#not gonna go back to drinking caffeinated stuff much

[jestroer]

Anyone interested in my life and who seen my previous post about trying to quit caffeine, I did quit it fully in the last month in a half!

Did it help me in anxiety, fatigue and insomnia department? Not at all actually! Not even a little I don't think! It was a solid try on my part tho!

#not gonna go back to drinking caffeinated stuff much #but like #i did such and effort #it was pretty fricking hard to stop altogether drinking things i drunk literally every single day for the last two years #and most of the days for the rest of my life since being like little #(i drunk so much fucking black tea in my childhood you don't even know) #and i didn't get almost any positive results if any! #i guess i feel a little more energised sometimes when i get enough sleep #its not very often tho so its not much really #absolute betrayal to be completely honest #guess i cant chuck my sleep issues on caffeine anymore. maybe i should actually like see someone about this stuff #shitpost #vent #a bit

[compact-turtle]

Can we get some fun facts on Orion? He's such an interesting character to read about the way you write is immaculate

Of course!! Don’t know if these are fun facts lol but here’s a little bit about Orion, the yandere space explorer…

-was not meant to land on your planet. An unexpected asteroid through him off collision to his original destination. 

-weak baby with noodle arms (at least in your eyes).

- master manipulator and gaslighter. 

-likes when you accidentally hurt him (scratches him, playfully bites too hard, etc…) because it means you give him more attention. He’ll play it up saying he’s gonna die from it because humans are so weak compare to you. 

“I didn’t know I could be in this much pain. I’m afraid I’ll die from this injury. Could you hold my hand and sing me a song so I feel a bit better?” 

-a bit emotionally dumb and hasn’t realized his feelings for you. Just knows he doesn’t want to share you or your world with anyone else. 

-has two different journals. One dedicated strictly to you. Another for whatever else he deems important. 

-can do bare minimum cooking. Uhhh safer for you to do it though. 

-but amazing at cleaning and organizing your house :) 

-He says you go foraging “together” but it’s just you babysitting. You have to make sure he isn’t eaten by a creature while he’s scribbling notes in his journal. Has happened multiple times ( ；´Д｀)

-is the epitome of the kid who touches stuff at the store when their parents (you) tell them not to. 

-got offered the mission because the original explorer died. He was the only one who volunteered. The team was on a tight schedule from their superiors and had no other choice but him.(Otherwise they wouldn’t have let someone with no survival skills go) 

-complains a lot.You’ll take him on trips and he’ll complain about his his feet hurt. Ends with you carrying him. Thankfully he feels as light a feather to you so it’s not a big deal. 

-adores when you play with his hair. He enjoys the feeling of you running your fingers through it or when you braid it. 

-will die if he doesn’t receive at least one instance of physical contact . Could just be snuggling together in bed or you carrying him through the woods. 

-loves doing culture exchanges with you. He’ll tell you stories about his people and you’ll sing songs from your culture. 

-hates when you feed him vegetables. Would rather starve 

-on the other hand. Loves sweet things and has the biggest sweet tooth. 

-has become spoiled because of you. You adore your new friend so you often bring him presents. 

-tried to adopt a dangerous creature until you told him to put it back in the wild :( 

-enjoys that he doesn’t have to pay for things. Back on his planet, his salary was pretty low since he was only a junior researcher. Didn’t help that he lived in the capital where everything was expensive. 

-his diet consisted of energy drinks, caffeine, ramen noodles and candy back on his home planet

-can do a backflip if you ask (only cool trick he knows)

#male yandere #tw yandere #yandere drabble #yandere alien #male yandere x gn reader #yandere x darling #yandere imagines #Yandere space explorer #yandere oc x reader #yandere oc x you #yandere oc imagine #yandere oc #male yandere oc #yandere headcanons #yandere thoughts

[yougavemeyourheartyouknow]

On thin ice (Hockey player! Miguel O’Hara x Figure skater! Fem! Reader)

A/N: this is pre-shits about to go down chapter guys 🤭. The usu, Miguel ooc, not proofread, blah blah blah. Also half of this was made when I was drunk cuz Mexico Independence Day 🇲🇽. 😊 enjoy

(Y/N) - Your name.

Cursing, mentions of sex/ sexual stuff (no smut but very VERY light nsfw [like if you squint])

Word count: 1.4K

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Chapter 7: How many secrets can you keep?

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“This is like the 6th iced coffee I’ve seen you drink today. You’re gonna die of caffeine overdose, Logan.”

“If I die of too much caffeine, I’ll die happy Kate.”

“You’ll also make all your studying pointless Logan.”

“Shut up (Y/N).”

You and Kate giggled at Logan’s words, shifting in your seat a bit before putting your pen down and stretching your arms over your head. You’ve been in the library with your skating partner and your dorm mate for the past 2 hours now, studying for midterms, and to say you were stressed was an understatement. Not only were midterms next month, but regionals were the week after. So you were lucky if you got time after class and practice to do anything but sleep, eat and breathe. (Although you barely got time for that too.) You made yourself a promise to atleast give yourself time to relax when September started, that the weekends were strictly to chill and to party. No studying, no homework, no skating, but unfortunately, with that promise, you didn’t realize how much more packed the rest of your week would be.

“I’ll be right back, ima go grab a book.” You said to your study buddies, before getting up and making your way to the other side of the library, finding yourself in a small and quiet row of bookshelves, full of different science textbooks. Your hand trailed the spines of the books as you tried to look for the specific one that your professor used in class. “No… no…ugh… oh!” You mumbled to yourself as you looked over the books, before eventually finding the one you needed, turning to go back to your table only to be stopped when you clashed with what felt like a wall.

“Oh shit- Sorry!” Peter quickly helped you get off the floor after realizing you had run into him.

“No it’s okay, I didn’t see you… god you hockey players are so fucking big… do you guys not have any ounce of fat on you?” The question was rhetorical of course, but it still brought it a chuckle out of Peter’s lips as you grabbed his hand and he pulled you up like you weighed nothing.

“Mid-terms?” He asked as he bent down to grab the textbook that was now face down on the dingy carpet of the library floor.

“Mid-terms.” You confirm with a sigh, grabbing the book from his hand and mumbling a small “thank you” before you turn and start to walk away. You heard Peter call out your name to stop you, his hand finding a place on your shoulder.

“Um, (Y/N), can i talk to you about something…” he asked in a low whisper, after you turned to face him again, you raised a brow as you crossed your arms and held the book to your chest. He seemed somewhat serious, very different from the usual bubbly and loud personality that you’ve grown accustomed to.

“About what?” You questioned after a second of silence, leaning against the bookcase you were just searching through. He hesitated for a moment, his eyes flickered to the side as he brought his hand to run through his hair.

“It’s about Miguel.”

Oh?

“…what about him?” You asked as you looked up at him, your heart pace picked up slightly as anxiety slowly starts to creep through your body. Peter sighs before he spoke again.

“If you haven’t noticed, he has been acting… different…” (you have) Peter started in a low whisper, glancing other his shoulder then yours before continuing, “And well, I think it’s might be because-“

“Peter!- oh there you are.” Miguel sighed in irritation to his friend when we rounded the corner when seeing Peter's back, Peter stood up straight and turned to face Miguel, who couldn’t see you behind Peter’s back since he was taller and bigger then you, blocking you from Miguel’s sight. You used this to your advantage and snuck away from the two males while Miguel started to scold Peter for “taking too long” and “wasting his time that he could be using to do anything else but he decided to be nice and help him study.”

Once you’ve rounded the corner of the bookshelf behind you, letting out a quiet sigh once you were fully on the other side, how having the bookshelf divide yourself from the two hockey players. Making your way back over to your table before Peter could realize you were gone.

—

“I’m not in love with her, I was just drunk.”

“I’m not in love with her, I was just drunk.”

“I’m not in love with her, I was just drunk.”

“I'm not in love with her, I was-“

“That’s 20.” Peter said to Miguel, before Miguel dropped the barbell down onto the gym floor mat, it landing with a loud slam. Miguel moved over so that another one of the guys on the team could have their turn, grabbing his water bottle and taking a chug from it. Miguel tried to stay focused the whole time he and The Spiders were conditioning, he really was, but his mind kept drifting back to you. The way you look while on the ice, the way you’d scoff and roll your eyes at his remarks, the way you looked in that tight sexy dress at the party, your eyes, your smile, your laugh, you.

Miguel quickly shook the thoughts of you that plagued his mind and repeated the mantra that has been playing in his head all day, “I’m not in love with her, I was just drunk.” But a part of him knew he was lying to himself, hell, all of him knew he was, but he refused to accept it. Miguel felt like he was going through the 5 stages of grief, and he was currently in between stages 1 and 2, denial and anger.

How DARE you.

How dare you be so beautiful? how dare you be so perfect?

He hated the way you’d mumble about “hating hockey players” under your breath when you’d walk past him and his team.

He hated how’d you toss your head back and how’d your hand would find a place on your chest or fly up to cover your smile as you laugh at one of Logan’s jokes.

He hated how you’d always give him sassy remarks and playful glares when he’d call you ice princess.

He hated how you’d make his heart flutter and his knees weak.

He hated how his name sounded coming from your mouth.

He hated how hard you make him.

He hates you.

He hated how you made him fall for you.

He decided next time he saw you, he’d give you a piece of his mind.

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You sighed as you pushed your laptop away and off your lap, declaring it useless to focus on your assignments as you shut your laptop close and laid down fully on your bed with an exasperated sigh.

“Why can’t he get out of my head…” you groaned as you turned and buried your face into your pillow. Ever since that party, ever since you were locked in the bathroom with him, ever since he had his body pressed against yours and his large hands gently placed on your face, you hadn’t stop thinking about him. It was embarrassing, it was annoying and most of all, it was insufferable. You’ve known and hated Miguel ever since you started attending this school and had the displeasure of meeting him. So why is it that all of a sudden, you were in forced proximity with him one time for-what? An hour-you’ve all of a sudden developed these odd feelings for him, one’s that you’ve never imagined yourself feeling in a thousand years.

You’ve despised him with your whole being.

You despised how his team would always go over there ice time on Thursdays.

You despised that permit smirk whenever he talked to you.

You despised how he always teased you in front of his teammates and they’d laugh in response.

You despised how whenever he calls you an ice princess your heart would skip a beat.

You despised how his chuckle would make your stomach flip.

You despised how when he’d stare into your eyes for a second too long it made you want to crumble to your knees in front of him.

You despise him.

You despised how he made you fall for him.

You decided that next time you saw him, you’d give him a piece of your mind.

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[lambertdiary]

can we please get a dalton x reader where she is a barista in a cute cafe in campus and he’s not actually a fan of coffee but Chris is and he goes there with her once, and he instantly likes reader from the moment he saw her so he keeps coming back just to see her 🥺 i’m so in love with your writing by the way!

A/N: OMG I LOVED THIS SO FUCKING MUCH, also I’m sorry if it feels a little repetitive but please remember this is how it goes when you order something 😭 anyway thanks anon for the request, I hope you like it!! As always feel free to tell me what you think :) likes and reblogs are highly appreciated 🫶🏻

Word Count: 2.5k+

Warnings: pure fluff :)

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Caffeine Crush

It was the third week of Dalton coming up with an activity he could do outside of his dorm. After what happened to him, he decided it was time he stopped locking himself up in his room, getting drowned in his alarming thoughts and schoolwork. Chris did raise her concerns when it came to that, so she suggested he should take a while everyday to do something that involved going outside. He agreed, so he started to do stuff around campus every afternoon. He did things like running, riding a bike, painting outside or even just going on a simple walk, and he had to admit that seeing the sky while the sun was still out was nice, it helped him in a lot of ways.

It was Thursday and Chris asked him to go with her to a coffee shop on campus, he didn’t have anything planned for that day so he accepted. It was across the campus and he usually didn’t go as far, but it was a beautiful day and he got to the point where he enjoyed going on walks. 

“Do you drink coffee?” Chris asked when she spotted the café.

“Not really” He replied without giving it much thought.

Chris shot him a dramatic glance, acting offended at his response “You get weirder every time I learn something new about you”

“And what a good friend you are” He said, rolling his eyes at her “Why do you need to come all the way here anyway? There’s coffee on the vending machines in our building”

“I’m gonna pretend you did not just suggest I drink vending machine coffee” Dalton just laughed, he loved the constant dramatics of Chris.

The coffee shop was cute. It had a lot of plants, it was cozy and it looked like they had a million options. They waited in line for a couple of minutes and Chris was trying to decide what she wanted to have, eventually just going for her usual drink. Dalton on the other hand was scrolling on his phone, not paying attention to his surroundings and moving forward whenever Chris did. They were next and Chris tugged at his shirt to make him take a step closer to the counter, he didn’t even bother to look up, but suddenly he heard a voice that forced him to.

“Hi! What can I get for you today?”

“Can I get a medium iced latte with almond milk and two pumps of vanilla, please?”

“Of course” The girl said with a bright smile. Dalton tried to find a name tag but quickly gave up when he realized no one there had one “What’s your name?”

“Chris”

“Chris” She repeated under her breath “Is there anything else I can get for you?”

“That’s all, thank you”

Chris paid for her coffee and the whole time Dalton couldn't look away from the girl, so distracted by her that Chris literally had to pull him away from the counter. He blushed as he walked away but thankfully Chris didn’t bring it up.

The days went by and Dalton hadn’t stopped thinking about her and the fact that he didn’t even know her name. Chris didn’t ask him to go back to the coffee shop, but he figured he could go there on his own.

Looking at his watch he assumed he had a little bit of free time so after class, instead of going straight to his dorm, he decided to go buy some coffee, it was time he finally tried some anyway. As soon as he got there he examined the people behind the counter, quickly noticing she wasn’t there. He looked around for a second until he landed on the conclusion that she probably wasn’t working that day. So he went to his dorm and tried to get his mind to focus on something else. 

The next day he decided to try again, and luckily he was able to locate her as soon as he went in. The line was a little long but he didn’t mind, at least that gave him time to think about what he was gonna say and what he should order. When his turn came he felt his palms start to sweat and he struggled to get his words out at first.

“Hi” He said, shyly. 

“Hi! What can I get for you today?”

Once again, he looked at the menu behind her “Can I please get a… cappuccino?”

“Of course! Would you like a small, medium or big?” She asked, pointing at the different cup sizes in front of them.

“Small” He replied, he for sure didn’t want too much coffee.

“Okay, what type of milk?” He looked back at the menu, as if the answer was gonna be right there “We have whole, skimmed, 2%, soy, oat and almond”

“Oh- um I guess whole is okay” He just went for the first option he heard, not really knowing if that changed the flavor.

“And would you like sugar or a sweetener with that?”

Dalton felt like he didn’t prepare for this, she for sure was asking a lot of questions, it wasn't like that when Chris ordered hers “Uh- sugar?” He replied, not confident of the answer he provided.

“Are two okay?” He simply nodded “Alright, what’s your name?”

“Huh?”

“For your drink, what’s your name?”

“Oh” He let out a nervous giggle “Uh, Dalton” He paid attention as she wrote his name on the cup, that beautiful smile never leaving her face.

“Alright Dalton” She said, putting the cup down and typing a few things on the monitor in front of her “Is there anything else I can get for you?”

“No” He tried to give her a smile, but really he was a little disappointed it didn’t go as smooth as he imagined it.

“That would be $3.35” He paid for his coffee and moved to the end of the counter to wait for it. He kept sneaking little glances at her as she took orders from other people, constantly smiling and never breaking her sweet voice. Once he got his cappuccino he left, knowing that next time he had to be better at ordering and maybe smile back at her.

Back in his dorm he was just doing some schoolwork. The drink was long forgotten since he instantly burnt his tongue when he tried it as soon as he stepped out of the café, but he was planning on keeping the cup that had his name written on it by her.

He went back the next day, this time thinking twice about what he was going to order and how had to do it. He decided for a cold drink instead, not wanting to burn his tongue again.

“Hi! What can I get for you today?” She smiled as always.

“Hi” This time he made sure to smile at her “Can I get an espresso frappuccino?” He immediately remembered the other questions she asked the day before, so he specified before she could even ask him “Small, and whole milk, and two sugars” He stuttered. 

Her smile grew bigger and she almost let out a giggle “Okay, what’s your name?” She asked, grabbing a small cup. He hated to admit that he was a little sad she didn’t remember his name, but considering she probably asked a million people for their name on a daily basis he understood why she wouldn’t.

“Dalton” 

“Dalton” She repeated, barely breaking eye contact while she wrote his name “Alright, is there anything else I can get for you?”

“Nope, that’s all” 

He left the coffee house feeling a lot more confident than the day prior, thankful he didn’t seem as lost and out of place.

Dalton kept going back every day after class, only leaving empty handed when he didn’t see her there. He also decided to try every single drink on their menu, but he swiftly learned that he wasn’t a big fan of coffee, especially not hot coffee, but at least they had plenty of other options to choose from.

Today he went for the mango smoothie that everyone seemed to love, and after going there for two whole weeks he finally was confident enough when it was his turn to order.

“Hi! What can I get for you?” 

“Can I get a medium mango smoothie with no sugar?”

“Sure! What’s your name?” She had to keep asking him that but at that point she remembered him, how could she forget those dreamy blue eyes?

“Dalton” He saw his opportunity so he took a deep breath as he tried to build up the courage “What’s yours?” He finally asked.

Y/N smiled at him, as she tried really hard not to blush “Y/N” She replied “It’s nice to see you around here so often, Dalton”

“Yeah, you too” He said, causing her to chuckle “Because you work here, of course” He said nervously as he wiped his sweaty hands on his pants, he could feel his face get hot.

"Thanks” She said, biting her lip to keep another laugh from leaving her lips “That would be $4.65”

This time he decided to find a table and stay there, he was done with most of his homework and he didn’t have anything better to do. His seat was looking away from the counter, not wanting to seem like a creep but he would casually look back at her. The smoothie was his best decision yet, and he was sure he would be ordering it again.

He was about to leave but suddenly he felt a hand touch his shoulder “Dalton? What are you doing here?” Chris was looking at him in confusion. 

He blushed but tried to pretend like he being there was something completely normal, it was now anyway “What do you mean what am I doing here?” He said, raising his empty cup. 

“I thought you didn’t like coffee”

“I didn’t drink coffee” He clarified. 

“And didn’t you say that there’s coffee in the vending machines?” She asked, completely ignoring his previous answer. 

“Again, not coffee”

Chris sighed “What’s that?”

“A smoothie, mango smoothie”

“So you just walk across campus to buy a smoothie?” She asked, bringing her eyebrows together. 

“Aren’t you here?” 

“I’m just kidding, you don’t have to be so defensive” She said sitting next to him.

Dalton whispered a little “Sorry”

“You know, when I suggested you do something outside your dorm every day I didn’t mean go spend all of your money on overpriced drinks” She joked. They stayed there for a while, just talking about anything else that didn’t involve her asking why he was there. 

⋆ ★

Y/N was finishing her shift, just washing her hands and gathering her things before finally leaving. It was her first year there and so far she didn’t hate working as a barista, but having to go to class at night did mess with her schedule. 

“Hey Y/N, are you leaving?” Alice (one of her coworkers) asked her.

“Hi! Yeah, my class starts soon”

“Right” She said as she leaned against the wall next to her “By the way, how is it going with the kid with the hair? Have you talked to him?”

“The kid with the hair?” Y/N turned her head to look at her, a little dumbfounded by her description. “Yeah, you know, he orders something from you everyday, his hands are sometimes covered in paint-”

“Oh, Dalton you mean”

Alice looked at Y/N with raised eyebrows “So you know his name?”

“I mean yeah, he has been coming here pretty much every day”

“Just to see you” She teased.

“This is a college campus, hundreds of students come here every day” Y/N replied, defending herself.

“But how many names can you remember?” Y/N knew she wasn’t dropping the subject anytime soon, so she just had to pretend to not care about him, even though she did.

“I remember a lot of names” She replied, closing her backpack and swinging it over her shoulder “Now, if you excuse me, I have a class to get to”

“Alright” Y/N started to walk out as she waved Alice goodbye “You should give him your number next time he comes… which is probably tomorrow” She didn’t say anything, just shook her head as she left for her class.

⋆ ★

Alice was right. It was the next day and Dalton went directly to the coffee shop when his class was over. It was Friday and it was more crowded than usual, but he didn’t have a problem with waiting. He decided to have the smoothie again, and he was glancing around in different directions to make sure Chris didn’t catch him there again. His turn finally came and he gave her a smile right away.

Y/N smiled at him too “Hey” She said, feeling nervous all of the sudden.

“Hi” He replied.

“What can I get for you?”

“Uh- a medium mango smoothie with no sugar please”

“Alright” Y/N grabbed a medium cup and started to write his name on it, completely forgetting about asking him first. Dalton noticed this and something sparkled inside of him, making it really hard to hide his big smile.

Y/N suddenly remembered, and she looked up at him, her face getting warmer “Dalton” He said, and she didn’t know if he was teasing her or saving her from embarrassment.

She looked down at the cup again, trying to hide her face, and she decided to write her phone number on it “Okay, anything else I can get for you?”

“No, that’s all” He replied, ready to pay for his smoothie. “It’s on the house” Y/N stopped him “I’ll see you around” 

Dalton’s smile grew bigger and now he was the one blushing “Thank you” He said moving to the side. He wanted to stay there and talk to her, but he knew he couldn’t hold the long line behind him. 

Y/N kept taking orders but continued to look at the station where the drinks got prepared, eyes fixated on Dalton’s cup. Alice was the one making it and she gave her a teasing smile when she noticed. 

Dalton stood there waiting for his drink “A smoothie for Dalton?” He heard someone say, slightly raising his hand he took the drink from the counter and thanked the person on the other side. 

As he started to walk out he took his first sip, noticing something else written under his name, a phone number. He stared at it for a moment, and then turned back to look at Y/N, who was busy with a new customer but he smiled at her anyway. He was on cloud nine and he immediately pulled out his phone to put her number on it, thinking of something to text her, something that wouldn’t make him seem desperate.

He couldn’t come up with anything at first and that had Y/N a little disappointed when she went to check her phone a couple of times, but he finally decided on just greeting her, like a normal person would. 

Dalton: Hey, it's Dalton

Y/N's heart skipped a beat when she saw the notification pop up on her screen and she saved his contact right away, happy she would finally talk to him about something other than his drink order.

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[prismuffin]

I'm very sorry Crow Anon. I did steal our brain cell, I couldn't remember how to clean my clothes and needed big brain power. ÒWÓ

👉👈 I give it back, I promise.

But, Pris I have an ask for you, that may cheer you up!!

How do you think taking care of the batboys (separately) after they got their wisdom tooth taken out, would go??!

I think it would be funny, snice they're chaotic on their own. Without any drugs in their system.

(Alfred definitely banned Dick "Its faster if I jump out the window to the floor balcony under me" Grayson from drinking caffeine until he was an adult).

- OwO

As someone who’s gotten their wisdom teeth removed quite recently I’d say I’m capable of answering this ask. Each of these scenarios has a bit from my experience ok? so—

Jason would be the type to just want to nap. Even when you successfully got him in the car to take him home all he was doing was saying how he wanted to nap but ong he never even tries to close his eyes to sleep once. After you both get home and you help him into bed the first thing he does after you change his gauze is crash. Which makes things difficult for you because now you have to undress his limp body and move it so that he's not laying down completely so that he doesn't accidentally choke since he's still rather numb. When he wakes up he's sad about the food he can't eat so he tries not to for as long as he can. Overall a very sleepy guy after getting his wisdom teeth removed.

Dick is so chaotic off the bat. Even when they were wheeling him out to the car you could tell that he was gonna be a handful. Tried to call everyone on his phone and when that failed he resorted to carpool karaoke. You tried to get him to stop since he shouldn't try talking but he just wouldn't shut up. Once you got home and tried to get him into bed he'd just be laughing at your struggle which would just make you struggle more since he'd be even harder to move while laughing. Because of the laughter he bleeds all over the floors and his shirt which he only laughs harder at. Similar to Jason kinda because once you replace his gauze he's out like a light, and finally you have a moment of silence for the time being. (this entire paragraph was just my experience and I'm not even joking LMFAO)

Tim would probably be almost the most tame, he'd be very sleepy and would start to mumble about tech he's working on. He'd ask you questions about designs and such and you'd just have to remind him to sit still and try not to talk much. Overall a sweetheart, he listens to you and doesn't try and talk while you're switching out his gauze. He sleeps, wakes up, and eats jello all day. The least of your problems honestly.

Damian would be quiet at first...too quiet, then comes the complaining. He'd be annoyed that he was in pain and numb at the same time??? Makes a song about the pain. You have to stop him from biting his lips because he's numb and is probably biting way harder than he realizes. After getting him home and changing his gauze he's very vocal about his hunger and is sad that he can't have normal food, but he likes the chocolate pudding so it's bittersweet for him. After his numbing wares off some and the pain starts hitting he's even more complainy- especially since he did bite his lip too hard and now it's bleeding which neither of you noticed until then. He's fine if you can get him to stop complaining though.

( I’m so so sorry this took me a minute to answer yesterday I woke up and my day went to shit and stuff happened and I had a mental breakdown and forgot all about this message! )

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[greghatecrimes]

PPTH Gang + What I Think They’d Order At Starbucks, brought to you in incredible and unnecessarily extra detail by a very tired barista!

House: Black eye (black coffee with two shots of espresso), adds his own cream and sugar very sparingly. Occasionally when he’s alone he orders a Caramel Ribbon Crunch frap (guilty pleasure).

Wilson: Grande hot latte with soy milk. He used to order the “skinny vanilla” (latte with skim milk and sugar free vanilla) but stopped because House made fun of him for ordering the white mom drink.

Cuddy: This woman will drink any kind of coffee she can get her hands on in the morning. Even really, really shitty coffee. She just needs something to get through the day. But if she’s got time for Starbucks, I know she’s absolutely getting a tall Brown Sugar Oat Milk Shaken Espresso with two extra shots of espresso (four total). (That is a lot of espresso for a small drink and she needs all of it). She looks so stressed out that the barista draws a smiley face or a star next to her name on the cup, or writes “have a great day!”

Cameron: The Taylor Swift latte. Grande skim latte with caramel. She’s a basic bitch but she knows what she likes, good for her! In the fall she’s 100% a pumpkin spice latte girl and she probably also has the date written on her calendar for when Peppermint Mochas come back in the winter. When asked her name: “It’s Allie, A-L-L-I-E. Thanks!” automatically spells it out to make the barista’s life 3x easier.

Chase: Cameron orders for him because Chase has no idea what the names for anything are. Also likes a good Peppermint Mocha around Christmas (Cameron got him hooked; he stops drinking them after the divorce). Rest of the year he goes for an Americano, iced or hot, with almond milk. His Starbucks name is Bob, which never fails to make Cameron laugh. (Now I’m imagining putting that order out and yelling “ICED AMERICANO FOR BOB!” into a busy cafe and Chase standing there cluelessly like “who? me?” until Cameron nudges him, and I’m laughing my ass off)

Foreman: Regular, plain ol’ black coffee, any kind of dark roast. He adds his own cream very liberally but isn’t a fan of sugar in his coffee.

Thirteen: I spent way too much time thinking of the perfect thing for her. If she just gets coffee at work, just regular decaf coffee is fine. The bitter taste wakes her up since there’s no caffeine. If she wants a nice coffee, I think she’d like a decaf Doppio (two shots of espresso) with a bit of almond milk, one pump of vanilla, and one pump of hazelnut. Hot or iced, but always decaf. Gently but firmly tells the barista to please make sure it’s decaf because she’s “caffeine intolerant” (not wholly a lie. Helps her avoid the caffeine jitters.) Never uses her real name, either gives a random one or just says “Thirteen, like the number” when asked for a name by the barista. Always leaves a tip when she has cash. Orders her drink iced at any time of year if she’s in the mood for it and gets harassed by House for it.

Kutner: Rotates between different superhero names for his Starbucks name (Tony Stark, Clark Kent, Bruce Wayne, Clint Barton, etc.). Taub wants to melt through the floor every time he gets coffee with Kutner and his order is called out. Kutner thinks it’s hilarious. I really feel like he would be happy with anything you give him, but I think his go to if he’s specifically at Starbucks would be a java chip frap despite the fact that Taub lectures him about it (if he’s gonna treat himself to expensive coffee it may as well taste good!!). Also RIP Kutner you would have loved the Dragon Drink so much (both for the badass name AND the fact that it’s purple)

Taub: Doesn’t go to Starbucks often, probably really only goes with Kutner. Just orders a regular latte or cappuccino. He says he doesn’t see the point of adding in all the flavors and stuff because it’ll just drown out the coffee. Might put some cinnamon on top if there’s a shaker of it on the condiment bar. Would add cinnamon or nutmeg at home if he has the luxury of having a late morning and making his own coffee.

Bonus! Amber: Drinks iced coffee in the middle of a blizzard. Could also down shots of espresso like they’re tequila. The most intense bitch. Would be very visibly tense or stressed when ordering but as soon as her order’s done she’d thank the barista pretty genuinely. Go-to order is a cinnamon dolce latte, no whip but keep the cinnamon dolce powder.

#ppth starbucks run #i did not need to go this hard but i did this to procrastinate doing stressful things so it was fun and worth it #there’s so much in here that makes ME laugh as a barista but that no one else will probably find funny. rip lmaooo #headcanons #greg house #james wilson #lisa cuddy #allison cameron #robert chase #eric foreman #remy thirteen hadley #lawrence kutner #chris taub #amber volakis #house md

[steddie-thirst]

Fuck Off | Mean!Steddie x Henderson!Reader | 18+ |

{Note: I originally was going to have Eddie be Micheal and Steve Ghostface, but knowing their personalities I've switched them. So Ghostface!Eddie and Michael!Steve}

Summary: Steve and Eddie are on the hunt for their next victim, but little do they know you are targeted by both. However, their desires collide when they realize how cute you are and would be more cute alive than with your guts splattered against the wall. Which leads to tons of chaotic trouble.

warnings: blood, death, profain language, innuendos, Ghostface being himself, Michael being well Michael, and other stuff. Minors DNI

Ring Ring

"Hello?"

"Hey, sorry to bother."

"Nancy it's fine. I'm assuming you 're ready for me to come pick up Dustin?"

She laughs, soft and sweet, "No. He wanted to know if it would be fine if he stayed for the night?"

You sigh looking over your shoulder to check the time. Eight o'clock is staring back at you in angry red numbers. Ugh yeah - No, it was definitely to late to go pick him up. Unlike most people in town you lived at a greater distance from most of your friends. By the time you'd gotten ready, hopped in the car and drove over, it would be closer to nine-thirty, then you'd have to actually get him to be quiet long enough for him to sleep. That would take a miracle.

"Yeah-" You pause to yawn pulling yourself up off the couch and stretching arms and legs as the cracks from an overworked body seem to release the tension, "- That's fine. Just make sure he takes his medicine. Allergies."

"Right, okay." She agrees looking back at the boys as they were still gathered around the living room table still going at their little game. It was almost surreal to seem them so calm. Of course, there was an occasional loud celebration, but otherwise very quiet. "But, I know you must be tired. Dustin, mentioned how classes have been going."

"Oh yeah." Grumbling as the soreness dissipates from your legs up, stiffness in the joints becoming more apparent. It was hard work sitting hunched over a notebook and fully highlighted text-book all day studying. Rings of shadows had started to appear beneath your eyes, still reddened from pulling all-nighters just to pass the exam. "Never-ending and totally draining." You huff going to grab a can of soda from the fridge.

"Well.." Nancy starts, ".. I'm gonna go, the boys just finished their game and I don't think they should stay up any longer."

"Agreed, you take care."

"You too, Nancy. Bye."

"Bye." The line disconnects and you sigh setting the receiver back onto the stand. Well, at least it would be quiet. Pulling the tab back on the can, before gulping down some of caffeine. You sigh in relief - caffeine had somehow always fueled you- going back to the couch to relax. Maybe tonight was going to be the one day to finally catch up just yourself, do some self-care, maybe sleep.

Ring Ring

"Hello? Who the fuck is this?"

"Wow, who knew Hawkins' golden boy had such a filthy mouth." Jason scoffed at the voice on the other side of the line.

"Andy, I've had enough of your shit. You've gotta stop hitting the drinks man." He scolded. The alteration faltered as a wheezing laughter filled Jason's ears.

"Ha, man. You don't know what you're - hic - talkin' about." He slurred over the phone.

"Christ, Andy. Grow some balls and quit drinking, we've got a game tomorrow." Jason hangs up and heads upstairs to his room. He had much more important things to deal with besides his brainless team-mates. Climbing up the stairs to his room he's interrupted yet again by the phone. A frustrated groan falling from him as he turns on his heels padding back down the steps, nearly tripping over the game-ball in the process.

He reaches for the phone mumbling curses to himself. "Andy I said quit fucking calling me!"

"This isn't, Andy." The voice was altered, just like before, but no sign of slurring or slowed speech. Deffinately not his drunken friend who called only minutes ago.

"Then who is this?" Jason asked, not really expecting an answer, let alone a truthful one.

"Someone who's been waiting to gut you like a fish. You know what they say-" He paused to chuckle, " - Payback is a bitch." Jason stood frozen in place. Over his years he'd wronged many people: nerds, goths, band kinds, other jocks, random people, and those freaks. Before he could fully fit the pieces together the stranger speaks up, "And if I were you I'd start running." Jason listens as the phone line goes dead, but doesn't move an inch.

Only when the figure bursts from the closet in front of Jason, does he take off running. "Shit! Fuck-" He turns to run towards the stairs, but before he makes it, karma comes back to bite him, feet stumbling over the ball left on the floor and he falls.

Tumbling straight to the ground and shattering his skull on the staircase. The ghost-like figure watching as he bleeds on the carpet tilting his head and fleeing the scene. Justice had been done.

You on the other hand were enjoying the piece and quiet, revelling in its grace. It had never been so peaceful in the Henderson household, it was amazing. Then it all came crashing down when a knock sounded on the door. "Ugh.. so much for that." You push off the couch to pad over to the front door and fling it open, peering out into the empty blackness of the night. Huh? Who had knocked? Were you hearing things?

From across the street there was a tall figure dressed in a jumpsuit and some sort of white mask? What the- Blinking your tired eyes the mysterious figure is gone. Okay, yes. So maybe you were seeing things, it's not like that was the worse thing happening right now.

You could be dead.

The phone blares from the kitchen once more and you're left groaning as you waltz into the room to grab it off the stand. "Hello? Henderson residence."

"Who's this?"

"Why don't you tell me your name first? Then maybe I might tell you mine." You offer.

"What if I tell you my name's, Jason?" The voice responds a sweetness laced his tone despite the gravelly voice.

"Ugh like Jason Carver?" You ask with a roll of your eyes, before adding on. "That guy is s creep."

"You dint have to worry about him. He didn't get the heads up." This stranger seemed off.

"Listen, Jason. You seem like a nice guy and all, but I'm very tired and had a long day is there any way we could chat another time?" The line went dead.

"Guess that's a no." You hang up the phone an return to the safety of your couch.

Meanwhile on the other end a familiar figure was fuming over the incident, right as he was about to make his move someone had to ruin it. He turned to raise the knife only to be met with a white mask, blue jumpsuit, and soulless eyes staring back at him.

"You look like your mom fucking gave up." He jeered jabbing his knife in his direction. The other masked figure slapped his hand away, own palms drenched with blood. "Hey, this is my kill! My street so back off!" Before he could argue the man clad in his jumpsuit lunged making the ghostly stranger fall back into the dirt. Reaching gloved hands to pull at his mask- He froze.

"Steve?" He tilted his head, going to reach down for his mask and remove it. Being met with a winning smile, dark curls and sweet brown eyes.

"Eddie?"

"Surprise, baby." Steve growled at his response slamming him down into the ground by the shoulders of his dark robe, before climbing off.

"What the fuck are you doing on my block, freak?" Steve hissed gesturing his own weapon to Eddie, who had manged to finally stand back up after being tackled.

"Well, first of all, bud. This is my street." He corrects. "And before you interrupted I was going in for the kill." He gestures one hand off to the house they'd been hiding beside and Steve huffed.

"She's mine." Steve growls pressing his blade to Eddie's throat, only to gave one pressed back to his own.

"No, fuckface (Y/N) is my kill. I'm gonna splatter her insides over the walls and make it look like fucking Christmas!" As the two stood there, eyes boring into one another, you distracted them.

Walking outside to get some fresh air, it always managed to bring some sort of relief. They watched, listened, and waited. No.

Steve seemed to catch on to Eddie's thoughts. "What of we work together?" He suggests pulling his weapon back as Eddie did. "You and me."

"Together?" Eddie repeats with a scoff.

"I know how you look at her. I do it to. She's special and can be ours, but only if we work together." Steve reaches a hand out to offer his mask back to Eddie and him doing the same.

"Together." They confirmed.

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#eddie munson #stranger things fandom #stranger things x fem!reader #eddie munson x reader #steve harrington x reader #steddie x fem!reader #dustin henderson #sth steddie thirst! #mean!steddie #mean!eddie munson #mean!steve #daddy!steve harrington #daddy!eddie #stranger things season 4 #18+ #slashers #steddie x henderson!reader

[aures-fantasy-nook]

HP characters when their s/o is tired PT. 2

Marauders era minus peter bc i can’t write for him

requested by: @sarawatandtineswife

requests are open :)

Remus

okay well maybe the best here

will be the one to literally just send you to your dorm

gives you the notes and assignments you’ll need to make-up later

Comes back to check on you when he can

ff you're still feeling tired after resting like all day

he's slightly concerned

taking you to the infirmary

he's tight with the nurse

makes you hot chocolate

if it's around the full moon he's a little less doting than usual

Hes just slightly preoccupied with like being a werewolf or something idk

Honestly might not notice if its around a full moon

When he does notice

Will force you to rest with him

Just makes you sleep and cuddle all weekend

Reads to you when you’re both feeling better

Will deflect any teasing you get from the boys

Tbh tho they find it cute

#1 fans right there

#--#

Lily

Another good one tbh

Love her

If it’s during the day she’ll literally get you coffee

From where??

No one knows

She kind of dotes on you but like also

Not

Will make fun of you if you get caught sleeping in class

She does give you notes to use and help you with any missing assignments

Expects you to actually read the notes she gives you

And do most of the homework yourself

But she will help if you’re really confused

Or just need moral support!

Checks in on you pretty often during the day

Genuinely cares about your wellbeing

Early bedtime that night

Cuddles!!!

She probably reads you to sleep

Shes such a fucking sweetheart

#--#

Sirius

Lowkey oblivious

Its not horrible though

He notices after he made a comment you would usually laugh at

And you just kind of chuckle a little bit

At first he assumes that you’re mad at him

Initial panic

And then he looks over

Sees you like basically half asleep

He melts a little bit because you’re cute

But also

Hes gonna tease you

Cocky bastard

Will skip classes with you

Probably one of the most reckless ones tbh

Does not care about making up the assignments

If you’re super worried about what you’re missing he will ask Remus or even Lily to get notes for you if they are in your classes

Pulls popularity strings to get you the material

If you dont really care that much then hes not gonna care either

Snuggles you all day

Takes naps with you

Soft makeout sessions in between little naps

Will get you food if you want it

Aka he steals from remus’ chocolate stash

shhh

#--#

James

I feel like hes another shit head about it

Like not meaning to be mean

But he teases

And sometimes goes too far

Bc what are boundaries?

But like

Yeah

He sees you dozing off and hes poking your cheek or flicking your nose

He thinks you being sleepy is cute

He’ll never admit it though

Might pull some strings to get you out of class

Deffo gets you a pass from potions

Will do the potions homework for you because it takes him no time at all to do it

Might enlist in some outside help for other classes if you beg ask nicely

Makes you coffee with somesort of like caffeine potion in it if you don’t want to miss classes or something

Doesn't tell you that you probably won't be able to sleep for like 24 hours after drinking it tho//

Once you figure that out he just kind of gives you a sheepish smile and shit

fucker

#--#

Regulus

he’s sweet

so sweet about it

literally just melts when he sees your sleepy face

might slightly poke fun at you but like

not heavily or anything

he will tell you to go back to your dorm and he’ll handle your notes or anything

he’s very sweet

goes to check up on you when he can

or sends someone else to do it for him

he’s just nice

by the end of the day he brings you dinner and your notes and stuff and goes over everything with you

plans to help you catch up over the weekend

makes it like a study date

which honestly isn’t uncommon with him

he will stay with you overnight and make sure you sleep

also bc he wants to cuddle you

#harry potter x reader #remus lupin x reader #lily evans x reader #sirius black x reader #james potter x reader #regulus black x reader #aure writes

[capitalisticveins]

Sweetheart and Honey (separate) HCs

Sorry for the delay I caught a bad headache yesterday

- Honey was def either valedictorian or salutatorian of their grade in high school

- IF they were salutatorian, they're still pissy about "losing" to someone else

- Sweetheart was cocky in their early years of working for the department

- Similar to Damien trying to break the stereotype that "All fire elementals are hot-headed", Sweetheart is trying to break the stereotype that "All stealths are thieves"

- Honey walks fast and WILL step on the back of someone's shoes if they're walking too slow

- Sweetheart legally cannot own a gun

- They're not allowed near any either

- Honey's lips are damn near always pressed against each other, like they're constantly frowning

- Sweetheart only ever dressed as a ghost for Halloween as a kid, and they dressed as one again the same year they started dating Milo. Milo learned about their plan and decided to dress as one of the ghostbusters from the movie. 

- They did plan on scaring the shit out of him dressed as a ghost, but they saw him wearing his costume and couldn't help but cover their face fully before he caught them blushing (he caught it regardless)

- Honey only fell asleep in class or lectures during testing season since that was when they began studying hours into the night with little to no rest

- When they met Guy this came to a stop, he made sure they'd end their study sessions early and go to bed on time, even if he'd stay up all night playing video games and being hypocritical

- During the Sam and Quinn video, Sweetheart walked out of the room when Quinn was airing out all of Tank's past. They've heard much worse stuff, but knew the stuff Quinn was saying wasn't something anyone in the room should be hearing. That was Tank's personal past, nothing of their business.

- Honey doesn't exactly mean to be rude to people, they're just…very off-putting by accident.

- And then it makes them upset when people don't want to talk to them because of it, since they want to have people to talk to.

- This one is gonna be hard to explain wait

- When Sweetheart goes intangible, majority of the germs on their body fall off.

- Due to this, they rarely get sick, and only get sick if they don't go intangible at least once for an extended period of time.

- But when they get sick, they get sick.

- I'm talking snot flying, can barely move a muscle, mucus erupts from each cough, sick.

- Basically they have a shit immune system.

- Honey on the other hand? Can not STAND being sick. Heavy germaphobe I'm telling you.

- I spoke about this with a friend before and we agree, Honey used to absolutely refuse to leave a room if it meant getting someone else sick, or getting sick themselves.

- This fear was at an all time high back in high school, I'm talking hazmat suits, gloves, masks, that shit.

- And in their earlier years of college, when COVID hit (2019), this shit was reinforced so much.

- It's calmed down since they got with Guy, and they've begun to even take care of him when he gets sick. Of course they still find it disgusting but they hate seeing him all weak and exhausted.

- Sweetheart can float slightly.

- Honey hates sweet things, it makes their face scrunch up as if it's sour.

- Sweetheart is ADDICTED to caffeine. It makes them anxious and paranoid but they keep drinking it like it's a lifeline.

- Honey goes to the beach to tan. No matter what, they REFUSE to get in the water. Whether it's to protect their hair or a past incident, Guy doesn't know. And it sucks because Guy loves swimming at the beach. 

- Although if Honey did ever get in the water, he'd dunk them so many times and it'll lead to Honey either getting out of the water, or them trying to actually drown him.

- Sweetheart doesn't style or fix their hair. What they wake up with is what they spend the day in.

- Honey's smile is always uneven. Mainly because it's them trying to not smile but their body betrays them.

- Honey snorts and Guy finds it absolutely adorable.

- Shortly after Milo told Sweetheart that Aggro refuses to go on walks, they tried taking him on one to call Milo's bluff. It went terribly.

- Honey searched up "how to make friends" online once, and one of the tips said "maintain eye contact." This led to them glaring at people talking to them until said person backs away in fear. It always leaves Honey confused when it doesn't work.

-Sweetheart has horrible posture.

- Honey was a BEAST at volleyball back in high school and college. They don't play it as often, but they're still insanely good at it.

- Honey and Cutie have the same group of friends.(But Honey is fairly new to the group)

- Sweetheart bites their ice cream, much to Milo's dismay.

- Despite popular belief, Honey isn't a big fan of honey. It's too sweet for them, but they'll put it in food when necessary.

- Sweetheart and Milo are either barely different in height, or are the same height. Either way they still tease the fuck out of him because of his height.

- Honey has never lost a staring contest in their life.

Requested by: @draagonfruiit

#i read the request again and i realized #it said Sweetheart OR Honey HCs #...i did both #whoopsies #Redacted Audio #Redacted ASMR #Redacted Honey #Redacted Sweetheart #Redacted Milo #Redacted Guy

[shattered-sun-sys]

To any blurry/unknown/confused alter who may read this.

Hi! I’m also blurry and confused! I don’t know who I am or where I’m from, what I look like or what my name is. I can hardly even differentiate actual source memories from omnipotent (thats a big word for elmo) knowledge of my source!

But you know what? That’s okay! I figure that sometimes, the body just needs a bit of a break. You may need to lose your sense of self for a while; especially if something scary happened and you want to disconnect from it as much as possible. Sometimes, that’s just how we cope.

Or in the case of being an Endogenic System, of which I know little to nothing about (so feel free to educate me!), being blurry may just be an escape or a way to feel just that bit more free and happy. I’m not sure if that’s how it works for Endos; we’re not Endogenic, but. . . I’m tryna be inclusive here!

It’s okay to not know who you are in the moment, or even for days on end. Try to view being unknown as a taking break and finally having some peace of mind. You don’t need to figure yourself out if it’s just gonna cause you more stress. Or if being unknown is going to cause you more stress instead, then have at it! Go figure yourself out! But otherwise? Try to relax, okay? It’s not a race.

Let’s try something, okay? Hear me out haha. . . Do you have a favorite drink that’s not caffeinated? Maybe you like hot chocolate or warm tea! Go make yourself some of that and grab a snack, okay? Done that? Great! Now, have you got a nice bed? Or something else that’s comfortable if not the bed? Take a seat—no don’t lay down haha!—take a seat and enjoy yourself. Watch some videos or listen to some music! Ooo!!! Why don’t you a playlist for yourself! Find out what stuff you like to listen to! Yeah? Amazing! Just sit back, relax, and enjoy yourself, okay? Please, take care of yourself. I love you(/platonically), blurry and all.

- Blurry Alter

#long posts #sysblr #unknown alter #blurry identity #system positivity #blurry front #unknown front #blurry #blurry alter

[one-winged-dreams]

He Plays Genshin I Guess

Ship: the reveries of my mind (adri x akingraeux)

Source: original content

Word count: 557

Noooo I'm already writing fics about him /)A(\

This was something I talked about with Owen when I was medicated with sleep aid.

Tag list: @dearly-beeloved @camellias-and-coriander @rebel-wolf13 @sunstar-of-the-north @mahitoslittlebird @goldenworldsabound @edencantstopfallininlove @sosoftandsweet @dorothys-wife @faerie-circle-ships

With the same sort of relieved weariness that accompanied the way Akingraeux removed his headset, he leaned all the way back in his desk chair, blowing air between his lips as he continued to dexterously spin his pen between his fingers. 

With no particular irony intended… Goddamn.

Utilizing the lanky length of his legs, he kicked back, rolling away from his desk that his new mortal companion had been gracious enough to make space for in his own office, before hauling himself upwards.

He gave a quick stretch, satisfied with the way this tangible form strained its muscles and tendons. It was always so novel after being in his natural state for a while. With that, he made his way out of the office, finding the aforementioned mortal standing in the kitchen. He stared for a moment, a fond smile on his face as he watched him idly sipping some… coldbrew?

“A bit late for that, huh?” He commented, silently coming up behind him and placing his hands on Adri's shoulders.

Adri jumped with a yelp - of course he did, Aki was often without presence among mortal perception. When it suited him.

“GOD, HOLY SHIT. I almost had coffee out my nose,” the mortal wheezed, his shoulders slacking under his touch.

“Well I'm SORRY, maybe you shouldn't be drinking coffee at 5 pm, then,” Aki retorted, resting his chin on Adri's head.

He could feel the density of Adri's embarrassment, the tension under his grip that encapsulated the ever-increasing feelings that weren't quite high enough yet for them to go too far. But Aki was patient, he knew that those feelings would apex eventually.

“Shit, is it five already? Does that mean you're off the clock?” Adri fiddled with the tumbler in his hands, trying not to look TOO shy.

“Yeeeep. A real shame, too, I was having so much fun,” Aki replied in no particular tone, his expression weary, but out of Adri's line of sight.

Adri lifted his head a bit as if trying to catch said expression. Aki removed his chin from atop his head to accommodate.

“So do you like IT? You're really… tech-savvy for a god.”

Aki looked down to catch his gaze, his hands remaining on the mortal's shoulders as he shrugged.

“Eh. I mean, yeah, I guess. The people suck, but I guess it's something I enjoy,” he replied in no particular tone.

Adri regarded him for a moment.

“So what ELSE do you like?”

Expression only slightly exaggerated in its thoughtfulness, Aki considered the question for a second.

“I enjoy the little things. I do like IT. I like video games,” he blinked down at Adri. “And I like you.”

The way Adri's face turned bright red was expected, as was the way he reached up to bury his face in his sleeves.

“YOU CAN'T SAY STUFF LIKE THAT!”

Aki grinned now, progressing to wrapping his arms around Adri's shoulders and shaking him from side to side in his embrace.

“You're so easy,” he commented, giving him a squeeze before releasing him. “I'm gonna go play Genshin, you gonna come have your caffeine anxiety attack in my lap until you fall asleep?”

There was a characteristic whimper, Adri not yet turning around as he nodded regardless.

“Okay…”

“Atta boy, your hydroxyzine is on the coffee table. Let's do this.”

#self ship #self shipping #virus fics #the reveries of my mind

[jennifersminds]

I LOVE your writing, do you have any advice for new writers?

hello !!! thank you so much anon <333 truly means so much to me 🎀🩷

I’m definitely not the best person for advice because I (to my detriment - looking at you months long hiatus) I mostly wing it but there are a few things I think are good to keep in mind,

1. might seem stupid but have fun !! and remember that you’re writing for fun. Write fics because they excite you and they’re something you want to see. Don’t get caught up in the numbers and worrying about what people will think, I thought Plastic Crown would literally be read by like ten people max because it was so absurd but (and I’m so unbelievably grateful seriously everyone who enjoys that fic,, i love u, i would fight your enemies in a mcdonald’s parking lot) I was wrong.

I mean, take with a grain of salt since every fic I wrote is drowning in self indulgence but still. Fanfic is fun! So have fun with it.

2. Super hypocritical but storyboard !! I’m currently experiencing the worst fkn writers block because I didn’t and now i’m trying to get everything planned before I update lmao

Another thing that saved me and actually got me stared in writing was my notes app. i’d put excerpts from fics I was reading that I felt really captured the vibe I wanted to create between or within characters. Random pieces of dialogue. details and just vague prompts and it’s a lifesaver.

3. Going back to point one kinda, try not to compare your fics to other people’s. That goes for Stats, reviews, writing styles, all of it. It’s pointless, fic is totally subjective and everyone’s gonna have their own vibe so just stick to working on yours.

4. Try and make stuff for your fic, seriously Pinterest boards, collages, gif sets, spotify playlists. Build up the world you wanna write about so it’s something that you feel you can just step into. Make it visceral and exciting even if it’s just exciting to you.

5. have like a drink or something that you associate with writing, for me it’s pink monster energy but for the sake of your heart maybe pick something different. like tea or anything not drowning in vague chemicals and caffeine. Can be anything like a candle, a playlist, just something to get in the vibe.

6. Talk about your fics, friends are a lifesaver in fandom, I cannot tell you how many times @vorpalmuchness and @katherineholmes have helped me figure something out just by letting my talk at them until something clicks. Vorpal in particular has suffered through that many many times (ily bestie ty for the face times)

7. and finally, write badly. seriously, just word vomit into a google doc if you’re struggling. Atleast then you have a jumping off point. It’s so rarely going to be a slam dunk on your first try so just,, do it. Get it out, get the vibe and run with it

Anyway, thank you so much for the ask anon. I hope atleast some of this helps xx

#fic #asks <3 #anon #writing #plastic crown #tvd #elena gilbert #elejah

[roseianxiety]

Always You

Summary: As a young boy, Virgil often swooped in to save his geeky and timid childhood best friend, Roman, from his bullies. After years have passed without seeing each other, his friend has come home from abroad and now a completely different person than before, and ready to sweep Virgil off his feet. Virgil, of course, falls head over heels for the other.

AO3 - Part 4, Part 5

Content Warning: None

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Chapter Five

The rain was pouring hard outside the cafe. The cafe was crowded and busy today, as it usually was. Many customers stood inside the cozy coffee shop, waiting for their orders or chatting quietly among themselves. Some were all enjoying their drinks, sipping their hot beverages.

Virgil watches the customers in boredom as he stood behind the counter while his co-worker, Remy, prepared their orders. He sighed silently to himself, his social battery completely depleted after dealing with the customers. Now he just wants to go home and take a nap or something. But this was his way of earning money and not being broke so, yeah, he's stuck with it.

He let out another deep sigh and leaned forward on the counter to rest his chin on top of his folded arms and enjoyed the warmth of the cafe. A moment later, Remy finally came back with the ordered drinks and Virgil was back working too. They worked silently together for a few hours until Remy spoke up, breaking the silence.

"Sooo, d'ya got any tea?" Remy grins as he stops wiping the counters. Virgil raised an eyebrow and questioned Remy. "Gossip or literal tea?" He replies curiously. Remy pouted and crossed his arms. "Hun, of course, it's gonna be gossip. It's one of my daily sustenance other than caffeine of course.". He answers with a grin before turning back towards his work.

" I don't have one." Virgil shrugs lightly.

"Not even about that cute neighbor slash childhood friend of yours?"

Virgil turned around to look at Remy with a blank expression. "Really?" He deadpanned. Remy snickered, "What? I'm just curious about his well-being and stuff. It doesn't hurt to ask.". Virgil rolls his eyes and sighs heavily before replying.

"I haven't talked to him in a while, got busy with work and house chores." He explains before heading to the back to tidy the mess there. "Plus, I think he's busy with school too.".

"You didn't even try to text him or something?" Remy queries with a small pout as he followed Virgil. "I don't wanna be bothersome." Virgil retorted, shrugging slightly as he began stacking the dirty cups and carrying them to the sink. Remy crosses his arms and stared at him for a few seconds. Virgil notices Remy staring at him so he looks back at him skeptically. "What?".

"Something's off about you. I can sense it." Remy says, narrowing his eyes at Virgil who looked at him in confusion. The latter queries are very confuzzled. "Like what!??".

Remy hummed as he thinks for a few moments. Then he snapped his fingers in realization. "Your whole vibe and shit. What happened?".

"My vibe?? Uh, nothing's wrong."

"I call bullshit."

"Look, I'm fine. Nothing happened and my 'vibe' is perfectly fine as well. I dunno what you're up to again, I think you should probably lay off with that much caffeine." Virgil says, rolling his eyes before continuing with his work. But he stops midway. Remy smirks and raises an eyebrow, "Babes, something's bothering you. Spill.".

Virgil turned around and stared at Remy for a couple of seconds and he eventually sighs in defeat, finally giving in to Remy's constant pestering. " I- uh.... Roman called me adorable in a call a few days ago. We were laughing and shit and he was staring at me and I asked him why he was staring then he said I looked... adorable when I laughed...". Virgil trails off and shrugs slightly, embarrassed. "And since that night, I haven't talked to him." He continued.

"Oh.My.Gosh."

"What??" Virgil queries, confused. Remy shakes his head as he tries to compose his laughter. "Gurl, oh my god, you are so down bad for him. It's cute." He giggled, earning him a soft glare from Virgil. "I am NOT down bad for him!" Virgil exclaimed defensively. Remy simply just smirked knowingly at Virgil.

Virgil groans in annoyance and throws his hands in the air. "This is why I don't really tell you shit most of the time." He huffs, crossing his arms.

"Oh, you wound me, babes," Remy responds dramatically, placing his hand over his heart and feigning being wounded. The other merely rolled his eyes and turned to finish off the rest of his work. "Now help me here.".

Remy raises his hands up in the air in defeat as he goes to help Virgil but not before speaking up. "Can I borrow your phone, Virgiee?? I left mine at home.". Virgil glances back at him suspiciously, but relents anyways, pulling out his phone and handing it to Remy.

Remy grins mischievously before going to the contacts app, trying to find Roman's number, and soon enough he dialed it.

"What are you doing with my phone, Rem?"

"I just called Roman, here–"

Remy quickly handed the phone back to Virgil and immediately exited the room before he can witness Virgil's wrath. Virgil looks at Remy with wide eyes and in utter disbelief before shouting. "Remy, what the fuck?!".

He turns his attention back to his phone when the line finally picked up and hears Roman's cheerful voice. "Virgil! You called!".

Virgil groaned quietly before answering. "Sup, Princey...". He trailed off awkwardly. " Look, I didn't mean to call you (not that I don't want to) but my friend was messing with me and called you for fun and uh... yeah–". Virgil started rambling his explanation for the sudden call. "I am really sorry". He added hurriedly once he stopped talking.

"Hey, no need to apologize! I was gonna call you anyway." Roman chuckles sheepishly. "But I wanted to know why you didn't respond to my message earlier," Roman asks curiously.

"You texted????" Virgil questions, surprised. "Holy shit, sorry, I didn't read it. The cafe has been really busy and I haven't had a chance to check my phone lately.." He explained. Roman let out a little laugh, "It's alright! I understand, really!". Virgil felt a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he listens to Romans' sweet voice.

Roman then added. "How are you, by the way?" He asks softly. Virgil pauses, unsure how to answer him. "Fine." He ends up saying instead. Roman hums, sounding like he could see right through him. Virgil sighed, "To be honest... I'm really tired and stuff... both physically and I guess mentally too.". Roman hummed in response. "Yeah, me too, but if you want, we can hang out this weekend when you're free, yeah?".

Roman suggests. Virgil smiled softly, "That sounds nice." He replied. He heard Roman let out a light chuckle, "Awesome!". "Oh wait, you're working, I'm not bothering you am I?" Roman quickly adds. "No, don't worry. Well, maybe a bit but I don't mind," Virgil assured, smiling.

"Cool cool Oh, anyway, I gotta go now. Talk to you later. Ciao (bye)!" Roman exclaims before hanging up abruptly before Virgil could reply. He puts his phone away and smiles softly. Remy finally comes back to the kitchen grinning from ear to ear. "Sooo, how'd it go?" He inquires excitedly. Virgil only shoot him a soft glare and walked away, muttering a "Shut up", under his breath. Remy laughs, shaking his head, and continues to bother Virgil.

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After his call ended with Virgil, Roman was beaming with excitement at the idea of spending more time with Virgil. It was the first time in a while they'd actually spoken since a few days ago. The night he called Virgil adorable. He had feared that he might've made his friend uncomfortable by that comment of his, he too was surprised he had said that out loud, he didn't mean to do so. But maybe he's just overthinking things.

He shook the thought away and immediately tidied away the mess he made earlier, he accidentally spilled the contents of his bag when he arrived at his home because he got a little too excited at the sight of Virgil's caller I.D. It was quite foolish of him, to be honest.

Then, suddenly, Roman was interrupted when his phone rang again, and without checking who it is, answered the call straight away. "Hello, who's this?" Roman inquired curiously.

"Ehi, wassup. Sono io, Remus, tuo fratello, naturalmente (Hey, wassup. It's me, Remus, your brother of course)." An all too familiar voice greeted through the phone, making Roman grin widely upon hearing it. Roman couldn't hide his delighted gasp and his grin soon widened. "Remus! Mi sei mancato (I missed you) !".

Roman exclaimed, feeling a swell of fondness for his twin brother. "Mi sei mancato anche tu, scemo (I missed you too, dummy)!" Remus responded cheerily, laughing loudly and happily. "How are you doing? How's America?" He continued curiously.

"I'm doing good, I'm living at our old house and I also applied at this neat university nearby." Roman replies cheerily. He also added, "And America is okay, I guess, it's still like what I remembered, nothing's that interesting here other than a few stuff.".

"That's awesome! By the way, is our childhood friend still there? What's his name again? Was it Vigil?" Remus wondered aloud through the phone, obviously very interested.

"Uh yeah! Correction, it's Virgil and not Vigil." Roman chuckles lightly. "He didn't change that much in my opinion, he's still got that tough personality and he's really really ha..." He stopped mid-rambling as he realized that he was ranting about Virgil, and he could feel the blood rushing to his cheeks at the realization.

He clears his throat, trying to regain himself before continuing, "...He's pretty cool and caring too." He finished, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck with his hand in embarrassment. "...Ahhh, you're so in love with him, I can sense it through the phone. Just spill it out, man." Remus urged teasingly.

"W –what the heck, why would I be in love with him?" Roman scoffed defensively, blushing deeply. He continued before his brother could say anything, "He's just my friend. I love him platonically. Definitely.". He just said the stupidest response and surely the other would not buy his lie.

"Booo, you're a bad liar. I know he's the reason you went back to America and shit. You are so down bad, it's kinda hilarious actually." Remus laughed loudly at his brothers' expense. Roman sighed in exasperation, knowing that his twin wasn't letting the topic go anytime soon. "Ahhhhh, shut uppp! Let's not talk about this.".

"So you're not denying it?" Remus asked, his tone laced with amusement and curiosity.

Roman whined, not having it with Remus bombarding him with questions. "Shut it already, you're annoying.". He heard a snort coming from the other side of the line and couldn't help but crack a slight smile upon hearing his brother's laughter, "Yeah, whatever." Remus says sarcastically before cackling uncontrollably. The two continue their banter for some time until Roman changed the subject.

"How's nonna doing, Re?" Roman asks curiously. He had missed his grandmother very much and he was genuinely curious as to how she was doing while he was gone. Remus replies casually, "She's still the same sassy nonna we know. And before you worry, she's doing alright. She even beat me in a race! Can you believe that old woman?? I'm convinced our nonna, is like, a witch or something." He chuckled. Roman chuckled along with him. "Yeah, that sounds about right.".

"She misses you, by the way. She wonders when you will be back in Italy." Remus hums. Roman lets out a quiet sigh. "Yeah, that's understandable. I miss her too but y'know, I just recently arrived. Although, tell her that I will visit her once the time is right." Roman told him sincerely. Remus hummed his agreement. They continued to talk for a while until Remus had to excuse himself because of certain matters. Roman let out a soft sigh when the call ended, a small smile formed slightly on his lips.

He looks back at the ground and the mess he made was still there. Roman groaned as he picks up his things off the ground he should've done an hour ago if he wasn't distracted. But at least he got to talk to his crus- er, friend, and brother.

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[dulcewrites]

Ok, I felt like writing some more of Myrah’s dynamic with her parents since I’ve written stuff with her and and greens. Also show that though their relationship is healthier than whatever the greens got going on, it’s not perfect by any means. I’m using the fools rush in au with that. I do want to write something in the og modern au that involves both the greens (and blacks) and everlanes. I probably will this weekend 🫶🏽

Baby Mine

It took six positive pregnancy test, throwing up her breakfast, a panicked voicemail to Maris, and a google search for Myrah to finally come to terms with being with child.

The six pregnancy test because ‘maybe the first five were wrong’. The voicemail, which she never sends to anyone, because her best friend is apparently immune to picking up the phone before 10:30 in the morning. And the google search…

It started with searching a firm, which led her down a rabbit hole. She saw the last name Targaryen, a bunch of businesses, and a family net with a bunch of zeros.

She threw up again.

Not sure is that time was the about the revelation or the baby. Baby.

Maris eventually comes over, still in her pajamas. When Myrah showed her the google history, Maris could not help but laugh.

“Only you would manage to get yourself accidentally knocked up by millionaire.”

“He didn’t say he was one,” Myrah mumbled into her pillow.

“Considering you only spent a night with him and the outcome, I’m assuming you two were not talking much,” Maris shrugs.

“He has a Great Dane named after a god.”

“Oh, really,” Maris fakes a sarcastic gasp. “He’s totally dad material.”

Myrah throws a pillow at her for that.

“Look babe, you didn’t know this guy’s last name till you searched his job. He doesn’t even have social media. What person doesn’t have social media these days? He could be a killer for all we know,” she rubs Myrah’s back. “I’ll make an appointment at the clinic. You know, the one that Wylla went to freshman year after her… little joyride during spring break. Everything will be taken care of.”

When Myrah doesn’t answer right away, Maris’ positive resolve falters. She sighs. “But I can’t make an appointment because you are thinking about keeping it.”

Myrah rolls over on her back, turning her head to her side dresser. On sit a framed photo of her family at her university graduation. Her grad cap on Esme, her parents kissing her on each cheek. They were so proud of her.

“I think I need to tell my parents.”

She turns back to Maris who gives her a painful look.

“Amal is gonna…”

Myrah holds back a shudder at the thought of how her parents will react.

She wears a sundress, flowy and breezy. Myrah had begun to become paranoid about showing. She looks in the mirror and sees the same body she’s had almost her whole life but she feels as if her mother will be able to sniff it on her.

“Is Essie here,” she wrings her hands together nervously.

“No, Esme at a friend’s house for a school project,” her mom walks her into the living room.

Good. Only two people to disappoint.

She can’t keep eye contact with either of them for a moment. Her mom tries to give her tea which she stares at for a moment.

I don’t even know what pregnant women can drink. Is caffeine bad? God I really fucking want alcohol, not caffine.

“Umm well, I want to talk you guys about something important,” she swallows. “I think - well, I am umm…”

Myrah looks at her parents staring at her anticipation. Her sweet parents, who have done nothing but try and do right by her and her sister. She knows she could not be a quarter of how good they are, not this way. Maybe Maris was right. Thinking about keeping the baby was a bad idea.

She mumbles something softly. Gerald frowns. “What sweet pea?”

“I’m… pregnant.”

Amal is the first react, a small chuckle but with no humor behind it. Gerald just looks confused. His thick dark brows furrowing as newly formed wrinkles settle into his olive skin.

“Pregnant,” Amal repeats with a blank face. “You’ve never even mentioned seeing anyone.”

The tremble of Myrah’s lip gives it all away. Amal throws her hands up before going to leave.

“Mommy, please let me-“

Amal gives her a look, the look, and Myrah clasps her mouth shut. Amal stalks off upstairs with Myrah and Gerald watching in silence. Both flitch when they hear a door slam. Her eyes instantly go down to her hands in her lap, tears blurring her vision. Hot tears splash on her face as she feels the spot in the couch dip next to her.

It was how things always went. If one of the girls fucked up, Gerald would be there with big sad disappointed eyes. A shoulder to cry on. Amal was the problem solver. But there has never been a problem like this.

“I - I don’t know what to say,” Gerald sighs, running a hand over his face. “But you need to talk with your mother.”

Her gaze lifts up to the hallway that leads to the stairs. She feels like a being taken up to her execution. She nods curtly before getting up. Myrah’s feet a little numb as she climbs up the stairs. She thought her mom would be in her parent’s room, but she noticed their double doors being open.

But the door to her childhood room is closed.

She knocks but gets no response. Taking a deep breath, she brings herself to turn the knob in and peak her head in.

Amal is sitting on her bed, hugging a teddy bear pillow.

“Mom, can I come in?”

She looks at Myrah and shrugs her in. Myrah closes the door behind her. She gingerly climbs on the bed next to her mom. There is a painful amount of silence in the room.

“Mom I am so-“

“Do you remember your first art show appearance,” Amal interrupts her silently.

Myrah blinks surprised, but nods slowly. It was a 13 and under competition. The winner recieved a year’s supply of paint from the store that hosted it. She had painted a mural of her parents and sister. Esme had gotten into the red paint one day, said she wanted to paint her face like mom does.

“My sweet girl,” Amal sighs. Myrah’s shoulders slump.

“I’m still your sweet girl mom. I’m just…”

Myrah doesn’t know what she is right now. Her eyes drift to the various paintings and drawings around her room. The cheerleading trophies, and academic achievements. She understands why it feels like a loss of something to her mom. Maybe a quiet innocence that’s been stripped away from all of them now.

She’s either going to become a mom or make one of the hardest decisions someone can. Either way, she knows she can’t do it alone. Even if curling into a ball and hiding away is all she wants to do at this moment.

“I know you are upset, and you have every right to be but I need you and dad right now,” her voice cracks a bit as she feels tears in her eyes. “Because I really don’t know what to do.”

“Oh, my love.”

Amal moves the teddy bear away and pull Myrah into her arms. She cries in her mother’s arms; she’s never felt more like a baby herself.

Her mom just rubs her back silently.

“Are you going to tell… the father? Does he know,” it sounds painful coming out her mouth.

Myrah just frowns and sniffles. “I really don’t know.”

They back to more silence till Amal speaks again.

“Is he hot at least?”

“Mom!”

“What,” Amal exclaims back. “If you’re possibly going to make me a grandmother this young, I would at least like to know that half the dna is coming from someone attractive.”

Myrah thinks about a sweet half smile, and shy blue eyes.

“Yeah, mom. I think he’s pretty handsome.”

Amal sighs, and kisses the top of her head l.

“Well, at least that’s nice.”

Myrah wonders if she should tell her about the other thing. The worth a small fortune thing. She worries that would be implying that she would, or possible child, would be getting any of it. In the warmth of her moms, she decides to keep that part to herself.

For now….

#fools rush in au #myrah 🤝🏽 Helaena - being their mom’s dearest love #Amal is the disciplinarian if you can’t tell lmao #Gerald is a bit a softy with his girls :( (I see Aemond being the same way tbh) #I think Amal know how the world is set up especially for woc… she’s tried hard to set them up for better things #this news would honestly devastate her #in the beginning at least

[pekejscatbed]

Take my Lungs (3/4) | Craig x Kenny

Info/Warnings:

high school AU, brief mention of drugs and death (not related), Stan being sneaky👀, Kenny uses he/she, Marjorine uses she/her, Kyle uses they/them, Tweek uses he/xe

1/4 | 2/4 | 3/4 | 4/4

south park masterlist

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The first half of the school day goes by without incident and lunch time soon rolls around, the school halls immediately filling with famished teenagers and young adults. Kenny is one of these young adults, rushing to the cafeteria to get a school lunch with her friends (the food isn't very good- hasn't been since Chef died-, but even with a job, Kenny can't afford much else).

"Heya, Ken!" Marjorine greets the dirty blonde from the end of the lunch line, ushering her over. "Did'ya hear what happened to Clyde? Poor thing, I just feel so bad for him."

"No? Is he okay?" Kenny and Marjorine grab their food as the former responds, making their way to the table where Kyle, Stan, and Cartman are already sitting. Both blondes sit down, Kenny next to Cartman and Marjorine next to Stan.

"He tried getting back together with Bebe again, but she's already dating someone else! Y'know Red?" Kenny nods: the whole town knows each other. "Well apparently, her and Bebe are girlfriends now. They're actually really cute together!"

"Are you talking about Clyde?" Cartman asks after swallowing his food. "Oh, mah god, he was totally crying after Bebe rejected him! It was hilarious! You had to be there, bro!"

The rest of lunch continues pretty much the same way, everyone gossiping about what happened in their morning classes. That is, until the last ten minutes when Stan abruptly stands up while looking at his phone.

"Sorry guys, gotta go." The raven-haired teen mutters to his friends, pushing the rest of his lunch towards Kenny without looking then immediately leaving the cafeteria (Cartman snatches the tray from Kenny before he can even look at it).

"Well, that was weird." Cartman points out the obvious through a mouthful of food. "Should we follow him?"

"Nah, he's probably gonna suck face with the guy he won't tell us about."

"Kenny!" Kyle glares at the blond, though knows they can't disagree. "Stan will tell us when he's ready."

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Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick- briiing!

Finally! Kenny grins to herself as the last bell rings, shoving his stuff into his bag and rushing out of the classroom to go find Tweek.

The ex-caffeine and meth addict is at xer locker, where Kenny knew xe would be, shoving ridiculously thick textbooks into the small box of metal (with the help and encouragement of his friends, Tweek is now almost three years clean (minus the few relapses, but Tweek tries not to dwell on that- relapsing is an important part of recovery, after all) and looking much healthier than before, his elementary school chub back and filling out all the right places).

"Tweekers, hey! Ya almost done?"

"I thought I told you not to call me that?" It's a mix between a question and a statement as Tweek shuts his locker door, turning towards the other blond. "Yeah, I'm done. Come on."

"Y'know I'd stop if ya really hated it." With a grin, Kenny follows Tweek to the school parking lot and into the latter's car so they can carpool to Tweak Bros Coffee like they always do, where the two blonds find none other than Craig Tucker ringing up an order.

"I didn't know you were working today, Craig." Tweek joins Craig behind the counter, tying together the back of xer apron (Kenny just stares at Craig, attempting to determine whether the raven-haired male actually remembers yesterday or not). "Where's mom and dad?"

"Needed something to do today." Craig shrugs, making eye contact with Kenny and raising an eyebrow before turning around to put together the customer's drink. "Was either make money or get yelled at by Thomas. And your parents said they were goin' on a date, figured we'd be fine without 'em."

Kenny turns away from the counter, deciding if he tries talking to Craig now, she'll be late for her job, and makes her way to the back to change into her uniform: a white, collared dress shirt and a black tie, topped off with a red, sleeveless vest (all of which he got from South Park's only thrift store, Sloppy 2nds). She's supposed to wear black slacks as well, but the skirt she's wearing is much comfier and it's not like anyone will be able to see anyway- the ticket booth only shows from the waist up.

"I can leave my stuff in the back, yeah?" Kenny pokes his head out from behind the 'Staff Only' door, then his whole body; Tweek nods. "Swag! Thanks, Tweekers!"

Tweek groans at the nickname, and at the same time, Craig snorts.

"'Swag'? Really, dude?"

"Swag." Kenny grins as she walks to the front of the store and opens the door, only to turn around, looking directly at Craig. "I'll see ya after my shift, yeah, Tucker?"

Said Tucker gives a brief nod, and with that, Kenny is out the door.

#crenny #craig x kenny #kenny x craig #craig tucker #kenny mccormick #genderfluid kenny mccormick #south park #south park fic #stan marsh #eric cartman #kyle broflovski #marjorine stotch #butters stotch #leopold butters stotch #tweek tweak #bebe stevens #red mcarthur #Bebe x red #red x bebe #clyde donovan #chef south park #jerome mcelroy #south park chef #Kenny Writes Shit

[torturing-characters-101]

Hello! So, in a situation where IV fluids aren’t an option (fantasy-ish setting, but no actual magic), what would be a good way to keep someone who is unconscious or mostly unconscious for a long period of time hydrated? I know you can’t just pour water down their throat because the choking reflex doesn’t work when unconscious. (Correct me if I’m wrong please!!! Im dredging up high school physiology here, combined with some googling and I know neither memory nor google are always reliable.). Anyways, what could be done in that scenario? (Think like, 5 days??? (Because fantasy) I’m still figuring out the details.). THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!<3

Well there is a way- a great way in fact. But you're not gonna like it.

Essentially you give a slow water enema.

It's a practice called rectoclysis, and it's actually very real (though rarely used where there IV therapy available), and pretty safe. The colon's #1 job is to absorb water from poop, so if you put a small tube in the rectum (an actual enema tip or foley catheter works great, though you can absolutely use other things) and slowly instill liquid, the colon can suck that stuff straight back up into the blood. As long as it's slow, you can instill enough fluid to keep a person alive and well hydrated (barring extreme dehydration from, say, intense vomiting or sweating, though it will certainly help- also this won't work to keep someone with diarrhea hydrated for obvious reasons).

Unlike IV rehydration, which requires a sterile solution with sugar or electrolytes in it, rectoclysis can be done with plain water- even slightly brackish water or water you wouldn't want to drink. This is because the colon is really good at being choosy about what's poop and what's water. However, you should keep in mind that some things- particularly drugs- do cross the colon membrane and enter blood- which may or may not work for your needs.

Some examples include acetaminophen/paracetamol (which can be given as a suppository, and tbh works a lot better than oral acetaminophen due to the fact that a lot of acetaminophen is lost through first-pass metabolism, which is skipped in rectal administration), caffeine, alcohol, many benzodiazepines (which are given rectally to stop seizures), and antihistamines. These don't have to be given in a specific rectal formulation to work, either- just avoid sugar or sugar alcohols like sorbitol or you're in for a lot of poopand not a lot of hydration.

I mean, if your fantasy setting has the technology for a feeding tube (tube from the nose or mouth to the stomach) you should probably go with that (then the person could get nutrition too by pureeing whatever food they have and throwing it down the tube, but anyway), but rectoclysis doen't get talked about all that much these days and it's a shame.

#whump reference #writing reference #rectal rehydration #rectoclysis