and trying to calm yourself down. the pain was unbearable, even with the epidural. he could see the pain on your face and wanted to cry right along with you. you were even holding onto him, hoping that he did something right for once and tried to calm you down.

when you finally gave birth, kiri bawled like a child. they were both out within a few minutes and while you held one baby, kiri held the other. they had his black hair and your skin tone. he had never seen three beautiful people in his life and here you were, his wife and kids. his life was complete.

tamaki amajiki:

okay cool, tamaki is not horrible yandere so you’re relatively safe for the most part. the thing with tamaki that makes it unbearable to live with is that you can’t do shit. he’s terrified of you even breathing the wrong way tbh. he won’t let you leave the house bc he’s afraid something will happen to you.

the day you found out you were pregnant with his baby, it was bittersweet. you were excited bc although he had abducted and was holding you hostage in his home, tamaki as a person was not a horrible person. he wasn’t mirio and he def wasn’t nejire. you had been feeling sick for a while and every morning you woke up you ran to the bathroom vomiting your guts out.

you refused to tell tamaki bc you knew he would go into full panic if you did. you just had told mirio in secret to bring you a test and drop it off. when he did, you quickly ran to the bathroom and took the test. you were clawing the counter in a bout of anxiety and as soon as the clear blue test rang up positive, you felt dizzy in the head and fell on top of mirio who had offered to stay.

he quickly fanned you as he basically screamed to tamaki to get his ass home. tamaki had dropped everything he was doing and ran to his house. he had no idea why mirio was there and bc the emergency was abt you, he booked it even faster. when he finally got there, you were chugging back a hydroflask full of water and murmured to him the news.

tamaki basically passed out three different times hearing the news. it took mirio, a call to nejire, and yourself to get him out of it. when he finally stopped fainting and realized what you had said, he gave you a long hug, murmuring that finally it happened. he had been wanting kids for so long, as weird as it sounds. he was nervous wreck almost all the time but he wanted to continue his family line with you and hopefully they ended up with your personality.

he scheduled your first doctor appointment a few weeks later and at that appointment, the two of you had found out the exact date and gender. you were having a baby girl !! tamaki was dumbfounded. he was expecting a boy but he wasn’t complaining. he was getting a mini you !! another to love and take care of. that meant that no hero course for his baby girl. nope !! business or support course at the very least.

her nursery consisted of small sun eater figures and outfits. every now and again, he would had lemillion and nejire-chan themed things. your daughter would have mini outfits of all three of them and would have plushies of the three of them in the crib. hell, even the crib set was the big three themed. he and mirio had painted a mural for her and added photos of all four of you to make sure that even if his daughter didn’t have anyone to be her friend, the four of you would always be there.

he didn’t take your change in moods well. frankly, he was terrified of you. there would be days where you would unleash your anger like never before and other days, you’d be sobbing to him. the food you did make though was AMAZING. it was a weird combination that always turned out amazing at the end.

fat gum and kirishima were surprised but excited to hear the news. they bought her a bunch of red riot and fat gum themed clothes as well and fat gum would even bring you food when he was in the area. you were so important to tamaki and he knew that so he had to make sure that you were also important to him too. tamaki upon telling mirio and nejire that you were pregnant told them they were the god parents so they were almost just as protective over you like tamaki was.

the day you gave birth, tamaki was home with you. you were just laying in bed when your water broke and he drove you to the hospital like he was in fast and furious. you were taken back by his actions but he practically screamed at the nurses as soon as you arrived to help you. he made sure to scream to them to give you epidural the minute you asked and if any of them even slipped up once, tamaki would have blood on his hands a few days later, making sure he took care of those useless nurses and doctors. tamaki in this setting was not one to mess with, that’s to say the least.

when you finally gave birth, he cried a bit but not as much as you expected. the time he did cry was when he held his daughter and looked at the two of you. his life was perfect. you had a healthy daughter and you were relatively okay yourself post-birth. the only other time he cried was when he made the three-way call to mirio, fat gum, and nejire to tell them you had finally given birth and all of you were okay.

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