#the light in my room is dim enough to be comfy but also

[hungryhyena]

cooldown tiger gal w some new pens

#the light in my room is dim enough to be comfy but also #dim enough to make color photos impossible lol

[slytherinshua]

MATCHING DINOSAURS

genre. fluff. warnings. kissing. pairing. anton x fem!reader. wc. 1k. a/n. @eternalgyu here's ur anton delusions <3

“I have a present for you!” You said excitedly, pushing Anton’s back towards your bedroom.

“What is it? Should I be scared?” He looked back at you, bewildered, but still allowed you to drag him towards the bedroom door.

“Why would you be scared? It’s cute, I promise.” You reassured him, pulling out a gift box from the closet and setting it on the bed. Anton sat down beside you, peering curiously at the medium sized blue wrapped box.

“It’s not even my birthday…” He mumbled with a laugh, picking up the box.

“Just open it!” You urged him, getting impatient to see his reaction to the cute present you had picked out at the store earlier.

Anton was soft and pure, so warm and gentle to everyone and everything that he didn’t even know how to raise his voice. He probably couldn’t even hurt an ant. Knowing this, you should’ve predicted that he would be the type to unwrap the present slowly and carefully to make sure the wrapping paper didn’t rip. He picked at the tape that was holding the paper together carefully until it separated from the box. 

It was a little endearing to watch, but also tested your patience even further. You were so excited to see his reaction and to see him use the present that you could barely think of anything else. But one of the things that had improved once you had started dating Anton was your patience, so you sat and waited as he unwrapped the present at his own pace. 

“You’re making me nervous by staring so hard.” He laughed shyly, his cheeks flushed as he finally slid the wrapping paper off the box, successfully saving its form without ripping it so it could be reused on another occasion. 

“I can’t miss your reaction.” You muttered, leaning even closer to stare even harder which caused both of you to giggle. 

The anticipation in the room was probably absurdly high for the occasion, but something about this little gift that you had gotten for him on a whim was exhilarating for both of you. You may have just been in your crappy small apartment, the lights dimmed to save electricity and the space running a little colder to save on the heating bill, but it still felt like it was one of the most precious moments of your life.

Your boyfriend slid off the lid of the box, revealing the contents of it. His face broke out into a huge smile once he saw what it was, quickly turning to face you again with his excitement. You smiled satisfactorily. This was the reaction you had been anticipating all day.

Anton picked up the set of pyjamas from the box, still admiring them carefully. They were a light green colour with a cute print of brachiosauruses all over in a darker green. When you saw them in the store, you immediately had to buy them for him. There was no way you would be able to leave them hanging on the rack.

“Guess what else?” You prompted. Anton turned to you, humming curiously in response, still holding his pair of pyjamas in his hands.

You pulled out another pair of pyjamas from your dresser drawer and held them up. These ones matched Anton’s, but were pink with triceratopses instead. You grinned and he giggled.

“They’re cute.” He commented, blushing at the thought of matching with you.

Once you were both changed into the comfy new pyjama sets, you settled down to watch a movie which had been your original plan for this evening. Cuddled next to Anton would always be your favourite place to be, tucked comfortably under his arm. He rested his head on top of yours. Your eyes were stuck on the movie screen while his eyes were closed, enjoying the pleasant scent of your hair.

“Did you get new shampoo?” He asked in a whisper, catching your attention enough for you to look up at him.

“Yeah. Is it good?” You smiled up at him, your eyes crinkling slightly— the sight made Anton’s chest feel warm.

“Smells like grapefruit.” He noted, breathing in the scent again, smiling against your hair, his nose buried in it. The feeling made a million butterflies start to dance in your stomach. 

You both focused back on the movie, watching mostly in silence, though sometimes you or Anton would let out soft giggles at something funny in the movie. Time went by quickly and before you knew it the end credits were rolling on the screen. Anton reached over to grab the remote and turn off the screen while you just snuggled deeper into the soft blankets you both were under.

There was a bit of a shift as you both got comfortable and ready for sleeping. You liked to fall asleep in a position that was still close and cuddled up to Anton, but at a distance where you could still look at him for your last whispered conversation before finally falling to the depths of your dreamland.

Anton smiled at you, cheek squished adorably against the pillow, his left hand resting against your waist and tracing the small pink triceratops on the fabric of your pyjama pants.

“Thank you for the present, lovely.”

“They were too cute not to get.” You grinned, eyes closing as tiredness swelled through your body. You loved falling asleep next to Anton, and you could feel the drowsiness taking over quickly.

“Don’t fall asleep yet.” Anton whined softly. You forced your eyes open to catch his pout before they fell shut again.

“Why? I’m tired.” You mumbled.

“You haven’t given me a goodnight kiss yet.”

You laughed softly at his response, “Come get your goodnight kiss then.” 

It didn’t take long for Anton to take you up on your offer, giving you just a small gentle kiss on the lips before settling back down on his pillow.

“I love you.” You whispered to him, teetering on the edge of awakeness and slumber. You fell asleep before you could hear him say it back to you, but those 3 words followed you into your dreams for the night, bringing warmth to your chest and the perfect familiar comfort that was always an effect of Anton.

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[mikachacha]

𝙵𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚣𝚎 (𝙱𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝙻𝚎𝚎 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛)

Synopsis: Bada just couldn't resist after seeing you dance and makes you scream out her name in all the ways she knows how

Warnings: smut. shameless smut. little to no plot. Nsfw so mdni. Please im begging u

(A/N: soooo we're back with these things and we're gonna start 2024 right. Also this is based on the request I got from last year. This is the filthiest story i've ever done 🫠🫠)

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Fantasize

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"Oh hey baby! Perfect that you're home right now because.. There's something I wanna do with you." Bada could feel her cheeks heat up as she just came home and the moment she stepped inside the kitchen, she saw you sitting on the counter, dressed in one of those oversized coats with just lingerie underneath and those sexy, sparkly boots that she bought for you on Christmas.

"Oh yeah? And what's that something my pretty baby wants to do?" Bada asks, smirking as you get off the counter and walk towards her. She placed her arm around your waist and pulled you closer to her, an action that made you chuckle and place a soft kiss on her lips.

"Oh you'll find out soon enough, darling. How about you head to the bedroom now and get comfy as you will witness a show fitting for a new year." you told her and Bada could feel her heart racing with excitement at the mention of 'show' since she knows it could mean only one thing.

She headed straight to your shared bedroom and sat on the bed after changing into fresher clothes. She almost jumped when the lights in the room were briefly turned off but then a dim, purple light emitted from the string lights the both of you had installed months prior after moving in together.

"Oh? So you are planning something grand.. I should have expected this." Bada chuckles as you finally showed up. You motioned for her to sit on the chair that you placed in the bedroom earlier and she sat there without complaint. You gave her a cute little smile before setting up your phone to the speaker so you can give Bada this new year gift that you specially crafted for her.

The song began playing and you began giving Bada a lap dance and some strip tease but you made sure that you don't spoil her too much before you could even reach the best part. You could see the excitement and lust in your girlfriend's eyes and you're pretty sure about what's gonna happen once you're done and you've pretty much said, 'fuck it' because you know too well it's gonna be worth it.

When the chorus came, Bada was pretty sure that she just passed away and went to heaven as you stripped all your remaining clothes while dancing on her lap. It was hypnotizing, the way your body moved to the music, the way you were singing along to it, it just awakened something feral deep inside her that she didn't even let you finish the whole routine when she just grabbed you by your hair and kissed you on the lips. It was hot, messy and just full of lust. She didn't pull away until you were both breathless.

"Now you've done it, pretty girl.. Naughty girls like you should be fucked hard and good until those lips could only scream out my name as I make you cum over and over again.." Bada whispered to your ear and just those words sent shivers down your spine and dampness between your legs.

Bada didn't even give you a chance to think of a witty remark as she unceremoniously carried you to the bed and tossed you like you're a stuffed toy. You shoot her a glare and she just smirks as she gets on top of you, pinning your wrists above your head as she claims your lips once more. When she feels that your lips have received enough attention, her kisses begin moving south to your jaw and neck where she placed not so few marks on the otherwise flawless skin.

You were moaning and writhing beneath her at that point. You just want to feel her lips all over your body and her fingers moving in and out of you, preparing you for the good fucking you know you're gonna get. Sensing your impatience, Bada let go of your wrists and held out two fingers in front of you. You could feel your cheeks burning still even though you've done this multiple times already. You shyly took those fingers in your mouth and began to suckle on them, making sure to get them wet enough for what's about to come even though you're pretty sure it wasn't that necessary from how wet you already are.

While Bada got you busy with her fingers, her mouth was busy toying and teasing your nipples, loving how you'd moan against her fingers or try to close your legs but couldn't since she was situated in between. The way your eyes would shut tightly as your back slightly arched whenever her tongue would lick those sensitive buds. She loves seeing you in such a state knowing that she's the reason behind it.

She pulls her fingers out of your mouth and lightly grazes it against your heated skin, going south until it finally reaches between your legs. You felt yourself shiver and you could swear that you blacked out for a second as she worked her fingers inside you while her thumb rubbed circles against your clit. It felt like heaven and hell at the same time.

"Bada, please.." you gasped out and she looked at you, grinning like the devil as her name rolled off your lips with such desperation as you were nearing that sweet, sweet release. Without saying a word, Bada adjusted herself until her head was in level with your crotch. She temporarily pulled her fingers out of you that got you whining so she can place your legs on her shoulders and without a warning, Bada ate you out like she has been starved for weeks and your pussy is her first meal.

Loud moans and whines escape your lips, you couldn't think straight. Your knuckles are turning white from how hard you're just gripping the sheets beneath you. You don't know if you want to push Bada's head away or lock her head between your legs as she continues to have her way. It all soon became too much, your body trembling as you felt waves of pleasure through your veins as your orgasm finally hit. Bada lets you come down from your high before pulling away and sitting up, licking her lips with a smug smirk on her lips.

"Thanks for the meal, baby." she teases and you just shoot her a look as you sit up as well. It was your turn to please her to which you did. You help her undress and worship her, placing kisses on the spots that get her hot and bothered then proceed to eat her out like her pussy's the most scrumptious meal you have ever received in your whole life.

Bada could only moan and grip your hair as she was getting close. It was such a turn on seeing you between her legs with those sparkly boots still on and eating her out like a feast. She could already think of how much she's gonna fuck you until the only thing that comes out of your mouth is her name and loud moans from the pleasure she's gonna give to you.

It didn't take long for Bada to cum and she immediately tells you to lie down on your back as she retrieves the strap on from the drawer and some lube as well. You obediently did what you were told and waited for her to finish your preparations, anticipation already building as you're now entering the main event.

"I'm gonna go slow, yeah? Just tell me when you want me to go faster.." Bada says and you nodded your head, holding on to her free hand while the other was guiding the strap on to your hole. You flinched a bit from how cold the lube felt on initial contact but Bada's thumb has found your clit again, rubbing circles and distracting you that you didn't even notice that she was already fully inside.

True to her words, Bada went slow and steady for you to get used to the feeling. She'd give you kisses, whisper sweet nothing to your ear until you finally told her to go faster and harder to which she complied.

"Fuck! Right there.. Oh shit.. Yes, right there Bada please!" you moaned out loudly as she kept hitting your spot. Bada grabbed one of your legs and put it over her shoulder and began to pound you so hard that you could swear you can see stars and angels, among other things behind your eyes from how good it felt. You were babbling, you were begging, your brain couldn't form any coherent thought except for that hot white pleasure seeping into every fiber of your being. You could feel your orgasm closing in until you couldn't hold it in any longer, her name escaping your lips along with moans as your orgasm crashed into you.

"Feel good, baby?" Bada asks as you calmed down a little and you could only nod. You're breathless and you feel like you're floating in cloud nine as you came twice already.

"Yeah.. Feels so good.." you replied and she places a kiss on your forehead before pulling out. You thought she was done but you were dead wrong. Bada flipped you on your stomach, holding you up by the waist as she entered you once more from behind. Your eyes rolled back as she began fucking you from behind. It felt so good that you don't know what to do other than just grip the sheets and moan out your girlfriend's name. It was wild, it was hot and definitely the best fuck you've ever had with her pulling your hair and sometimes smacking your buttocks as she rails you hard from behind.

You don't know how much time has passed or how many times you came that night. It all felt like a blur that when Bada was finally done with you, you only drank some water and fell asleep immediately with a tired yet satisfied smile on your lips. Bada couldn't help but smile as well as she cleans you up and dresses you in comfortable clothes before finally tucking you in with a kiss on you head.

"I love you, Y/N. So much.." she whispers as she soon falls into a deep slumber, holding you in her arms.

#bada lee #swf2 #bada lee x reader #swf2 x reader #bada x reader #lee bada #bada lee imagine #bada fanfic #bada smut #bada lee smut #bada lee x reader smut

[yourfavblondy]

RECKLESS

warning: mentions of injury

synopsis: a fight just like any other leads to confessions in the dark

It was just another normal night. You were lying in bed peacefully scrolling on your phone. Oh how naive you were. With the infamous Rindou Haitani as your best friend no night would ever be normal. A knock on your window interrupted your scrolling. You shuffled closer to let the intruder in.

To your horror inside stumbled a beaten up Rindou. He could barely walk and needed your help so he wouldn't fall to the ground. "Rindou..." you whispered helping him lay down on your comfy bed. "Stay there." you ordered before going to the bathroom to get your first aid kit. "Not like I can go anywhere." he chuckled, but his laughter quickly died down and was followed by a painful groan. Not even a minute later you came back into the room standing next to him. "Um can I unbutton your shirt?" you asked awkwardly. You just hoped that the shadow cast over your face provided you with enough protection so that he wouldn't see your red face. Sure Rin had been to your apartment plenty of times to get patched up after fights but it was never this bad and you never ended up in a situation where he needed to unbutton his shirt. Usually he would let himself in and ask you to help him with small bruises, cuts, scrapes maybe even a busted lip or a black eye but never something as serious as this. He nodded slowly and you unbuttoned his shirt. The atmosphere was heavy. Quiet and solemn. Nobody dared to utter even a word. The only sounds present in the room were the sounds of you rhythmic breathing. As you undid the last button Rindou let out a breath he didn't even know he was holding. Your eyes widened in shock in hurt to see your best friend like this. Bruises of various colour and size littered his torso. You tried looking in his eyes but he just turned his head the other way, ashamed. "You should see how the other guys look..." he tried lightening up the mood but nothing helped. You didn't answer instead you just applied bandages where needed and disinfected the open wounds.

After you were done you put the first aid kit back in its place before kneeling on the floor next to he bed. Your head rested on the bed next to his arms while you absentmindedly traced shapes and patterns on his open palm. "Rin you need to be more careful. You're too reckless. I don't want to loose you, you mean too much to me. Please Rindou promise me you'll be more careful." you mumbled breaking the silence. "I promise. I don't wanna loose you either. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me. You mean the world to me and I'd do anything to keep you by my side. I promise I'll be more careful." he muttered. "I love you Rin." the words rolled off of your tongue so smoothly. You don't know where the confidence burst came from or what even made you utter the three words you've been keeping to yourself for the past nine months. They tore from your throat so easily it scared you. Your feelings were now out in the open and as much as it exited you it also teriffied you. What if that one phrase that should have never been spoken just ruined your entire friendship. Rindou didn't speak. Instead he sat up in bed and patted the spot infront of him motioning for you to sit down. You obliged sitting down with your legs crossed. The dim light perfectly illuminated his lilac eyes. Oh those eyes that made you swoon over him each time you saw them. Those eyes that kept you awake at night taunting your dreams. Those eyes that you wished you could look at every morning and every night for the rest of your life. Rindou gently grabbed your chin inching closer to you. His gaze flickered between your lips and your eyes before he finally closed the gap between you two trapping your lips in a tender and sweet kiss. It was intoxicating. That one touch alone sent electricity running through your body a million thoughts running through your head and a million emotions crashing down on you like a tidal wave. You were drunk off of just that one kiss, it was sweeter and more intoxicating that any alcohol you ahd ever tried. You couldn't get enough of it. So there you were kissing, giggling, smiling and laughing with your best friend. Well after this night he was probably something more than your best friend.

#rindou haitani #rindou x reader #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo revengers rindou #tokyo revengers #x reader #light angst #fluff #comfort

[heartz4wonnie]

under the stars.

jake x reader

authors note- i love jake sm ARHGSJK?!$

genre- fluff, jake and y/n are roommates, f2l

if someone were to ask you for the definition of the word “friendship” you would confidently answer with “friendship is what jake and i have” because it’s true. jake has been by your side for everything and vise versa. the two of you have done nothing but support each other through thick and thin, and now, both students in university, sharing an apartment, your bond only grew stronger by the minute. except if the word “friendship” also includes longing glances, lingering touches, and subtle flirting, that would also be an accurate depiction.

the both of you wrapped up for the night a few hours ago. jake took on the usual roll of cooking for the both of you, while you set the table and washed the dishes afterwards. the two of you spent an hour watching a random show that was airing on tv, and parted ways into your separate rooms with a softly whispered “goodnight!”

you were already in bed, tucked away reading a book in hopes your eyes would get heavy and you would eventually drift off into sleep. it was definitely taking a lot longer than you intended. looking over at your clock you were shocked to see it was already 2 in the morning. closing your book and setting it aside you begin to pull your blanket further up, scooting your body further into your bed until you heard two slight knocks on your door. “jake? come in”

the door opens slightly to reveal jake standing in his ‘too big’ black hoodie and a head of fluffy, messy hair. he was a sight for sore eyes and you thanked all the gods that the room was dim because if the lights were on, you were sure jake would spot your blushed cheeks. “i assumed you were up, i’m sorry if i woke you.”

you shook your head. “no you’re all good jake what’s up?” he steps into your room and leans his back on your desk. “i get it if you aren’t down but i could seriously use a drive right now. we could get in the car, and you could bring your blanket, and it’ll only be for a little while.” his eyes were pleading as he waited expectantly for your answer.

you chuckled and threw off your blanket “i’m down. couldn’t sleep?” jake shook his head as he grabbed a hoodie from off your floor, pulling it over your head. “nope. believe me i tried. my mind keeps wandering off to that pile of work mr. kim assigned and i…” jake pauses and fakes a shiver making you laugh. “no i totally get it” you say leaving your room, with jake following close behind you, grabbing the keys as your reach the door.

“i’m so sick of him. all of this work is just piling up and i just can’t keep up with it.” you roll your eyes. jake opens the door allowing you to step out first, then closing it behind him. “we’ll get through it together y/n. just like we always do.”

you feel your heart swell at his words and you smile up at him, feeling so grateful for his existence. “let’s go.”

the drive was peaceful. with the windows rolled down, the two of you circled around town before jake decides, “you know what. i know a place.”you looked over at him confused but decided not to question him.

after parking the car, jake leaves the drivers seat and heads to the back opening up the trunk. “jake? what are you doing?” jake says nothing and just heads to your side of the car, opening the door, holding out his hand. you take it and let him lead you to the back of the car, gasping when you see what he prepared.

the trunk was decorated with all kinds of comfy pillows and blankets, string lights lining the sides illuminating the area with just enough light. it was like a scene from a movie. “jake..what is this?” he climbs into the trunk and sits patting the space next to him. you climb in after him and cover yourself with a blanket leaning into your best friend.

placing an arm around your shoulder he responds. “i figured this was something we both needed considering the amount of stress we’re experiencing.” you tilted your head up slightly to look at him, so truly thankful to have him in your life. and that’s just what you told him. “i’m so happy you’re apart of my life jake.” he leans his head on yours and softly says “i wouldn’t rather be anywhere else.”

you turned away from jake to admire the scenery around you. the open field felt on going. the land looked as if it kept running on, never ending. you looked up to see all the stars that dotted the sky. they all casted a light down onto the grass, making everything look so magical. “thank you for bringing me here.” you whispered

“anything for you.” you looked over at jake, a little shocked. you tried to search for any hint of sarcasm in his face but all you could see was sincerity. making eye contact with him you don’t fail to notice the way his eyes trail down to your lips.

leaning in slightly, jake pauses “is this okay?” you nod “more than okay”. with that jake closes the space between the two of you and your eyes close, feeling the sensation of his lips against yours. the two of you molded into each other, jakes hands on your waist, yours on the back of his neck and in his hair. pulling away, lips parted and slightly swollen, jake giggles and pulls you into a hug, and the two of you stay like that. two lovers, under the stars.

#jake sim #jake x reader #enhypen fluff #enhypen imagines #enhypen x female reader #enhypen #enha fluff #kpop scenarios

[mmingooo]

soft thought #2 || lee minho

warnings: mentions of wine.

pairing: lee know x gn!reader

notes: this was mainly inspired by this (@lino-nyangi), and this video of minho and changbin.

also this kinda similar to this previous post of mine if you know, you wanna read it and reblog it and comment idk 🤷🏻‍♀️:D

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please make sure to reblog and if you want to, drop a comment!

(also, this is kinda shitty but let's pretend it's really good 😁👍🏻)

you had arrived home after a long and exhausting day a few hours ago. you decided today was the day you’ll do some self-care since you haven’t had the time to for the past few weeks and you felt like you needed to disconnect from your busy and stressful night.

so after showering, having a simple dinner, and putting on masks, you found yourself laying on the couch, with a glass of wine in one hand and a book you’ve been meaning to read for the past month in the other.

there was jazz playing in the background and the lights were dim, attributing to the calming ambiance you needed.

it was almost 10 pm when you heard the door of your apartment, you didn’t even attempt to look up from the pages of the book in your hand, the page you were reading being too interesting to tear your eyes from it and also, you were sure that the person who just walked in was your boyfriend.

you heard him drop his keys on the plate that was placed on top of the little table you had next to the front door and heard his shoes being mindlessly thrown on the floor.

he walked into the living room and spotted you laying on the couch and smiled to himself, you looked so comfy and cuddly that he couldn’t stop himself from walking up to you, taking your wine glass out of your hand, placing it in the coffee table and laying his entire body on top of yours.

“um… hi?”, you greet him, your arms automatically wrapping themselves around his shoulders as he snuggles against you, placing his face in the crook of your neck.

he doesn't respond to your greeting and lets out a sigh of contentment.

“don’t you wanna lay in my bed? i’m sure it's way comfier”

“are you kicking me out?”

“um, no?”

“are you comfortable?”

“are you comfortable?” you ask him while stroking and scratching his back and the back of his neck.

“why do you ask?”

“because you're literally laying your entire body on top of another”

“do you feel uncomfortable when you lay on top if me?”

“nope”

“then there’s your answer”

after a few seconds of you staring at him waiting for him to get up and tell you he was only joking, you went back to your book.

you eventually heard minho’s soft snores, and decided it was enough reading for today, so you marked the page you were at, placed the book aside and got comfortable, knowing you probably won’t be moving from the couch until minho decides to move.

im like really debating on whether or not i want to post this because i’m not sure this is good enough, but OH WELL, i guess if i don’t like it, i’ll delete it later 😁

#ꕥ stray kids #ꕥ lee know #stray kids #stray kids soft thoughts #stray kids fluff #stray kids soft hours #stray kids lee know #lee know #lee know x reader #lee know x gn!reader

[cass-ass]

i am so happy i became a massage therapist. I love it.

i don't think i'd have been able to recover from autistic burnout otherwise. I also didn't even know I was autistic until a year and a half into the field, massage as a career actually helped me figure it out cause it helped me calm down and be able to take care of my needs.

like this job was basically made for autistic people who are touch friendly:

have dim lights constantly

soothing music- I can also choose my own music in the room I work in

everyone is quiet and talking is soft (usually)

I can wear whatever I want to work, but the more comfy the better. Generally I wear tshirts and nice lounge pants. Some of my coworkers wear yoga pants, or bright hippie-like pants.

I have to talk to at most 2 clients in an hour, at best 1 every 2 hours

I work half as much as other people (I work 20 hours a week, up to 29 if I need extra money, but I have to do that sparsely or else my body hurts too much)

I make 60% of the massage cost + tip so I can afford to work that 20hrs a week and still pay bills and buy some things that I want. The cost is the amount of time plus 10. so $70 for an hour, I earn $42, people usually tip between $10-20 so I make $52-62 an hour.

15 minutes between each massage where I am able to be alone and just clean the room I was using. I am able to calm down any sensory issues in this time. (I am not paid for this time, as I earn commission from the massages so I get about 16 actual paid hours per week)

tactile work where my hands are constantly busy and my sensory sensitivity actually comes in handy

pattern recognition helps me figure out how to help specific pain patterns

able to stand or sit whenever I need to. I can even kneel while I work. some massage techniques you do just from sitting and kneeling on the floor, such as Thai massage

the people that do talk to me during the massage generally tend to be neurodivergent. I get a lot of infodumps about interesting things and it can be pretty fun

the people I work with tend to be neurodivergent as well, usually undiagnosed older neurodivergent people, but one of my coworkers is just a year older than me and has autism and adhd too. We just kinda flock to the career cause it's comfy.

if I feel uncomfortable with someone I can reject them as a client. it's about safety and comfort for the therapist and the client. so if someone says anything homophobic or transphobic I can walk out and reject them immediately or I can stay quiet, get money for the work I have done and then reject them for future appointments.

I can also reject people who don't respect my time, such as people who don't show up for appointments or people who constantly show up 10+ minutes late and expect to get their full time. This can make me have a meltdown, and so I cut them out of my schedule if they want to walk all over it.

There are clear boundaries and rules that are outlined for the field. we have to take ethics classes every 2 years while in the field so everyone is on the same page about these rules.

school was 7 months for full time and could be done in a year and a half for a part time student. It was short enough that even as a college dropout, it wasn't daunting. And grades kinda mattered, but not to a point where I stressed myself out about things like I did with college. and a lot of grades were just based on participation and how well we could follow a physical massage routine that we learned.

and one of the best things:

I can work barefoot and no one cares.

#autism #autistic #massage #massage therapy #lmt #licensed massage therapist #my post #mine #personal #autistic jobs

[plothooksinc]

This is delayed, but I wanted to give others a chance to bite first; now seems good enough a time as any, though. /hops in your inbox like a goblin So NRFTW prompts. Give me a Casey and Leo scene, because hoo boy I feel like they have a lot to talk about. Setting-wise, I'd lean after NRFTW ends (because Casey has to be wondering where he goes from here), but if you have ideas for earlier that works too, I will eat any delicious food you give me. /chinhands

Not after NRFTW but one of the holes I was contemplating trying to fill because gosh Casey and Leo needed to have a conversation in here somewhere--

The moment Casey slid the door shut, all conversation from outside was muted to an indistinct mumble.  He leaned his head against the cool metal, eyes squeezed shut and misery in his chest.  The look on Raph’s face had spoken volumes, and Casey hated—hated­—treating him like a potential threat.  But he’d been burnt too many times before.  They all had.

Well.

Just him now. 

As if that helped.  He snorted and turned to face the room, wiping a hand across his face.  The lights were still off inside, rendering the bed and its occupant an undefined shape in the gloom.  Casey slid down to sit on the ground, head tilted back, and prepared to settle in for the night.

The sleepy voice took him entirely by surprise. 

“Csssey?   ‘zat you?”

Shit.  Had he just woken?  Or did he wake with the yelling earlier?  Or the literal assassination attempt--?  But Casey would swear Leo was still out for that one, because he was pretty sure nobody in their right mind would pretend to sleep through their brother trying to choke them to death.  But now that he actually heard Leo, there was no roughness to his voice; no damage, nothing but the slur of painkillers and recent sleep and some mild confusion, maybe—

He breathed out, suddenly relieved.  Raph hadn’t hurt him.  For Raph’s sake, as well as Leo’s, that was… good.

“…huh.”  Leo sounded doubtful, and shifted a little on the bed before he stilled with a faint hiss.  “N’mind.  Guess my sleep demons are carryin’ hockey sticks now.”

“—U-um!”  Casey shot to his feet.  “No, sorry.  Sorry, it’s me.  I just—wasn’t expecting you to be awake.”

“Oh good, ’m not going mad.  Hoorayyy.”  He heard the sound of a hand patting at the bed.  “s’a place to sit up here, you know.  More comfy.”

Casey obligingly shuffled across the room, finding the stool in the dim lighting cast by the monitors, and sat hunched by the gurney. “How are you feeling?”

Leo hummed thoughtfully, and said nothing for so long Casey wondered if he’d just dozed off again.  But eventually… “Still syrupy.  Prob’ly better that way.”  He took a deep breath and let it out, and Casey counted the seconds that he held it; four.  Nothing had changed.  (Or—well, how did one measure change when this Leonardo was younger than his Leonardo?)  

He was still stuck on the weirdness of time travel when Leo spoke again, sighing out the words.  “Raph okay?”

Casey tensed.  “…why wouldn’t he be?”

“Yelling,” Leo muttered, which didn’t help his stress levels.  Casey hunched closer to the bed, wondering how to tackle this.

“You heard that, huh?”

“Mhm.  Soundproofed medbay.”  He waved his hand aimlessly.  “Still doesn’t cut out that volume.”

The yelling had been a while ago.  If Leo had heard the specifics, Casey doubted he’d still be lying here so complacently, and he was silent, thinking through an answer.  Technically, Leo needed to be told that Raph was compromised.  But…

…now?  In the middle of the night while they were still trying to work out how to address things?  He knew very well how Leo would react if Casey told him the truth—or at least he thought he did. 

“I think he’s fine,” he said with just a sliver of confusion.  Because when everything was said and done, Sensei had also taught him how to lie, and he’d apologise for it later.  “Not unless, uh… TV rights?... are really upsetting?  They were fighting over the remote thingy.”

It was the right tack to take, and Casey relaxed as Leo gave a small huff of amusement.  “Sounds about right.  Who won?”

“…Mikey.”

“Mhm.”  Leo’s eyes drifted closed, but Casey could just make out a hint of a smile.  “Little brothers’re terrifying.  Gotta remember that.”

“I’ll do my best.”

And then Leo was out again—at least as far as Casey could tell—relaxing into the blankets and his hand dropping back down, and he figured he’d done the right thing.  No point in getting Leo stressed now when he was trying to heal, and he didn’t want to possibly damn Raph like that, not now.  Raph might be fine—he hadn’t really touched Leo.  And they were trying to find a solution, a conversation that Casey…

…wasn’t a part of.

Because they weren’t his turtles.  He didn’t have a right to tell them what to do, or what protocol in the future would have been.  Everything was different here, anyway; there was no actual invasion, this was just a—a loose end, a last spiteful trap, they could work it out, they could—

If Raph turned, would they have to kill him?  Would they be able to?  Would Casey have to be the one to take that weight?  Because he was the only one who truly knew how horrible things could become? 

(Would he even want to force one of them to kill their own brother?) 

And the guilt of even considering this, given they managed to get Raph back in the first place--

They got him back.  They broke the influence, it’ll be fine, it’ll be fine, it’ll be—

A finger poked into the back of his hand and Casey flinched away instinctively, hand yanked to his chest before he registered Leo’s heavy sigh in the dark.  “Can’t sleep if you’re thinking that loud.”

Oh.  He lowered his hand sheepishly, twisting it into the weave of his cloak instead.  “Sorry…?”

“Mnn.  Mutter.”

“…did you just say mutter?”

“S’not as if Donnie has a patient.”

Casey’s brow furrowed.  That made no sense, and he gestured to—well, all of Leo.  “He kinda does, actually.  What does that have to do with—“

Surprisingly, Leo laughed; a small, surprised sound that tapered off quickly with a wince, but he was still grinning in the gloom, eyes open a sliver.  “Man.  I guess that’s wasted on someone like you, huh?  No patents in the future.”

“But you said—“

“I know.  I actually do know that one.  I was…hmm.  Was future me better with words?”

Oh.  Oh.  Casey smiled back, suddenly on more familiar ground.  “Mostly?   You did a lot of, uh, rousing speeches?  I think you had to be.  But you’d mess up with Master Donatello sometimes.”

“Course I did,” Leo said comfortably.

 Casey narrowed his eyes. “He said you did it on purpose.”

“In the future, prolly.”  He was slurring again, and Casey neatened his blankets both for something to do and to kind of hint that maybe he ought to go back to sleep.  “Now, I’m not so good with, hmm, book words?  But I’m learning.”

“You did it on purpose just now, didn’t you?” Casey said mildly. 

“Didn’t say I didn’t do it now.  Just… sometimes I know, sometimes I don’t.  It’s a fun way to get under Donnie’s skin.”

Donnie gets too far inside his own head, Sensei had said once over a mug that said Pretend It’s Coffee on the side.  But he can’t help himself.  You gotta know how to get his attention.  Wanna know what really irritates him? 

They weren’t so different, maybe.  This Leo was younger and—well, more of a dumbass.  More of a kid, and that was allowed.  Still had the same tactics.  The same humour.

Still made the same sacrifices.

It was a mix of conflicting emotion that sliced through him in a way he didn’t know how to process—grief for his family left behind, guilt for the role he played on both sides of—of both portals—relief that, here and now, the Hamato family had survived, were still here—and yet they weren’t, not in the way that Casey remembered.  They would grow up to have entirely different lives now, and that was a wonderful thing. 

They wouldn’t grow up to be his. 

He recognised them all the same.  There was joy in that.  And grief of an entirely different kind.  (And terror, because Raph--)

“Thinking too loud again,” Leo whispered, and Casey shuddered, slumping down on the stool until he could rest his head on the blankets, one arm over his head and worrying at his hair for a brief, vicious moment before he felt thick fingers latch onto his wrist and tug that hand away.  “It’s okay, you know?”

“It’s not,” he whispered back, trying not to cry.  “You don’t even know what the problem is.  How can you say it’s okay?”

“Hmm…” Leo was quiet a moment, and Casey peered at him through his bangs, watching him blink, slow and heavy lidded.  “Lemme… try and rephrase that without sounding all mushy.  Invasion averted, right?”

“Right.”

“You did what you came here to do?”

“…yes?”

“So you’re done.  Good job.  But now you gotta deal with, um…  stuff.”

Casey frowned  “Stuff…?”

“Y’know.”  Leo yawned.  “All the stuff you weren’t thinking about while you saved the world.  Like a hero?”

“I’m not a—“

“You are,” he said, more firmly than he’d said anything else.  “But that’s not the point I’m… hmm.  When’s the last time you slept?”

…change of subject time, apparently.  The question was one he’d heard before; from the same person in a more worn timbre, and Casey half expected Sensei’s prosthetic arm to pick him up by the cloak and admonish him face to face, and when it didn’t happen he ached.  But his response sounded just as sheepish as the last time he’d been asked, maybe a week ago.  (Two decades in the future--)

“I napped a little.  With you here, um… not that long ago?”

“Uh huh.”

“…yesterday.”

“Uh huh.”

“I’ll sleep soon, I promise.  I’m not—“  He broke off, vividly remembering Donnie’s betrayed and exhausted face as Splinter shot him, sliding into oblivion.  “Not Donnie.”

Leo was quiet, long enough that Casey peered at him hopefully to see if he’d fallen asleep.  But instead, he was just regarding Casey with a thoughtful look on his face. 

“Donnie obviously loved you,” he said finally, and Casey blinked.  “He trademarked you and everything.”

And that made him laugh a little, quiet in the darkness.  “He trademarked his gear.”

“Yeah, but you wear it.  That’s…” He waved a hand.  “You know.  Good luck charm.  Keep you safe.  Or are you saying he didn’t?”

He shook his head vigorously.  “Of course not.”

“Mm.  I bet our Donnie will grow fond of you super quick, you’re smart like he is.”  Leo blinked again and this time his eyes stayed shut much longer before he forced them open to stare at Casey.  “I got distracted.  Good stuff too good.”  Casey gave a snort, and Leo grinned.  “The point is—you’re carrying a lot of memories and a lotta… exhaustion.  And now you have to put it down and sort through it, and… that’s hard.  And… it’s really hard to look at us and know we’re not—not yours, right?”

Casey had no idea what to say to that—his silence probably spoke for itself, and he didn’t want to fall apart here.  The med bay was not the place.  Leo hummed as if he’d received an answer, and his hand shifted to rest briefly on Casey’s shoulder before he let it fall on the bed. 

“I guess I’m saying it’s… okay to be a mess.  Pizza supreme, I would be.  Probably am.  Hmm… uh, anyway.”  He continued on, blissfully ignorant of Casey’s alarmed look.  “You don’t have to have it together, Casey.  Both me and future me asked way too much.  I’m sorry.”

“I’m not,” Casey said sharply, but his voice cracked.  “Not about that.  You did what had to be done both times.”

“At your expense.”

“And yours!”

“Shh, shh, okay--” 

Being shushed like a child grated, but his voice had started to climb, and last thing he needed was anyone outside coming in to check on them, so Casey quieted, glaring furiously down at the blankets.  He wiped a hand across his eyes, and when he spoke again his voice was thankfully controlled, if tight. 

“I made my own choice about your portal.  You don’t get to apologise for something he did.  You’re—“

He broke off, shocked at himself.

“Not the same person?” Leo suggested gently.

And Casey burst into tears.

----------

Leo let him cry it out, and it was somehow less embarrassing than it had been with Donnie—here in the dark with a witness that wasn’t panicking about it, but just let him be.  Or maybe Leo was too drugged to panic and had just fallen asleep again somewhere during Casey’s muffled tears in the crook of his arms.  The idea was both a little hilarious and devastatingly lonely to contemplate, and he looked up once to find Leo still watching him, still taking those long, slow blinks that said he was trying so hard to stay awake.  It made him feel a little guilty.  It made him feel seen.

“Don’t stop on my account,” he said mildly, and Casey hiccupped a laugh, cried some more, and took him up on his implied offer.

By the time he was done, his head ached and his face was hot and tight and his nose was all kinds of annoying, and Leo tapped him on the arm and pointed toward the bedside table; there were tissues on the corner and he pulled the box down to his level, trying to clean himself up at least a little, and so, so thankful that nobody had come in to bother them.

“Feel any better?”

“No,” Casey muttered.  Although he did, kind of—lighter, less pressure crushing down on his lungs.  He still felt flayed down to the nerve.  Like he could cry for another hour if Leo happened to say the wrong thing.  And it was Leo, so—

“Sooo… we’ll do this again sometime.”

That stopped him cold.  “What.”

“’m serious,” Leo murmured, swallowing as he closed his eyes.  “Have you… have you told anyone else what you told me?  Back in that tunnel?”

Which part?  Casey winced to remember what he’d said.  All we’ve got is this guy.  But—

He knew what Leo was referring to.

“No,” he said quietly.  “I thought… there’s no point now, you know?  I don’t think there ever was.  They don’t need to know how they—“

Died.  He stopped, glancing at the door as if it might sprout ears.  Donnie did know, now; in more detail than even Leo knew.  He didn’t want to share that again, not so soon.  (It occurred to him that his Donnie recorded everything.  He wondered if this Donnie did the same.)

“Mmm.  So don’t.  It’s a lot of weight to carry,” Leo said, voice soft.  “s’gotta hurt.  You can get snot on me any time, ‘kay?  I won’t hold it against you.”

Casey gave him a skeptical look, which was far better than bursting into tears all over again at the offer.  “You’re still healing.”

“So’re you,” Leo said simply.  “Besides, what else am I gonna do?  If you grew up with me, you gotta know I like being useful.”

His smile was a wan, thin thing in the dark.  “…yeah.  I do know that.”

“So indulge me.  Have a breakdown or three!”

“Sensei—“

“Ah--!” Leo’s smile lit his whole face up. “I’m still Sensei, awright, go me.”

And Casey couldn’t help it; he snickered into his palm before just letting his head hit the covers wholesale, muttering into the blankets.  He was so tired.  “You’re terrible.”

“I know.”  Leo yawned.  “You’ll get there, ‘kay?  I know we’re not yours, not in the way you want.  But you’re already kind of ours, so.  We’ll work it out.  It duzzennn…have to be today.”

Casey smiled a little, not bothering to open his eyes.  “You need rest.”

“So do you.”  Leo paused.  Casey heard another yawn, wide and jaw cracking, and then:  “Bet I can fall asleep first.”

He wouldn’t think that was a contest, with the amount of meds in Leo’s system.  But the side of the gurney was far more comfortable than other places he’d slept in the past, and Casey shifted his head a little to the side on his folded arms, already halfway there.  Crying himself to exhaustion.  He hadn’t done that since he was a kid.

…Leo had been there for that, too.  Worn but kind, and full of terrible jokes.

Casey missed him.

And Leo lost his bet, because he heard Leo’s last slurred words on Casey’s slide into oblivion, a soft mutter, good-natured:

“Maybe tomorrow, you’ll tell me what the yelling was really about.”

Casey hummed in response, too far gone to feel any more than sheepish.

#rottmnt #rottmnt fic #no rest for the weary #NRFTW ficlet #nekotsuki #sup I CAN'T WRITE SNIPPETS TO SAVE MY LIFE

[ghosttotheparty]

love me softly p17

part 16

Linda is already hugging Steve by the time Eddie gets to the front door.

Steve is laughing softly, hugging her back as she gushes to him, Eddie won’t shut up about you, you’re all he talks about, and Eddie lingers back, his face flushing with heat. Steve’s eyes meet his. They’re shining brightly.

“Hi, honey,” Eddie greets softly when Linda finally lets him go. She goes back to the kitchen, sending them a fond look as Steve approaches Eddie.

“Hi.”

“Alright?”

Steve drops his backpack to the ground and falls against Eddie, hiding his face in his neck. Eddie hugs him gently, sliding his arms around his neck.

“You okay?” he asks softly.

“‘M tired,” Steve mumbles. Eddie tightens his arms.

“Let’s go to Gareth’s room. His floor is comfy.”

“Is that the floor you were laying on when you hit your head on his bed?”

“…No.”

Steve lifts his head, smiling, and he reaches up to touch Eddie’s cheeks, tilting his face down so Steve can kiss his forehead gently.

“C’mon,” Eddie says softly, kissing him chastely before he takes his hand and leads him down the hall.

“Hey, lovebirds,” Gareth greets from his desk.

“Hi, Gareth,” Steve says lightly, watching Eddie collapse onto the floor and sit against Gareth’s bed. “What‘re you working on?”

“Statistics. I wanna die.”

Eddie snorts, holding a hand up to Steve, and Steve takes it, setting his bag aside and sitting next to him.

“You have Murphy?” Steve asks.

“Yeah.” Gareth turns around, straddling the back of his chair and looking at them, his arms crossed over the top of it. “He’s such an asshole.”

“He really is,” Steve agrees. “I don’t think he should have gone into teaching, he doesn’t know how to work with kids.”

“I think if anyone told him that, he’d a conniption.”

“Yeah, his head would explode.”

“Are you good at statistics?” Gareth asks as Eddie is pulling a notebook out of his backpack.

“No, I’m shit with numbers. Tommy’s better than me.”

Gareth sighs heavily.

“Never woulda thought I’d be desperate for Tommy Hagen to show up at my place.”

Steve laughs quietly. Eddie looks over at him, flipping his notebook open, and his eyes flick across Steve’s face. His smile is soft, his eyes just barely sparkling, and the light from Gareth’s overhead light is dim, but bright enough to make him glow a little bit. Steve looks at him.

“What?”

Eddie shrugs.

“‘M in love with you.”

Gareth groans obnoxiously as Steve smiles, and Eddie looks up at him. He’s dropped his head to his arms, his hair falling down like a curtain.

“You guys are insufferable,” Gareth says, looking up.

“Bigot,” Eddie says dryly as Steve snickers next to him.

“I’m not a bigot, I’m single.”

Steve is laughing now, giggling beside Eddie. Eddie just sticks his tongue out at Gareth.

Eddie leans against Steve as he works on his homework, tapping his feet on the floor and humming along with the music Gareth has playing from the cassette player.

Steve plays with his hair while he works, his fingers combing through it carefully. Somehow it helps Eddie focus, like Steve’s fingers are tugging his thoughts from his skull. Steve and Gareth talk a little bit, misting bitching about Murphy.

Eddie only looks up when he hears Tommy’s voice in the doorway.

“Hey, uh. Your mom said I could just come in.”

“Oh, thank God,” Gareth says dramatically, and Tommy blinks.

“Not the reaction I was expecting.”

“I’ve been third wheeling this whole time,” Gareth complains. “I’m in physical pain.”

A laugh bursts out of Tommy, and he looks over at Steve and Eddie. Eddie grins.

“My purpose in life is to be annoying.”

“I’m aware,” Tommy says dryly.

“Also Steve said maybe you can help me with statistics,” Gareth adds.

“Oh, yeah, sure.”

Gareth moves to the floor as Tommy rummages through his backpack, and Eddie sits up as Gareth explains what he’s stuck with and complains about Murphy’s lack of teaching skills.

Eddie sets his notebook and pen on his lap and stretches his arms up, groaning quietly before he lets one of his arms drape over Steve’s shoulders, pretending to be subtle. Steve laughs quietly and leans against him.

“You okay?” Eddie asks quietly, pulling Steve’s hair back. Steve nods, letting his head fall to Eddie’s shoulder.

“‘M tired.”

“I know, baby.”

Steve sighs, shifting closer, his eyes fluttering shut. He draws his knees up, curling into a ball against Eddie, tucking one hand between them and setting the other on Eddie’s belly, holding his shirt in a loose fist. His head shifts to Eddie’s chest, and Eddie carefully pulls his necklaces out of the way.

“You gonna take a nap?”

“Maybe,” Steve mumbles.

“You’re gonna fall asleep to Twisted Sister?”

Steve exhales sharply, too tired to laugh.

“‘M gonna fall asleep to your heartbeat.”

Eddie blinks.

“Oh.” His throat gets tight. “Okay.”

He keeps working as Steve dozes off, and he can feel the moment Steve falls asleep, can feel his body relax and go heavy, can feel his head shift as he nuzzles into Eddie’s chest. Eddie wants to tell him he loves him, but he wouldn’t hear it. (He probably would say it anyway if they were alone.)

Steve’s hair is soft between his fingers, and his breathing is steady, and even as Eddie works slowly through short answer questions and listens to Tommy explain statistics to Gareth, he feels like he could cry with how in love he is. Steve feels warm beside him, and small, like he shrinks down every time he lets himself be vulnerable like this, small enough to fit in Eddie’s chest.

Eddie sets his notebook aside when he finishes, and he carefully slides his hand over Steve’s. Steve sighs, pressing closer, his arm sliding farther across Eddie’s torso.

“Jesus, that makes sense,” Gareth says, his voice dripping with awe. “You ever think about being a teacher, Hagen?”

Tommy laughs lightly, shaking his head.

“Professor Hagen,” Eddie quips quietly. “Gotta ring to it.”

Tommy and Gareth both look over and find Steve asleep, cuddled against Eddie.

“How is he asleep right now?” Tommy asks, wide-eyed.

“He’s used to me playing metal all the time,” Eddie says fondly. He rubs Steve’s forearm gently. It’s soft.

“Are you turning him into a metalhead, Eds?” Gareth asks fondly. Eddie grins.

“He likes Judas Priest.”

“Nice.”

“What’s Judas Priest?” Tommy asks hesitantly. Gareth looks at him and grins excitedly, which makes Tommy recoil slightly in fear, but he still watches curiously as Gareth dives for the basket of tapes that’s stored under his desk.

Linda comes in as Gareth and Tommy are looking through the tapes.

“Uhm.”

They all look up at her. She’s holding a bowl of fruit.

“I thought you were doing homework.” She raises an eyebrow at Gareth, who blinks.

“We finished?”

“Hm.”

Her eyes find Eddie and Steve, and her expression changes, softens, before she places a hand over her heart.

“Ain’t he pretty, Mrs Gareth’s Mom?”

Tommy mutters Mrs Gareth’s Mom under his breath, and Gareth complains, “He’s been calling her that for, like, five years.”

“Very pretty, Eddie,” Linda says lightly. She flicks a grape at Gareth, who lets out a quiet indignant noise, catching it against his chest.

“Finish your homework,” she tells him.

“I did,” he says adamantly. “Tommy helped me with statistics.”

She looks at Tommy with grateful relief.

“Aye, thank you.” She tosses him a grape too.

“Your mom’s pretty cool,” Tommy says when she leaves.

“She’s something.”

Tommy keeps looking through the tapes, murmuring band names to himself. It occurs to Eddie that Tommy has had zero exposure to any of this except the Satanic stereotype, and that he doesn’t look particularly judge-y right now. Just curious.

“Megadeth?” he says after a while, raising an eyebrow. Eddie grins. “That sounds ridiculous.”

“Steve likes them,” Eddie says.

“He does?” Gareth asks, raising his eyebrows.

“Yeah, we made out to Peace Sells once.”

Gareth blinks, and Tommy looks at Gareth, probably because he doesn’t know how to react.

“How?” Gareth says, clearly judging. Eddie shrugs as best he can without moving Steve.

“We were distracted.”

“Alright,” Tommy dismisses, tossing Gareth the Megadeth tape. “Show me.”

Gareth beams.

They listen to music for a while, talking and laughing and teasing each other, and Eddie listens happily. After a while Steve stirs, pulling Eddie closer, pressing his face against him, and Eddie looks down at him, murmuring a soft, “I got you.”

“Wha’s time?” Steve mumbles sleepily. Eddie runs his hand down Steve’s arm and lifts his hand a little bit, looking at his watch.

“Almost seven.”

Steve groans, pushing his face against Eddie before he sits up.

He squints over at Tommy and Gareth talking, smiling softly before he squints started Eddie. Eddie touches his chin.

“You okay?”

Steve just looks at him for a moment, his eyes shining with an odd sort of blankness that Eddie doesn’t think is just his sleepy state. Eddie tilts his head, runs his thumb over Steve’s skin.

“‘M fine,” Steve says quietly before Eddie can ask again. He looks at his watch, pulling away from Eddie, and Eddie drips his hand. “Should probably go.”

“Can I walk you to your car?”

Steve seems to hesitate before, “Yeah.”

Tommy and Gareth say goodbye, and their eyes linger on Steve as he leaves. They seem to see it too.

Linda stops Steve on his way out, and he inhales as he turns to look at her, like he’s steeling himself, but she just puts a Tupperware container in his hands and tells him he can come back any time.

Steve looks at the container as he heads outside.

“That’s how she shows love,” Eddie says. “Feeding people.”

Steve smiles softly.

Eddie watches as Steve puts his bag in his car.

“Hey,” he says quietly. Steve looks at him. He looks tired. The setting sun is golden on him. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” Steve says. Eddie looks at him.

“Steve…”

“I’m fine, Eddie.”

Eddie blinks, almost startled. It’s not like he said it meanly, or angrily, but he still… snapped.

Eddie looks at the ground awkwardly, not knowing what to say, or what to do. Steve is quiet, and Eddie almost expects him to just get in his car and leave, but after a moment, Steve’s fingers find Eddie’s.

Eddie looks up at him, and Steve looks back almost intently, lacing their fingers and squeezing tightly like he’s trying to tell him something he can’t say out loud. Eddie squeezes back.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” Steve says. Eddie nods. He wants to kiss him, but just holding his hand is risky out here. Steve’s eyes flit across his face. “I love you,” he says softly.

“I love you too,” Eddie whispers. Steve stares at him, leaning forward slightly before he stops himself, taking a breath, and Eddie smiles, squeezing his hand.

Gareth is sitting upside down on his bed when Eddie goes back inside. Tommy looks up at him.

Eddie sits in the floor again.

“Is Steve, like…” He pauses, looking up at Tommy, who looks like he knows what Eddie’s going to ask. “Okay?”

Tommy sighs.

“Yeah, he just… gets like that when his parents are in town.”

“Like…”

“Tired,” Tommy says. “All the time. Distant, kind of. He won’t talk about it, but after they leave he goes back to normal. Gets better.”

Eddie nods and looks down, touching the carpet on the floor.

“He’s gonna be okay, Eddie,” Tommy says gently.

Eddie nods again.

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#dont! worry! #also i finally have the rest of this story plotted out #its going to be 22 chapters and an epilogue that I've already started writing and is already longer than anticipated #god bless #very stoked ab this #sorry updates are taking longer im working on so much stuff and uni is actually uni-ing now #rip me #anyway love u guys #mwah #steddie #steddie fic #steddie fanfic #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #steve harrington #steve harrington fanfic #stranger things #stranger things fanfic #love me softly

[biribaa]

Can I get some gaurdian x trans male reader fluff? If you're not comfy with that just gaurdian x reader fluff please :D

Guardian x Trans male! Reader

Scenario: You are the only human in the giant city full of robots, plus a trans man(swag) and your """FRIEND""", the Guardian, compliments your top scars even though he doesn't know what it is

This is my first time writing a reader that is specifically transmasc- But still I'm glad to have this request, I love writing new stuff :)

Because you offered me the reader as trans, I thought I should write something that has to do with that, because the information of the reader being trans would be useless. The idea of ​​"dysphoria" doesn't suit me well, I never thought it was a good idea to write about it, then my silly mad scientist mind said "Oh just do something cute n silly Biriba everyone likes silly and cute things. You like top scars, right? Write bout this then" Then i did

Also nice Chrissy pfp. Question: do u wake up?

As much as you are safe, with food and clothes, the fact that you are the only human still... scares you. A strange feeling of loneliness. You admit you miss certain people after the incidents, but... What matters now is now, and what matters is that you are alive, and with machine company.

After all how long have you been here? 1 year? Woah time goes by fast... At first it was difficult for you, you hardly had any kind of food or place to stay, but the rumors about you spread quickly. "Have you heard of the human?" "What does he want here?" "Will he be a problem?" Blah blah blah. At least that's what you thought they spoke, you didn't understand their language back then

Over time, the robots stopped looking at you strangely and started talking to you directly which I will mention again, you didn't understand anything of their language, so you just nodded . Some were curious kids, some were adults, there were even people offering you gifts! You started to feel much more welcome in this place than before

One of the machines that caught your attention the most was the Guardian, someone quite loyal and humble. Since you met him you already respected him, everyone obeyed him and after all he had a great spirit of leader, how can you not respect a guy like him? Plus! He was very kind to you and even offered to teach you some of their language so you could socialize, and you did the same so he could communicate better with you.

He said that he would be responsible for you, so you don't make any kind of "mess". And you're glad he said that, because nowadays you're roommates! You sleep in his house and in time Guardian has simply accepted that you will now live with him, and luckily you two have created a great attachment and trust with each other

You felt accepted and safe in this place ignoring the zurks, and you feel that's just what you need to stay in this place...

You positioned yourself in your supposed room that you shared with Guardian, and no, you don't sleep with him, the guardian gave you a mattress for you to sleep on the floor. Guardian had recently arrived, it was rare for you to see him at home, usually he doesn't even turn off to prevent get stressed about his role in the slums

It turns out that today you slept all day and didn't leave the house, the reason why you're shirtless and with sweatpants. You looked at yourself in a large rectangular mirror, wanting to prevent any kind of messy hair or rumpled face. You ran your hand through your hair and patted your face a few, right! You are now ready for social interaction with your partner!

You walked to the doorless entrance that led to the main room, with an old counch, but enough, and old tables in the corner with Guardian's utensils. You admit, the Guardian's house had an amazing aesthetic and the yellow lights and a but of blue lights with a little dim lighting maked it all better.

Your eyes stayed on the iron head that appears to be on the couch, which was free to be bothered by some friend. You smiled, and walked to the back of the couch, placed one hand against the fabric, and pulled all your weight to snuggle into the couch next to Guardian. He jumped and faced you with what appeared to be a shocked cartoonist-style face, your face showed otherwise, you chuckled

In your friend's case, he was without the red robe but still with the hat on, your silly human logic said he might be naked, but he didn't have any genitals so...

"Hi, hi friendo!" You exclaimed, of course, in the language Guardian was used to but obviously as I don't know that language and it's not even available in the translator mainly because it's fictional let's assume it's translated here, in the oneshot, but in the scene you and Guardian are actually speaking in that language

"What a surprise to see you, normally you do nothing all day and because of that I rarely see you" The Guardian joked, in a calm tone as his personality

"What– I should be saying this, you rarely see me because you stay at your job all day!" You argued with crossed arms, your tone getting "aggressive", but with the joke still in the air

"Yes, to protect you and others" He replied monotonously

You even opened your mouth to make one more argument, but you gave up, you weren't capable of debating with a good-hearted robot

"Ah... Dang it, you're a gentleman... You're lucky I like you" You leaned your back against the couch with a smile plastered on your face as Guardian turned his head towards you.

"And what would you do if you didn't like me?" The machine protested, his first impression was a neutral face

"Well I... wouldn't be your friend?" You looked at Guardian with one eyebrow up and one eyebrow down, your voice came out more hesitant than you imagined as you explained

And after the answer, Guardian looked at the nothing in front of him "Oh" A brief pause of a few seconds... "Devastating"

You gave a soft and low chuckle with the answer. You placed your hands over your head and comforted yourself on the couch with eyes closed.

And no matter what, of course you had to get the Guardian's attention, don't blame him... He can't help it, he can't get an explanation, he just has to give you all of his attention all of a sudden. Admiring your beauty? Why? You've only been friends for 1 year and you already have great intimacy and live together. Why would he admire you because of love? He has no time for love! He got a city to protect, he got you to protect

But you. You always have to muddy his thoughts in his artificial mind in one of his days of jobo. He should be mad about that, shouldn't he? Usually people get angry when someone bothers them, right? But why doesn't this happens when it's you? The person who somehow managed to liven up his life with your original personality and appearance?... ALRIGHT ALRIGHT, what if he was actually in love with you? Can robots fall in love? Would he have time for you? What would it be like to have a relationship with you? The main question... Would you by any chance accept his feelings? Will there be a moment where he can tell someone that you're his boyfriend? Or even his husband? A human and a robot having a romantic relationship... It feels like a fantasy to him, not because it's just any human, because it's you, the amazing and unique you.

Everyday. Every day it's the same thought that comes to the same conclusion of how much Guardian admires you. Of how grateful he is to have you as his friend, even though he wants the two of you to be more than friends, lovers. Every day he thinks about you as much as it doesn't seem like it. Your soft and smooth skin, no no no... The skin coming specifically from your hand, he wants to hold it, squeeze it and admire it, hold your wrist on a cold, dark night under the blankets, and then admire your veins, nails, and maybe even the body hair on your arms. Your hair, whether short or long, wavy or straight, it's something he's not used to, but even so, your hair is so good to... put his hand, to feel. And then– and then theres your eyes! And your personality and–– and– and!... Urgh...

Everything, everything about you makes Guardian happy. For him, you are everything. A miracle that happened to him

Guardian slightly turned his head towards you, it looked like you were or started to sleep, so it would be okay for him to admire you for just a few seconds, right? Wait... wouldn't that be considered wrong, would it?

IT DOESN'T MATTER! He was already admiring your face, how your nose fit the rest of your face, your eyelids(Bonus part for people with dark circles: Guardian noticed the dark smudges under your eyelid, he couldn't help but be slightly worried and wondering if it was any health problem, but even so, that was a hint of originality in you), your cheeks, your ears, your... lips...

And then, his head moved to your hand, remembering his secret desire to squeeze it. Feel your warm and veined fingers with his cold, metal fingers, you are the complete opposite of him and he love it

He took a quick look at your chest, not wanting to stare too long, no matter how much you are or at least appear to be sleeping, he was embarrassed to do that, especially to you

But, he noticed certain scars under your nipples

Several questions arose, what kind of battles did you participate in to receive such scars? How did your enemy hit you to make your scar look like this? Wait... Did you participate in battles?

Guardian felt 30 times happy. You? The person he most loves and admires sharing the feeling of a deadly battle? He could be smiling forever if he had lips and teeth, so he simply added a smiley face to his screen

"Did you... participate in battles Y/N?"

"Hm?" You muttered, opening one of your eyes and looking towards your friend

"You know, fights, I've noticed your scars and I'm... curious about your stories" Guardian queries "Of course, only if you're comfortable with sharing some memoirs, in my opinion these scars... they suit you"

"Scars? What scars-" You would question with both eyes already open, when realization hit your head "Wait–" You lower your head to your chest, spotting your set of cicayries "Are you talking about these?" You responded along with the sound of your laughter

"Yes" Guardian acknowledged

It didn't matter if maybe it sounded offensive, but you had to laugh at Guardian's naivete, but wait...you actually never told him that? About who you were, about your scars, your transition and all? GEEZ DUDE!

"Well uh– Oh! Yeah yeah! Those are battle scars!" You jested proudly, it was notable Guardian crossing his legs and putting his fingers together, making it obvious that he became more interested.

"Serious?" He questioned, you responded by nodding your head sterically

"Let's say... It was a battle for me to become who I really wanted to be!" You cajoled lifting a finger up while your free hand was on your waist, and on your face was a proud smile while Guardian seemed to be paying close attention

"Can you be more specific, for example, who were your enemies? Where did your battles take place? What weapon did you use?"

Okay seriously, you need to stop playing games with him. You rest your shoulder on the side of the armrest of the counch and cup your head in your palm of the supported arm and gave soft laughs. Guardian looked at you, and twist his head, as if the question was already on his face.

"You still don't get it, do you?" You said smiling

Guardian's on-screen face changes to his default face

You chuckled "Guardian i'm trans"

Guardian's head straightened again, it looked like he was processing the new information given.

"Let's say you are that gender, but you are not comfortable with that gender, so you change your gender to the gender you are most comfortable with." You smiled "And in my situation, I feel more comfortable with the male gender, and these scars-" you point to your scars on your chest "-it's a surgery I had to have a more masculine body."

You removed your arm from the armrest of the counch just as you took your head out of your hand, a brief moment of silence ensued...

This information only made you more and more interesting in the Guardian's "eyes". It's more information about you, the person he loves the most. Why wouldn't he be happy to hear good news about you?

"Ha... I don't know how I forgot to tell you this, but still I...uh...I hope you'll accept me" You told breaking the silence . Your tone of voice sounded much more serious than it normally is.

"Why wouldn't I?" He began, now with a smiley face on his screen "There's no problem with that. If you're happy with it, so am I." The simple words reached your heart almost immediately, and so, you eternally smiled.

You pulled Guardian into a hug, pressing your arms against your friend's metal torso, you nuzzled your head on his shoulder like a happy child after winning their favorite candy. It took a while for Guardian to respond to the hug and realize that you were actually hugging him, your body was so warm and comfortable, if he could he would hold you forever. He hesitantly placed his arms over you, and enjoyed the warm, and soft hug from his dear and lovely human friend.

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I admit, I'm cis and I was kind of anxious to write this and accidentally offend someone, as much as I've researched bout transmasc and top scars I'm still afraid that instead of making you comfortable, I maked u disgusted

If i did, i beg to yall be patient with me and not already point fingers at me saying im transphobic cuz i tried

BUUUT AT THE ORHER SIDE

I FOUND THIS PLOT ADORABLE JASJHSH i loved to write the big texts about how much Guardian loves you and blahblahblah JSHHDHSUWHS

Loved to write this

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[disabled-dragoon]

recently i've been trying to streamline a routine (starting to practice real pacing), and everything popping up is about sleep hygiene. the thing is, i can only leave my bed for about an hour a day, so the idea of 'keeping your bed for sleep only' is impossible. i can't move to the sofa for various reasons (can't find curtains that fit the window length, really bad quality sofa that hurts to be on, etc), so that's not an option. it's frustrating because i do have a hard time sleeping but a big part of what doctors and the internet is saying will help are physically impossible. are there any ways to practice sleep hygiene while bedbound or close to it?

(ps: can't get rid of the sofa, it came with the apartment)

Genuinely had not heard of the term "sleep hygiene" before this ask so thank you anon, you've made me learn something new XD

Now. I have gone away and done some research (a lot of which involved talking to my semi-bedbound mother) and I think I might have some tips. I hope they're useful to you!

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Bed Only for Sleep

You said the "bed only for sleep" option is impossible; that's completely understandable. My mother's bedroom doubles as her office space and living room 90% of the time so I understand the difficulty that can come with trying to develop a routine away from it. I asked her how she deals with it and this is essentially what she said:

Different positions help. When she's working she likes to sit up or prop her back up on a cushion/angled backrest when she's having a really bad pain day. So she's not lying completely down but isn't risking hurting herself by trying to move out of the bed. Sometimes moving slightly further down the bed (i.e. away from the general sleeping/pillow area) also helps.

Get dressed or at least partially dressed. Even just changing one thing instead of being in the same bed clothes all day can help. Gives them a chance to be cleaned and lets you feel fresher.

Make it comfy. (Wasn't much elaboration on this. It's just making it a space you feel comfortable being in both during the day and the night. Pretty standard stuff but might as well include it.)

Exercise:

A lot of sleep hygiene tips revolve around leaving the bed and the bedroom for regular exercise. I understand how difficult that is when you cannot leave your bed, however, there may be a way around it.

Stretching is said to be an excellent stress reliever before falling asleep. If you can, there are some light stretches you could probably do in bed- so long as you are willing and are able to conduct them without hurting yourself. It's probably best to see someone like a licensed physiotherapist or fitness trainer etc. about this, but there will be definitely ones you can find on the internet.

Here is a link for bedtime stretches that may be of some use if this is something that interests you.

Bedroom Conditions:

So you mentioned the curtains by your couch, but what about the curtains in your bedroom?

How well do they filter the light? How well do they dim the room on a night? Are they the right length? Are they easy to open on a morning/close on an evening? Light levels are important!

A dark, cool and quiet bedroom is apparently perfect for "optimal" sleep. I understand this may not be entirely possible but it's certainly something to consider if it is.

(If you don't already) Try and get into a routine of opening the curtains/blinds during the day and closing them on a night. Even partially open, i.e. enough to let a bit of natural light in, is good! Blackout curtains could be something to look into. And if you can, try sleeping facing away from any flashing/reflective lights. Also clocks. Ticking clocks can be a distraction when it comes to sleep.

And again, back to the "make it comfy" thing- make sure the room is somewhere you feel not only comfortable but safe in as well. Surround yourself with things that make you can easily use to entertain yourself during the day, and things that can help you to relax on a night.

General:

And just a few more things here because I wasn't sure where to put them:

You know the whole "don't use your phone for at least an hour before bed!" stuff? Well, it's a good habit to get into if you don't already and are looking for better sleep. If you do use a phone (or some form of technology before bed) try and replace it with something like a book or a puzzle etc.

My sleep schedule is and always has been pretty abysmal, but I found it improved somewhat when I switched to using a weighted duvet, and then a weighted blanket. Unfortunately, they tend to be a bit pricey, and I understand they're not for everyone, but it's an option to potentially look into.

A more radical suggestion: painting your bedroom walls a cool colour (like blue or green) can help stimulate better sleep. I'm not suggesting overhauling and decorating your entire sleeping space, but it is certainly a more radical suggestion to consider.

Try not to consume a heavy meal or a lot of caffeine before bed. But don't go to bed hungry or thirsty!

If you find you nap a lot during the day, try and break the habit. Find things to keep you occupied during times when you feel drowsy (i.e. a puzzle). It can make maintaining a consistent bedtime easier.

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I'm sorry if this is simply not relevant to you, anon, but I hope you got some use out of it and I apologise I cannot be of much more help. If anyone else would like to add/correct anything please feel free.

I wish you well and good luck with your routine!

#ask me anything #ask #sleep hygiene #sleep #help and advice #please add to this #disability #disabled community #chronic illness #long post #link #routine

[marvellouspinecone]

4, 11 and 18 for the TARDIS ask game please? ❤️

(gonna ask everyone what the round things are until we know)

4. If you were asked to design a console room, what would be a key element?

THE SEATS! Oh my god the seats! Apparently, i'm really passionate about seats in the TARDIS.

You can really feel their absence in Thirteen's TARDIS and it bugs me to no end, considering how much time they are supposed to be spending in the console room. It's just, it's supposed to be a place where everyone gathers and has a good social time together! Sit down and read a magazine with a cup of tea while the Doctor tinkers under the console! And now the Fam are forced to awkwardly stand around in every scene (which is a problem with directing i've noticed throughout the era, there's a lot of awkward moments bc the actors aren't given anything to do to make their acting more natural, like fidgeting with an object or SITTING DOWN) or sit on the stairs, which are rather removed from the console and AREN'T COMFY AT ALL.

Twelve's TARDIS was an ideal seat situation imo, it had seats, and stairs up AND down the main platform AND that upper gallery thing with bookshelves and additional seating. Lots of space to hang out! This is what the Fam should've gotten!

Now that i think about it, it makes a lot of sense for the Thirteen's era specifically, because the console room really reflects its respective Doctor, doesn't it? Thirteen's TARDIS looks lovely and warm and friendly, it makes biscuits, you wanna look around and explore. But when you actually enter and start looking, there's nowhere for you to linger. Can't even lean against a crystal column bc of all the jagged edges. It's like the space itself is ushering you along, effectively sending you to your room.

The lighting is warm and sets a cozy mood, but it's also extremely dim in most of the episodes (it was fine in like... The Ghost Monument, for the sake of a viewer getting a good look at new design. And that's it). Like, you have stuff to look at! I don't see shit! It doesn't have to be white and clinical like in classic who, Nine/Ten's and early Eleven's console rooms are a great example of cosy but well lit spaces.

Looking at the room i can't imagine anyone wanting to stay here for a chat and a cuppa, or especially choose it as a permanent hangout spot (can't read a book in the dark!). The space isn't conducive to socializing or emotional intimacy. It almost looks like it was intentionally designed so that the Doctor could be left alone tinkering (which is something no one else is interested in, apparently). Which reflects Thirteen's character perfectly. She's all smiles and rainbows, but behind the facade she is extremely closed off and secretive and emotionally constipated. She just doesn't want you to linger, she wants you around, but not long enough to become close or familiar.

Which, i think, is a part of why us thassies freaked out about that mattress in the console room. When the Doctor and Yaz were left alone, they finally started to transform this inhospitable room into a shared space of intimacy, they were spending time in there, making it comfy and cozy and suited for cohabitation! It wasn't made for this, there aren't any seats built in, but they made do, with this mismatched mattress feeling almost foreign in there, just like emotional honesty and closeness feels so foreign - but desirable - to them.

So yeah. Seats! And good lighting!

11. What's your favourite moment of someone falling into the TARDIS?

I don't really get this one tbh. I only remember two instances of someone falling into the TARDIS, and it was River both times. However, regardless of any moments i might not remember, my absolute favourite is River in Day of the Moon, where she jumps off the building and just trusts the Doctor to catch her. It just had visual appeal to me, with the TARDIS parked horizontally on the wall, and i have a lot of fun thinking about the gravity situation, since it should've shifted when River entered the TARDIS itself, right?

It impressed me so much that i even came up with an idea for a wholock crossover fic (John was the fobwatched Doctor, Moriarty was the Master who thought Sherlock was the fobwatched Doctor, and John/Doctor from the future saved Sherlock from his fatal fall using this exact trick and then erased his memories, Mary was a next incarnation of the Master who got close to John to gain Sherlock's trust... can you tell i came up with it in 2015?). I soon lost interest in Sherlock BBC but i later recycled this scene in a different fic i wrote for a friend. I just think it's the coolest concept ever!

18. What are the round things?

Ohhohoho, oh boy...

So i can only come up with boring answers, like "design element" and "occasional storage unit".

HOWEVER

My favourite version is this fic by rockymountainrattlesnake. I won't say anything beforehand. If i had to go into it blind so will you (however, tw animal death should be applied). I actually adore this author, their works include such bangers as a very serious scientific study of dick length depending on regeneration, that one time Ten contracted a disease from a fish while in 1969 and Martha had to make medicine almost all by her-fucking-self, and, my personal favourite, that one time the Doctor was done with the TARDIS' swear filter. (And a bonus one that i think you'll find funny, some more translation circuit shenanigans)

#capybara in an ask box #thank you sm for the ask! #i got derailed on all of the points but i had a lot of fun thinking about the questions! #thank you for compiling the list as well!

[leejungchans]

refrigerator light — lee chan

word count | 0.7k

pairing | lee chan (svt) x gender neutral reader

warning(s) | food mentions (lmk if i missed anything!!)

genre | fluff, humour if you squint, established relationship au, chan calls you angel bc i’m down bad for this man

note | purely self-indulgent, also bc i’m trying to get out some drabbles while working on longer pieces </3 i’m so sorry this is the first thing i’ve put out in 2 months ;-;

summary: “we’re dancin’ ‘round the kitchen in the refrigerator light.” — all too well, taylor swift

a/n: not me pulling this out of my ass at 6am bc i’m in my chan feels and i’m also v v sad that i have to miss their concert today bc of uni work hmph watch me drop out rn </3

Your eyes flutter shut as rain patters against the glass windows of your new apartment, paired with the enticing dimness of the living room, the gentle tapping sound serves as a lullaby lulling you to sleep.

Well, almost. Because before you can completely slip into unconsciousness, a loud clang sounds through the space, which is then promptly followed by hushed curses and panicked shuffling.

Lifting your head from the couch’s armrest, you crane your neck to turn to the adjoining kitchen, where Chan stands frozen in front of the open refrigerator, already looking back at you with widened eyes and a sheepish smile tugging at his lips.

“Sorry, angel. Did I wake you up?”

The way in which his voice comes out in a barely audible whisper, as though not daring to disrupt the tranquil silence that had previously been sending you off to dreamland despite you now being fully awake, draws a giggle from you.

“‘s okay, I wasn’t asleep yet,” you reassure, stretching your arms over your head before rolling off the couch and shuffling over to him. His arms open immediately to accept your warmth, and you quickly find yourself wrapped securely in his hold. “What are you doing?”

“Looking for a snack,” Chan mumbles dejectedly into your hair as you note the practically empty refrigerator shelves, “but we have nothing.”

Indeed, in midst of the chaos of moving into a new apartment—your first one together—neither of you had remembered to make a quick run to the store to stock up on groceries and, more importantly, late-night snacks.

“We can always order something.”

“At 2 a.m.?” he asks, shaking his head in disbelief. The movement causes his soft hair to tickle your neck, eliciting quiet squeals from you as you squirm to get away from the sensation.

“We’ve done much worse,” you remind him between gasps of air, remembering nights when either of you would stay over at the other’s place to pull all-nighters for exams, nights that involved stuffing your faces with pizza at three in the morning and passing out still sprawled on the ground, a sight both your roommates have encountered far too often to consider it odd.

“Mm, maybe later,” Chan says, dropping a kiss to your shoulder as his arms adjust slightly around your waist, “I’m too comfy to move right now.”

“At least let me close the door, we’re wasting electricity,” you laugh. But he’s stubborn, and he doesn’t let go, so you’re left clumsily inching the both of you backwards to put enough distance between yourself and the refrigerator.

Chan seems to have other plans, because one of his hands leave your torso to hold the door open. When you look over his shoulder to shoot him a questioning glance, he merely sends you a lazy grin. “You look pretty in this lighting.”

“Does this mean you’re footing the electricity bill this month, or…?”

As though on cue, the refrigerator begins emitting warning beeps, a reminder for you to close the doors in case you’ve forgotten, only this time it’s a choice rather than a moment of negligence. The shrill noise seems to do the trick; Chan reluctantly pushes the door shut, plunging the living room back into silence.

Turning you over in his arms, his hand finds your cheek, softly stroking the skin with his thumb while the other rubs small circles on your hip. His gaze flits over your entire face, as if trying to commit all your features to memory for eternity.

“Can we try something?” he breathes out, voice dripping with nothing but fondness for you. Upon your nod, he speaks again. “Dance with me.”

“Here?”

“Here.”

“But there’s no music.”

A gentle shake of his head, an endeared smile, warm hands guiding your arms to encircle his neck. “We don’t need any, angel. Just follow my lead.”

So there you are: two figures swaying to a rhythm secret to anyone else, under the glow of the kitchen light in a humble abode shared between two lovers whose love for each other runs as deep as the ocean goes, shadows dancing along bare walls soon to be lined with picture frames of cherished memories.

You smile guiltily when you accidentally step on his foot. “Sorry, looks like my dancing’s never improved despite all these years of knowing you,” you comment, zeroing in on the tiny piece of fluff on his sweatshirt and blissfully unknowing of the pure adoration swirling in Chan’s eyes as he gazes at you.

Soft lips press against your temple. “I don’t care, I don’t care as long as it’s you I’m dancing with.”

mood rn:

also to me ‘refrigerator light’ has the same energy as ‘answering machine’ and now i can’t stop giggling send help

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[messers-moony]

So Perfect 2 | J.P

Paring: Young!James Potter X Fem!Lupin!Reader

Summary: James falls in love with a bookstore called, Lupin’s Library, and can’t believe what they’re going through. 

Preparing for a date seemed easy enough, except when it’s with a twenty-five-year-old man that already has a child. Granted, the twenty-five-year-old man was handsome, very handsome; maybe that’s what made this so hard. Every dress that she tried on didn’t seem to fit or didn’t seem to look right. 

Y/n was looking at her appearance in the mirror when a light knock was heard on her door, “Come in!”

Remus almost dropped the tea he was holding for her, “You look spiffing.”

“Spiffing?” Y/n crossed her arms with a stupid smile, “That’s all you could come up with?”

“Dashing, beautiful, gorgeous?” Remus shrugged, “I'm not good at this whole thing. ‘S why I’m into blokes, remember?”

Y/n hummed, reaching for the tea he was holding for her, “Thanks, Remmy.”

“No problem.” He replied, taking a seat on her twin bed, “So, are you excited?”

“Nervous.”

“Nervous?”

“Yeah, I mean, he’s already got a child, Rem!” Y/n said exasperated, “If this goes well, then he’ll expect me to be Harry’s stepmother, and I’m not sure I’m ready for that.”

Remus placed two hands on his shorter sister's shoulders, “You’re going to be fine. No one is more prepared for that than you are.”

“I’m regretting this.”

“If you don’t go on this date, then I’ll never call Sirius.” 

“That’s not fair!”

“It is.” Remus replied, “How about this-”

“Oh no, you only do this when you know you’ll win.” She murmured. 

Remus smirked, “If you go on this date and have fun, I’ll ask Sirius out. If you don’t go on this date at all, I’ll block his number.”

“But you and Sirius are perfect for each other.” Y/n whined, “And so are you and James.” Remus countered. 

Y/n pouted, and Remus smiled, “Now go have fun on this date. James is waiting outside.”

“Are you shitting me?!” 

Remus laughed, “Nope!”

Y/n scrambled to grab her things, and Remus watched amusedly, “You’re the worst, Rem!” She yelled as she began to leave the bookstore. 

“Love you too, sis!”

The door closed behind her, and she was releasing breaths of air. James turned to see her out of breath and a flush on her cheeks. It made him smile. She looked absolutely breathtaking too. Y/n’s hair was styled, and her dress looked dashing on her. James offered her his hand, and Y/n took it with a gentle smile. 

“Sorry for making you wait.” Y/n apologized, “Rem was no help.”

James chuckled, “It’s fine.”

James opened the car door for her, and she got in. Instantly she felt out of place. Y/n hadn’t been in a car since high school and ever since then had taken public transportation or walked. She and Remus didn’t have money for a vehicle, so they made do with what they had. The seats were black leather, and the car didn’t have a spec of dirt on it. 

He got into the driver's side of the car smoothly and took notice of Y/n’s awestruck expression, “I take it you like my car?”

“I’m sorry.” Her expression turned sheepish, “It’s been a minute since I’ve been in a car.”

James quirked an eyebrow, “Remus and I walk or ride buses to get by.”

“Well, I’m glad I could be with you for your first experience back.” They both laughed. 

It was so easy with James. Conversation flowed like water, and the air was light like clouds. His hand went from the shift to intertwine his fingers with hers. Y/n’s face flushed, and James smiled genuinely. James couldn’t remember a time when a girl made his heart race and butterflies fill his stomach like this before. 

When they arrived, Y/n was starstruck. It was fancier than she thought. Her heart pounded, and insecurity filled her body. James made his way to her side of the car and opening the door for her again. He helped her out of the car and felt her hand tremble just the slightest bit. 

“You look beautiful.” James assured, “No need to be worried.”

Y/n swallowed thickly, “Hey,” James turned her face to his, “If I thought you were underdressed, I would’ve told you. You’re gorgeous, and I think you’ll be the prettiest girl in the room.”

“Thank you.”

He gave her another one of those beautiful smiles before walking up to the hostess, “Name?”

“Should be under Potter.”

The hostess smiled, “Right this way.”

James motioned for Y/n to go first, so she followed the hostess to the table. Y/n sat down, and James sat across from her as the woman set down two menus. Maybe it was a force of habit, but she couldn’t help but let her eyes travel to everything around her. 

He smiled, slightly amused by her way of checking everything around her. It wasn’t the fanciest place that he could’ve taken her - there was much better - but he didn’t want to overwhelm her. It wasn’t pitying that drew him toward her, though. There was something about her that made him feel like a teenager again. 

The place was made of what appeared to be a dark wooden material. The lights were a dim yellow, and the tables were polished beautifully. The booths were comfy and with red cushioning. The atmosphere was cooling and dry. 

Y/n had opened her menu and began to survey it, “Pick whatever you want.” 

“Are you sure?” Y/n asked, “I really don’t mind-“

“This is a date.” James reminded as he held her hands from across the table, “Let me treat you so well that you a second date.”

Y/n blushed, “You’ve already done that.” 

“I have?”

“Shut up.”

James chuckled, kissing her knuckles, “Whatever you want, love.”

Half of the food on the menu Y/n hadn’t even heard of. Granted, she and Remus never really ate out much as kids. Usually, their mother - Hope - would cook them dinner as their father - Lyall - got home from work. Dinner was generally around seven-thirty or eight o’clock. 

The dinner went by gracefully, with lots of banter and getting to know each other. It wasn’t until the end of the date where James had paid despite Y/n’s efforts, and they got into the car where he had asked the dreadful question. They both sat in the parking spot when James had turned to her. 

“How do you feel about children?” James asked and quickly added, “I know that you’re good with them because of the reading on Saturdays but, I mean, about having children?”

Y/n wrung her hands, “I never really thought about it.”

“Why?”

“I have two jobs and a sick brother to take care of.”

Y/n replied, “Kids don’t really fit in. I’d also have to have a significant other to have children. Which I don’t have.”

James nodded, “Okay, but if you were to have a significant other.”

“I mean, I’d like to.” Y/n shrugged, “My life is just hectic right now. Bringing a child into this life wouldn’t be fair.”

Okay, so this isn’t going anywhere, James thought; I need to be blunt, “How would you feel about being Harry’s stepmother?”

She swallowed, “James….”

“I know that’s a hard thing to answer right now. Especially with us just getting started.” James added, “But if you aren’t interested, then this isn’t worth starting.”

“No, I know and understand.” Y/n said, fidgeting with her hands in her lap, “I’m sure it’s hard to find someone, you know, already having a kid and all.”

James nodded. 

“I’d love to be Harry’s stepmother.” Y/n replied as James’ face lit up, “But I still have the bookstore, the bar, and Remus to take care of as well. It’ll be stressful.” 

“I’m not asking you to be a stay-at-home mother.” James chuckled, “I’m just asking that at the end of the day, you come home to us.”

“And hopefully,” James smiled sheepishly, “Sirius can knock Remus off your list.”

Y/n chuckled, “Hopefully. Remus is a handful.”

“He seems nice.” 

She snorted, “Until you officially meet him.”

“Well then,” James smiled, taking her hand in his as he began moving the car, “Looks like we’ll be having double dates.”

Y/n squeezed his hand as he began to drive. The car drove effortlessly over the unpaved roads. Light music played in the background. The sky was a beautiful blue littered with sparkling white specks. The moon was crescent and barely a sliver. James had gotten to a stoplight when he spoke up again. 

“My house or yours?”

“Whichever.” 

James smiled and turned the wheel to the left, “Okay.”

It didn’t take long to realize that they were going to his house. His neighborhood was much different than hers. Granted, she lived on top of a bookshop, but it was still different. James lived in the suburbs. The houses were breathtaking, and the streets looked clean. Asphalt roads were freshly paved, and sidewalks looked new. The homes were family-sized, but they looked ginormous compared to her and Remus’ studio apartment only suited for one. 

James pulled into the driveway, and Y/n was flabbergasted. It was a two-story house, mostly white concrete, and the accents were a dark brown color. The grass was freshly cut, and the vegetation was trimmed. The backyard appeared to have a pool and a patio area, but Y/n could barely tell over the solid fence. 

His keys jingled as he placed the key into the slot and the door opened with ease. Gently, he motioned her to go first. The floors were dark oak wood, seemingly similar to the dark paint on the accents of the house. Everything was so clean, exactly like the car, not a spec of dust laid on the surfaces. 

A movie was playing on the television in the room on the right. The kitchen was on the left, and the sitting table was in the room beside it. James shut the door behind him, locking it. He took off his coat and shoes, placing them at the front door. He smiled. 

“I take it you like the house?”

“It’s beautiful.”

James smiled, walking to the kitchen, and Y/n took off her shoes before following him. He sighed when he opened the fridge, and Y/n had taken a seat at the barstool in front of the island. James picked up an empty bottle of wine that was still residing in the fridge. 

“You keep empty bottles of wine in the fridge?” Y/n questioned as James rubbed his face with his hands. 

“No. Bad habit of Sirius’.”

Y/n quirked an eyebrow, “He lives here?”

“He acts as he does.” James muttered as he recycled the empty bottle, “But no, Sirius lives a couple of doors down. But I feel like he should be paying rent here.”

Y/n laughed, “Regardless, I’ve known him since elementary school, so he’s like my brother. Harry calls him uncle and everything.”

“That’s adorable.” Y/n said, “Do you have any actual siblings?”

“Nope. Jus’ me.” He answered, motioning to himself, “Sirius has a younger brother named Regulus.”

“His parents obsessed with constellations or something?”

“Supposedly.”

“Where is Harry now?” 

“With Sirius.” James replied, taking out a full bottle of wine, “Told him I might get him tonight or might not.”

Y/n took the glass of wine he offered her with a smile, “Mind if I ask why the tv was left on?”

“My cat.”

“Cat?”

“Technically, not mine.” James explained, “It’s my ex-fiancées, but she left him here, so he’s mine now.”

“And your cat likes the tv?”

James nodded, “What's his name?”

“Moony.”

“Moony?”

“Yeah. Harry named him actually.”

Y/n smiled. They continued to talk, and the night kept going on by. It was well past midnight when James drove her back home to her shared apartment. The car ride was silent, primarily with music playing lightly in the background once again. He walked her to the door of the bookstore before bidding her goodnight. 

Gently James pressed his lips to her forehead, “Goodnight, get some sleep.”

“You too…” Y/n muttered, blushing as she walked into the bookstore. 

She hadn’t even made it up the steps when Remus began talking, “Had a good night, I presume?”

“You’re a dick, ya know?”

He smirked and closed his book with a thud, “Runs in the family.”

Y/n gasped playfully, “You ass!”

Remus chuckled as they both walked up the steps, “Seriously though, good night?”

“Yeah, really good night.”

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[peachyloveswriting]

Could I request #62 and #82 with Lupin? Thank you!

Your emotions are vulnerable at night

Pairing: Lupin x reader! romantic

Prompts: "how come you always end up underneath my blanket" & "I think I'm in love with you and that terrifies me."

A/n: anon I literally love you so much, I'm going to give you the world for this request omfg

Sleeping in hotels, motels, and 5 star suites was a common occurrence when it came to being a part of Lupin's group. Sharing beds was also another common occurrence, particularly him and you.

Sadly when the four of you when looking for a place to stay there were no decent motels so you ended up getting four single bed motels rooms for the night, all of them were shitty. The cold from outside crept in now matter how tightly you kept the sheet wrapped around you, and the mattress felt as hard as rock. After about an hour of tossing and turn you finally got fed up.

Taking the key to Lupin's room that he had jokingly offered up in case you got lonely, you clamoured out of bed and to his door.

Before you attempted the key you tried the knob, as you expected it was locked. Unlocking the door and opening it as quiet as possible you snuck in, quietly shutting it back behind you.

The poor excuses for curtains over the windows let a dim light sprawl across the room, allowing you to see Lupin's outline under his covers. Thinking you could get away with crawling in and not waking him you crept to the other side of the bed only to be so rudely interrupted by him speaking.

"How come you always end up underneath my blanket?" Lupin asked. His voice was rough from falling asleep and being so rudely awakened.

You smiled sheepishly at him, hoping that he wasn't annoyed but he scooted over letting you have enough room to climb in with him.

Taking a moment to get settled you found the perfect spot and melted, a light smile on Lupin's lips as he watched you hunker down for the night. Once he felt that you had gotten comfy he scooted closer to you, spooning you. His bare legs eventually becoming tangled with yours.

It was quiet for what felt like five minutes, just your breathing filling the room and the occasional buzzing of the terrible heating system. Lupin finally spoke up, almost scaring you out of your sleepy state.

"I thinking I'm falling in love with you and that terrifies me." He admitted.

Your stomach started doing what felt like backflips, you'd had a crush on him but you thought it was nothing more than you mistaking a genuine friendship for love. It seemed that you had been very wrong.

"Why does that scare you?" You asked.

You could feel Lupin's breath against the back of your neck, his hand slowly easing it's way over your side to wrap around your stomach. He was quiet, his heart pounding in his chest. He didn't expect you to be so curious.

"Well Fujiko for one." He stated simply.

Exhaling a little louder than you had before, you reached up, grabbing his snaking hand from your waist and intertwining his fingers with yours. It felt like your heart was going faster than the speed of light.

"Well, I'm not her. So what is there to be terrified of?" You argued.

Lupin sat in silence, thinking before finally muttering back to you.

"Yeah."

Not much longer after his breathing began to slow and even out, the grip he had on your hand beginning to slip.

What a pleasant surprise.

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[the-insomniac-emporium]

RE8 Ladies + S/o with chronic pain HCs

Type/cause of chronic pain is kept ambiguous, but some of the hcs might seem geared towards migraines, since that's the main thing that I personally struggle with (and these are very definitely comfort hcs). Features Alcina, Bela, Cassandra, Daniela, Donna, Mother Miranda, and as a 'lil bonus Ava. Not particularly long, but the combined length of every character is enough to be put under a read-more (About 2,500 words in total).

Alcina:

It’s difficult for her to know that you are suffering, but be unable to deal directly with the source of the problem. Chasing off unwanted nuisances or hunting down threats to the castle was one thing, trying to solve complicated medical issues was another thing entirely. If only she could tear your condition asunder without tearing you asunder.

That being said, she’ll still support you endlessly, however she can. It doesn’t matter how expensive or hard-to-access possible treatments are. If there’s something you haven’t tried, and are interested in trying, she’ll find a way for you to get it.

The biggest, and arguably most helpful, thing that she does is set up a space for you within her office. She spends quite a lot of time there for her family’s business, but doesn’t want to leave you alone on bad days. So this was her idea of a nice compromise.

There’s a very comfortable sofa that folds out, a cabinet filled with the softest blankets, and several pillows of a few different sizes. Servants are instructed not to interrupt Alcina’s work without good reason, but she has a couple who ensure your snack cabinet is always well stocked.

If there are certain environmental factors to your condition, such as sensitivity to light and sound, she does her best to reduce their effects. Lights remain dimmed (or she’ll rely on candlelight), her music will be kept quiet enough to be soothing, and she’ll refrain from taking any calls while you are with her.

Bela:

To think that Daniela once tried to claim that Bela would “never need to know any of that (medical) stuff”! Sure, there haven’t been many people who have needed (and received) treatment from her, but that didn’t mean the skill was useless. Admittedly, she doesn’t know enough to replace one of your doctors, or try to create her own version of a cure, though no one really expected that much from her.

Still, she knows enough to help soothe your pain. Obviously there are different techniques for different kinds of pain, and she does research before trying anything specific. Bela’s also aware that you’ve been dealing with this for far longer than she has, meaning that you probably wouldn’t be pleased if she came in, acted like an expert, or assumed that you hadn’t really thought about the most popular remedies. So she’s tactful with how she approaches things, always checking if you’re familiar with a subject before she tries to explain anything.

Bela ends up surprising you with a lesser-known skill of hers: Massage. Studying anatomy has given her a decent idea of the body’s more sensitive spots, and the rest she’s figured out through her own, ahem, experiences. Regardless of where you’re in pain, your girlfriend can help reduce your suffering. Okay, well, if your pain is more internal than external, it’s a bit harder for her, but she can still help you relax.

One of her favorite things to do after giving you a massage is to just pull you in close for some cuddling. Preferably you’ll be in her lap, with her arms around your waist, her chin tucked on top of your shoulder. Then she’ll do her best to whisper you praises, reminding you how strong you are, and that she’s incredibly proud of you.

Cassandra:

She’s, uh, not great at this. At least not at first. Maybe she’ll never be more than good at it, though. But she’s definitely trying! And learning! By Jove, that’s something, right?

First things first, she’s always ready to try to distract you, primarily through kisses and gentle touches. Fingers softly trailing over your skin, lips tickling your neck, featherlight in all the right places… It’s not inherently sexual (though it can quickly go that route if you ask), just intimate. It’s harder for your brain to process pain when you’re also processing pleasure, so there is some science behind Cassandra’s methods, even if she herself isn’t entirely aware of that.

While she’s not great with words, there are certain things that she manages to articulate well enough. For one, she makes sure you know that you aren’t a burden. Taking care of you- no, helping you take care of yourself- is a labor of love, if a labor at all. More than that, she knows full well that you probably don’t like feeling pitied, or coddled. That, over time, being sick ends up being beyond frustrating. She never wants you to feel like your condition defines you, or like it puts any strain on your relationship.

That said, she’ll avoid telling her family any specifics unless you do first, and ensures that the staff know how to accommodate you (without telling them why, because it’s none of their fucking business, and she’s their boss, and for fuck’s sake it’s their job to do what she tells them. Maybe she gets a lil bit overzealous with it). At no point will she ever complain about helping you, or otherwise indicate that your needs are “troublesome”.

At the end of the day, the best comfort she brings you is her presence, simply being near you, endlessly loyal, tireless in her affections. Especially considering she gets clingier the worse your symptoms get.

Daniela:

Hope you enjoy cuddling. Seriously. There’s nothing Daniela loves more than curling up with you, and that goes double for bad pain days. Some adjustments will be made position-wise if you need, but she’ll still hold you as close as possible, for as long as you need. Although she might eventually fall asleep (because damn are you comfy), she’ll play with your hair or run her fingers along your scalp until she eventually dozes off.

If you want a little more from her than light snoring, or if she feels like going above and beyond, or honestly just if she’s thinking about how much she loves you (so all the effing time), she’ll do something she’s always loved in movies/books: Reading to you! She’ll pick special books that neither of you have read before, so you can experience them together on your sick(er) days. Which does, of course, mean that it might take months to finish even a single one. Surprisingly, Daniela won’t even briefly consider reading any without you. Even if the plot is really good.

But, uh, if you wanted her to read to you on a day where you aren’t bedridden? Hell yes, my friend, she’s absolutely down for that!

On days where she’s too busy to spend hours upon hours in bed with you, or days where her ADHD is just particularly bad, she tries her best to leave you with a “substitute”. AKA a massive fucking teddy bear, in a reddish brown color, with a green bowtie. Custom ordered (The Duke did not dare tease her for it). There’s a heart stitched onto the stuffed animal’s chest, which features your first initial alongside a D for Daniela.

Additionally, she has a blanket she only brings out for you, which she periodically sprays with her favorite perfume. That way you can hold it close when she’s not around, as if you were cuddling her. For her sake, though, don’t hold the teddy bear or blanket too tightly when she is around. Homegirl here will get jealous of inanimate objects, even ones that she gave you.

Donna:

“I think I have a tea for this…” Damn right she has a tea for this. Donna has a massive garden, with dozens if not hundreds of different plants, including a variety of herbs/spices. At least one of them has to be a little helpful for you. Whether it relieves pain, helps you nap off some of your misery, or just distracts you by tasting bloody-well delicious! Besides, few things make you feel quite as loved as holding a cup of freshly brewed tea in your hands, knowing your lover made it just for you. Like a hug in a mug, it is!

Similarly to Alcina, Donna will also try to create a comfortable space for you, but isn’t likely to put it downstairs with her workshop. Instead she’ll let you take over one of the larger guest rooms, customizing it to suit your specific needs. There will be some easy to care for plants for decoration (ones that won’t mind potentially missing out on natural sunlight), a couple relaxing paintings, and a shelf near the bed with things to help you pass the time, mainly books.

Furthermore, she’ll do her best to keep you company as often as possible. She’s naturally a fairly quiet person, so you won’t have to worry about sound if that’s something you’re sensitive to. While she prefers using a sewing machine, she’ll do things by hand while you’re in pain, just to reduce the chances of you getting irritated by the sound.

Speaking of potentially irritating sounds… by god can Angie be difficult to be around when you’re ill. Thankfully, Donna is perfectly understanding of this, and, as the only person Angie ever listens to, makes sure to give the doll a stern talking to about your health. To your immense surprise, it actually works. You’re not exactly sure what was said, but Angie certainly becomes a lot more compensating afterwards. She’ll keep her antics to herself, and usually even on another side of the house from where you rest, but only for as long as you’re tucked away in your room. As soon as you set foot outside, her restraints are metaphorically removed. All hell breaks loose (as is her universe-given right as the physical embodiment of both Chaos and Entropy).

Mother Miranda:

If the two of you weren’t lovers, there’s a decent chance you would completely misinterpret her actions. She might come off as irritated, like she has bigger concerns than your health, you fragile little human. After all, she is a goddess (well, practically). But the truth is that she’s aching inside every time you have a bad pain day, knowing that (for once) she cannot cure your ailment. Maybe if she had infinite subjects with the same condition as you…

But, at the end of the day, that’s the problem. There’s only one of you. One of her beloved, her little human darling, so dangerously fragile in comparison to the scale she works on. Even with all the time in the world, which she most certainly has, she cannot cure you without taking incredible risks. With your life at stake… It is a gamble she refuses to take. You are hers, and while she hates to see you suffer, the truth is that she’ll always be selfish enough to let you endure on your own.

That doesn’t mean she doesn’t help, though, just that she doesn't do a full-out experiment on you. Instead, she keeps notes. She’ll track your activities, bedtimes/when you get up, dietary habits, when you have pain, what you do to treat said pain, how effective the treatments are, etc, etc. All of this can be very useful in establishing patterns (a skill she’s gotten very good at, in her many decades of being a scientist), which can in turn lead to less pain days.

(For example, many people with migraines find that certain foods seem to trigger a migraine, or at least increase the chances of getting one. Though admittedly they don’t always end up cutting the food out of their diet. I mean, come on, you want me to give up chocolate? You want me to drink normal milk, like an adult? Kidding, kidding, I don’t have any food triggers. Nor do I particularly enjoy chocolate milk, nor do I dislike it.)

Moving on! While her work seemingly takes precedence over your condition, Miranda is not heartless, and she does do some things to lend you more direct comfort. Specifically, she tries to work in the same room as you when she can, normally while making electronic copies of physical documents, or while looking over the details of a finished experiment. She’s not always one for cuddling, so she won’t often get in bed with you during the daytime. But at night? Yes, fine, she will wrap her arms around you, maybe one of her wings too if you like how soft they are.

Just don’t think that she secretly loves every second. It’s not like she’ll spend half an hour whispering about how sweet and adorable you are as soon as you fall asleep, or anything like that. It’s twenty minutes at the most.

Bonus!Avaskian Caldwell:

“Oh, fuckin’ mood!” Followed by a solid thirty seconds of pure regret. Seriously, though, Ava has spent xer entire life (starting at age 10) dealing with chronic migraines. For a while xe also dealt with POTS (Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome), which meant lots of chest pain, but that (thankfully) faded as xe grew into an adult, as is fairly common with the condition. If anyone in Castle Dimitrescu understands unrelenting, unexplainable pain, it’s xer.

That being said… Ava never really managed xer chronic pain, at least not when xe was at xer worst. Xe had to drop out of school because of it. Hell, xe didn’t have a “real” job until xe was almost 23! Didn’t have a chance until things just calmed down for xer. So xe gets anxious whenever you talk about your health, worried that things are (or will at some point be) as bad for you as they were for xer. Other than that, though, you might initially think that xe doesn’t care, or didn’t understand the conversation.

Truth is, xe knows how absolutely fucking ANNOYING it can be to have to explain your health to every new person you meet (like the dozen different doctors you’ve met over the years, possibly every nurse who takes your pulse and thinks it’s a little bit high). So xe did a shit ton of research on your condition, in order to reduce how much you need to explain. Sure, xe will still have questions, and there are always aspects that only you can tell xer, but it’s a nice gesture.

As for helping you destress, xe’s pretty much a mix of Bela and Miranda. You’ll get plenty of massages (because Ava has learned from personal experience what sort of touches help with which sorts of pain), but also some scientific insight on any noticeable patterns. Lots of holding you close and telling you that you’re the coolest person in the world, and that Ava feels beyond lucky to have you.

#alcina dimitrescu x reader #bela dimitrescu x reader #cassandra dimitrescu x reader #daniela dimitrescu x reader #donna beneviento x reader #mother miranda x reader #oc x reader #avaskian caldwell #j has ocs #re8 village #resident evil: village #hcs