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harryforvogue · 1 month

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Maybe something for Harry and Yasmine where she takes care of Harry? Like he gets super sick or something. I feel like she would love the chance to look after him bc he is always so caring towards her

Harry leans on the counter, his eyes heavy but open enough to watch Yasmine pour some medicine into a tablespoon. She brings it over to his mouth, hovering it in the air with another hand under the spoon to catch any drops.

He smiles, leaning in with his mouth open. The medicine goes down his throat smoothly, but he can’t help but pull a grimace. “You know,” Harry says after a cough, “the medicine comes with a measuring cup.”

“My mom always would pour it into a tablespoon. It was the perfect measurement. You’ll just have to take it a little more frequently, but that’s better than waiting six hours. You wouldn’t want me waking you up in the middle of the night right?”

She turns away to the sink to wash the spoon. Harry slinks forward, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind, putting his burning cheek against her cold one. He groans appreciatively. “I never mind you waking me up.”

Yasmine’s hands falter briefly before finishing up. She puts the spoon aside and leans back against him. “You’re too warm, Harry. You need to rest.”

“Why are you avoiding saying I’m hot?” he grumbles back playfully against her neck.

Yasmine shivers, running her hands over his strong forearms. “I’m serious, Harry. Come.”

She manages to wrestle out of his hold (despite his state, he’s still got a mean hold), taking his burning hand. She leads him to the living room, shaking him off when he latches himself back on her frame. He lands on the sofa, tilting his head back with a congested sigh. “I’m not tired,” he says, sounding both nasally and childish.

“I’m not telling you to sleep.” She takes a nearby blanket, wrapping him up in it, tucking the ends under his chin. His green eyes watch her movement carefully. “I need you to sweat this out.”

Harry wrinkles his nose. “Can you not talk so sexy to me?”

Yasmine rolls her eyes and sits beside him, grabbing a pillow. She puts it on her thighs and then pats it. “Come.”

Harry doesn’t need to be told twice. He all but flies closer to her, lifting his legs to lay horizontally, resting his head on her leg. Instead of facing away, however, he presses his nose to her stomach and sighs again.

“What hurts?” Yasmine says, running her fingers through his hair. The sweat has made it go slightly greasy, but she doesn’t care.

“My head.”

So Yasmine gently starts rubbing his temples. He hums with relief, closing his eyes.

“I’ve still got to cancel class.”

She says, “I’ll handle that.”

“Mm. My email is open on my laptop. Be nice to them.”

“I am nice,” she scowls.

“Mhm.”

Yasmine continues to rub his head, dipping down to his neck and shoulders to hear that groan of relief. He sneezes once, and then spends the next several minutes shivering.

“When I was younger,” Yasmine says softly, thumbing through his eyelashes, “and I had a terrible fever, my mom would wet some paper towels and put them on my forehead and under my arms. If you continue to get sicker, I’ll have to do that.”

“Mmmm.”

“It always felt really good, but I think that was only effective to bring my body temperature down. I was still sick afterwards.” When her hand rubs his back, he breathes deeply. “Maybe you have strep. Let’s go to the clinic tomorrow.”

Harry opens his eyes tiredly, going against all his big talk from moments ago. “I’m perfectly satisfied with my hot girlfriend nursing me back to life.”

Despite herself, Yasmine smiles, cupping his warm cheek. “I can only do so much, you know?”

He takes her hand, kisses it, and tucks it under his chin for safe keeping. “You do more than enough for me on any given day,” he says hoarsely, turning his head in to cough. “Just seeing your face is so…so–” he coughs and coughs and coughs, “nice.”

“It was real hard to say that huh?” Yasmine laughs quietly, and at the sound of her laugh, Harry looks back up at her.

“My throat hurts so bad.”

She can’t help it, so she says, “My poor big baby.”

“You act as if you’re on your deathbed when you have a cold, Yasmine.”

“I don’t need to be coddled though.”

Harry gives her a meaningful look. “Yasmine, I have to block off my calendar when you get sick. It’s like there’s a tornado in my house. You are so incredibly clingy and annoying, it’s like an alter ego or something.”

Yasmine says, “All right, that’s enough.”

Some quiet moments pass by with Yasmine just caressing Harry’s face. Then he says, “I want an ice cold coke right now.”

“Keep dreaming,” she answers.

“I want those cold spicy noodles you make.”

“Nope.”

“And an ice cube to munch on.”

“Nope.”

“I want to pinch your cheek so hard.”

That startles Yasmine, but she recovers quickly with her signature frown. “I hate when you do that. It hurts.”

“Good.” He smiles slightly.

She goes back to massaging his head. At some point, her legs go numb, but that’s around the time Harry’s breathing evens out, signaling he’s asleep. She lets him stay there, admiring his face and curls as she scratches at his scalp, wishing she could bend down far enough to kiss him.

“I love you,” she murmurs to his sleeping form, giving his curls a gentle tug. He shivers, as if the message has reached him even in his sleep.

#you ask and i shall give #harry and yasmine #harry styles blurb #harry styles fluff

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xxlady-lunaxx · 3 months

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Sweet talk | {SabiGiyuu}

Theme: Fluff!

Note: Somewhat mutual agreement that they're dating (SabiGiyuu!)

Choose their ages it's just mindless fluff activity no actual sense of time tbh

or AU lmao.. i just realized this could be a modern AU or a regular AU or anything you put your mind to-

And this is short i'm sorry :'> i got stuck half way thru

Giyuu lay quietly on his futon, his eyes fluttering open every now and then, watching Sabito as they lay together in the room, their simple presence soothing their bodies and minds.

Sabito wasn't tired at all and ran his hand through the tangled mess of Giyuu's hair every so now and then in a gentle motion.

"Giyuu?"

"Yes, Sabito?" Giyuu said, almost instantly though his voice was quite placid and drowsy.

"You're really cute when you're tired," Sabito said, not really thinking about what he was saying. His hand slipped down to Giyuu's jaw, stroking his cheek in slow motions.

Giyuu smiled at him. "I love you, Sabito."

"Hm...mhm, you're always cute though," he continued, moving closer and resting his forehead against Giyuu's.

"Am I?" Giyuu asked, his eyes fluttering close again.

Sabito nodded, placing a gentle kiss on his boyfriend's jaw, hovering over his lips. "Very. I don't know how I managed to get myself such an adorable boyfriend," he teased.

Giyuu closed the distance between them, kissing him slowly and deliberately. When he pulled away, he opened his eyes, meeting Sabito's gaze. "Mmhm, but I have a hot boyfriend," he said, giggling.

"...I do too!" Sabito said, huffing.

"No, you said yours was cute!" Giyuu pointed out.

"Well, he's also hot!"

"He's not!" he protested.

Sabito kissed him then, pulling back a couple seconds later. "You are, Giyuu," he murmured. "Very."

Giyuu pouted but didn't say anything other, sleep clouding back into his mind.

"You should rest," Sabito said, noticing.

"I wanna talk with you more, Sabit...o," Giyuu mumbled, his eyes fluttering open then shutting again.

"We can talk in the morning, go to sleep," he said, kissing Giyuu's forehead, his hand entangling in the dark locks of Giyuu's hair.

"Mm..." Giyuu moved, his arms wrapping around Sabito's waist. He buried his head in his boyfriend's chest, nuzzling him gently.

Sabito smiled, patting the other affectionately. "Love you, Giyuu," he said quietly.

"Love you too," Giyuu said, his voice muffled by Sabito's chest.

The room lapsed into silence—a comfortable one, though—and Sabito held onto Giyuu protectively, listening to the soft sound of their breathing as Giyuu drifted off to sleep.

A couple minutes later, Giyuu's breathing slowed in sign that he'd fallen asleep. Sabito was drifting off as well, his hand swimming through the tangled black locks of Giyuu's hair in comforting motions, his eyes fluttering close.

"I love you so much, Giyuu," Sabito whispered into Giyuu's embrace. "You're wonderful and amazing and I want to spend my whole life with you. I just... care for you so much. You're the best person I've ever met and I wish I could keep you for myself always, never share you with anyone. But I want you to be happy. I want you to live your best life and I'll do anything to protect you from anything making it otherwise."

He went quiet again, opening his eyes and kissing Giyuu's forehead gently again. "I wish I could tell you just how much I love you," he murmured, closing his eyes again and letting himself drift off to sleep.

{Word count: 664}

I was using this LMAO 😭 I just used random things from this to write the fluff BC IT'S SO FREAKING CUTE ARHGH

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fandomobbsessedb · 1 year

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Wally Darling x Sleepy Reader

These are just some pretty basic head cannons for how I think Wally acts with a sleepy reader bc today I am a very sleepy person.

AN: I’ve taken so many naps today I just figured why not. Also I’m obsessed with this silly little yellow sentient puppet

Warnings: Slightly possessive Wally but that’s about it.

⚫️🔴🟠🟡🟢🔵🟣⚪️⚫️🔴🟠🟡🟢🔵🟣⚪️⚫️

💤- Wally is a very cuddly person, he never wants to be without you, if your sleeping he’ll just lay there and hold you or if you had a hard day, he’ll most likely rub your back/shoulders. Like this boi can just tell from looking at you your holding in a lot of tension.

( that’s probably how you got sleepy in the first place, came home, took off your shoes, let out a slightly loud sigh, and he came rushing over and starts applying pressure to your upper back muscles and boom, your out like a light.)

💤- I imagine that while you sleep he likes to stare at you and all his thoughts are consumed by you and how peaceful you look sleeping. You shift even a little bit in your sleep and his hand immediately comes up to your face and starts to lightly pet where your hairline meets your forehead, just gentle loving little brushes of his hands to help you back to sleep.

💤- if you wake up randomly in the night and get super thirsty all of a sudden, before you can even roll over to see if you got a water before going to bed, Wally’s standing there holding a tall glass of ice water and his soft tired smile.

💤- if you run cold at night he’s got so many comforters for all kinds of seasons that he lets you use. He’ll even wrap you up and bundle you together in a blanket burrito before laying you down so you can sleep comfortably. He’ll hold you all tight and comfy so that you keep warm.

💤- if you run hot he’s got a little stool on your side of the bed that has a lighter form of pajama wear than what you already had on so that you can just slip them on and take your old ones off and go right back to being comfy. He’s also learned to be content with just laying to the side and watching you drift off to dreamland so that you don’t get to warm with him cuddling into you.

💤- if you run on both and your body goes either way, he’s prepared for everything, he mostly just lays next to you admiring you and occasionally saying some (possessive??) things out loud that he couldn’t admit to your face just yet. Mans is just there whenever you need something, too hot? He’ll throw the blankets off of you and grab some water with a LOT of ice. suddenly freezing cold? he has blankets folded up on the bottom edge of the bed so you can control what is on your body and what’s not. He’ll even hold your feet to warm them up faster. Anything to keep you asleep so that he can see you in that relaxed state.

💤- Get overstimulated when it comes to trying to fall asleep/be asleep in general? He has a white noise sort of machine with all kinds of sounds, or big fluffy earmuffs that drown out everything. He’s got your pajama drawer organized by texture so that if you suddenly become irritated you can change out of those quickly. Got to many thoughts running in your brain? He’ll let you ramble and go on and on till you get it all out/he’s got a pen and paper right by your bed for you to quick jot your thoughts down. And you better believe he’s got weighted blankets in all your favorite colors! The minute your out he remembers to take it off but will help compensate by half laying on you to help you stay asleep.

💤- if you have a really bad time falling asleep, he’s got a bin next to his record player labeled “y/n’s sleep remedy” and he’ll put on the gentle music and even hum or sing some of it so that you can rest your head on his chest, and focus on the vibrations coming off his chest to help you sleep.

💤- there’s not much that goes on around the neighborhood, no real rush to do things, and Wally knows your schedule and routine by heart (even if you can’t remember it 100% of the time HE does) so in order to make sure that your in top health he won’t even let you leave the bedroom until you’ve gotten the proper amount of sleep. (In your sleep he tells Home to not let you out of the room till you’ve gotten enough sleep) He helps you keep a consistent bedtime schedule so that you can fall asleep at the same time each night but if you wake up earlier than normal he’ll do everything he can to help you back to sleep. (He can’t have you going out at night, nobody goes out at night…)

💤-And on the opposite end of that, if your not wanting to wake up just yet, or your still really tried, he doesn’t mind the two of you staying in bed for a while longer. Just gives him more time to admire you. However if it starts going on 1 or 2pm he starts to get worried and urges you to start the (end?) of the day.

💤- overall he cares VERY much about your health in regards to sleep, and loves to help you stay calm and relaxed in such a quiet vulnerable time of day. He feels like it’s the only time you’ll let any walls you have down and just be open with him. (When your sleeping though it’s the only time he’s completely open with you, all the things he wishes he could tell you in the day time. All his secrets, his own hopes and dreams to be with you forever, and never EVER have to let anyone else in) after all, it’s just like his favorite song to sing while he holds you in your sleep.

“Just the two of us…”

#x reader #welcome home puppet show #wally darling #welcome home x reader #welcome home #sleep #headcannons #sleep headcannons #possessive #wally darling x reader #lots of naps #i was tired #hope you guys enjoy

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wonjinburger · 9 months

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writing prompt #04

bumping into each other as solo travelers ; park sunghoon

태양보다 찬란한 . . . 그게 바로 나

INFO : : park sunghoon x reader / romcom

wc : <1600

notes : this was lowkey rushed bcs i had an idea at 12am but i had to go sleep but i couldn't risk losing the idea

20 JANUARY 2023 : :

2:04 - it's currently 2am and i've just landed in paris, and i'm now heading to my hotel room to take a long ass nap.

13:12 - jk the nap lasted from around 11 hours. now it's 1pm and i'm going to go out for lunch. i've heard a lot of good word about a specific cafe so i'm gonna go try it out!

13:37 - the weirdest things just happened what the fuck? i bumped into this guy, who was really hot btw, by accident. obviously i apologized for it like a normal person but he just scoffed at me and left?? thanks for that random stranger.

23 JANUARY 2023 : :

12:02 - i just had a quick snack and i'm currently on the train to versailles, i wanted to have a quick look at all the beautiful architecture. i find versailles to be such a romantic and beautiful place lol

12:28 - i've arrived at versailles! i have a tour booked for today at 1pm, so i guess i'll walk around versailles for now.

13:13 - no fucking way, the guy i bumped into a few days ago is here too, like, in the same tour group as me. i said hi and he basically looked at me weird and left me standing. thank god idk this guy and i'll never see him again, he seems like an ass.

14 APRIL 2023 : :

10:16 - hi journal, today i'm in the netherlands, i heard about the keukenhof tulip garden and of course i had to come here. i just had breakfast at the hotel i'm staying in and i'm about to head out to the garden to see all the pretty flowers!

11:11 - THE GARDEN IS SO PRETTY OMG BUT THAT EXPERIENCE WAS LOWKEY RUINED. by who you may ask? by FUCKING FRANCE DUDE?? WHY IS HE EVERYWHERE???? like i was taking photos of the pretty flowers and boom, suddenly i see him through the lens of my camera, please get this guy out of my life

11 MAY 2023 : :

00:01 - i have finally done one of the things off my bucket list, and that is to visit switzerland! i always saw tiktoks and photos of the amazing view and obviously i had to come see for myself, but it's 12am rn and i am really tired so i'm gonna go sleep, then i'll explore in the morning

11:42 - okay i woke up a few minutes ago which is quite late, but i'm gonna go down to the hotel's cafeteria and have some brunch before i explore the town

4:51 - hi this isn't funny anymore, i literally just set foot into an eatery near one of the places i was visiting and i see france dude, AGAIN. can he just get out of my life atp please, i'm so sick of seeing his annoying (but ig good-looking) face. AND WHY IS THE ONLY AVAILABLE SEAT LIKE NEXT TO HIS TABLE???

-- (☆)

i'm going back home to korea today, i think i've been travelling way too much, so i'm going to go home and rest up and spend time with my family and some friends.

i boarded the plane and by that point it was 11pm and i was honestly drained. i spent a whole day exploring the more nature-y side of switzerland and the view definitely did not disappoint.

i sat myself down in my assigned seat and was so ready to fall asleep at this point. a guy walked over and sat next to me, and i bet you won't be able to figure out who was gonna be my plane seatmate for almost 12 hours. yeah it was france guy. he seemed pretty surprised to see me too i think.

after he sat himself down next to me, he looked at me, maybe i was staring too hard.. "hey" i looked at him, question marks practically all over my forehead. "can you stop staring at me" i scoffed at him, this guy is ridiculous!

the plane took off a few minutes later and i was starting to doze off, and unfortunately for me i left my neck pillow in my luggage by accident, so my head was dropping left and right.

i suddenly woke up and it felt like i was lying against something? i sat upright to see what i had been sleeping on, and it was france dude? he woke up when he felt me getting up. "you're finally up, my shoulder feels like it's about to dislocate"

'okay sorry for accidentally sleeping on your shoulder but like, rude much'

"oh shit, i'm so sorry. i left my neck pillow in my luggage and i think i just passed out suddenly" he scoffed and i was so close to losing my shit not gonna lie. but the next moment, he handed me his neck pillow and i looked at him while holding the neck pillow. "just use it, i'd rather you use my stuff than you use me" damn okay stranger. "oh, thanks?" and soon he attempted to go back to sleep.

it was currently 8:59am, which meant we still had probably less than 2 hours left of this plane ride, and i was thanking heavens because 12 hours next to this guy would've been hell if i weren't fast asleep.

france guy was moving around in his seat and i assumed he couldn't fall back asleep. i tapped on his shoulders a little to get his attention "hey, you can have your neck pillow back, seems like you can't sleep, and i'm pretty energized right now" he looked at me and sighed "it's fine, i'll just give up on going back to sleep".

after that it was pure silence. and i couldn't stand it so of course i had to open my big ass mouth.

"so.. you travel a lot?" he nodded his gaze fixed on his phone. "alone?" he nodded again still focusing on his screen. damn talking to this guy is so hard. let's bring up the past! "you remember the first time we met?" he finally looked at me. "we've met?" are you fucking serious right now.

"i bumped into you on accident in paris back in january?" he thought about it for a second before replying. "oh! i remember now, you bumped into me and almost spilt your hot coffee all over me" "hey! it almost spilt on me too okay, and i apologized for it" he shrugged it off and went back on his phone.

"you know, i kept seeing you around while i was travelling and at some point i thought you were stalking me" he looked back at me again, his eyebrows furrowed this time. "what the fuck why would i stalk you, i don't even know you?" "it happens sometimes" "hey, for all i know you could be the one stalking me right now" i was taken aback, speechless, i can't handle this guy oh my god.

"you know, your looks and personality clash a lot" he gave me a look that said 'wtf do you mean'. "you're a good-looking guy, like, i'd definitely date you if your personality was nicer" he stared at me for a while and chuckled a little. "for your information i have a great personality" "it sure doesn't seem that way" he scoffed and put his phone down before looking me in the eyes.

"i'm nice to people i'm close to, last i checked, we don't even know each other." "maybe we can change that" he looked shocked by what i said. honestly i'm shocked too, but i mean, he's pretty hot, it would be a wasted chance.

"you want us to get close?" i nodded. "you're ridiculous lady" i rested my head in the palm of my hands as i kept eye contact with him "it's y/n, lee y/n. and you are?" he looked at me in disbelief for a while. "i can't believe this is happening." he let out a deep and heavy sigh before introducing himself. "i'm park sunghoon."

"nice to meet you sunghoon. oh, i was gonna ask if you were korean, but your name just confirmed it for me" "are you heading home right now?" i nodded to his question. "homesick?" he asked, and i nodded. it seemed like he was feeling homesick too. "maybe we should hangout sometime while we're in korea" i blurted out suddenly, to my surprise he didn't oppose of this idea.

i then pushed my phone towards him, "can i have your number then?" he looked at my phone, then at me. "are you hitting on me?" i don't know, was i? i mean, i am interested in him, so i guess? "yeah i am, so what do you say, can i have your number? and maybe we can go out sometime and maybe even travel together?" he stared at me in shock, but his reply lowkey shocked me too.

"sure, let's go on a date soon"

#enhypen #enhypen imagines #enhypen scenarios #enhypen hurt/comfort #enhypen sunghoon #sunghoon #park sunghoon #sunghoon imagines #sunghoon scenarios #sunghoon x reader #wonjinburger writes

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kaibacorpintern · 5 months

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Question for the mun: What do you envision the softest moment between Kaiba and Mokuba looking like? I’ve made a few takes on it myself in fics but this account is utterly superb in capturing Kaiba’s essence in a way that is far more realistic than any hot takes I may have, and I would love to hear your thoughts. Thank you! I hope you’re doing well!

lovely message!

i think some of the more important things to remember with Kaiba and Mokuba are that they're not very sweet, and they're not very cuddly, and they rarely express any kind of vulnerability - Mokuba more often, in limited situations. theirs is not a fluffy relationship. in addition, i have never loved the idea that Mokuba wants a more boisterous, extroverted, fun goofball brother like Jounouchi; he loves his OWN unhinged and introverted brother and he wants THAT brother to be happy. on top of that, we see across manga and DM that sometimes Mokuba stays up pretty late with Seto, and also that Seto puts him in positions of power - battle city commissioner, in charge of the dig, etc. - trusting him to run things well.

SO when i think about what their "soft" moments are like, i think it's exactly like the scene from the anime where Mokuba's asleep under Seto's coat in battle city... he just wanted to keep Seto company and Seto likes knowing that he's asleep and safe in the room with him... and a lot of Mokuba bringing him coffee or food late at night bc he knows he can't get Seto to go to bed at a reasonable hour so instead he just helps him get the work done... and a lot of "working meetings" which is really just an excuse to go out to lunch under the guise of talking about work.

but all of that is just "soft" and not "softest" so here's my "softest" Kaiba brother hc, i guess: Mokuba is all too familiar with the sound of Seto's nightmares, and he knows better than to try and wake him up (you should never do this). but when Seto shuffles down to the kitchen at 3 AM drained and tired and dazed and with the sweat cooling on his forehead, Mokuba has a hot tea waiting for him. and he slouches in the kitchen chair looking and feeling pathetic and flimsy because having a nightmare calls up all kinds of old feelings inside him, but here is someone, sitting across from him, resting his head on the kitchen table and yawning, who doesn't care that he's ever lost a game and doesn't believe that losing means dying, and who only ever wants him to feel safe and happy. and after twenty minutes of cozy half-lit quiet in their kitchen well past the witching hour Seto will stand up, put his mug into the dishwasher, sleepily ruffle Mokuba's hair, and they will both go back to sleep.

#intern memo #kaiba bros.... <3

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ncteez · 10 months

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[sleepover<3] i am two tits deep in my jihoon feelings today and i am here to YELL about it!! bc being a nice gf and giving him a back rub after a busy day and hard gym session!!! teasing him for moaning bc it sounds like he’s getting hot over it!!! but he actually IS getting hard!!! and he rolls over and his cock just presses into ur thigh and u could grind on him until he comes in his pants to help relieve his stress!!! how fun would that be. how FUN would that be :(

join the sleepover!

first of all anon i love the way you type so like, keep doing that.

anyway

It's been another hard day, you can tell by the immediate sigh Jihoon breathes out when he closes the front door.

It's always a hard day for him. Its this, or it's that, but it's always fucking something because no one can get through their day without him. He loves that about himself. He likes to be needed, likes to feel important, loves to be told that something couldn't have been done without him but, you know, sometimes he needs to lean on people too.

Coming home for him, the deep sighs he lets out it more from relief than stress. Being in this space with you is a place where he knows he can lean, cling, or simply just exist without being pulled in every direction. It's just you and him, and he doesn't think he will ever grow tired of the way you greet him with the same gentle back rub.

"Was it a rough day at work or did you go too hard at the gym?" You ask, rubbing a particularly stressed spot on his shoulder as he leans in to you.

"Both," he sighs, backing away from your massage and making his way to the bedroom.

You, as always, follow after him will the full intention of at least working out that stress knot across his shoulders.

"You should give it a rest sometimes." You nearly scold him for him, but the way he lets his head fall at the sensation of your fingers poking into a painful spot is far too good, and thinking up an argument is far too hard.

His silence is telling as he releases his lack of energy through little sighs and flexes of his back as he tries to work through the pain of your massage forcing his muscles to tense.

"It's been a while since you were this tense--" You trail off, moving your hands just a few inches to the right and finding another stress knot. "Just try and relax this weekend, ill work all of these out and we can go to sleep?"

He hums out a pleasant agreement to your words, allowing himself to feel you work hard to keep him in the right headspace after days like this. He really does love you and the way you take care of him in every aspect of the relationship.

And he stays like this for what feels like at least an hour (it's only like ten minutes lol). Letting you massage the bad work week out of him, caressing the intense gym workouts away from his muscles and leaving him feeling as though he's jelly.

His little sounds are expected, but he is letting them out far more than usual. You assume, at first, it's just because he really needed this but, that doesn't stop you from the usual teasing each time he does.

"Pain or pleasure moan?" You chuckle, squeezing particularly hard at the spot you just worked out.

He smiles, knowing for a fact that it's both because it's a fucking massage, but also, whipping out his cock right now would ruin the zen in the room so he keeps it to himself at first.

You continue, this time kissing the back of his neck before moving your hands to his lower back. He almost shifts away from the touch, the stress point being much heavier than the ones on his shoulders.

"You've gotta let me work it out," You comment, wrapping one arm around him and holding his chest back so it's slightly harder for him to shift away from the pain of it.

He lets out a much louder sound, and this one genuinely is from the pain but it doesn't exactly change the fact that his length is growing painfully hard at the sheer release of it all. The comfort turns him on, the way you hold him in place for his own good turns him on even more. Still, he keeps that to himself as you continue to try and soothe him through the pain with gentle lips against his shoulders.

"You should let me do this more often though, it wouldn't be so bad if you'd let me." You comment, then immediately continue. "Then again, you're more vocal and we both know how much I love hearing your little sounds."

God, yeah. He knows it. He knows the way you react during sex when he makes his sounds. He knows you love when he talks to you, praises you, moans with you and for you.

"Are you getting turned on?" Jihoon tries to avert the attention from his very obvious arousal. Sure, you're just teasing him and his moans, but at this point having you touching him is far more pleasurable.

"Speak for yourself." You laugh, pushing one last time against the, now, softened stress spot on his lower back. "There, done."

He immediately rolls over, hugging against you and absolutely not avoiding the fact that his cock japs straight against your thigh. At first, he thinks you don't notice, but you definitely do.

"Ah," You smile, pressing one hand against the small of his back to make his hips press his cock against you harder, and the other scratches at the back of his neck. "Just relax." You whisper this time, moving your leg against his length and working him up.

All of those little moans from before are non-existent right now. He's silent as he holds his breath, feeling a different type of stress relief.

"You're so cute sometimes, Jihoon, really." You compliment, brushing a strand of his hair from his face. "Let me take care of you."

It doesn't take long to do just that, your boyfriend found himself ready to burst within minutes of your leg massaging against him. His cock leaking pathetically and releasing far too quickly for his own liking. But he could truly feel your love erase all of that weight within him. You always know how to take care of him.

You don't laugh at the mess in his jeans, or his stuttered moans through his orgasm. The weak grip on you as he worked himself through it, ultimately pressing himself so tightly against your thigh that you could feel it seep through his pants and onto you.

Arguably, everything Jihoon does is sexy to you, but this. This was truly something else. Such a strong, intelligent, and well liked man, releasing all over himself and you?

It was simple, and it was easy. Messy as hell but neither of you felt the need to do any more, and he appreciated it.

He appreciates even more the way you run a shower, climbing into it with him and cleaning up the mess you created for him. Your hands are more gentle than they are when you massage him, but the same sounds manage to be pulled from him.

#[sleepover]#[m]#[h.hours]#[jihoon]#I GOT INVESTED IM SORRY #[mail]#anon

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shameboree · 6 months

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i am actually going to whine about this publicly

my recent Poisoning Adventure was bc my psych NP (baseline can't be trusted) overdosed me on a new med I never shouldve been on and it caused pretty severe acute extrapyramidal effects (hella muscle spasms, uncontrollable jerking/movements, felt like i was in a fuckin dbz gravity chamber) and METABOLIC ENCEPHALOPATHY!! i couldnt control my body and even tho i knew who i was when it was where i was and why i was there i was also on a completely different realm of existence and it was like, Terrifying Actually!! so even tho im off that med and antidoted and not at risk anymore every time i have any kind of nerve tingling anywhere i start Freaking The Fuck Out. this shit was FOR REAL worse and more harrowing than literally any part of having cancer including the parts where i almost died. was more frightening than having meningitis bc at least i wasnt totally fuckin zooted outta my mind!! ur bitch needs Therapy. wowie!!

anyway ive been struggling w orthostatic hypotension for a hot minute (largely dehydration imo) so i got that rush u get when ur bp tanks and just started cryin like a little bitch babby on account of the Fears. Despite being super tired I am afraid to sleep bc the first bout of extrapyramidal symptoms woke my ass from DEAD SLUMBER

I used to love NPs but nowadays NP schools are clownhouse jokester diploma mills and due to scope creep ushered forth by the capitalist disneyfication of healthcare theyre allowed to practice WAY THE FUCK completely outta bounds. it isnt safe!! chikadee was makin nonstop bonkers med choices for me including putting me on the vers of a medication not even meant to to treat what we were trying to treat and also the correct version had limited success in.. the pediatric population?? babe what?? had to get my pcp involved on that one.

i had issues w nps before on account of all the probs w education and safety (theyre not even required to have 5 minutes of bedside experience outside of clinicals which ultimately are glorified techwork and useless in terms of Actual Nursing Practice (i do think having clinical experience IS Essential and beneficial tho)) but this trash ass dumbshit idiot gave me FRESH TRAUMAS i did NOT need so i have gone from a nonenthusiast to a full on hater. listen we did not go to med school we went to nursing school we should stay in our fucking lane. christ alive!!!!!

i cant fuckin believe this single experience was more traumatizing than actual months of chemotherapy

ALSO I GOT DENIED MEDICAL LEAVE?? WHAT THE FUCK IS UP WITH THAT!!!!!!

#kels talks #miserable medical stuff BEWARE #wah i had a scawy expewience #oh i am also afraid of taking my regular meds now so started taking reduced doses without dr guidance which i know is bad u_u #i see an Actual Doctor in <2wks itll be fine but taking a pill shouldnt give me this much anxiety tch

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applejuicefruit · 1 year

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Hi! Can I request a Kostic imagine in which he takes care of the reader bc shes sick? Thank youuu

filip kostic x reader

Taking care of you

You knew you should have listened to your mother when she told you to always dry your hair before going outside but you thought that a little quick trip to the post office wouldn’t do any wrong to you. So you got out of the shower, you dressed up with some random clothes and left your hair wet as you went to the post office near your apartment. It was only a three minute walk so what could have gone wrong? Nothing, you thought. The moment you came back home you were feeling completely fine, laughing thinking about your mom recommendations because you would get sick but you were all snuggled on the couch watching netflix while waiting for your boyfriend Filip to come back home from training. After he came home you both ate together and talked about your day and then ended up cuddling in your bed. He told you that he would have the next day off so you were both planning something to do, maybe exploring around the city or some shopping or staying at home and watching movies all day, those moments were rare so you wanted to enjoy the most out of it.

“Goodnight” he whispered in your ear before you fell asleep in his arms.

You don’t exactly remember what you were dreaming but it was something good. But nothing could have prepared you for what came in the morning.

You woke up around 6 am shivering and feeling all cold. You were still in Filip’s arms that were keeping you warm but you felt like it wasn’t enough. Maybe because Torino during winter time was really cold, especially in the morning so you thought it was the weather, that maybe it was raining or snowing. So you tried to fell back asleep and somehow you managed it. You woke up again around 9 am, you slept three hours more but you felt exhausted. Filip woke up right after you and kissed your cheek but worriedly looked at you when he felt your cheek heating up.

“My love you’re boiling, are you okay?” he asked softly but your throat hurt so much you couldn’t even speak so you simply shook your head no.

“Baby…you’re shivering” he said trying to cover you a bit more with your blanket.

If only you listened to your mother.

“My head hurt so much…” you whispered, not being able to open your eyes because they were burning up.

“You’re sick honey, you definitely have high fever…stay in bed I’m going to make you some hot tea for your throat okay?” he said leaving the bedroom and going straight to the kitchen to make you some tea and something to eat.

When he came back he found you shivering from the cold so he gave you the hot tea and he came back in bed with you, wanting to cuddle you and keep you warm.

“You’ll get sick too” you whispered him.

“I don’t care, as long as we’re sick together it’s fine with me” he told you kissing your forehead.

“Filip…” you called him “it’s my fault…I should have listened to my mom when she told me to not go outside with wet hair…” you said in a low voice.

He laughed, too in love with your cuteness, especially when you were sick you tend to act more like a child, always wanting attentions and being clingy all the time and, it was hard to admit, but he loved when you were sick so he could take care of you.

“It’s okay baby…I’m here” he held you closer “I’ll take care of you okay? Go back to sleep now” he whispered slowly massaging your back.

You felt tired and even if it was almost ten in the morning you fell asleep in a few minutes, finding comfort in Filip’s arms.

#filip kostic imagine #filip kostic imagines #filip kostic one shot #filip kostic angst #filip kostic smut #filip kostic fluff #filip kostic x reader #filip kostic x you #filip kostic #juventus #juve #juve x reader #football fan #football imagine #football headcanon #football one shot #football drabble #football blurb #football x reader

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roberrtphilip · 3 months

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okay i really need to go to bed so last question that is related: what are the sleeping headcanons !!! light/heavy sleeper, pre-sleep rituals/routines, insomnia, dreams, talking in sleep, etc. give me the cozy snuggly tea

(pre-sofia, (and post-her being a babbie) because of course a little Princess is gonna affect the sleeping vibes quite drastically, lmaooo)

God, a train could crash through their house, and Robert would sleep right through it. He is such a heavy sleeper, and it absolutely amazes Giselle. She timed him once on how long it took him to finally hear his alarm... thirty minutes !!!

The only sound that wakes that man up is his babies crying, he is very aware of when his daughters need him, and will always wake right up. Which surprised Giselle, but she was very thankful, because she's a very light sleeper, so she thought she'd be spending most nights either caring for Sofia herself, or pushing Robert until he finally woke up.

Giselle also struggles with falling asleep. Her mind is so active, and she can't ever seem to shut it off. She spends hours just lying in bed either staring at the ceiling, or watching Robert sleep. It's also not uncommon for her to wake him up and ask random questions that float through her head, or sometimes she'll do it just because she misses him and wants someone to talk to. Robert was very confused about this at first, and wasn't... thrilled about being woken up at 2AM just to be asked "why do you not like snow?" but now he's very used to it and will nod along with whatever it is she's saying. His eyes are usually closed, but he is listening !! It's also hard for her to go back to sleep once she's woken up, and she's usually up very early. She likes being awake at the crack of dawn for many reasons, but one is that she hopes if she's up earlier, and does several things throughout the day, she'll be tired and actually sleep later. It doesn't always work, but she keeps doing it anyway.

They also both can't sleep unless they're touching each other in some way. Usually they fall asleep facing each other, arms wrapped around the other, and their limbs are all tangled up. Even when they're fast asleep, they cling. I headcanon Giselle is a very warm (almost too warm at times) person, and during summer, Robert is struggling bc all she wants to do is cuddle, but she's too hot. And one summer, their AC broke, and Robert woke up drenched in sweat, and tried to get Giselle to stop clinging to him, but no matter how much he pushed her away, she'd just roll right back over and grab him. He ended up having to sleep on the couch that night bc it was just too hot ☹️ but he's used to her body heat now, and will suffer if he has to bc he doesn't like sleeping alone.

For Morgan, as a baby she hardly, if ever cried. She was so quiet, and it really surprised Robert bc he was fully expecting to deal with a ton of sleepless nights, and headaches. And there was some of that right after his divorce, but it didn't last long, thankfully. She was a pretty heavy sleeper, and still is, though not nearly as bad as Robert. I also headcanon that, if Morgan woke up in the middle of the night, instead of crying for his attention, she'd just stare at him. Robert woke up several times to her just 👁️👄👁️ through her crib, and he'd be like "God, Morgan... I am begging you, please start crying... I can't keep waking up to your big ol' eyes just staring at me."

Sofia, omg, Sofia as a baby was the complete opposite of Morgan. She was so loud, and every little sound would wake her up. She was also always wide awake at night, and slept through (most of) the day. Her being a night owl didn't surprise them, really, because she always kicked Giselle the most at night, but it didn't stop them from feeling overwhelmed. And the only way to get her to stop crying was to hold her. The second they'd put her back down, she'd start crying again. And they love holding their baby, of course, they never want to put her down, but it definitely effected their own sleep schedules. But, as Sofia grows up, she inherits Robert's heavy sleeping, and just like him, could sleep through a train crash. Giselle & Robert spend like ten/fifteen minutes waking her up for school, and she's always so grumpy in the morning.

Oh, and night routines !! Giselle started doing a nightly skincare routine, and begged Robert to join her. At first, he did it just to make her happy, but then he started to realize his skin looked amazing and he was like "wait... you're onto something with this skincare crap" and now they do a lil routine together every night. Giselle would 100% have a headband like this (x) or this (x), and Robert would have this one (x) because it's so silly & stupid and he certainly cannot just have a basic one, not on Giselle's watch !!

#💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙#robert philip #giselle philip #morgan philip #sofia philip #enchanted #hc #lumiereandcogsworth #ask #certified enchanted moment™️

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iam-siriuslysher-lokid · 2 years

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Rn I def ship you and Bheem! I have a feeling he'd be so gentle and caring, cooking for you when you're having a bad day (in my mind he knows you love potatoes so even if he's not the best cook ever he can still manage to prep a decent meal) and reminding you you need to look after yourself, especially when the pressure from work or the outside world in general takes a toll on you. During the weekend you would both follow the 'no electronics' rule to spend time together, leave town for a scenic motorcycle ride through the countryside and stop at a cozy inn for the night.

[ bonus: his family runs that small business and they absolutely adore you, so you get double the amount of love whenever you visit them ]

@milla984 babeeeee

✨THIS IS EVERYTHING TO ME ✨🌊🌊🌊

I feel as if there's a sparkling music around like from some fairy sound effects and to imagine myself to be in what you just described is the perfect love and life I could ever dream of.

...he'd be so gentle and caring, cooking for you when you're having a bad day (in my mind he knows you love potatoes so even if he's not the best cook ever he can still manage to prep a decent meal)

Seeing myself just staying on bed, not really feeling like getting up and Bheem waking me up with some hot soup in his hands - then he'll tell he's baking pizza and the toppings are my fave potatoes (*evil laugh to you Milla*) then he will also note that it might not be good - i know he just doesn't want to admit that he's a good cook but he really is.

...reminding you you need to look after yourself, especially when the pressure from work or the outside world in general takes a toll on you.

I immediately thought of the picture Tarak posted weeks ago. Him and his wife but for this moment, I'll be in her shoes (hello imagination). Like I feel Bheem will insist we walk early in the morning to help me de-stress and will endlessly remind me to get up early before we head to sleep. Then, when the morning comes, Bheem, already excited about the walk will drag my hands cheerily and will talk about how beautiful the mountains, the sunrise, the chirp of birds, the crowing of the chickens, the sky. He is also the kind of guy that will say hi to anyone he passes by. He will also tell silly jokes and will wait on how will I react and even it's so cringy - we'd still both laugh. And when it's time to come home and have breakfast, he'll have a cup of coffee and I will have a hot choco (bc he knows I am not a coffee person).

During the weekend you would both follow the 'no electronics' rule to spend time together, leave town for a scenic motorcycle ride through the countryside and stop at a cozy inn for the night.

And Bheem'll also let me drive the motorcycle (although he feels it's an unquestionable decision from him) but only for a couple of minutes bc I'd be driving too slow. He'll be patient to teach me anyway. And when we get tired of all that, we'll just rest in the fields, snuggling and watching the sun sets....

bonus: his family runs that small business and they absolutely adore you, so you get double the amount of love whenever you visit them

Bheem will always tease that we cannot visit his family because he's got some stuff to do but I will still insist that we should because I love his family. End of day, he's already on the motorcycle shouting my name that we go - I'd be jumping like a child riding the carousel for the first time that he's also beaming towards my reaction and I'll be hugging Bheem tight while we ride into the night.

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Okay, I didn't mean to post this long but as I was typing this, I somehow couldn't stop smiling 🥰💞

Thank you so much for sending this to me Milla 💗 Words are not enough to express how much I adore this.

WHERE MY BHEEM GIRLS AT??? 🤭🤭🤭

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iamfabiloz · 2 years

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For the writing prompt thing: Maybe Frostfur and Brindleface hanging out in the nursery!

More sister bonding writing hehhe! Note: I projected a teeny bit on frostfur bc am like an seconds away from running into smth lol anyways I hope u like it :]

The sun was sinking below the tree line, its burning glow like a fire ball in the sky. The wide blue-gray expanse gradually turned into shades of orangey-crimson and marigold-yellow, the sunlight slowly becoming dimmer and dimmer. Frostfur’s white coat was dappled by shadows cast by the nursery’s den wall, it being a bramble bush. Goldenflower and Speckletail were sound asleep in the same nest, their tawny pelts rising and falling with each breath. Lynxkit and Swiftkit were tucked in the curve of Goldenflower’s soft belly, their snores barely above a mewl. Speckletail twitched, her tail curling protectively over her daughter’s side. Frostfur supressed a hearty purr.

Even in slumber, Speckletail was a mother hen.

Beside the pair was Brindleface, Frostfur’s sister, presumably asleep as well, her belly swollen with unborn kittens. Frostfur looked down at her own kits, sighing. Cinderkit, Brackenkit, Brightkit and Thornkit were curled up at her stomach, their little paws poking at her fur. She loved them with all her heart, but she felt a bit irritated at being cooped up caring for them all day. Frostfur stared at the moss ball in front of her glumly, thinking of her mate, Lionheart. He had wanted to stay in the den with her, but the area was packed enough as it was with four queens and their kits. Lionheart’s massive golden stature wouldn’t have fit comfortably in the brambles. Frostfur laid her head down and and fidgeted with her paws.

Her pelt suddenly tingled, like ants were crawling all over it. She twitched and shifted in her nest restlessly. The urge to get up and sprint fizzed beneath her pelt, but it was sleeping time for her babies. Cinderkit squirmed beside her belly, her stubby little legs sticking out like twigs. Frostfur gently stroked her back with the tip of her tail, trying to lull her back to sleep. Cinderkit relaxed under her touch and Frostfur’s purred softly. She cared so much about her children, but she desperately needed to stretch her stiff legs.

I’ll be back in a bit, my dears.

Frostfur slowly began to rise from her spot, careful not to disturb her sleeping bundles. She gently adjusted her moss nest and turned towards the exit of the den. Stepping outside, the light of the moon dazzled her. The sky was now a deep purpley-blue, far away stars glittering beautifully in the darkness. The moon was shiny and full, looking like a huge, pupil-less eye in the sky. The camp was blissfully quiet, every cat sound asleep in their nests. Frostfur drank in the view, relishing the cool touch of the breeze against her hot fur.

Frostfur paced around the outside of the den for a few minutes, letting her body go on autopilot as she thought about the various things she had planned and wanted to do. When she got tired of that, she simply sat down and stared at the night sky, wondering which stars were her lost loved ones.

She got so caught up in her star-gazing, she didn’t hear a cat come up from behind her.

“Frostfur? You’re up late.” Brindleface’s voice made the white-furred queen jump. The pale gray she-cat padded up beside her sister, her fur glowing as she stepped out into the moonlight. Frostfur flicked her tail in acknowledgement and shifted to make room for her littermate to sit.

“I thought you were asleep! You scared me you fur-ball.” She huffed with a smile.

Brindleface chortled. “Even with my belly, I’m still the sneakiest hunter in all the clans!” She bent her legs in a crouch for a few heartbeats before laying down next to her sibling.

“And the one with the biggest head!” Frostfur grunted jokingly, sticking out her tongue.

Brindleface snorted. “I don’t know what you mean, my head is a perfectly adequate size.” She tossed it back dramatically and Frostfur giggled.

“Anyways, what are you doing out here?” Brindleface asked.

“I couldn’t sleep, I got all this pent up energy y’know.” Frostfur replied, bending down and nudging Brindleface’s shoulder with her nose affectionately. Brindleface nodded, her green eyes glimmering with understanding.

“I get that. I’ve been staying in the nursery for only a moon and it’s driving me up the wall.” She meowed, her tail twitching. “I really feel like taking a good romp and chasing some squirrels but,” Brindleface poked her own belly with a paw. “I can’t run as fast as I could before because of them.” Frostfur mrrowed with amusement. “Their a pawful, aren’t they?”

Brindleface nodded, screwing up her muzzle. “I’m so drained and famished all the time. And they just woke me up with their little paws kicking.”

Frostfur brushed her muzzle against her sister’s ear in sympathy. “You just need to get through another moon of this, then they’ll be like that, but on the outside.” She teased, trying to lift her sister’s spirits.

“Real comforting,” Brindleface said sarcastically, though her tone was lighthearted. “But I am excited. I see you with your litter all the time, I wonder what mine’s going to be like.” Brindleface mused, her voice curious.

Frostfur smiled. “I bet they’ll all be gray little clones of you! They’ll all be named Spottykit or something.”

Brindleface purred. “As lovely as that name is, I’ve had some other ideas actually. I’ve been thinking of the name Ashkit. It could go along with your Cinderkit! Oooh and maybe Fernkit or Tulipkit too!” Brindleface said softly, her voice brimming with excitement.

Frostfur nodded approvingly. “I like those names, dawww, they’re adorable!”

Brindleface’s blinked happily.

“Ohh, what about Elderkit as a name?” The pale gray she-cat suddenly blurted out.

Frostfur blinked at her, bewildered.

“ELDERkit? Like an old cat?”

Brindleface frowned. “Of course not! Like the plant!”

“The plant?”

“Don’t you know it? Elder berries!”

Frostfur squinted at her. “I’ve never heard of those in my life.” Brindleface rolled her eyes playfully. “Looks like SOMEONE didn’t pay attention to Spottedleaf‘s herb knowledge speeches.”

Frostfur grinned cheekily. “You stayed for for those? I always skipped out and told Spotted that plants weren’t my thing.” Brindleface stared at her in surprise. “I thought it was mandatory, seeing as Spottedleaf is the medicine cat and all. But you should have stayed anyways, I learned a bunch about the territory’s flora and stuff.”

“I can see that. That’s cool, really, but… Elderkit? That’s…” Frostfur trailed off.

“Strange?” Brindleface finished with a purr. “I like it, okay! Elderberry would be a cute full name.” Brindleface protested, jabbing the snow-white queen’s side with a paw. Frostfur tossed her head back, chuckling.

“Okayy, Elderberry is a nice name, I admit it. Make sure to tell Bluestar that though, it would be terrible if they ended up getting named Elderpelt or something.”

Brindleface laughed, her plump sides rising up and down. “I know, I knoww.“

Brindleface’s maw split in a yawn and she blinked, the energy from her green eyes dimming. “I’m sleepy again,” She grunted, rubbing at her face with a paw. “I’d better get back to my nest.” Frostfur stroked her sister’s side with her tail comfortingly and sighed. “I guess I should head back too. Shame though, I wanted to be out here for a while longer. I need the fresh air.” Frostfur began to get to her paws.

Brindleface tipped her head thoughtfully.

“I can sleep with your kits for the night if you want.”

Frostfur blinked in surprise.

“Really? That would be great!”

Frostfur bent down and licked her sister’s ears affectionately. “Thank you.”

Brindleface beamed. “Don’t mention it, I need the practice for my own litter. If you want, I can be your go-to, for when you want to go out like this again. I’m sure Lionheart would happily curl up with them all day too. We could ask Redtail to organize a patrol to expand the den for him to fit.”

Frostfur’s chest warmed and she bumped her head against her sister’s shoulder, gratitude sweeping over her. “Those are good ideas, I appreciate it a lot. We can talk it over more tomorrow. You’re the best, Brindle!”

“Okay, I’ll remind you, Frost. You stay out here and relax.” Brindleface rubbed her muzzle alongside her sibling’s cheek lovingly before pulling away.

“And of course! I’m your best and only littermate!“ The tabby boasted teasingly.

Frostfur nipped at her ear. “Alright, go before I take it back.” She snapped, pretending to be fed up, but a purr rumbled in her throat. Brindleface grinned and slipped back into the nursery, her pelt falling into darkness. Frostfur’s heart felt full as she watched the gray queen curl around her nieces and nephews, gently wrapping her soft tail over the sleeping kittens.

Frostfur stared back at the sky, feeling at ease. She spun in a circle for a few seconds before settling down on the cool earth beneath her, closing her blue eyes in peaceful bliss.

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vacantgodling · 1 year

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tit for tat: the character from witch noir i'm most obsessed with right now is angel. he just sucks so bad, but at the last minute he decides to try really hard!! for love!!! he's a cancer sun pisces moon pisces rising he's so sad and pathetic and full of love. he cries big ghibli tears and changes reality through sheer force of he believes in it so hard. he can't drive and his best friend is a cat. and he looks like oscar isaac.

now you 🔁

thank you for doing this i’m also now???? obsessed with him. cancer x pisces baby he’s so TINY idk i’m holding him i am kissing on the head i am giving him hot chocolate 😭 i’d love to know more about him?? how does he suck? how does he manage to turn things around? what’s his cats name??? i need to knowww

(also he looks like oscar isaac? i’m 👀 looking)

i randomly get into moods for stuff so like earlier i was going through my google drive with all my nonsense and looked back over my stuff for NAD and man i wish this plot would better reveal itself to me bc i love these characters. so much!!!

NAD rn is an acronym placeholder title for the actual wip itself (hopefully it’ll name itself… one day…) standing for the 3 povs that the story’s gonna switch through.

N is for Nyseah Nicoletti. she’s a trans femme nurse who is so. fucking. tired. she’s so damn tired. let her sleep. in her 30s and works the midnight shift most nights of the week and hardly takes time for herself, chain smokes to keep the edge off of how tired and irritable she always is. she wants better for herself but like ? how. getting the boob job was hard enough lmao. anyway tho, she’s given a respite from her misery one rare night off and she decides (for once) to go out. gets all dressed up, goes to a bar and WOW? a handsome man is actually?? flirting with her???? this doesn’t happen every day, what’s the occasion? they end up going back to a motel, fuck, and then nyseah wakes up alone. everything’s cool… until she opens her left eye. then SUDDEN PAIN!!! (i posted that excerpt here but she’s not having a god time). and well, come to find out she’s psychic now. but not in a good way. in a if you even think about using your powers blood is pouring from your eye type of way. ends up meeting some “escaped experiment” kids that she immediately adopts who are able to help her but her whole story is kinda. revenge for this dude who fucked her over like this bc it’s definitely one-night-stand dude’s fault (and this ain’t just a funny like. he literally caused this lol,,)

A is for Alona. a sweet, little air headed but doing her best! college student in her early 20s. she picks up a job at the largest and most famous (infamous probably) company in the city as a part time secretary and is living the good life, or is trying to! her coworkers are a bit standoffish at times but she’s pretty chill with the whole thing until one day for the first time she’s asked to stay on for the night shift. that night goes well, but she notices what looks to be a trail of blood coming from one of the back rooms she’s told not to go into and while she doesn’t that night the thought doesn’t leave her mind. she just can’t help but want to know more? somethings not right and well. she’s curious! (let’s just hope the cat phrase doesn’t come to fruition shall we).

finally, D is for PI Donte MacBride, the oldest of the bunch in his mid 40s. he really should retire from doing pi work but he has no other prospects or savings, so he just lives out his days in his little rickety shop/turned upstairs apartment (since he lost the last real place he had), shooing away those with hopes of him facing the cruel justice system on their behalf. he won’t, not anymore, he’s done with that circus. and he’s all but stopped taking on cases too until one day a very. very famous guest decides to drop by; an actor known only by his first name leonine. he comes by to request his services, claiming its only for closure as per don’s policy: find out who killed recently killed rising star, the singer roxanne davis, one of his dearest friends. and he makes don a monetary offer he can’t refuse—one that would set him for the rest of his life. so… despite the red flags about touching this case going off in his head, don finds himself taking on one last case.

as you can probably guess, these three stories intersect and the three of them are going to meet and realize they’re all on the same path to… whatever the fuck is going on here. but !! i have yet to figure out truly what it is aside from lil bits and pieces. fjfjfj i’m sorry this was so long haha.

#s: nad #just thinking about the True Found Family Dynamic

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lightspren · 11 months

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so lol it did turn out to be fleas on my cat

(I’m not wholly convinced that that’s the entirety of what’s wrong, because she’s been having issues for months and we’ve only seen flea evidence in the past like three days, but it’s the obvious culprit and clearly an issue so we have to address it anyway)

so I’ve finally with the help of medication lmao quit full force panicking. For Now. but i’m looking at my extensive to do list for tomorrow and am already fucking exhausted. and I’m probably not even being as thorough as I should be. I can’t tell if it’s the panicky brain or the rational brain saying I SHOULD wash every piece of fabric in the house with hot water. my sister didn’t suggest that and she’s generally Familiar with these things, but I don’t know. already planning to vacuum repeatedly which i *hate* but that’s the biggest suggestion. but like will my usual vacuuming be enough or do I need to be like, moving the couch and the bed and all kinds of extra shit. i don’t know. pointless anyway bc I guarantee I won’t have the energy to do a truly thorough cleaning, I’ll be lucky to get through half of the half assed cleaning I intend.

i am very tired and it’s very frustrating that bugs can send me into such a panic that I’m literally either crying or frozen in place. it makes it extra hard to do this shit bc i’m terrified the minute i like, lift a cushion, that there will be a swarm of bugs or some shit. AAAAUGH i’m done here i thought laying my thoughts out would help but it’s not helping. I need to go sleep goodbye.

#kit talks

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zombiesama · 1 year

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I can't remember if I complained about what happened today on this blog or not so here's a recap

(under the cut bc it's long)

A pipe froze at the library I work at sometime during the past week, which we were closed for due to a blizzard.

The pipe burst, and was leaking water for an unknown amount of time. Some books were so ruined that hard-covers could be bent in half, which means it definitely happened awhile ago.

My boss just happened to decide to salt the sidewalks and noticed the leak before anyone showed up for their shifts. Me and my coworker arrived at the same time after him for our shifts and tried calling him before we were even in the building (bc the leak was that bad, just opening the backdoor we could see water leaking)

there was an inch of water in the basement (children's library), along with soaked floors upstairs (adult library) and ceiling tiles were ruined in the children's library. The ceiling tiles pretty much disintegrated in the water. Very gross. The fake clouds hanging from the ceiling are ruined. The children's library was remodeled a few years back. Which cost a lot. We are hurting enough for funds, this really sucks.

We lost so whole shelves children's books, including some antiques that are irreplaceable (old golden books, berenstain bears, curious george, and more)

We were able to rescue the children's graphic novels and chapter books with no losses as far as I know

We lost some non-fiction children's books

We have hundreds of books drying, hoping they'll survive, but a lot of them are also lost causes.

We spent hours moving books and assessing damage. Lots of bending over and crouching, moving heavy furniture, and rushing around. It was hot and humid in the basement. It was not fun.

I over worked myself and had to leave early because my heart was going at 130bpm (which I found out after I was home)

There's at least one wall that needs to come down because it is soaked through

We lost at least one computer. at most 5.

The county library will remain open, but the city library (where the leak was) will be closed indefinitely. On Monday we're supposed to show up at our usual location and get instructions for what we can do.

Worst case scenario, I'm out of a job for awhile.

Best case scenario, there are enough non-manual-labor tasks that my hours aren't affected.

It's devastating seeing so many books ruined, nearly everyone said they were near tears when they first saw the damage. Thankfully I am an unfeeling robot so I did not cry

My prior employer, a disaster cleaning company, turned us down because they apparently have bad blood with the library so we had to call 3 other places before anyone would help us.

By the time I left there was still a half-inch deep puddle in the children's library.

I overworked myself so hard I am in pain everywhere. I was already running on 4 hours of sleep, and I have a heart condition so the mix of adrenaline, anxiety and manual labor really hurt me. I am so painfully exhausted I feel like I'm going to cry any minute.

I am so so tired

We lost so many books

The mayor made an appearance to see how bad it was. It was really really bad. Really bad.

Devastating damage.

Ouch.

on top of everything, the former president of the library board suffered a stroke and is in the hospital. I can't imagine the stress my boss is under.

#rice rambles #so like. everything is bad right now lol

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pebblethief · 1 year

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EVENS MOTHERFUCKER

i love u, anon

2. thoughts on veganism? broadly i am for it. but environmentalism comes first. so like.....wool is objectively better for the planet than plastic. i will buy real leather for practical purposes (eg my walking boots are leather) but i wont buy leather OR pleather for ~fashion~ reasons if i can possibly help it. I havent eaten meat since 2005 and my dairy intake is mostly limited to 'literally dont have room in the fridge for another milk' and 'proper chocolate/ice cream/cheese is an occasional treat' basically: good for the planet > good for animals, but disagree w the frivolous/rampant consumption of animal products? 4. mythical creature you think/believe is real? hmmmmmmm. statistically i think aliens exist? but likely not within reachable distances. probably some weird creatures we havent found yet but like.. i dont believe in nessie except for fun reasons 6. do you use a watch? i do! i have a ~fitness watch~ but mostly to track my sleep/stress. i do use it for watch-y reasons too 8. do you change into specific clothes for the house when you get home? i would rather die than wear jeans at home for more than 20 minutes. if i am at home i am wearing pjs/loose cotton trousers 10. on a plane, do you ask for apple or orange juice? i have never been on a plane! but apple juice > orange, esp long life 12. brand of haircare/bodycare/skincare that you trust 100%? no? last year for my bday i bought a bottle of faith in nature shampoo and it lasted literally over a year so i bought another but that is as far as brand loyalty goes lol 14. do you think you’re dehydrated? never. probably overhydrated if the amount i have to pee says anything 16. thoughts on mint chocolate chip? the only time i like mint!! i love it! 18. your boba/tea order? never had boba :( 20. favorite disney princess movie? uhhhhhhhh. not really a disney person. brave i guess? 22. do you have an emotional support water bottle? unless it is hot i barely drink water tbh 24. which do you find yourself using, american or british english? gotta admit i do sometimes phrase stuff in american english online bc it gets tiring having americans be amused by the way i talk lol. if i know u you can deal with my weird british idioms tho 26. how’s your spice tolerance? uhhhh. i dont seek out 'so spicy it hurts' but its not....the worst? if it is going to make my eyes water it better be really tasty 28. last meal on earth? deep fried tofu in kung pao sauce!!!!!! followed by.....big slice of cake 30. ask me anything ! you didnt!!

#tyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

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