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melrosing · 4 months
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anyway in an absolutely wild turn of events I think I’m free of my hideous job and like. substantially richer for it??? lmao 2023 you really owed me
#ok so this a lot of personal shit but I’m just gonna incredulously vent into the tags#like I don’t even know how to describe what 2023 in this job has been like lol#since April they’ve been insulting and scrutinising and scapegoating me over absolutely everything#they were really angling for just firing me outright for never measuring up to their constantly shifting and increasingly bizarre goalposts#and it got so personal man they kept insisting that it wasn’t but my god#then my dad gets sick and it suddenly becomes awkward for them to keep insulting and overworking me#so they switch to just ignoring me entirely so they don’t have to reckon w what me and my family are going through#like they never ask how he is or how things are going just every Friday they say hey do you reckon you can take more work on again?#and THEN I get a gut infection and suddenly im being guilt tripped for taking sick leave and pestered for evidence#it was giving like ‘we had to give you time off for your dad but now you’re taking the piss’#to the point I DID reach out to a third party at the company and was like ‘I’m sorry but why the fuck are they treating me like this’#and she was like ‘confidentially this is disgusting and I advise you to report it’#WHEN SUDDENLY I get back from sick leave and it’s like ‘the business is falling short so we have to make some redundancies….’#and now they’ve had to pay me a SUBSTANTIAL sum to fuck off!!! I think I win???#like I was so close to quitting but thank god I didn’t because now I’m getting a sweet deal to fuck off with no notice lmao#i leave end of the month#at first I was shocked like y’all really doing this now??? but suddenly I’m like. this is the best possible thing that could’ve happened#I spoke to that third party again and she was like ‘I am so happy for you’ like omfg it was a curveball but we’ll take it!!!#I’m fucking outta here and in due course I WILL be writing on glassdoor how fucked they are
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seagull-scribbles · 1 year
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Today is brought to you by the letter H
Sketch by @shadlay
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tytangfei · 1 year
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horrified to learn that my young nieces and nephews say they are "shipping" their friends and also that "shipping" is defined as wanting two people to be endgame.
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the-acid-pear · 1 year
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I've been thinking of watching Midori the camellia girl since i feel that watching famously fucked up movies to try to feel something is becoming kind of my thing
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lovelyjj · 7 months
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Hopelessly Devoted
jj maybank x reader
wc: 2.7k
(not my gif)
a/n: the first time I posted this it didn’t show up in the tags so i’m posting it again!
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JJ has never experienced this before. His whole life he has never felt this way before. The only word that he could describe it is lovesick.
JJ was absolutely totally undeniably completely hopelessly in love with you. and you had no idea. It wasn't like it wasn't obvious. The way he looked at you with hearts in his eyes.
Other people noticed it too the way JJ looked at you like you hung the stars in the sky. John B, Pope and Kie could tell their friend was in love.
"Does she ever talk about me?" JJ asked Kiara as they were out on the boat.
You were working and missed out on the boat day but you didn't mind you were gonna catch up with them later.
"I mean she doesn't not talk about you." Kiara replied.
"Come on Kie, I know you guys have your girls night. She has to say something" JJ begged.
"I think she loves you as a friend" Kie offered.
"You don't ask her about me?" JJ frowned.
"Not really slipped my mind."
"Well next time you see her will you." JJ asked.
"oh no i'm not getting in the middle of it." Kiara reasoned.
"You already are in the middle of it."
Kiara turned away from JJ shaking her head and looking out at the ocean. John B was driving the boat back to the château after a day of swimming and fishing.
Later that day when it started to turn into the evening you came over bringing snacks with you for a movie night.
You knocked on the door and then entered the château.
"Hey I brought snacks," you shouted hoping they could hear you.
"thank you y/n" John B acknowledged.
You walked into the living room ready for a chill night with your friends.
JJ patted the seat next to him on the couch gesturing for you to come sit next to him.
"Sit with me" JJ spoke.
You climbed over Pope and Kiara who were on the floor cozied with blankets and a air mattress.
John B and Sarah were on the couch too. The space JJ pointed to was small and so you sat down a little squished.
The movie started and everyone settled down. However, you seemed to inch closer to JJ progressively throughout the movie.
It got to the point where half your body was on top of him. Then JJ took it upon himself to haul you onto his lap.
"There. That's better huh," JJ whispered in your ear.
You simply nodded focusing your attention on the TV.
Near the end of the movie you started to grow restless. You shifted around and ended up straddling JJ's lap. Now you were facing him.
"Hi there princess."
"Hi"
"Shhh" Sarah hissed.
You then proceeded to lay your head on his shoulder, nose nudging at his neck. Eventually you fell asleep.
There wasn't that much left of the movie. JJ was shocked you felt comfortable enough to fall asleep on him. He felt like he was in heaven. He couldn't believe it, your soft breaths hitting his neck. Occasionally, JJ would rub your back, soothing his hand up and down. When the movie was over and the snacks have been eaten JJ got up.
"Alright guys Im gonna hit the hay, and get this one to bed."
Your legs unconsciously wrapped around JJ's waist. JJ carried you by the back of your thighs.
When JJ made it to his room he laid you down on his bed. He brought the covers up to your neck and kissed your forehead.
"Good night angel."
JJ went to the hall closet for some blankets. Then he made himself comfortable on the floor.
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You woke up from one of the best sleeps you've ever had. Maybe it was JJ's scent in the sheets or being in his bed but you were unbelievably comfortable.
You started to sit up when you did you noticed a mop of blonde hair peaking out from a blanket on the floor.
He slept on the floor? You were shocked. What a gentleman. You would have been fine sharing with him though.
"JJ," you called to him.
"JJ."
When you got no response you threw a pillow at him.
JJ propped himself up on one arm and threw you a nasty glare.
"Seriously" JJ asked.
You scrunched up your nose, "You weren't waking up."
"So you through a pillow at me?"
"Yes." you laughed.
And JJ who loved the sound of your laughter grinned.
"Why'd you sleep on the floor?" You asked curiously.
"I wanted you to have the bed," JJ spoke sincerely.
"You could have shared with me," you reasoned.
JJ hitched his throat. The thought of you sharing a bed with him had his heart hammering in his chest. He wondered if you would have cuddled with him. No that he couldn't handle. He was practically blushing.
"No baby girl you just seemed so tired I didn't want to disturb you." JJ responded. He didn't even notice the pet name. It just flowed out of his mouth so naturally he didn't even notice how flustered it made you.
You buried your face in your hands hiding your flushed cheeks and smile.
When you uncovered your face and looked at him JJ was already looking at you. To him, you looked breathtaking. Your hair was messy and your lips looked plump. Your face looked ethereal. JJ could feel his blood rushing through his body. Then he got himself thinking, if he could wake up to this beautiful sight, to her, every morning he would die a happy man.
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The next day you all went over to Sarah's house to go swimming.
The boys came to pick you up at your house since yours was closest to Sarah's. You were the last stop.
You were wearing a purple bikini and some jean shorts over it. When you entered the twinkie JJ took notice to your lack of clothes and exposed skin. You looked hot and JJ was practically drooling.
Your legs were pressed together in the back of the twinkie as John B drove. Pope was in the front seat leaving Kie, JJ, and you in the back.
JJ reached over and put a hand on your thigh. This causing you to blush furiously. This action unnoticed by kie.
"Hi pretty girl," JJ whispered.
"Hi," you whispered back.
The rest of the drive over to Sarah's house was quick and you all casually conversed.
"Alright ladies, here we are," John B shared.
JJ was first to hop out of the van. The rest of you quickly followed.
After entering Tanny hill you all headed to the pool area. Sarah was happy to host everyone over.
The pool was huge and you forgot how well off kooks are.
"Here are some towels," Sarah commented.
"Thank you."
The pogues were lounging around the pool no one was going on just yet.
You stripped down into your bikini. Not even 10 seconds after you did so JJ was picking you up bridal style.
"JJ don't you dare."
JJ swung you over the edge of the pool and acted like he was going to drop you by releasing you from his grip over the ledge. Each time he would fake drop you you would cling onto him a little tighter. He would fake drop you three times and on the fourth he actually threw you in.
When you surfaced you gave JJ the stink eye.
"Your welcome," JJ offered.
John B got up and made his way to sneak up behind JJ. It only took one shove for JJ to end up in the water.
"Hey!" JJ said as he surfaced wiping his face.
"Thank you John B," you voiced.
"Anytime."
In no time the rest of the pogues joined you and JJ in the water. Pretty soon everyone was splashing each other.
You all had a good time swimming and splashing.
About an hour or two later you sat in a lounge chair working on your tan.
Kiara came and sat by you.
"So tell me what's going on between you and JJ," she spoke resting her chin in her hand and her elbows on her knees.
"What do you mean? There is nothing going on between us," you stated shocked.
"Just admit you like him already would you," Kiara put out.
"I don't know what your talking about," you smiled smugly.
Your smile did not go unnoticed by Kiara who just shook her head and looked the other way.
JJ walked over to you and sat at the end of your lounge chair.
"What are you guys talking about?" JJ says nonchalantly.
"Nothing," you and Kiara say at the same time.
"Right we'll I was wondering if y/n wanted to come surfing with me tomorrow morning?" JJ placed his hand on your knee and uses his thumb to stroke the area.
His actions don't go unnoticed by you but you let him touch you as you found it sweet and endearing.
"Yeah i'd love to go surfing with you J," you added.
"Great. It's a date."
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You woke up on the pull out couch in John Bs den. It was all a haze waking up to hushed voices in the living room. The sun peaking through the window.
"Hey sleepy head." JJ's voice rang through your ears. You let out a groan and covered your head with a pillow.
JJ grabbed the pillow and threw it on the other side of the bed. "Ready to go surfing?"
JJ's eyes were bright and he had a faint smile on his lips. Truth be told he was excited to spend some alone time with you. He was deeply in love with you and you were absolutely clueless.
"Yeah give me a minute."
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You and JJ sat on the sand after crushing the waves. JJ had his arm around you.
"Thank you for coming out with me." JJ spoke softly, digging his hands into the sand at his place next to you.
"Yeah no problem, the waves were great," you smiled.
JJ was at war with himself. He desperately wanted to tell you how he feels about you. How he loves you so much. He wanted to shout it from the roof tops. He just didn't know how you felt and it was torture. He didn't think you liked him back but then again he didn't know for sure. Should he risk everything including you friendship and tell you.
JJ was conflicted. Right now was the perfect opportunity. You were alone overlooking the beach. And here you are sat next to him without a clue that his heart is beating faster with you next to him. JJ finally decided to do the next best thing: ask you out.
"Hey, So I was wondering if you wanted to go out to dinner with me?"
"With the other pogues?" you questioned.
"No it would be just us." JJ answered.
"Like a date?"
JJ panicked. "No not a date. Just two friends hanging out."
"Oh okay. Yeah I'd love to."
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You and JJ had your dinner and it was lovely. You guys talked and laughed like there was no tomorrow. Your legs touched under the table and you felt like you were floating.
It was three days after the dinner when you were walking to the château.
It was a 5 minute walk but you decided to stop at the store to get some beer, making your walk a little longer.
You were almost to the store when a truck pulled up right next to you. To your horror it was Rafe and Topper.
"Hey there girlie," Rafe commented stepping out of the truck.
"Rafe." You gave him a mean look.
As he got closer to you, you could see his face more clearly. He had a black eye and a busted lip.
"What happened to you?" You asked, not that you really cared.
"Your little boyfriend is what happened. But you should see him." He whistled, "Not pretty."
"I swear if you hurt him-"
"What? What can you possibly do to me." Rafe spoke.
Without thinking you threw a punch at Rafe hitting him in the nose.
"You little shit!" Rafe snarled.
"Topper grab her!" Rafe shouted.
Topper took your hands and held them behind your back holding you in place.
"That pogue really got me. Now it's time for some payback."
Topper held you down while Rafe hit you. You were able to kick him in the balls but he was beating you pretty badly.
All of a sudden the three of you herd a siren. Topper let you go immediately and tried to act natural.
Sheriff Peterkin stepped out of the car.
"What's going on here?" she questioned.
"Nothing sheriff." Rafe yelled.
"Why don't you run along and get out of here," sheriff peterkin announced.
Rafe and Topper were quick to move. They quickly drove off not wanting to get in trouble.
"You okay miss."
"I'm fine," you whispered.
Then you fell to the ground and everything went dark.
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When you first woke up you were confused as to where you were. Slowly becoming conscious, you realized you were at the police station.
"Oh good your awake. I'd like to see you in here please." Sheriff peterkin ordered.
You slowly got up and made your way to her office.
"Have a seat."
You sat down quickly realizing that everything in your body ached.
"Now who did this to you?"
"I think you know," you replied weakly.
"damn it!" she cursed.
"Would you like to press charges?"
"No. I just want to go home," you spoke truthfully.
"I highly advise-"
You cut her off, "I just want to leave please."
"Ok." She motioned for you to exit the room. You breathed a breath of relief.
On your way out you looked at the time. It was almost 3pm. You were supposed to be a John Bs an hour ago.
You slowly but surely made your way over to the château.
When you arrived the pogues were all out in the porch. You were anxious to face JJ because you don't know how he's going to react.
You walked up to the lawn and the pogues could see a shadowy figure. When you stepped into the light on the porch all the pogues gasped.
Your face was badly bruised.
JJ stood up. "What the fuck!"
"JJ-"
"No stop. Who did this to you?"
"Rafe."
JJ started walking. "I'll kill him."
"No JJ. Please don't," you pleaded.
JJ was fuming. How dare someone hurt his girl. JJ felt a little bit guilty because he fought Rafe a couple days ago.
"It's all my fault I shouldn't of provoked him. I'm so sorry."
"You didn't know he would come after me. it's ok."
"It's not ok," JJ expressed.
JJ took your hand and led you to the bathroom. He had you hop up on the sink. He began cleaning your wounds.
"I can't believe he laid his hands on you." JJ spoke.
"I'm fine JJ."
"Look at you. No your not."
JJ dabbed at your eye and you winced.
"Sorry," JJ apologized.
When JJ was just about finished assessing your injuries he began to speak. "I can't do this. This is breaking my heart."
"JJ wha-"
"No let me finish."
"I can't stand seeing you hurt like this. My chest physically hurts and I feel like i'm going crazy because Im crazy about you. I can't pretend like i'm not in love with you when I am."
JJ's chest was rising up and down. He was breaking down over his love for you. He was ripped to shreds at the sight of you hurt. It tore him apart.
"JJ I have always loved you," you confessed.
As if he was holding his breath he let out all the air in his lungs. He gave you a bright smile.
JJ wasted no time as he leaned forward in his spot between his legs. He cradled your face in his hands and placed his lips on yours. The kiss was quick and frantic.
You were surprised at the passionate nature of the kiss. Your stomach was tingly. Your mouths explored each other's. When the need for air became too strong you pulled away.
"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that." JJ expressed.
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mono-dot-jpeg · 7 months
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a child and their 9ft pet - astral express crew
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summary; the adventures of a 7 year old and their large mythical beast called ossy.
genre/extra tags; bullet fic/headcanons, anxious! reader, reader is connected to most animals (but mostly their companion), reader is from the luofu, i made reader a bit know it all sassy but it's okay it's only for a little bit, reader is a smart baby
[platonic] [7 year old! reader] [gender neutral! reader]
[buy me a kofi to support!]
a/n; this is the most steven universe shit i've seen /j /nm, that's what popped into my mind upon reading this ask. nothing wrong with it. just pointing it out KSDJKSJ also this is based off lion dog from chinese mythology which is what i assume you were describing from the shih tzu and also im rather familiar with the lion dog myself as someone who used to visit temples with my family (love those statues). anyways, hope you enjoy, you didn't really specify what type of work you wanted, so i did bullet fic/hcs
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the crew met you when you were trying to avoid them
you're not really normal in the luofu, you were not really an anomaly but you weren't a normal kid either.
the general knew of you due to your larger than life pet.
well... it was more of a beast of mythic lore turned real but who's arguing about definitions here?
even if your pet was in a smaller form, they were still pretty big. about 4ft. maybe twice your height almost
but jingyuan let you have your pet as long as you weren't making trouble
anyways, back to the actual subject at hand.
the astral crew needed to find you since you were supposedly the young scholar of the luofu who seemed to know everything and loved learning about everything
you were almost a historian some would even say
but you didn't really like the idea of being a historian
you just like learning about everything
but you weren't the best around people
so when you met the crew .. .
you jumped right into your pet's fur, disappearing without a trace
"HUH?!"
"how did they disappear like that?"
"did they just jump into that animal's fur?"
march tries to reach out, but the dog barks angrily and backs up
"okay okay! sorry.. puppy?"
"they're not a puppy!" your voice erupts from the soft fur of the dog (?) your head pops up startling the express crew, "they're a lion! get it right!" you scolded them.
"but they don't look like a lion."
"and you don't look like a local, so what's it to you!?" you huffed. "you don't know everything about the luofu!"
"that's why we're here. we need to know more about the history of your home." the eldest man, welt yang, spoke gently. "general jingyuan sent us."
you sigh as you cuddle into your pet's fur, still leaving the crew to wondering how you're being contained in it. "okay. what do you want to know?" and you begrudgingly answer their questions. you eventually leave your pet's fur and they keep your feeling less anxious about the strangers who imposed on your reading time.
and that's it for now.
the crew is mildly concerned and curious about you\
they spot you around different parts of the luofu as they continue their adventure.
let's say that they even had more time to get to know you better. how you're kind of a wild card for the luofu cloud knights and how you'd rather do a plain hobby than fight.
but you're perfectly capable of doing so
well, mostly your pet.
boy were they shocked when they saw your already large ish lion change and grow into a true creature of mythology, and fought the marastruck with ease.
"no chewing! marastruck isn't good for your diet!" you had scolded after the fight was over. "put them down ossy!" despite their cowering size, they almost shrink at your words and remind the crew of a sad puppy or cat. but ossy listens to you and spits out the marastruck, letting it disintegrate into the air.
yeah.. the crew was even more curious after that.
trailblazer was the only brave enough to speak what they were all thinking. what is your pet and how did you get them?
and you told them the simple story that you gained them as a family heirloom and bonded a contract with them. you even formed other contracts with other animals but not as strong as ossy's contract.
ossy was sort of a present from your family as you came from a line of mythic beast tamers and now you're here with them
and after that, you visit the express once in a while with ossy by your side to get a break from the streets of luofu
you take up your other hobbies when you're in the express, often knitting or drawing and you make drawings and little bracelets from the crew. while your drawings and knitting works arent as amazing as your knowledge, you don't mind because it just means more to learn and improve on.
you love being with the crew now and you love ossy more than ever of course!
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sasukimimochi · 1 year
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The sound of low, raspy humming of a familiar tune took his attention away, lifting his head to gaze into the nearby forest of Yiling. “Wei Ying?”
Following his siren song, Lan Wangji shook as he brought himself to his feet. He grimaced in pain, taking a few shallow breaths but never able to breathe too deeply. The ache in his back forced him to stop routinely, but he couldn’t give up now… The melody was so close.
He pushed forward, stumbling into dense foliage and pushing it aside painfully. “Wei Ying…?” His body froze, pupils shrinking in shock.
Sitting upright against a tree in the distance was a corpse holding a young child, and not just any corpse and child. It was Wei Wuxian with Wen Yuan. Calmly drifting around the corpse was a thick resentment, moving like a living thing protecting its young. The moment the two were stumbled upon though, the humming came to an abrupt halt and the resentment curled around the two protectively.
Despite Wei Wuxian not turning his head nearly as quickly as he usually would to figure out who had stumbled upon them, the resentment reared itself almost like a feral animal in defense, giving the two a wide berth from the Lan.
“...Wei Ying…A-Yuan?” Lan Wangji managed, his heart falling to his feet.
He was too late.
this first art for TDKW! What do you guys think? v//w//v i rly like this one im proud of it
See More for TDKW below the line!
“The Dead Keep Walking” / TDKW - General rating* *maybe Teen if gross things are described, tbh more likely to be teen but not sure.
TDKW is a short project I have planned centered around LWJ finding the dead body of WWX and A-Yuan is with him- but WWX is undead and walking. WWX may be a corpse, but he is conscious- a bit more like TGCF in that sense for plot reasons, but I may provide a sort of "as canon as possible" answer to fit more into mdzs properly. maybe something like a tag he attached to his skin or something before death combined with resentment from his living body.
WWX is not completely right in the head; he repeats things a lot, has lost the ability partially to actually debate with people (he will just repeat himself when he knows he's correct or wants something) has an uncharacteristically flat expression because of his state and his movements aren't always too fluid. he is however still good at protecting, as his resentment still resides with him in death. he has become more unapologetically feral as a result.
There's not a lot of information I can share yet for this fic, but I wanted to share it since I have been thinking about it for quite some time!
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Broken Lullaby Sparkles and fretting
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Find more MDZS art/projects on my masterpost! ❤
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rintosei · 1 year
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CHICKEN NUGGETS! — itoshi rin
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☆ tags / warnings: fluff, curse words, fem!reader (rin calls you his girlfriend)
☆ prompt: "mcDonald's is open, wanna go get some chicken nuggets?" "it's 3 in the morning." "and?" "let's go." (from here!)
☆ author's note: im making way too many rin fics lately what the hell also happy 400 !!! thank u guys i love u mwah
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you couldn't sleep.
that's the only thing you can describe what you're currently going through right now. looking to your side, you see rin sleeping peacefully and you felt a bit jealous.
you are tired, yes, but for some reason your body just doesn't want to sleep. you tried closing your eyes, tossing and turning to find the most comfortable position, and counting sheep in your head, but it doesn't work.
you were debating on waking rin up, but you would feel bad because he's had a rough day today, training with isagi and bachira. you checked your phone to see that it is now 3am, which makes you let out a sigh.
your tummy suddenly rumbled, suddenly feeling hungry.
"of course i get hungry this late at night," you grumbled to yourself quietly. "we have nothing at home though."
"why're you up this late at night?" rin's sleepy voice shocks you, making you gasp and almost fall out of bed.
you gave him a frown. "what the fuck, rin? could you at least let me know you're awake?"
"huh?" rin sits up, rubbing his eyes sleepily. "i moved. you should have felt the bed shift, no?" you didn't answer, only keeping the frown on your face. "ugh, well mcdonald's is open, wanna go get some chicken nuggets?"
"it's 3 in the morning." you deadpanned, yet rin didn't seem to care.
"and? let's go," rin climbs out of bed and grabs two hoodies out of the closet. he tosses one to you, who is still on the bed, shocked about how easygoing he is about this. "why are you gawking at me like that? come on."
you scrambled out of bed quickly, almost falling down because of the blanket on the floor. you were about to grab your wallet, but rin stops you, showing his own wallet in his hand. you gave him a big smile, knowing that he's going to pay for your meal.
you both walked hand-in-hand, walking to the nearest mcdonald's restaurant. it is indeed still open, which makes you happy. you enter, and the staff greets you tiredly.
"hi, we would like to order the mcnuggets? six pieces one." you politely say, and the employee nods. he orders the people in the back to box them up, and it was quick too because the place is literally empty besides you and rin.
rin pays for the nuggets and he takes the box of nuggets from the employee’s hand.
"hey, uh, we added an extra two nuggets because we had eight nuggets left so we added the extra two for free since it's the last pieces of the night." the employee informs you, and you felt like you were the luckiest person on the planet.
"thank you, thank you!" you exclaimed happily, and you face rin with sparkles in your eyes.
you both sat down on a nearby bench outside of the restaurant and started eating the nuggets. "mm! this is so good," you hummed. "want one?" you gave rin one of the nuggets, and he happily takes one, munching on it.
"so, are you going to tell me why you can't sleep before?" rin asks so suddenly.
"hm? oh it was nothing serious. i just couldn't sleep for some reason." you explained, taking another bite out of the nugget.
rin hums in response and doesn't say anything else, basking in the silence between you two.
you eventually finished the chicken nuggets and threw away the box in a nearby trash can. once you sat back down, you laid your head on rin's shoulder, looking at the stars in the sky.
"they're so pretty." you commented, pointing at the sky.
"mm, but you're prettier." he blurts out which makes you choke on your spit.
"are you being cheesy right now?" you teased. "itoshi rin, the supposedly cold boyfriend, being a cute and cheesy boyfriend?"
"shut up," he grumbles, cheeks turning a light shade of pink. "can't i compliment my girlfriend once in a while?"
"hm, valid. but it's still weird hearing that, you know? it's like you've been possessed by something." you giggled, dodging when he was about to pinch your cheeks.
"wanna go back and try to sleep?" rin asks.
you shake your head. "no... i want to stay here longer if that's okay with you?"
rin nods and doesn't say anything else, the two of you sat in silence as you admire the beautiful night sky.
"i love you." rin says so softly.
you smiled. "love you too, rinnie."
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schizopositivity · 1 year
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how to advocate for schizophrenics and psychotics in every day life:
correct people when they misuse the word "psychotic" (as in if they use it in any other way but a serious disconnect from reality, delusions or hallucinations)
correct people when they use the word "schizophrenic" as an adjective (its not!!! its a severe and persistant mental disorder)
correct people when they call people "crazy" aka "shes been acting crazy lately" (they likely dont actually mean it and this word is thrown around a lot, but as a schizophrenic im asking you to not use this word to describe people since this has been tied to me and my fellow psychotics for ages)
do not assume that a psychotic person is dangerous in any way (psychotic people are more likely to be the victims of abuse than be the abusers)
when talking about mental illness or the mental illness community as a whole consider, does this apply to psychotic and schizophrenic people as well? (if not, youre not talking about the whole community! its that simple)
do not purposley trigger someones paranoia aka telling people that theres someone after them (this is always harmful and potentially life threatening, its not a joke and never was)
dont assume schizophrenia is "just hallucinations and delusions" (its much more than that, it has negative and cognitive symptoms as well, which for some people is much worse than the positive symptoms of hallucinations and delusions)
dont make lobotomy jokes aka "lobotomize me" jokes (these procedures were used to turn schizophrenics into "pets" so that other people could better deal with us, its not a joke)
dont act "crazy" for shock value aka wide eyes, rocking back and fourth, shaking (our mannerisms arent for you to pretend to be crazy with, this is who we actually are, im looking at you rock bands)
dont fear the people on the street talking to themselves aka calling the cops on them (these people are suffering, these people need help, them being psychotic doesnt make them any more dangerous than anybody else)
dont use the word delusional for every idea you dont agree with aka "that conservative politician is delusional!" (delusions specifically describe strongly held beliefs outside of reality, not just beliefs outside youre specific world view)
dont expect people to express emotions the same way you do aka "why arent you reacting?" (many schizophrenics stuggle with flat affect and cant change it, it doesnt mean we dont feel things, just that we dont express them the same way)
dont expect us to be able to do the same amount of, or intensity of work you do aka "i work 5 days a week, you have it easy!" (executive disfunction is very common in schizophrenia, it doesnt make us lazy, we are just disabled)
dont post derealization without tagging it or TWing it as such aka that post with a fake european country saying that americans dont even know what country this is (we already struggle enough with figuring out whats real and whats not we dont need "pranks" or "jokes" trying to fool us without any TW)
dont assume schizophrenic and psychotic people cant see your post or view your media or anything else (we are real people interacting with the world just like everybody else, we can see your jokes about us, or your media portraying us as dangerous, we arent fictional characters)
dont assume youre superior to, or smarter than us (once again we are real people, we deserve the same respect as anyone else on the planet)
dont call someones delusion stupid aka "obviously youre not the reincarnation of kurt cobain thats stupid" (you have no idea how real these are for us, they dont always make sense to you but they do to us, please respect that)
dont ask if were hallucinating right now (its none of youre business! and if we say yes youll likely ask where it is, and if we show you youll likely look in the direction of the hallucination which is dangerous, it blends the real world with the hallucination and its already hard enough for us to tell the difference)
dont stop trusting us and what we say just because were psychotic (we still deserve to be listened to and trusted just like everybody else)
learn about less talked about symotoms like catatonia, avolition and word salad (these are just as common as the talked about ones, but just less talked about cause i guess it doesnt make for an intresting horror movie)
learn more about schizophrenia and psychosis from actual schizophrenics and psychotics (a great example is the podcast Inside Schizophrenia, scrolling through this blog, looking up students with psychosis)
TLDR: no go back and read it, its the least you could do
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I just got on and saw what’s been happening and bro…I’m glad people are talking about it. Mostly about the smut, inclusivity, Palestine, and the fetishization of trans people.
Reading smut is so underwhelming like it seems like that’s all what people write these days. Like I need ANGST! I need to CRY! I need SLOW BURN AND PLOT….
And to be honest, I personally feel like some writers purposely list the reader’s physical descriptions as being white… like damn you know multiple people are going to come across your shit. I would get annoyed asf when I see something like “she touched your soft pale flushed skin” BITCH- 💀 don’t piss me off 😒🦶🏽
I won’t speak too in depth about the fetishization of trans people in fanfics because I’m not trans and I don’t want to say anything inaccurate BUT I will say it’s so disturbing and off putting seeing shit like that and seeing how people are sexualizing trans people more than treating them like regular humans…I also came across that ‘femcel’ series and🧍🏽‍♀️erm… no.
I appreciate the account who made the post discussing how the word trans and the f word are completely different. I didn’t even know that word was derogatory and it shocked me... I hope that account takes it down and they educate themselves or something cause 🙁👎🏽
yes pook YES smut can be underwhelming and so overdone. we definitely need more angst/fluff.. or just PLOT in general. no, i'm not saying don't write it at all (incase anons twist my words, cause.. they're good at that.) i'm just saying that it would be nice to see some fully fleshed out pieces with emotion and storytelling. i have something in the works though, that encompasses all genres (fluff/smut/angst) so, there's that!
people will so clearly write the whole petite pale white girl bs like "ur delicate small hand" or the fuckass "doey eyed and blushing cherub red" like NEVER portray reader so specifically unless you're going to specify it in the cw!!!! do whatever for ellie's white ass but for the love of gods and goddess BE AWARE OF READER AS A SPOT TO FILL, NOT AN OC!!!! idk how else to describe what i just said. but. it is said. so it. yeah. that whole delicate small petite thing kinda trickles into writing childlike readers too but. thats a whole nother discussion. no clue if i ever used that phrasing in the past tho i have no bold memories of my writings in detail.
i think people will listen to anybody but trans people who are actively calling it fetishization, like. all the mfs arguing with them say "trans and f💀ta aren't the same!" yeah. they aren't. cause one is like, a genuine, flesh and bone person.. with a whole story.. and feelings.. and experiences.. and one is.. fetishization. how many times do trans people have to repeat that? bet most of the people trying to argue against it aren't even trans.
the whole thing about authors "flooding" the tlou tag with palestine posts is also dumb as fuck. is scrolling a bit too taxing on your poor smut-guzzling thumbs?? ur scrolling over big booty fics, i think you can scroll a little further past those posts if you're really that much of a basement dwelling fuck that's sitting comfortably in their homes while a genocide is happening. out here sobbing cause people are spreading awareness. eat my bum bum booty. ++ also add-on cause we're holding writers accountable for ignoring a strike (different than not knowing at first) but there's also the artists!! they're there too.
anons r gonna come into my inbox abt all this but i'm not even gonna answer like, don't waste your time. im not reading all that. especially coming from an ANON 💀
me when
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Rich Baby Daddy
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Synopsis: Your rich baby daddy who suddenly disappeared after you found out he was cheating is back in town after 4 years. Thing is, he doesn’t know about the baby.
Tags: Babydaddy!Gojo x black!reader . rich!Gojo . fem!reader . ex-stripper!reader now nurse . Modern AU . Fluff. Crack . Slight Angst . Friends w Benefits to Enemies to Lovers
A/N: Hey guys here’s chapter two after almost a month. I was sick yall and I actually have GERD! Also sorry for picking simple knotless braids :( Anyways hope yall enjoy, kinda rushed barely proofread 💀 (also if yall is sprinkled throughout the fics im sorry Im from the south)
Word count: 1.56k . Warnings: Cuss words .
Chapter 1
Chapter 2: Daddy’s Home
(Highly suggest this song towards the end)
Following Saturo after leaving your apartment, it had been relatively quiet. That was until you both entered the elevator. The tension between you both was thicker than the scent of Satoru’s cologne. Turning his head to look down at you, he sighs, "So, besides having my kid, how have you been, Y/N?” Hearing the smile in his voice, maybe you should’ve just said no. Nah, he’s paying anyway. Rolling your eyes at his question, you sigh, leaning against the bar in the elevator. “Good. Besides getting a divorce because you’re a cheater, how have you been, Gojo?” ding Yall finally reached the lobby; the door opened, and you followed behind him. Your eyes dart towards the front desk as you see the two young girls swoon over Saturo’s appearance, who suddenly gives you a mean look when your eyes meet theirs. Sucking your teeth at their reaction, Saturo and you finally left your apartment building and headed towards Saturo’s car. Pausing and looking at the new vehicle, you momentarily forgot that he was from one of the wealthiest families in Japan. Noticing your confusion, Saturo smirks, "Oh, you’re one to be surprised right now, aren’t you?” Feeling his eyes glare at you as he unlocks the car, you sigh quietly and get into the passenger’s seat.
Your nose was met with the faint scent that can only be described as a ‘new car smell’ as well as the vanilla-amber notes in Saturo’s cologne. As Saturo starts the car, looking over at you, he still has a slight sass in his tone. “The same person still does your hair, right?” Nodding and trying your best to stay quiet, you feel agitation grow within you. As Saturo begins to drive, you sigh at the fact that you had forgotten the drive would be about 1.5 hours. Great. In an attempt to lighten the mood, you try to make conversation, “So Gojo, um, how are you?” Saturo paused, giving you a cocky smile. “Ehhhh… I'm, uh, ya'know, surprised my favorite side piece had my baby behind my back. Other than that, fine.” Sarcasm was rolling off of his tongue as if it were a second language, likely his first. Groaning at his response, you snap at him. “Well, maybe if you didn’t block all forms of contact with me after your wife found out you were cheating, you could’ve known about y/s sooner. Taking a deep breath and regaining your composure, you glance over at Saturo to see his expression. Although his eyes were focused on the road, his mouth was open, likely in shock, but with him, who knows? Staring at his odd-looking expression, laughter soon erupted from the man. This only aggravated you more. "Sir, what the fuck are you laughing at?” Your voice sounds so serious, as if you were going to pop the man in the face right then and there, but you didn’t. Saturo chuckles at your response and takes a moment to clear his throat. "Listen, I understand... Yeah, what I did was shitty, and it's entirely my fault. But a child? That’s… I missed out on a lot, and I’m not going to be a deadbeat once so ever, but how am I even supposed to get to know the kid?“ You quickly interject, “Good ass therapy.” Your comment made Saturo shut up relatively quickly, but not for long. He sighs at the words and continues, “Yes, that. But how did I not notice, or how did you not tell me? Why did you not try to tell me?“ Once again cutting the man off, “You blocked me on everything, even my gmail. Also, what do you mean by notice? Were you like keeping tabs on me?” Was he really keeping track of you while also simultaneously pushing you away? The bright red spreading across his face gave you your answer. Scoffing at the revelation, you turn away from him and stare out of the window (fucking emo). You both ride in silence until you eventually reach your hair braider.
Saturo parks the car in front of your braider's house. He pauses for a moment, sighing. You didn’t care, though; you wanted out of that man’s car. “You still gon’ pay, right?” Giving Saturo an inquisitive look as he takes a deep breath and runs his fingers through his hair, he says, “Yeah. Why don’t you wanna talk about this Y/N?” You stare at the man blankly and think to yourself, ‘You cheated on your wife with me, which I had no clue about. Not to mention you made me a single mother at 24 and disappeared off the face of the earth.’, but instead you decided to leave him questioning himself, “I don’t know; ask yourself since you know everything... Gojo.” After a few seconds of silence, Saturo takes out his wallet and hands you a wad of cash, and with that, you take the money and get out of the car. As you walk towards the front door, you hear Saturo pulling off... Maybe his leaving was for the best. It allowed you and y/s peace, but at the same time, that’s his kid too. Well, everything should play out fine.
3 hours into your hair appointment, talking with your hair braider Amari about who knows what you get when you get a sudden phone call. ‘No caller ID’ You furrow your eyebrows in confusion. Amari peaks at your phone and notices your face. She chuckles softly before speaking. “Hm, girl, don’t look confused; you know that’s probably an ex or sumn.” Rolling your eyes, you reluctantly answer the phone, “Hello—“ Quickly being cut off by none other than Saturo “Hey Y/N I’m sorry about earlier. I hope we can talk about it later. B-but don’t call an Uber or anything; I have a surprise for you~” Sighing, you blandly respond back. “Okay. Bye.” Before he can respond, you quickly hang up and let out a groan. Amari smiles as she’s starting to finish up your knotless braids. “What did that man do to piss you off that badly, y/n?”. As she’s doing your edges, you finally explain, not many people know the full story about you and Saturo, for a good reason, of course. "Well, remember that one rich guy that I was messing with back when I was working at Allure?” Amari nods as she dips the ends of your braids. “So yeah, he’s back in town after like 4 years.” As she’s drying your ends, she perks up. “I mean, that’s a long time,yeah, but is that why you're mad?” Taking a deep breath, you finally open up. “No, he actually left because he had a wife he was cheating on with me. Also, he’s the father of y/s.” Amari stares at you with a look of utter shock before applying the moose to your hair. "Oh, I gotta see this man—" Her words are suddenly cut off by the sound of “End of the Road” coming from outside. You can feel your face heat up as you and Amari run towards the front door.
As the door opens, your mouth drops, and Amari stands behind you, looking just as surprised. Saturo is standing by his car in the driveway with a giant bouquet of pink and red roses. Beside Saturo is an emo-looking boy holding a boombox, looking as if he didn’t want to be there. As Saturo begins to walk towards the front door, you call out to him, “Who’s kid did you kidnap?” As Saturo finally reached the front step, you noticed his undereyes were red, as if he’d been crying. Before you could comment, he handed you the bouquet and softly smiled. Damn, this man was beautiful. You look behind you to see Amari staring at you both as if it were a rom-com. Before you can say anything, your attention is back on Saturo as he begins to speak. “Listen, I know this is a lot. For both of us. But I wanted to apologize for lying, leaving, and not being there when you needed me. I’m ashamed, and I honestly regret everything.” He pauses for a moment to breathe and recollect himself: “W-We don’t have to have anything going on... But I do want to have something with our son; I know it’ll take a lot of work, and I’m willing to do it Y/N, please.” Feeling a heaviness in your chest, you feel hot tears streaming down your cheeks. Everything was so confusing; how did your life do a whole 360° in less than 24 hours? Amari and Saturo recognize that you are starting to become overwhelmed. Amari takes your hand and sits you on the couch to calm down. She then walks back towards the door and tells Saturo to wait in the car, closing the door as he leaves. She then walks into the kitchen, soon coming to your side on the couch and holding a glass of water. “I don’t know the situation completely, but I’m here for you, Y/N.” She embraces you into a hug, where all you could do was cry. This truly was a lot to process, but you didn’t have time to decide. It was almost time to pick up Y/S from school; maybe it was time he’d met his dad.
To be continued.
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sheerxfiction · 8 months
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Wrong Side of The Bed
Buggy X Reader
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Your attitude problem wouldn't last long at this rate.
“... Fuckin’ whatever. Let me be a prick today. I don’t give a damn about nothin’.” You muttered.  “No. You literally made Cabaji cry. I thought he was being dramatic!” “That’s easy for anyone to do though.”
tags~ fluff, established relationship, gn!reader, cussing, tickling, reader is in a v e r y bad mood, and is kind of a bitch, only for a moment tho lmao, warning: c-word right off the bat
w/c~ 1737
a/n~ bro im. just dont even ask i had a mixed bowl iykwim. i've been bitchy LMAO
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Well… There was no nice way to put it. As of late, you were being a total cunt to everyone, and that meant literally everyone in the entire Cross Guild organization: including your lover Buggy. Something had soured your mood today, and you let it run you mad since you woke up this morning. No one could even get so much as a smile from you the whole day, nor could anyone figure out what it was that had you so upset. Any time someone tried you would snap at them, demanding your peace by slinging insults until you were left alone. Morale in the guild began to plummet in the evening, and that’s when everyone decided that it was now time for Buggy to take a crack at bringing you back to your usual self. After all, he was your partner. He had a better shot than anyone else. 
If he was being completely honest, he was a bit terrified of you in this state. Most of the work done today was out of fear of what you’d do if it wasn’t done, and people straight up avoided you if they could, resulting in poor coordination. He was the only one who could realistically get close enough to you now and still come out in one piece (even if he had to briefly split himself to ensure that.) So, naturally, everyone in their right mind found him after enduring your attitude long enough today and shoved him towards your room where you had been working away in silence, reminding him that a good lover would keep his partner happy. 
They left him alone in the hall standing before your closed door. While he was afraid you might gnaw his head off, he hated seeing you so upset. So, he entered your room after a deep sigh to try and settle his nerves, hoping your mood wasn’t as bad as everyone was describing and they were just being dramatic. Unfortunately, your mood was in fact as bad as he was informed, and he was hit with it the second he could slip past your doorway. 
“Who the fuck entered my room without my permission?” You spoke sternly, not even turning around from where you sat at your desk. 
He was quite shocked by your bitter tone, almost considering backing off until he remembered who  exactly he was. “Who do you think?”
That tone, that voice; it belonged to only one man. You paused, slowly putting down the pen in your hand as you let out a lengthy sigh. Your shoulders came up, fingers gripping the edge of your desk with what one would consider a little too much force before you slid your chair backwards and slowly turned to face the man who was both your boss and your lover. 
“What in the sweet fuck do you want, Buggy?” You questioned him in a bitter tone. “This stack of bounties isn’t gonna fuckin’ take care of itself.”
“Wow, who put a stick up your ass.” He scoffed. 
“Answer the question before I put one up yours.”
“Geez, alright. I’m here cause your moody ass needs to be cheered up. What the hell happened today? Everybody is concerned.” He asked. 
“Nothing is up. I just woke up on the wrong side of the bed.” You muttered, leaning into your chair. “I mean, if everyone’s so fuckin concerned, why don’t they come and ask themselves then huh?”
“You scared them off with your tone and cussing. You are literally staring daggers into my eyes right now.” He pointed out.
You paused, seeing his point. You did not like that.
“... Fuckin’ whatever. Let me be a prick today. I don’t give a damn about nothin’.” You muttered. 
“No. You literally made Cabaji cry. I thought he was being dramatic!”
“That’s easy for anyone to do though.”
“Wow, rude, first of all. Second of all, no, I will not just let you be a prick today. Let me come and help you feel better, ya damn grouch.” He insisted, already coming up to you. 
“Hah, and what are you gonna do to achieve that? Just because you’re a clown and look funny doesn’t mean I’ll crack so much as a damn smile.” You scoffed. 
That comment of yours made him freeze for a moment, his eye twitching while his face and neck went red with a mixed sort of rage. A vein popped out on his forehead and his hands even popped off of his wrists, swooping in to grab you under your arms and throw you from your desk to your bed. You screamed obscenities at him until he threw himself atop you, straddling your hips with an expression one could only describe as a mixture of anger and… mischief.
“That’s it! You asked for it _____!” He hollered, changing the position of his hands to tickle your underarms where he once held you. 
“B-Buggy what the fuhuck?!” You shrieked. 
“You’re the idiot who challenged me. So, you’re getting what you asked for! It seems pretty effective to me~” He said matter-of-factly, his arms crossed while he looked down at you with a growing smirk.
Your only response to him was broken laughter, his hands drawing forth such sounds from you no matter how hard you tried to stop them. Buggy could maneuver his fingers to poke and tease wherever he pleased with such swiftness and ease; always able to evade your slapping hands and dart into a new weak spot of yours whenever one opened up from you trying to swat him away. You just couldn’t win. When his hands slipped under your shirt, you knew it was over for you then. Stuck under his weight with his hands always narrowly out of reach, you shrieked with laughter, covering your face as a last resort while you wiggled beneath him. 
“So much for you being so confident that you wouldn’t crack a smile~” He teased. 
“F-fuhuhuck you!”
He responded in tune by sneaking his hands a little lower, finding the pockets of your hips before he dug his thumbs in with slow, teasing rolls. The gasp and laughter that followed from you pleased him. It was a good sign, and he knew that by now all your attitude had melted away as you giggled along with his slow, methodical strokes. 
“Heh, you seem to be doing better now. What, with how much you’re laughing and how I just know you're hiding a cute smile behind your hands~” He hummed, leaning down a little more to hover over you while he wore a mischievous little smirk. 
“N-not fair! Your power makes it not fahahair!” You complained, taking one more swat at his hands, only to be evaded once again before he continued. 
“I’m just using the tools the universe gave me.” He shrugged, pressing his nose to yours. “They seem to be working.”
“I’m gonna kihihill you!”
‘Naaaah, I won’t let ya.”
After a moment more, he finally eased up on the tickling, giving you some room to catch your breath. When you did, you took a swing at his head that he stopped with ease thanks to his detached hand. The other gloved hand of his returned to where it belonged on his wrist, sliding up your side and up to cup your cheek. He held you sweetly and close, pushing your hostile hand back down with a chuckle. 
“You’re cute when you’re like this.” He mumbled. “Now quit being such a bitter bitch, hey? If you need to blow off some steam, come to me. It’s pathetic to witness Cabaji cry multiple times in a day.”
A sigh slipped past his lips, and he dipped down a little more until his lips pressed against yours. His warmth and sincerity flooded over you, and you melted in response, allowing yourself to be pressed further into the sheets. His other hand soon reattached and drifted down to the small of your back where he held you, fingers slipped between you and the bed. You no longer had the drive to smack him, but made sure he knew you thought he was an ass by letting slip a deep moody huff before you gave in. He was damn annoying sometimes, but he damn well knew how to bring you out of a bad mood. His kiss was persuasive enough for you. 
When he lifted his lips from yours for a moment, he examined your features, checking to see if you were okay. You looked at him with a little smile, feeling much better about life now. He could feel the tension leave you, and relief washed over him. 
“Much better.” He mumbled. “At least I hope so. Are you feeling a little better at least?”
You nodded as you snuck your hands up to untie his hair from its ponytail. “Mmhmm, I am. I really did just… wake up on the wrong side of the bed. Sorry ‘bout that…” You then mumbled, playing with the loose locks of his hair. “... Did I really make Cabaji cry??”
“Enough to fill up a tankard.” He nodded. 
“Damn. I… should apologize.” You huffed. 
“That would be ideal. His weeping is loud and pathetic.” Buggy laughed. “At least if this happens again, I know how to stop you from getting too grumpy~”
The grin he shot at you gave off that familiar mischievous aura, and his fingers curled against your side a little as if to demonstrate his plans. You squirmed in response, heat spreading across your cheeks as you stifled a giggle. 
“N-no need! I’ll watch myself a little more.” You stammered. 
“Do you also promise to come to me more often instead of seething alone and making my crew cry?”
“Yes. Yes, I mean. Jeez, you’ve gotten soft.” You said. 
He paused for a moment before letting out a dramatic sigh, dropping down to burrow his head in the crook of your neck and blankets. His hold on you got a little tighter too, and he was surely pulling a face. You could feel his facial muscles tensing against the skin of your shoulder, and you chuckled quietly, knowing for sure he was smiling like an idiot. 
“And whose fault is that?” He mumbled. 
You huffed, amused by how he could go from being so assertive to the way he was now. 
“Right. I suppose that would be my fault then too. Sorry~”
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yanfairiie · 8 months
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TIME ENDS ALL ✦
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kafka x fem! reader
cw: angst???, probably ooc kafka, character death, mentions of blood and murder, violence with guns ig, my first post btw TvT
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you never expected such a thing to happen at all.
to be reunited with your old friend to now suddenly be admist a battlefield, stabbing and slashing away at enemies around you, blood creating a sea of crimson around your feet.
"how did you get in this situation?" some may ask.
ask and you shall receive.
. . . .
it all started when you and the astral express crew received news an infamous stellaron hunter has wreaked havoc on a hostile planet and while you would've avoided the journey, the mention of kafka's name snapped your eyes in himeko's direction.
"kafka? in this planet?" you suddenly spoke, interrupting the red-headed woman. everyone looked at you, surprised that you abruptly speak up about kafka and with such gentleness too! the mention of the other two stellaron hunters would make your voice intimidating.
"okay then, who's going?" you asked, and welt responded, "me, dan heng and stelle.. are you interested in coming along, y/n?" you nodded rapidly as you went to your room to get your sheathed weapon.
you returned no later and said, "im tagging along then." everyone looked shocked but they didn't object you going with the trio. himeko simply sighed, "if you're going, make sure to return in one piece, y/n. this is a hostile planet and you have to be careful, everywhere you go."
march sprung up from her seat and hugged you tightly, "make sure to take pictures! i won't be tagging along this time." she and himeko waved at you and the departing three as you lastly said, "sure, i promise."
and with that, welt stated, "let's get going now and put an end to the violence." you smiled as the four of you descended down onto the vast planet below.
once you were all gone, march's vibrant smile dimmed down to a frown. "y'know himeko. . is it just me or did y/n look a bit happy at the mention of kafka? like not with a smile but with a sparkle in her eyes. ."
himeko gazed down at the planet below and hummed, "you're not the only once, march. y/n did look rather entranced when we mentioned kafka. i think they used to be. . . close friends."
. . . .
you coughed at the smoke blurring your vision slightly as you stabbed through an enemy's neck. you almost feel like passing out at this point but you have to keep fighting or else you won't be able to stop her.
kafka. your old best friend. your crush. your frenemy.
you and the astral express crew were on the run towards catching kafka. news from the planet's higher ups reported her escaping from the guards, last being seen in a vast plain near active volcanoes.
you stood behind dan heng as kafka's elegant voice echoed, "hm? the astral express crew here in this blazing inferno planet? not a surprise, this is what elio told me on what would happen anyway."
"listen soldiers. get rid of those unworthy of my presence." suddenly as if on cue, a horde of soldiers came chasing after you all, making you take out your weapon.
"see if you can catch me now~" and with that she leaped off. dan heng gritted his teeth and shouted, "after her now!"
so many words could describe the chase and the battle that broke out. despite kafka manipulating the powerful soldiers, she took out her guns and started shooting bullets everywhere with that oh, so perfect smile of hers.
welt's void abilities, dan heng's true power and stelle's preservation powers almost were proved weak if it hadn't been for you slashing the incoming enemies charging towards you all.
that's when you realized that reinforcements arrived and started killing their way towards the crowd, slowly aiming towards kafka's head.
not wishing to see kafka injured, you broke free from the trio and sliced through the air, contact with an reinforcement's sword. kafka, ━ sensing someone was behind her ━ unknowingly shot a bullet through your shoulder and neck, thinking you were just another weak enemy of hers.
how horribly wrong she was.
you choked out blood as stelle screamed your name and started heading towards you through the blazing red. at the sound of your name, kafka's eyes widened as she saw your familiar figure slowly collapse towards the ground due to the pain her bullets delivered.
"y/n!" kafka's voice sounded muffled in your ears as she kneeled and delicately grabbed ahold of your broken body. she saw the gushing blood pouring out of your deep wounds but yet, you still smiled at her softly.
you placed a hand on one of her smooth cheeks and sadly laughed, "kafka. . you left so fast. . . i don't think you know how secretly happy i was to see you again but i didn't have time to call out for you."
kafka's smiled dimmed as she said with an urgent tone, "you were?. . ill stop this all for you, just stay alive for me and. ."
but she never finished her sentence as your eyes suddenly widened. a soldier was heading straight for kafka, aiming towards her heart.
you wouldn't allow that at all, even for the person who was supposed to be considered your enemy.
"kafka, look OUT!" you shoved her away from you roughly and onto the dead grass, her eyes slightly watering.
just as the blade drove straight through your heart.
it seemed as if time slowed down for you all. at the sound of your cry, the astral express crew turned their attention on you and stopped battling. kafka eyes widened even more and for the first time. . .
she felt fear.
she was on her torn knees as she saw your bloody figure descend towards the ground with a thud, your hair flowing upwards as you did and a hand over your bloody wound.
you laid there in pain, blood seeping out from everywhere in your body. from the slashes of the manipulated soldiers to the bullets from kafka's gun to alas, the stab to your heart.
a sad expression fell upon your face as your tears dried out. kafka put a gloved hand over her lips and sobbed. why did you have to sacrifice yourself just for her? why did it have to be you?
that's when she had enough. she took out her own sharp weapon and stabbed her own body, collapsing with you.
she didn't care. nothing mattered anymore. elio's script went to waste. her hair was disheveled. her smile was gone. your smile was gone.
weakly, she crawled towards you. her last wish was to be with you once more. her only closest friend. her once true love was dead.
and it was her fault. she ruined it all.
what if she didn't join the stellaron hunters just to bring a change to her life? what if she never abandoned you and leave you in the dirt? what if she never manipulated those foolish soldiers? what if it was her that got stabbed? what if she just never joined the dark side at all?
ah, there are no what-ifs anymore.
with her lovely eyes drooping heavily for a final rest, she slipped her gloved hand into your dirtied one. her smile returned a bit, only the ends curving upwards a tiny bit.
and with that, her final words for you?
"i love you."
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A/N: HJAKKAKSAK my first oneshot and an angsty one too >:) but fr tho was it okay 😭 i need advice on how to make my bio aesthetic like those top tier writers like PLZ yall my biggest inspo 🙏 anyways tysm to those who see this, hope it wasn't too shitty TvT
also uhhh mdzs fans out there? do yk where i got the death idea from
maybe ill write the astral express crew's pov next?? who knows 😛
ill cya again >:)
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znerac · 5 months
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Come Closer
Sorry for my terrible exuses of titles LOL
Pairing: Obi-Wan Kenobi x ftm!Reader
No specific pronouns are used but if i make a part two the reader will be described as ftm
Part 2
Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, No Y/N, Cheating (Readers Bf)
Words: 2.2k
Summary: after finding Kriz with another in bed, reader finds themselves in the arms of the general they've treated many times before.
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Today so far was normal, patients were slow, and once you were off-shift you headed home. Of course, your apartment on coruscant wasn't the best, but you shared it happily with your boyfriend Kriz.
You found it odd how the door was unlocked, but brushed it off. You walk in with a happy 'im home!'. You begin to set your things on the counter, when an odd noise was heard. Of course, you thought nothing of it and called your lovers name. When you got no response, you got curious.
Walking over, your brows furrowed at the continuation of the noise, making your gut twist. Opening your guy's shared bedroom door, the pit in your gut deepened and your heart practically shattered.
The two in your bed jumped and your boyfriend started speaking, but you heard none of it. Walking out and shutting the door with tears welling up in your eyes.
You stood for a second in shock.
And then the tears started streaming.
You let out a choked sob and grabbed your bag, shuffling out just as your boyfriend came out of the bedroom.
Of course, you didn't have time to think, you were overwhelmed and disgusted. Rushing out of the building with a few held in cries.
Your mind was racing, and you didn't know where else to go but work, and so you did. You caught a cab back, and when you arrived you bumped into a few clones, apologizing profusely before you went back into your office.
It was pretty much the only place you could be alone. So you sat in your chair and held yourself, your mind going over the scene over and over. It plagued your mind, and it was too overwhelming, you nearly choked on your breath.
After about ten minutes, you heard a knock on your door. And you jumped, quickly wiping away your tears with a weak 'come in'.
The door opened, and you couldn't look up, staring down and grabbing mindlessly at a few papers, "can i help you?" you ask, thumb sliding over the documents.
"You bumped into one of my recruits, said you were upset. Is something wrong?"
You knew that voice, that voice was from a certain general who had a tendency to getting hurt. You looked up, surprised.
"General Kenobi? I- i uh it's nothing im fine, really" you lie between a smile. Obi-wan frowns, coming to sit down on the seat opposite of your desk. "You know very well i can sense that something is not right. Its better to talk about your feelings, you know. Why don't you tell me whats bothering you?" he says, asking again for you to talk. Your mouth wavers, opening and closing to speak. But you break out in a few more tears.
Obi-wan's eyebrows furrow, "Maybe i can help?" he offers, but you shake your head. "You.. Can't do anything. I just.. I" you pause to breathe. "I found Kriz.. With a girl.. When i went home" you say quietly. You watch as Obi-wan thinks, and it clicks. "Oh, I'm so sorry" he says, tone soft. You sniffle, shrugging. "Its.. Its fine. I'll get over it" you mumble, and he sits up. "But it's not fine, he broke your trust. Thats not just something you can forget." he explains, "i expect you probably don't feel like going back. I could offer you a stay in my quarters?" he offers, tilting his head to the side. You give a faint smile, "i.. I can't. I don't want to be a burden"
Obi-wans face contorts, "You're no Burden, Never" he says in an almost defensive tone. "Please, it would be be my pleasure. Besides, you deserve a break. Some peace" he excuses, standing up. "Come now, I'm not letting you be alone after such an event"
You smile faintly, appreciative of his caring demeanor. You stand up, grabbing your bag and slowly following him.
Obi-wan stays fairly quiet as you two walk, it feels tense. But somehow comforting. Although you don't really know the general all that much, you appreciate how caring he seemed to be.
Once you arrived at his quarters in the Jedi Temple, you step in a little nervously. But the clean and tidy surroundings make you just a little more at ease.
"What kind of tea do you like?" he asks, walking over to the set of counters and puts a kettle on. You follow, standing beside him. "I don't usually drink tea.. Just make anything you like and I'll drink it" you say, and Obi-wan looks over, "Ah.. Well.. I'll just make you one of my regulars. Unless you'd like something else?" he cocks a brow. You shake your head, "no, no its okay, I'll drink your uh, tea" you exuse with your hands up. He smiles, "Relax my friend, Take a seat. You could put on a holo if you'd like. Make yourself at home" he says, patting your shoulder and you nod.
You make it over to the little couch by the holo, taking in a shaky breath. Everything went by so quickly, and it felt a little unreal to even be here. You jump a little when you get a commcall on your wrist, but seeing the name your face scrunches and you quickly reject it. You end up taking off your link and setting it aside.
Obi-wan came back with two mugs, handing you one. "I sure do hope its alright, i just made it how i would usually for myself. But if you don't care for it theres always other options" he says, sitting next to you. You can't help but crack a weak smile, looking down at the drink in your palms. "Thank you"
He smiles over at you, and takes a sip from his mug. "Would you like to talk at all? Or would you prefer to just take your mind off of things?" he asks, tilting his head to the side and looking at you with those beautiful blues.
You think for a moment, looking at your transmitter before back at obi-wan. "Maybe later.. We can talk.. I just, want to relax for a little" you reply, and he gives you a nod. "Fair enough. Here, put a show on." he hands you the holopad, and you grab it. Choosing a random show you liked and throwing it up on the big screen.
You both sit quietly, until you start to talk about the show. Which, felt good. Obi-wan was a great listener. He looked over when you spoke, kept his attention on you, and replied when you asked him a question. It had been awhile since anyone actually gave you their full attention, and you were sure obi-wan could sense how thankful you were.
Eventually, you continued to drink your tea, actually finishing it too. "This was good, maybe your just great at making tea. I've never actually tasted one this good" you compliment, standing up. He furrows his brows, "well thank you, but, where are you going?" he asked, uncrossing his legs and sitting up. You pause, looking down at your mug. You thought he would want you to leave after the drink. "I don't know.. I kind of assumed you'd want me to leave after" you reply, and the other chuckles. "No such thing, I'm not sending you back there unless you choose to go. Please, Stay." he smiles, standing and taking your mug. "Here, I'll take care of this. Now why don't you go have a shower and refresh yourself, i have some clothes that could fit you." he offers.
You bite at your lip before sighing, "a shower does seem nice.." you hum, giving obi-wan a faint smile. He nods you to the refresher and you thank him before going, shedding your clothes almost instantly before hopping into the shower and relaxing against the hot water. You just let yourself stand there, soaking up all the warmth.
About five minutes into it, you hear a soft knock at the door followed with a "I'm just going to place these here, a Towel and something for you to wear" you hear obi-wan say. And you smile softly, thanking him before hearing him leave. You don't know how much longer you spend in there, but it just feels so nice you can't help but soak it up until the water starts to turn cold.
At that point, you get out and wrap yourself in the towel after drying your hair. You spend some time just standing there, going over the scenes once more. And then dry yourself off.
When you picked up the shirt obi-wan left you, you smiled a little. It was definitely his, or at least fit him. It was a plain white tee, and you slipped that on along with the gray sweats he gave you. It felt a little odd to be in another guys clothes, but you decided to savor the feeling. If your boyfriend could savor another person, you could let yourself at least wear these. You walked out, feeling a bit better and definitely more refreshed.
"Enjoy your shower?" you hear obi-wan ask, as he walks over to you from the little kitchen in the quarters. He handed you a plate with a neatly made wrap. "Oh, yeah it was.. Really nice" you say, taking the plate and thanking him for it. "Thats good to hear. Now how about you eat that, and then go take a rest. I'll be here, i just have some paperwork to do" he says, pointing to the plate. You cock a brow, "Rest? Like, sleep?" you ask. He nods. "I'm not taking your bed, obi-wan. I can rest fine on the couch"
"Nonesense. You can sleep in my bed, it's more comfortable I'd say. I'll take the couch, you need a good rest and I've had plenty." he smiles. You huff, thinking for a second. "You're not sleeping on the couch, this is your home, you can rest in the same best as me, we're both adults" you counter, and he raises a brow. "You're okay with that?" he asks, and you nod reassuringly. He gives you a final nod, "well then, please do get some rest. I still have to do some work" he says, giving your shoulder a small squeeze. "And if later when i come back, and you decide you don't want me to rest with you i fully understand" he says reassuringly before wandering off to his office.
You stand there for a second before going to sit, eating slowly and going over todays events again. It made you feel worse, but you couldn't help it. But what did help, was Obi-wan offering help and comfort. Which he seemed good at, and that made you feel a little better. Although, when you looked at your empty plate a few tears shed again. You get up to place the plate in the sink, and wander to obi-wans office. Gently pushing the door open. You watch with teary eyes as he turns his head and frowns. Then he stands, and faces you with open arms.
You don't hesitate for a second to jump into his arms and hug him. Feeling his arms wrap around you carefully, caressing your back to comfort you. You sob a couple times into his robes, leaving a small wet mark where your tears fell. But he says nothing, rubbing your back and letting you release those emotions. You spend a good couple minutes in his arms before pulling away, eyes red and puffy. And he smiles down at you, wiping the tears from your cheeks with his thumbs. "Let’s go lay, i can sense that you're tired" he suggests, and you nod. Turning and letting him follow you to his bed, and you glance at him before crawling in under the blankets. He waits a second, putting a finger up and going to grab a few clothes of his, and heading to the refresher. He comes back in just a simple sweatshirt and loose pajama pants, and asks you again if you're okay with him laying with you. Of course, you say yes and scoot aside so he can get in.
Once he gets comfortable, you wait for a second, biting your inner cheek. "Can we-"
He nods and opens his arms. And you shuffle into his arms, up against his chest with your head tucked into his neck. It’s comforting, and warm. And you feel yourself relax against him as he rests his arms around you.
Obi-wan moves his arm and suddenly you feel his hand in your hair. And you just melt, humming and leaning your head up into it. Of course he continues, and it just feels amazing.
It had been ages since anyone touched your hair, and it just felt special. Especially with how gentle obi-wan had been treating you. It was like he knew what you needed.
"Obi-wan?" you spoke up gently. He hummed in reply. "Thank you, for everything." you say in a somewhat weak tone, and he holds you just a little tighter. "Of course, Dear" he says softly.
You think for a little, feeling a buildup of emotions in your chest.
He kisses the top of your head, holding you closer, "It's going to be alright my dear, now just rest, okay?" he speaks softly, and you just nod.
Sleep was surprisingly easy to find that night.
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Thank you for reading! Reblogs are appreciated ❤️
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haboat · 5 months
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just wanted to tell you that i feel like your "lil cal showed homestuck to gamzee and that's why he became 'enlightened' like that"-tags opened my fucking eyes
*fantastic* take im shocked i never thought of it it's so brilliantly obvious and elegant in hindsight!
gamzee canonically read homestuck...
so yeah, your thinkpan is huge
I MAY OR MAY NOT HAVE A NUMBER OF THOUGHTS ON GAMZEE, CLASSPECTING, AND BARDS. I AM SORRY TO DO THIS TO YOU.
One thing about classpecting that isn't immediately obvious is that it describes a characters role in making a story happen. Each aspect describes one specific part that makes a story, like heart being the inherent nature/character of a character or their character arc, mind being specific actions, thought processes, the nurture of a character. Or space being creation, worldbuilding, beginnings, and expansion of a story, while time is destruction, progress through a story, endings. Every character in homestuck has a very clear relationship with a specific aspect, but what relationship differs.
Which is where class comes in, to describe this relationship. Many of the characters in homestuck were made to more simply demonstrate this specifically. Nepeta, for example, through her Meowrails with Equius, takes certain aspects of his character and emphasizing or quieting parts that do or do not help the group and her own goals (eg. less distain for members lower on the hemospectrum, more care for her specifically), as described by her role as Rogue of Heart. Karkat, being the Knight of Blood, exploits Blood (which i will define as bonds, history, friendship and relationships) for others. Thus, he forms and manipulates the various relationships throughout the troll's session to keep almost everyone alive and intact. The Seer of Light knows knowledge and attention, and sees those most important things for the reader to see, giving lots of exposition.
So what is a Bard's role? To destroy or destroy through their aspect for others. To be a basically empty character, whose only aspects are those necessary to complete their role in the story. One note, flat beings whose motives, goals and interiority are inscrutable, vague and nonexistent. Which can be seen in both Gamzee and Cronus (no matter how much i might wish Gamzee was more).
Cronus's role in his session was to be a sex pest and not much else, to destroy Damara's hope and push Damara to the brink and over so she would start killing people and doom the session, forcing a scratch. Gamzee, as Bard of Rage (single-minded purpose, denial, keeping a story on track), destroyed rage both explicitly by removing Terezi's clarity through their kismeship and keeping Caliborn's rage contained until and throughout his session, and kept the story from staying on track by doing and introducing random gags and plot elements for no apparent reason (the potions, the alpha sprites, even most of murderstuck).
But, unlike Cronus, who is like that just because, we can actually trace most of this behavior from Gamzee to one event. One event that lead to him being the inciting event for practically all of Homestuck.
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Lil Cal showed Gamzee everything that was going to happen. Him going mad, him making that stupid fake suit, killing his friends and spriting them, finding and raising Caliborn and Calliope, supporting Caliborn through his session, all of it was to make Lil Cal as it showed him, to make Earth C and Cal's session. All at the cost of Gamzee as a character instead of a plot device, as all bards become.
Anyway, thanks for reading, Gamzee has canonically read Homestuck.
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Hey, squeaker! (/affectionate /p)
I don't normally do stuff like this but I saw you liked Aizetsu and Gyutaro as a QPR and I have shipped them in secret since before I saw that. So it made my day to find. As an aro-spec person, I don't really see QPRs talked about much either and most people kind of just don't care about them as a result.
Anyway,
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-> the actual point of my submission is that you recently reblogged one of my arts with the tag "good luck charm" as you were denoting affection to it for helping to uplift your mood during difficult times. It really warmed my heart, so I wanted to make something intentionally for you in that vein of "good luck charm".
I know your original tags were in reference to an endouma doodle, but I wanted to toss you something for one of your rarer pairings. (I was shocked to see it in the wild!! /pos)
Hope your week gets better, man!
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I COULD COMPLETELY BURST INTO TEARS,!!!!!!! THEYRE SUCH DORK ASSES I hope someone stuffs them both in lockers they probably already do it to eachother as some odd affection ritual. Weirdos. OBSESSED.. sincerely I do not have the words to describe how MUCH I appreciate this 😭😭😭! Since you sent this things have thankfully gotten better so thank you!! Your charm worked!! (Things are still scary and new! But im feeling much better :-})
actually I am drawing a little something right now for you .holdon.
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they're stargazing :-}.. I have so many little things in my head of these two but I wanted to make something quick right this second in exchange because AGWAA!!IM GRATEFUL!! I'll keep them close to my heart for EVER💥💥💥💥💥💥💥
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