#im gonna take a nap be back in a bit <3
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SLEEPTALKIN’
⇥ synopsis : 3 times chris heard you talking in your sleep
⇥ warnings : none!! fluff fluff fluff
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by the time chris and his brothers came back from filming, you were already asleep. chris came in the room quietly, shuffling out of his uggs and tugging his shirt over his head. he was beyond ready to just lay down with his girl, he and nick had argued which already annoyed chris, but matt had just egged it on and annoyed him even more.
putting his thoughts to the side, chris lifts up his comforter and crawls in bed with you, wrapping an arm around you as you lay on your stomach. he hears your mumble something unintelligible, making him hum and press a kiss to your cheek. chris shuffles his phone out from his pocket, planning to do a bit of scrolling on tiktok or instagram, whatever gets him tired faster.
after about ten minutes, chris' eyes were drooping and he was fighting to keep them open. he rolled onto his other side to put his phone down, and when he rolls back over, so do you. you turn over so abruptly your hand flies out and accidentally backhands him. chris opened his mouth to make a snarky comment, but paused when he heard you mumble something.
"chrissy...?"
it was barely a whisper, but it makes chris move the arm that was resting on his face back to a comfortable position and whisper back to you. "im right here ma, im right here," he whispers it into your hair, pressing a kiss there after.
you hum in content, still in a deep sleep. chris leans over once more to make sure youre still sleeping before tucking into your back and going to sleep himself.
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you had been sick for the past three days, the bug that had spread through your friends ended up getting you too. and after throwing up your breakfast, you practically begged chris to just get back in bed and nap with you, too tired to stick to the plans you had for the day.
that had been over an hour ago, and chris was still wide awake as you slept on him, not that he was complaining. despite your sickness and willingness to sleep all day, just laying down with you while you napped was good enough for chris.
you beginning to mumble something snapped chris out of his trance, allowing him to listen to what you were saying.
“love you, chrissy..”
you mumble, curling into your boyfriend a little more. this caused chris to brush your hair from your face and press a kiss to your head before returning the sentiment.
“love you too ma, get some rest”
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you had decided to sleep in chris’ room as he filmed a fortnite video, which proved to be a mistake as he was extremely loud. you expected him to tone it down a little since you were in there, but he had apparently forgotten all about you.
it wasnt until he got up to take a bathroom break that he saw you under the covers, eyebrows furrowed as you had a frown on your face. guilt washed over him, and despite the fact you were a heavy sleeper, he knew his noise was affecting your dreams, which in turn affected the quality of sleep you got.
once be had used the bathroom, chris came out and knelt on your side of the bed, planning on soothing the frustration on your face before going back to filming.
he rubbed your cheek, which normally eased the tension on your face but it hadn’t this time. he barely caught your mumbles over the new sound of his brothers calling his name loudly through the call, but he managed.
“stop bein’.. so loud chris”
you grumble, obviously still sleeping as a light snore followed your words. chris frowned, pressing a kiss on the bridge of your nose before replying.
“sorry ma, gonna be more quiet” he mumbled, pressing a kiss to your cheek before returning to his gaming setup. this time around, chris was 110% more focused on his noise level and how rowdy he got, not wanting to actually wake up his girl.
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Babysitter
Kinktober Day 19- Breeding Kink
au created in part by @fuckmyskywalker 🫶
warnings: trailer trash!anakin, dub con, mentions of housewife kink, mentions of breeding kind, dry humping, no smut, this is bad tbh im sorry, 18+ minors dni
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You never minded doing your neighbor Anakin favors. He is a single dad with three adult children and a grandchild, despite his young age. You don't know many people who become grandparents in their 40s, but Anakin's son had gotten a girl pregnant and she left him to take care of the baby.
Anakin's son isn't the best parent. He's still a kid himself but he's been working long hours to make enough money to support his child. During the day when he's at work, you come over to take care of the baby.
They don't pay you much but the baby, Eddie, is the sweetest little boy in the entire world. You work nights at the diner, so spending time at Anakin's trailer during the day is no issue at all, especially when you're so close to your own home.
Anakin's hours at the mechanic's shop change all the time. Sometimes he goes in before sunrise and gets home at 3 pm, and other times he hasn't woken up for the day by the time you get there to watch Eddie.
Today is one of the days he got home early. You were folding laundry on the couch when he walked in, sweaty and grimy from the day. He froze in the doorway when he saw you.
"Hi, Mr. Skywalker," you greet with a smile.
"You don't have to call me that," he chuckles as he kicks off his boots by the door. "How's the baby been?"
"Oh, just perfect," you smile. "He's down for a nap right now."
Anakin nods as he walks over to the kitchen sink to wash his hands. He watches you continue to fold the laundry and he thinks to himself that you would make a good housewife. You're responsible, pretty, and young enough to handle young kids.
Anakin drys his hands on the towel on the counter, then walks over to where you sit on the couch. You look up at him but you find it hard to maintain eye contact when he's looking at you so intensely. You've always been a bit intimidated by Anakin, but you know it's all in your head. He's a nice guy and you're just a girl with a stupid crush.
"Need any help?" he asks.
"No, it's okay," you smile.
"Are you sure?" he insists.
You look down at the full laundry basket of folded clothes. "Well, you could bring that to the bedroom for me if you want," you say.
With a charming smile, Anakin bends down to pick up the basket and starts off down the hall before turning around, waiting for you to follow him.
Anakin places the basket on the bed and stands back as you begin to place the clothes in his drawers. When you bend down to put some paired socks in the bottom drawer, Anakin looks shamelessly at your ass.
Putting on the charm and playing the nice guy has never been hard for Anakin. What's difficult is keeping his true nature hidden when no one is watching.
He sees how you look at him. You wouldn't babysit Eddie everyday for basically free if something wasn't in it for you. Anakin comes home early from work some days just so he can see your face light up when he walks through the door. You're so cute and innocent; such a sweet girl who has no idea what she's getting herself into.
Licking his lips, Anakin decides he doesn't want to hold off any longer. He steps towards you to place his hands on your hips and he pulls you back against him.
"Anakin!" you gasp, making him chuckle.
"Shh, you'll wake the baby," he says into her ear. "It's alright."
"W-what are you doing?"
The tip of his nose brushes against your ear and you shiver in his arms. "I'm doin' exactly what you want me to do, dollface."
"What-"
"You do all the house work, take care of my baby, greet me when I come home from work. You're pretty much my little housewife already. Why don't we make it official, huh?"
"I don't know what you mean," you say breathlessly.
Anakin's laugh rumbles through his chest. "I'm gonna make you mine, sweetheart. Might even give you a baby of your own."
Anakin's erection pokes your ass and you can't resist from pressing back against it. You have no idea where this is all coming from, but you have been dreaming of this. Anakin coming in and bending you over to claim you for his own, though you never thought it would actually happen.
"You wanna be pregnant with my kid, baby? You'd make such a good mommy. Don't you wanna make me a daddy again?"
Your stomach burns with desire but you know it's wrong. You had no idea he even had interest in you but now he's talking about getting you pregnant? You're brought out of your thoughts by the sound of Eddie crying in the next room. Saved by the bell.
You try to break away from Anakin's hold but he grips your hips tightly.
"But Eddie-"
"Let him cry. This is more important."
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taking what's not yours - f. castle & m. murdock
a/n: ALRIGHT ITS FINALLY DONE uhhh sorry this has no smut i was just goofing and wanted to write something cute with our two favorites and you guys seemed to really want this one so! i have no regrets actually! im gonna go take a nap now
warnings: polyamorous relationships, frank has nightmares, reader is autistic, reader has an oral fixation/biting problem, nosebleeds/blood, crying, cursing, lots of cute nicknames, talks of death, some sexual comments, lots of kissing and fluff
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comments and feedback are always appreciated <3
summary: a week in the life of a relationship with frank castle and matt murdock, your two favorite vigilantes.
pairing: frank castle x autistic!gn!reader x matt murdock
now playing: taking what's not yours - tv girl
"you know where to find me/and i know where to look"
Soft country music from before country music as a genre went modern and became what it is today plays from the radio Frank insists on keeping on while he cooks dinner. His flannel is tight around his chest and the sleeves are rolled up as he brings a spoon to his mouth, tasting the sauce he’s been preparing for the past few hours. He adds more pepper.
The door opens from across the apartment, and all he hears is, “Frank! Tell Matt to stop being mean to me!” You and Matt make your way through the apartment after taking off your shoes and coats, Matt loosening his tie as he follows you into the kitchen. Frank turns when you step into the kitchen, immediately moving over to him and finding your place in the crook of his arm.
“Red bein’ mean to you, honey?” Frank asks as he kisses the top of your head, grinning at Matt as he huffs, standing with his hands on his hips.
“Yeah, it doesn’t matter if it’s handsome if he’s so mean, does it?” You ask.
“No, it doesn’t,” He grins, and you stick your tongue out to Matt playfully, and he mimics you before going over to Frank and pressing a soft kiss to his lips.
“Hi.” The lawyer hums, happy to be back home with his two favorite people.
“Hi.” Frank grins, unsure of how serious you are about Matt being mean to him. “What’s going on, why are you being mean?” Matt raises an eyebrow at you, unhappy with your running to Frank.
“Can’t just run to daddy to fix your problems, pup.” He accuses, and you scoff. His words are playful, but your face is red at the call out.
“You know what, Murdock—”
“Hey! Will someone please tell me what’s going on?” Frank cuts in, and Matt tilts his head in your direction, and you quietly plead for Matt not to tell on you, and--
“They bit me.” Frank sighs at his words.
“I was being affectionate!” You immediately go into defense mode, ducking out of Frank’s arm, trying to casually walk off from the pair towards the fridge, only for Matt to grab your arm, pulling you between the two men, your back against Frank’s chest, face to face with Matt.
“You cannot bite people, pup.” Matt says, and you frown.
“I like biting people—”
“That’s a problem!” Frank’s words attempt to be serious, but they’re coated by a soft laugh as his hands, rough from a long day of working blue collar, rub up and down your arms.
“See? You’re getting Frank to agree with me, do you know how hard that is to do?” Matt hums, and you tilt your head.
“What? You love Frank, it’s actually kind of gross—”
“It is gross isn’t it?” Matt asks teasingly, leaning up to kiss Frank again. You roll your eyes at the fact that you’re being reprimanded by your boyfriends, sandwiched between them, forced to deal with the consequences of your actions. “But I’m being serious, okay?”
“Matty,” Your head leans back against Frank’s chest, “I don’t bite anyone who isn’t you or Frank..”
Alright, let’s level with each other—Frank and Matt are well aware of the fact that you’re neurodivergent. You get overstimulated with loud, crowded situations very easily, you struggle to understand jokes a lot, and you once told them that in middle school, you became so hyper fixated on waffles to the point where you ate them for breakfast and lunch most days, practically begging your mom to let you have it for dinner most nights (She let you have them once a month) and then, after fourteenth months, you stopped. You have not been able to eat a waffle since.
The point is the two men you’re sandwiched between are no strangers to your neurodivergence. They know it’s stimulating in the best way to chew or suck on something, your oral fixation coming back with a vengeance after you tried to repress it for so long. You chew on everything. You chew on the strands of your hoodies, you chew on your sleeves, you chew on ice, gum, you chew on your boyfriends, and you chew on your cheeks to the point where you draw blood, which always gets Matt to scold you, because he can smell the coppery blood from his place across the room, and immediately tells Frank.
Matt Murdock is a little tattletale.
“We’ll figure it out, okay?” Frank hums, resting his chin on your shoulder. “We’ll get you something to chew on—”
“What, like a chew toy? That’s embarrassing,” you groan, and Matt just laughs a bit, leaning in to oppress a kiss to the shoulder that Frank is not leaning on.
“Then stop biting, pup.”
You pause, contemplating the options you have. Fix your biting issue or have Matt and Frank fix it for you. Honestly, you don’t think you have the neurotypical willpower to fix this problem, so you go,
“Okay, fine. You guys have my permission to do what you want to fix it.” You huff. Frank presses a kiss to your cheek while Matt presses a kiss to the other. You feel the smirks against your skin, and you realize what’s happening before you can run, “Wait, no, I swear to god—” Matt picks up your legs with ease as Frank secures his arms around your torso, the pair beginning to carry you to the couch. You groan as they throw you onto the leather couch, landing with a huff. “You’re both awful.”
Matt leans down and bites your shoulder.
“Doesn’t feel good, does it?”
“Jokes on you, Daredevil, I’m into that—” You feel Frank sink his teeth into your arm.
“Wrong answer.” Matt responds for him.
//
Later that night, after dinner, you’re laying against Matt, your legs resting in Frank’s lap. You’re listening to music, and the environment is very relaxed, none of you are particularly on edge. Matt’s fingers are resting in your mouth. You relax like this a lot, just sucking his fingers gently. You’re absentmindedly just sucking on his fingers when you bite down on them—It’s not an accident, and Matt would call you out on it if you lied.
So when you bite down, not entirely consciously, he huffs, “With the biting, baby, come on,” he softly condemns, and remembering your deal, Frank gets up with a sigh, patting your leg before he got up and headed to the kitchen. You’re confused for a second before Matt’s nose twitches with recognition, so he grabs your shoulder and pulls you close, his hand finding your cheeks and squeezing your mouth so that it’s in an ‘o’ shape.
Frank approaches you with a spoon and a jar of peanut butter, and your eyebrows are furrowed in confusion, and the rest of your features are squished by Matt’s hands. Frank scoops a big wad of peanut butter onto the spoon before sticking it in your mouth. You’re confused, as Matt’s hand leaves your face, as you begin munching on the peanut butter.
You take a while to eat the peanut butter, quietly enjoying the taste while enjoying how long you’re keeping yourself busy, since it’s taking a long time to work down the peanut butter due to how sticky it is in the roof of your mouth. When you’re done licking and enjoying the taste of the peanut butter, you look to Frank.
“What was that for?”
“Well, it kept you busy from biting, didn’t it?” He grinned. Your face is flushed as you hand him the spoon.
“Can I have some more?”
Frank chuckles and kisses you quick.
“Sure, honey.”
//
A few nights later, Frank sits on the couch of the apartment, the windows open wide as he listens to the howling wind outside. He’s waiting. Waiting for what, he doesn’t know. His skin is still hot, trying to relax after waking up from a nightmare. It’s always the same. Maria and his children, always dying in his arms. Always sitting at the kitchen table, always with you and Matt, always dead.
The chill that comes in from the window is enough to make him feel alive through as he quietly waits for Matt to get back. He’s in an old tee shirt and sweatpants, flicking his lighter on and off in the quiet as he tries to focus on something that isn’t the idea of the pair of you dead, dead like his wife, dead like his kids, dead dead dead—
“Frank? What are you doing up?” Matt’s soft voice echoes through the apartment, and his head tilts softly. He goes over to the couch, still in his full Daredevil suit. Frank stands up and goes over to him by the window, pulling off his cowl just to look at his face. His hand lands gently on Matt’s face, his thumb rubbing gently on the scars that surround Matt’s eyes.
“Couldn’t sleep.” Matt catches the lie and does not call him out.
“Do you wanna talk about it?” Frank’s jaw hardens, and even though Matt cannot see, he avoids his gaze. And in a moment of pure vulnerability, he wraps his arms around Matt, holding him close. Matt’s hand gently runs up and down his spine, trying to comfort him. After a few moments of quiet, he asks, “Do you want me to wake them up?” You were always better at making people feel better than Matt was—Especially Frank.
“Nah.. No point..” He says quietly. After a few more minutes of quiet, he feels another pair of arms wrap around him from behind, your chest against his back. You press soft kisses onto the back of his shoulders.
“Too late.” Matt hums. You’re wearing an old tee shirt of Frank’s, a pair of boxers you bought for yourself and a pair of Matt’s fuzzy socks. You stay there for a little while, sleepily hugging Frank, comforting him. Your eyes grow heavy, and slowly, you fall asleep against him, just for a moment. Then, Frank picks you up, and you wake up again, tired.
“What? What’s going on?” You ask him, and he just smiles down to you.
“We’re gonna go to bed while Red showers, and he’ll be right back.” He tells you, gently placing you on the bed. You yawn as Frank crawls into bed, and you find yourself on top of him, your legs tangled with his. You listen to Matt shower and fall asleep waiting for him to come join you.
He comes back out with his hair wet, in just his sweatpants. He tucks himself into bed, his arms around Frank, as you sprawl out on top of them, desperately needing to be close to both. Frank is nowhere near tired. Matt knows that, and just gently kisses his hair and the back of his neck.
“You need sleep.”
“You ain’t the boss of me, red.” He grumbles, and you hush them harshly, causing them to both laugh a little bit. Matt slowly falls asleep, trying to stay awake to comfort Frank, but he’s spent his entire night beating the shit out of goons and criminals, so he’s absolutely spent. Frank tilts his head and presses another kiss to his lips. “Go to bed, I’ll be okay.” Matt wants to protest but he just buries his face in the crook of his neck.
Frank’s hands gently trail your torso a bit. His hands are rough and sort of cold, but they just explore your back as he attempts to find sleep. It’s a fruitless venture, but he doesn’t mind. He’s okay with just listening to the pair of you breathing.
//
“Are you two wearing my flannels?” Frank has about seven flannels, and he has four in the wash and one that has a tear waiting to be fixed, so he’s looking for his spare two when he finds you painting Matt’s nails on the floor of the apartment. You’re painting Matt’s nails a nice shade of dark red, with little hearts in a lighter pink.
That had taken a lot of convincing, really, but once you had agreed not to bite him all day, he reluctantly agrees to let you paint his nails, desperately wanting to be good at something and be focused on one thing for more than twenty minutes.
Periodically, Matt’s foot will tap against your back, reminding you to adjust your posture as you work on your masterpiece. He just got done with a big court case, so he tells you he’ll maintain your artwork for at least a few days. But yeah, you two are most definitely wearing Frank’s last two flannels.
“They’re comfy,” You defend, focusing on your work. Matt’s foot taps against your tailbone to remind you to straighten your back.
Really, Frank doesn’t mind. But he enjoys fucking with the two of you, so he just smirks and sits behind the pair of you. ‘
“But they’re my clothes—”
“Well, you should have thought about that before you left them out, Frank.” Matt smirks, knowing exactly what he’s up to.
“Besides, look how good Matt looks in your clothes!” You hum, leaning over to nudge him gently, a grin on your face. You finish up Matt’s nails, capping up the nail polish as Matt begins gently blowing in his nails to get them to dry faster. Then, you wipe your nose, thinking it’s running, and when you pull away, you see a swipe of blood on Frank’s warm flannel. Oh, fuck.
With his slightly wet nails, Matt’s movements are not nearly as quick as he would have liked as he smells the blood before the gushing really starts, ripping off a paper towel and quickly holding it under your nose, and you take it from him to hold it there as he stands up, going to get something softer like a tissue or toilet paper to pack your nose—
You hold the paper towel to your nose, and guilt already starts to eat at you, as hot tears fill your eyes and then you feel silly because you think Frank might think you’re overreacting, but you just find his hands on your shoulders as he says,
“Hey, hey, why are we crying?” And you feel even sillier.
“I ruined your flannel.”
Frank had been covered in blood more times than he could count, as has Matt—their bodies are riddled with scars, head to toe, bullet and stab wounds echoing over the rough skin of both men, mostly faded now, but Frank is no stranger to blood—It doesn’t even bother him anymore, and Matt can’t see anyways, so what does he care about the sight of blood?
But you, who cannot kill the bugs that find their ways into your apartment, who gasps and covers their mouth when you accidentally curse in church (Matt always laughs, the dick), who orders the same lunch every day and has been unable to drink anything that wasn’t ice water, are horrified at a swipe of blood on a stolen flannel.
“Oh, no, honey, you didn’t ruin anything,” He shakes his head, and gently tugs at the flannel that hangs on your arms, “Come on, let me get this off,” The Punisher’s voice is gentle, a type of gentle reserved just for you, one that the countless skeletons in his closet, all with a bullet in their skulls, do not know and could not possibly perceive. You allow him to slip the flannel off, as Matt comes back with a rolled-up tissue, before sitting in front of you, kneeling as if he’s at mass—
“Lean your head forward for me,” he asks, his hand on the side of your head, and you do, taking the paper towel away, just for Matt to gently push that bundled up piece of tissue into your nose, to get it to stop bleeding.
Your boys, they are experts at getting things to stop bleeding.
At least Matt’s nails look really nice.
Frank throws the flannel in the wash, along with the rest of your laundry, and you find yourself sandwiched between them, the perfect amount of squeezing happening on either side of you, the same affect a weighted blanket would have on you. Your hot tears roll still, quietly betraying you, as the pads of Frank’s rough fingers come up to wipe them away, and Matt’s thumb finds it’s place sitting between your lips.
You sit like this for a while—Frank pressed up against you, Matt in his flannel and you, gushing blood from your nose, packed tight with tissues, and Matt’s thumb as your favorite stim toy.
//
A few days later, you’re just decompressing from work—Your bones ache, and you’re waiting for Matt to get home, wanting to satisfy that oral fixation, as if it’s the worst craving you’ve ever had. Sensing your restlessness, Frank puts a small package in front of you. You raise your eyebrow, and look at him, skeptical.
“Is it a bomb?” He scoffs and chuckles a bit.
“Open the damn package.” His voice is laced with the smirk that sits on his face, not mad, not upset, not at all judging. Your fingers peel back the packaging, and when you’re done unwrapping, you’re left with a soft necklace, and a blue, rubber moon. You look to him curiously. “It’s uh,” he leans down so his forearms are keeping him up against the counter. “You chew on it. You’re not gonna stop bitin’ or sucking on stuff, so, you might as well bite something that isn’t human.” He tells you.
In truth, Frank had spent all damn day scrolling on your laptop, looking for the perfect fix to your problem, and grew frustrated when he realized that all the stim toys were marketed towards young boys who had the privilege of getting a diagnosis young (living with and loving two people with disabilities, as well as having horrible PTSD, has radicalized Frank Castle).
You grin when you hear his explanation, getting up and going to him, resting your hands on his shoulders before leaning up and kissing him softly.
“I love you.”
“I love you, too, Honey.”
From across the apartment, you hear the door open, and a voice calls out,
“Are you guys cheating on me? You know I can hear you across the apartment, right?” Matt’s voice calls out, and you laugh, as Frank just smiles.
“Yes, I can, Red,” He says back, before leaning in to kiss you again.
//
Your eyes are heavy with sleep as you spot Matt, laying across the couch, looking like a god damn renaissance painting. He’s so hot. You find yourself walking over to him, dropping your new necklace on the coffee table, as you climb on top of him, finding yourself literally acting like a blanket, burying your face in his neck as his hand comes up to, like usual, let you gently suck on his fingers.
Frank rolls his eyes when he sees the pair of you cuddling, and just shakes his head when he sees the stim toy abandoned on the table. He takes out his phone and takes a picture of the pair of you, Matt just in his briefs, and you in your entire pajama ensemble.
The apartment is full of a gentle silence, as Frank watches the pair of you sleep, quietly thankful that he kept living.
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I’m requesting so much right now and I’m so sorry but I always just can’t get Zhongli out of my mind.
Imagine how SWEET he would be for aftercare. Reader would all be covered in bite marks and small bruises and Zhongli would keep apologizing for being so rough with you.
🍵After care with Zhongli 🍵
♡ gender neutral + comfort + bit suggestive + belated happy birthday to zl <3
The smell of tea wakes your little nap and Zhongli soft smile greats you. The pain from earlier intimate or rather more harsh sex took a hit on your body now.
"Sorry love was i too hard?" Zhongli offers you a warm tea you drink slowly "I love you baobei.." he kiss your neck that is full of bruises 'Forgive me my dear"
You sigh while appreciating the taste of tea and Zhongli gentle kisses "Im fine...just a bit sore" you rub his hair that is now very messy unlike his usual clean and tidy hair in tie
"You're too tempting and beautiful..." his kisses went more down throught your hickies and bruises "Wearing that lovely gold and red lingerie for my birthday..." he rubbed your tummy and press kisses over it "Im sorry i made too much bruise on your skin..."
The feral Zhongli from last night that seems like a dragon is now gone and now he just looks like a pouty kitten. You chuckled and kiss his forehead "Im fine dear a few rest and im gonna be alright"
Zhongli took a deep sigh and sat you on his lap. You enjoy your warm tea while he held your from back, leaving wet kisses on your back that bites multiples times when he was taking you from the back and massaging your hips and thighs he gripped with his claw hands
"Damn Archons..." he softly curse but you just giggle.
"I told you dear, im really fine this bruises will heal but i did really enjoy last night..."you kiss your beloved archons lips "your feral form is way too hot...makes me wanna do it on your drsgon form..." you bite your lips teasing him
"Silly" He is holding back but you can tell he really wanna do it "Don't think about it just...take a care love" a kiss on your forehead and he tuck you in to bed again "Behave" he order and you just giggle 'Sorry again...i'll be gentle next time...or maybe i'll get harder?" he grins
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WHERE.. AM I?..
( monster trio. )
request \\ Can I ask for Platonic Yandere! Luffy , Zoro and Sanji with Isekai!Y/n ? By that I mean , Y/n is from real world but got teleported into their world?
a/n // whoever was this person, when are we getting married.
Cws // dark content?, possessive behaviour, kinda proofread?, implied drugging.
AFAB READER.
LUFFY
It has been a while since you've been sent into this "universe" you're starting to get used to this "pirate life" But every time you try to tell them "Please drop me off on a town or maybe a village, I'll be fine-" You instantly get cut off by the captain himself, luffy frowns. Everytime you try to leave the ship, he gets upset, your new to this kind of things! Let him guide you till you can go back alright? You don't need to fight, just sit still and have fun. Don't try to leave. You don't get to have this everyday in your world right?
"Where are you going?" Luffy said, with curiosity, but not that curiosity you usual see this time.. It feels like it's an order for you to answer his question. "Im leaving here! Thank you guys for taking care of me.. I know I was careless sometimes but-" There it is again, getting cut off by him "you don't need to leave y/n. You can join this crew! Don't you want to stay? Do that town have something we don't?" He "responded" With such.. You don't know.. Sarcasm? Is he mad? "I'm just.. I don't like it when people attack this ship alright? It's just sudden.. It's a thing I can't get used to.. It's stressing me out, my body is fragile, I'm aware of that, thanks for not letting me fight or just straight up told me I can do nothing when people invade the ship but.. It's just.. I can't handle seeing this kind of things.. It's normal for you guys because it's your world! Not mine! If this happen to my world I don't know how to even survive..!" You slightly yelled, yet hes still staring at you, confused? Shock? What?!
"Then I'll put you in a room. When we fight, your gonna stay in a room. A room where it's silent, and relaxing when I fight enemies, just for you.. I'll make Franky build it. Stay." There he goes to his reasonings why you can stay. "But-" Please let me say something.
"You'll stay now right? Right y/n? After the room is made, you can put your things in that room.. if you want something I'll buy it. You'll stay now right? Please?"
ZORO
You didn't believe that your life became this way, you sat on the deck watching the sea, it's relaxing, you wanna leave.. But you can't. Why, why can't you leave? Zoro, the former pirate hunter is stopping you, it's been almost 9 months since youve been in this.. World. And it looks like zoro, you catched his attention. "..i think I'm going back in my real world after this month.. im feeling the same " Symptoms" When I got here..ahh.. Can't wait.." you said, in a tired but excited word. "Hah?" Zoro, that acted like your older brother responded, he was clearly not happy that you're finally coming back to that..world you live in. "I'm coming back to my own world! I can't wait to go back.. I think I have.. About 3 and a half days till I get back" You giggled, happy, excited, zoro was the opposite. He wanted you to stay a bit longer..wait no, actually he wants you to stay here. Like you actually was born to this world except of that.. World you live in, he wants you to keep trainibg with him, nap, eat. Just like any big brother would.
After 4 days you didn't come back. At all, when you opened your eyes, excited to see your room, your.. Really own room. But except you woke up in his room, seeing his three swords really work you up. What happened? Why didn't you come back?
"Your awake, glad. The cook said breakfast ready, come on get up" Why is he acting..so normal? Your so confused. A lot of question filled your mind that was left unanswered. What.. Happened..?
SANJI
"Y/n-chan, it's time for snacks! Here you go.." He's so gentle with you, he's like a brother to you..but everytime you try to go to an adventure to anyone especially with luffy.. He's always with you. saying that he wants to come with you, just so you and the person you were with doesn't get lost.. except nami or Robin. He covers it up with wanting to protect you guys.
"Sanji.. I feel so.." As your vision blacked out. Your head fell on the counter, he slightly bit his bottom lip. He left the stove, and looked at you, with care and gentleness "I'm sorry.. I don't want you to come back on that horrible world." while he caresses your head, he positioned himself and lifted you up.
you woke up in your room, tucked in.. Feeling so comfortable.. ".. S.. Sanji.. Where.." You were panicking. No person cane through your mind except sanji, only sanji is the one who saves you from troubles somehow. "Y/n..Your awake!.. Don't worry, your just in my room. You missed breakfast... We're you okay my dear?" He asked with such gentle voice. Caring and gentle voice. It feels like.. Something was wrong. What happened? It feels like something was erased but what?..
".. y/n-san.. Are you feeling alright? Is something wrong?" You were starting to look around. "No nothing.. I.. did something happened..?" You asked, he tilted his head and shakes it. "No dear..probably a dream that was wrong wasn't it? It's okay, come on, let's not miss lunch alright?"
What.. Was it? Why we're you doing?
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joshua bf hcs !
✰ ; fluff, male-wife material joshua.
warnings ; mentions of food, and im p sure thats it (?)
wc ; 0.6k ♡
a/n : i love him sm i actually cannot.
+ req by anon ♡
this man is a little bit too obsessed with dressing you up. you can always depend on your boyfriend when ur going shopping. by the end of the day you're gonna be surrounded by the outfits he chose for you. spoiler alert, you look so hot in all of them LMAO, stylist bf things.
he's super in love with watching sunsets with you. ever since you guys started dating, he has always been sneaking a lil pic of you next to the beautifully colored sky, and little does he know, you do too. well, occasionally so.
matching bracelets ♡_♡ suits him so much tbh. and he's like never taking it off too. its those thread bracelets with your initials graved in them hehe.
cleans up everywhere when you're stil asleep. and cooks the most drool worthy breakfast ever its like ur in a mf hotel i swear. he takes care of your things like its his, sometimes you wake up to him reading a book you finished recently whilst drinking a hot cup of coffee on the couch. "hey, i heard you finished this. nothing bad happens in the end right?"
spoils you but spoils you like how a normal boyfriend would spoil his lover AND how a dad would spoil his daughter. one day he could be buying you a pandora necklace and the next could be him coming home with bags filled with matching pajamas and a fairy costume set for ages 3 and up. (ps, the pjs have my little pony prints on them) his excuse for the costume is -- "it says 3 and up baby. you're up, aren't you?". (im tearing up)
random slow dances at noon. with the curtains closed and a big lamp being your only source of light. its so comfortable and calming. your head laying on his shoulder as his hand stays there on your waist. both your hands intertwined as you get lost in the music playing from his phone. everything becomes quiet and suddenly its just the both of you in the world. you can only see him and he can only see you. nothing is on his mind, just you. and vice versa. you find yourself just standing there together until your legs cant handle it anymore. it always end with a nap or even a dinner date. who knows, he just loves being with his angel.
showering together, only if you're both comfortable with it ofcourse. by this i don't mean it in a sexual way like at all. he feels like its his duty to wash and scrub your hair wish the perfect amount of shampoo, and you like rub soap on each others back ㅠㅠ. then afterwards he's blow drying your hair while your taking cute little mirror selfies or putting on skincare together. this is one of the times joshua feels content. he feels more than happy when he's with you right now in moments like this. he adores it when you do his hair too. he gives you little pecks and kisses all over your face as soon as your done. (ok im gonna go cry now)
loves cooking for you. he secretly took cooking classes when you guys first started dating and now he's a five star michelin (ehe). everything in him is so curious and excited for your reaction everytime he cooks a new dish. you can find him constantly looking for new recipes for you to try. expect your stomach to never have issues ever again due to his godly cooking skills. you seriously don't know how he does it, but you let it slide as long as you're getting fed. he's super satisfied when he sees you full and tired from all the food he gave you. he always reminds you to always drink water afterwards and not to move around much. and let me confirm, he definitely has the 'kiss the chef' apron. and obviously you do kiss the chef! always. ♡
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m.list - dino or dk is next ><
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SPOONING ON SET
An: just a little blurb about spooning with h on the set of the late night talking mv, which I am completely in love with. No warnings just fluff, feedback would be much appreciated, enjoy <3
‘Babyyyy?’ Harry whines from the bed he was currently tucked into.
‘What’s up H’ you reply walking up to him, dodging the various people and extras who were preparing to shoot the next scene for the music video.
‘Want you’ he pouts and you can’t help but chuckle at your boyfriend who had covered practically every part of himself with the duvet except his face, and his pout was clear to see.
‘Im right here, not going anywhere’ you coo at him flicking some stay strands of hair out of his face.
‘Wanna cuddle though, I’m sleepy and I need you to fall asleep’ he moans like a five year old child.
‘We can’t fall asleep though baby, everyone’s going to be ready to film the next bit soon’ you tell him but he was having non of it.
‘I can tell them to go and take a break, then I can have a nap and you can cuddle me, please, just want to be close to you, miss you’ and you can’t say no to that, not that you ever really denied him of anything. You knew as well that his persistence was due to the fact that he had been working non stop recently, meaning he was a bit more tired than normal, the use of beds for the video not helping the situation one bit, and whenever he was sleepy and you were around he would cling to you, not that you minded, you found comfort in looking after him in times like this.
‘Okay baby, I’m coming’ you say crawling onto the bed, and you can’t help but fawn over Harry’s beaming smile, pressing a kiss to each of his cheeks to which he lets out a cute little laugh. You shuffle so that you are directly behind him under the covers before laying down and spooning Harry, wrapping your arm around his plushy waist.
Once you are settled Harry lets out a dreamy sigh, you could feels his muscles loosening at your presence ‘love it when you’re the big spoon’ he says finally.
‘I know you do baby’ you press a kiss right between his shoulder blades.
‘Feel so safe’ he mumbles, yawning straight after he said is showing how tired he truly was. Even with the hustle and bustle of people around him all he truly cared about in this moment was you and the way that he could feel your heartbeat through his back which was enough to send him to sleep peacefully, knowing that your were right next to him. He had to battle with his eyes to try and stay awake.
‘Always gonna keep you safe H, my baby’ you whisper squeezing your arm around him a bit more.
‘Your big baby’ he smiles at the concept, loving how you were taking care of him at that moment, how you always took care of him when he needed you most.
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6. Coffee in bed
Babe, I wasn't put on earth to be brief, so. Hope you like this! Once again we hop on the Steve loving on Billy train. I had a lot of fun writing it.
I appreciate your prompt so much <3
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i want coffee >:((((
Is what Billy sends in the group chat in the middle of the afternoon on a Wednesday, fighting to keep his eyes open. He can't just give in and have a nap. He has a paper due next week, and Billy's never been the kind of person that believes in leaving things for the last minute, so he's got his laptop and his textbook and his notes from class spread around him on the bed, and he's going to get the bulk of this hell assignment done today. If he doesn't fall asleep.
Billy would get up and get coffee for himself, except he's very comfortable and he just found a nice position for his back. He doesn't want to get up.
Heather: i remember seeing a coffee maker in your kitchen
Heather: you could use that
Billy: don't wanna get up tho
Chrissy: are you about to fall asleep?
Billy: might be
Chrissy: I can call you in 30 mins if you want to nap
Billy: no im gonna fight it
Tommy: just take the nap dude
Heather: the coffee is 10 feet and 5 minutes away
Steve: did you eat?
Confusion pulls Billy's eyebrows together, and he waits for another text to come elaborating the question, but nothing does. In fact, the whole group chat stalls.
Billy: not yet
And Steve sends him a thumbs up.
Billy rolls his eyes, and tosses his phone to the side. Steve makes no damn sense, sometimes. He's got this whole pretty boy, midwestern nice guy going for him, which Billy has to admit is charming as hell, and a line of chicks wanting to date him, but he never wants to date any of them. Billy is relieved, a little bit. If he had to watch Steve fall in love with someone while sharing an apartment with him, he'd lose his fucking mind, on account of the huge crush Billy's had on him since freshman year.
He really should get back to his paper, or he's gonna be stuck working on it until late.
Billy rubs his eyes blearily and turns his music a little louder, puts Kill 'Em All on loop because it never fails to fire him up. The guitar notes fill the room and make his eyelids feel a little lighter, make his limbs feel a little looser, and Billy jiggles his feet to the beat of the song while he takes notes on the library book he's reading. He can already imagine some of the paragraphs he wants to write in his head.
About an hour later, Billy's managed to outline some of his topics, but his eyelids are getting heavy again. His body feels like it's sinking into the bed, and all he wants is to burrow into his hoodie and curl up into a ball. Billy yawns and covers his face, letting out a long groan. Maybe he can close his eyes for five minutes.
The sound of keys jingling on the front door of the apartment jerk him awake, and he opens his eyes like he's been hit over the head.
"Billy?" Steve's voice sounds from the living room. There's some shuffling, then Steve's head pops in his open door. "Hey."
Billy squints at Steve, takes in his swept up hair, the jacket he hasn't bothered to take off, and the soft smile spreading on his face as he looks at Billy, eyes shining, looking awfully fond in a way that makes Billy's chest hurt.
"You fell asleep," He says, and his voice is fond too.
"I didn't."
"You so did," Steve laughs, and comes into the room. He's wearing socks, because he hates shoes indoors, and he pushes something at Billy when he reaches his side. "Brought you coffee. And uh, a sandwich, cause you said you didn't eat."
Billy blinks at the to-go cup in Steve's right hand, trying to figure out if he's still dreaming, still caught in the haze of his subconscious fed by wishful thinking, because he can't imagine why Steve would stop to buy him coffee on his way back home.
"You what?" It comes out sharp, meaner than he'd meant to, and Billy immediately cringes.
But Steve just laughs.
"Jesus, you're grumpy," He shakes the coffee cup at Billy. "You have that paper due monday, and you're gonna be bitchy all day tomorrow if you don't do anything for it today. Drink your coffee."
Billy's mouth falls open, and he can only listen to Steve's words repeating themselves in his mind while he traces Steve's features with his eyes – the playful angle of his eyebrows, the endless brown in his eyes, fixed on Billy, how his mouth curves softly upwards, deliciously red. He's wide awake, now.
Billy feels himself being pulled upwards by invisible strings, unable to look away from Steve. He gets his knees under himself and straightens up, hands stretched out, finding the perfect angle of Steve's jaw, thumbs nestled in the hollow of his cheeks. Steve's smile has given way to shock, and Billy would have pulled back if Steve hadn't swayed into him, eyelids fluttering, breath stuttering, eyes jumping between Billy's eyes and his mouth.
When their lips meet it's sweet, it's tender, it's more than Billy thought it could be, because Steve sighs into the kiss like he's relieved, sucks on Billy's lips like he's hungry, molds his body to Billy's like he never wants to feel cold air between their bodies again. Billy welcomes Steve's tongue like a cool drink, like fresh water, begs for more of it when it retreats. Billy can't get enough of it, can't get enough of him, not now that he has it.
Steve presses more sweet kisses on his lips once the first one breaks, like he can't bear for it to end, and Billy revels in it, on the soft, fluttering feeling they ignite in his chest. Steve's kissing him like he's something to be savored, a delight to be enjoyed carefully and slowly and patiently. It makes Billy's breath catch in his chest, and he wants to hold on to Steve, to clutch him tightly.
It ends with Steve's nose stroking along Billy's cheek, sending shivers down Billy's spine. He's clinging to Steve with his hands in Steve's hair, taking deep breaths under the guise of slowing his breathing down, but really he's taking in Steve's smell, the warm, woodsy tones of him under the apple scent of his shampoo.
"Hey," Steve murmurs against his skin. Billy's grip on him tightens, and Steve kisses his cheek, maybe to assure him that what's coming isn't bad. "Your coffee's going cold."
It startles a laugh out of Billy. He'd forgotten about the coffee.
He pulls back just enough so Steve can disentangle his arm and hand Billy the cup, and when he takes a sip, it's on the hotter end of warm.
"It's good," Billy says, and the smile Steve gives him is wide and toothy.
"I, uh…" Steve fumbles to put the sandwich bag he was still holding on Billy's bedside table, then settles a hand on Billy's waist. It's the first touch of Steve's hands on him, and it burns deliciously. "I should– let you get back to your paper."
Steve ducks his head, hair flopping into his eyes, suddenly looking shy. Like he's not sure Billy wants him to stick around.
Billy sets the coffee cup aside. He winds his arms around Steve's waist, draws him close, so he has no doubt of where Billy wants him to go.
"Screw the paper," Billy says, and Steve stares at him with his mouth open. "Come here."
And Steve kisses him.
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Blurb idea Matty is sick in bed and Gigi is helping him and bringing him food/supplies. Maybe it’s unlike her because she’s usually playfully bullying him and she does by saying he looks bad and his hair looks shit but the sentiment is there and she’s being really sweet by helping him get better <3
maybe its a saturday and you and the other girls are out, at various classes and birthday parties, and gigi was supposed to come but she didnt want to. she begged you to stay home.
"daddy isn't very well," you say to her.
"he's literally tweeting," gigi says, holding up her phone to show you the notification.
"okay so he is on the mend," you laugh, "but you've got to be extra well behaved if i leave you here with him okay?"
"i'm always well behaved," she grins.
"not when it comes to your father you're not," you say, "but okay. ring me if he gets worse okay or if you need anything. and dont be a menace to him. i know he is tweeting but he still had a temperature this morning. promise?"
"promise," she says.
"matty," you yell through, while shoving a coat round valley's shoulders, "matt? i'm leaving gigi with you."
"great!" matty says, "gi get in here."
you look at gigi, who isnt moving.
"you promised," you say and she slopes off to his room.
matty is lying in bed propped up by pillows, his phone in his hand and tissues all around him.
"gigi baby can you get me some water," he says.
"you sound fine," she says.
"i'm not though. i'm poorly. help me dear sweet daughter. help your father"
"for fucks sake," gigi says, and leaves.
"language," he tries to yell after her, but his voice cracks and he groans and sticks his head under the pillow. to his surprise, gigi returns with a too full glass of water, in a babies sippy cup with no lid.
"this was all we had clean," she says, balancing it carefully as she walks across the carpet.
"i told your mum that im the one who does all the pots and this just proves it. i'm out for two days and it all goes to shit."
"i mean she is out ferrying around your horrendous amount of children," gigi says, sitting down on the bed. he kicks out at her and then slurps his water while gigi says "ewww" and tries to grab his bare foot under the covers.
"how do i look gi?" matty says.
"you look like shit, matthew," she says.
"should've seen that coming."
"i'm gonna go play drums," she says.
"gigi, honey, it's a bit too loud. can you pick a quieter activity? i'm going to try and take a nap."
"i'll play the electric ones," she says. "by the way, tweeting isn't the way to feel better."
she leaves the room again and he throws a pillow at her.
he wakes up an hour or so later. when he opens his eyes, they're blurry, but his daughter comes in to focus, watching him. she sees him open his eyes and jumps up.
"i came to ask if i can have a pack of crisps," she says.
"whatever," he says, and rolls over and falls back asleep.
another hour or so later, he feels something. something cool and refreshing on his head. something damp. he opens his eyes a tiny bit, not noticeably, and there is gigi, sitting on the edge of the bed again, dabbing his forehead with a wet flannel. he closes his eyes. tries not to smile. so she doesnt notice he's woken up. so she doesnt leave again. he drifts back off to sleep. next time he wakes up, it's her, footsteps on the carpet, and the door closing behind her, bringing him a cup of tea.
"it's lemon and honey," she says, placing it down on the side.
"were you..."
"i was careful with the kettle," she sighs. he smiles.
"thanks baby," he says.
"your hair looks shit," she says, and disappears again.
"thanks baby," he says. he gets out his phone. poorly and my daughter just said my hair looks shit. what a little gobshite
"stop tweeting!" gigi yells from the other room. matty laughs. he feels much better.
#ruins#ruins behind the scenes#matty healy x reader#matty healy x you#matty healy#matty healy x y/n#the 1975 fanfic#matty healy fanfiction#dad!matty
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Your butterfly Howdy- so so so obsessed!! please tell me you thoughts I love him!! The thought of him simply falling from his chrysalis in a big sopping mess is so real™ , true butterfly moment
i would be Delighted to Talk. i always am. i have many thoughts always about everything. especially This. gonna add a cut so there's not a wall of text on my blog
okay so 1) i don't think he'd give any warning that he's gonna turn into a chrysalis. probably because he wouldn't realize it's happening bc like... those good ol caterpillar instincts took over <3 also it probably made him very very eepy
in his perspective, he took a nap and woke up spontaneously Different. everybody else had to deal with a solid few weeks of him being a chrysalis. and it's not like he was resting inside it - there is soooo much going on in metamorphosis, caterpillars/butterflies Do Not Rest At All
so when he emerges from the chrysalis (as a pathetic wet rag of a man <3) he's just... so out of it. his memory is a little fucky for a bit, he's weak, & he's exhausted to the point where the only time he's awake is to eat (gotta get that energy back!). that's it. he's dead asleep, wakes up, demolishes an entire bowl of fruit, and passes back out. can't even speak coherently.
he slowly gains lucidity until he's functional. he has a small period of time where he's kind of delirious/loopy from an overdose on Sleep, and it's hell on earth for everyone to deal with. i like to think that his main Watchers during this time are Poppy and Barnaby, both bc they're both big enough to wrangle him and bc of obvious reasons. (Poppy is a worrier and Barnaby is in love with Howdy)
when Howdy's loopyness wears off, he's still very tired and a bit spacey, but hey! he reopens the bodega! not that he needs to, since everyone was getting stuff from it anyway. he has a lot of IOU's in the never-used cash register <3 and lots of sweet notes. everyone missed him <3
so for a while when he's functional-but-Exhausted, he's a bit of a grouch. he simply does not have the energy to deal with Shenanigans and Excitement. if anyone walks into the bodega he's basically like "get your shit and get out, thank you, bye". he still sometimes nods off at the counter. eepy eepy bug.
and i don't think he'd really like his new appearance at first? i get the vibes that he Didn't want to pupate OH MY GOD THAT'S THE WORD! I'VE BEEN USING CHRYSALIZE WHICH ISNT EVEN A WORD BC I FORGOT 'PUPATE'. FUCK!, so he was subconsciously putting it off and was able to live for such a long time as a caterpillar.
but oopsie! he lost the battle of biological will! now he's got So Much Fluff and wings and claws and longer antennae and like... he's blue now. that would probably be at least a little unsettling, especially since he didn't realize it was going to happen. also he has to tailor all of his clothes to fit the wings and the Fluff.
plus, i imagine butterfly/moth wings are a Bitch to deal with. they don't fold like bird or bat wings, and they're kinda delicate - though due to Howdy's size, i'm sure they're more durable than a normal butterfly's - so i bet they are Constantly In The Way. (Barnaby probably makes a joke about how "Eddie's supposed to be the clumsy one" after Howdy knocks over a display with his wings for the umpteenth time. cue Barnaby getting kicked out of the store)
it takes a while for Howdy to get them under Control. they'd probably give away ever emotion he has. angry/frustrated? fluttering like crazy. thinking happy/fluffy thoughts or daydreaming? slow opening-closing. sad/pensive? droopy wing cape. stressed/high-strung? closed tight like a book. etc.
(similarly, his antennae are Very expressive! this is not something he can control unless he focuses extra hard. within a week Frank has memorized what each curl and twitch means)
but once Howdy has reconciled with his new appearance & has wrangled his wings, He Is So Fruity And Even More Eccentric. he fell outta that chrysalis and went "im gay now! 🧚♂️💅" kidding Kidding. kind of.
idk why, just... i feel like he gets a confidence boost. he realizes hes a Pretty Boy™️. he's like "this is what it must feel like for Eddie when he does drag". he's got that extra fruity Flair yk yk.
and sure, flowers are a little more distracting to Howdy than they used to be, prefers fruit over greenery, and he can't resist taking a short break every day to sun his wings, but other than that things are mostly normal. he's just extra pretty now.
#FORGOT THIS HAS BEEN SITTING IN MY DRAFTS FOR LIKE. A WEEK OR TWO. FUCKING OOPSIES!#oh my god. Pause The Post. my cat dropped a whisker on my desk... ive been blessed...#her lil pointy whisker... d'aw....#AWWWWW ITS GOT A LITTLE CURL AT THE END <3<3<3#anyway Anyway butterfly howdy.#i have More Specific thoughts for Scenes and tidbits but this post has gotten long enough#enjoy Enjoy!!#i hope this was coherent!#yassified howdy <3#rambles from the bog#many laughingstock thoughts as well for butterfly howdy. so many thoughts...
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okaaaaaay. ranking the library's floors based on how nice it would be to take a nap there. graded by ambiance and comfort. trying not to let too many of my own biases shine through but also no promises. im sleepy. ok 👍
> Lobby/Halls:
im counting it because itd be funny. the ambiance is not unlike a hotel hallway; kind of really unsettling in its uniformity and undefinedness, but it Does make you sleepy if youre brave enough to risk it. feels like there'd be a chaser monster in there. and there is, if you count angela, i guess. 5/10 ambience.
im pretty sure it is like 60-70% stairs if you look at it, which is deeply funny. where do the stairs go. i guess the better question is where Don't the stairs go. there are also no chairs or Anything; just bookshelves and lamps. its pretty clear you arent supposed to be in there long. dim lighting's pretty nice at least. 3/10 comfort.
VERDICT: 4/10. At least it's got presentation.
> Floor of General Works:
the vibe is pretty nice, if you can get past feeling like a tree on a prairie. a hawk could swoop in and snatch you or something. the towers of books could be kinda comforting for the right people, though. 4/10 ambiance.
this is books. 3/10 comfort.
VERDICT: 3.5/10. Don't Fall Off.
> Floor of History:
its pretty busy, but the kind of busy where it just kinda turns into comforting background noise. its like the equivalent of having on cafe noises to study or sleep to. less of a "lulling you to sleep" sort of deal and more of a "i am so tired i could literally pass out sitting up." and then you do. might be a little much, but if you can find a nice corner somewhere it might be refreshing. nice little power nap. 7/10 ambiance.
not Really the most conducive to taking a nap physically-- best you've got is facedown on the desk. which, honestly, isnt too bad. theyre nice desks. could make yourself a little hidey hole with the books sitting around. just be careful not to let anyone spot you. 7/10 comfort.
VERDICT: 7/10. Respectably cozy for a quick pick-me-up.
> Floor of Technological Sciences:
the light from the windows is probably jarring as hell, but away from that is pretty nice honestly. a bit uniform for my own liking, but the dim light looks like it'd do wonders. cant imagine how anyone doesn't already get sleepy working in there. 7/10 ambiance.
the geaaaarrrsssss.... good luck getting any actual sleep with That nonsense going on 24/7. also i dont think theres a Single non-90 degree angle in the entire floor besides the gears, (which you Really shouldnt be sleeping near,) which i cant imagine does anyone's backs any favors. not a single good desk in sight beyond yesods, and i dont think hed take kindly to sharing this way. also that is the most uncomfortable looking couch i have ever seen. 2/10 comfort.
VERDICT: 4.5/10. Almost, buddy. Bring your own pillow. And earplugs.
> Floor of Literature:
the little ceiling lights are absolutely Lovely. could argue for it being too bright, but honestly that's an easy fix. its comfy in the way a school library is-- honestly one of the more inviting floors to be on. its practically Begging for a nap tbh. very neat and comfortable. 8/10 ambiance.
girl how small is that table???? even with leniency for art style with the size, the chair backs barely reach th edge of the table. looks like youd be ppppretty squished sleeping there. doesn't look like theres many other notable spots to sneak your way into either, so its the table or the floor. one way or another you are waking up as if youve been hit by a truck. 3/10 comfort.
VERDICT: 5.5/10. Very polite and comfy, but oh Man is that gonna mess you up later.
> Floor of Art:
YEAH BABEY!!!!! very dim but with several soft light sources, the loose and comfortable feel of the place-- this is what its all about honestly. the paintings and such are a nice touch as well. chances are, no ones gonna really bat an eye if they catch you asleep here. it just feels like the place for it. the natural look must be very nice after everything, too. 9/10 ambiance.
those floorboards are Going to kill you. cant imagine trying to walk in there without tripping. not a lot of obvious places to set up, but if youre feeling brave you can probably nest up in a pile of books somewhere. on the other hand, theres probably all sorts of little spaces and nooks to tuck into if youre crafty. as someone who would enjoy sleeping in a cabinet, can approve. 6/10 comfort.
VERDICT: 7.5/10. He gets a 10/10 in MY heart. Taking that back pain like a CHAMP.
> Floor of Natural Sciences:
the same kind of comfort as an old ladys guest room. aka i Wish i could take a nap there. only caveat is the blinding light coming in from pretty much everywhere. its like trying to sleep with an open curtain, but like... all the time. looks like itd smell nice in there, at least. 7/10 ambiance.
has actually comfy-looking chairs! seems like thered be a few places you could manage to tuck into comfortably in a corner someplace with a cushion or something. also one of (maybe the only?) floors that actually has carpeting! so no getting woken up by footsteps, or having to sleep on floorboards. 7/10 comfort.
VERDICT: 7/10. Probably like sleeping in a sunbeam. Equally disorienting when Tiph inevitably gets at you for slacking off.
> Floor of Language:
its kinda scruffy looking, but if youre not bothered by that it looks like it might be pretty comforting actually. i wont explain. lightings pretty nice as long as youre not looking directly out the window. soundscape might not be horrible, its a bit of a coinflip with the industrial look though. caveat? cigarette smoke... 7/10 ambiance.
Comfy! Looking! COUCH!!! you Are passing out on that thing whether you want to or not. also you could probably have a nice time tucking up against the windowsill if you can handle the brightness. might even be warm. im kinda surprised actually. 8/10 comfort.
VERDICT: 7.5/10. I could swear I've fallen asleep here before. Minus the um. Lava. But you get what I mean.
> Floor of Social Sciences:
this place looks like a memory. this is the type of sleep youd get where youre briefly kinda disoriented on where you are for a while. ive gotta imagine the water sounds pretty nice too. and the coffee smells! can you imagine?? theres probably all sorts of small talk going on in the background, just a few people stopping by here and there to exchange pleasantries over a drink. i gotta stop here, i Will just keep going. 10/10 ambiance.
i need to bump this up at least a little due to the theme alone. im listening while writing these and the sheer wave of peace it always brings is indescribable. howeverrrrr... return of The Couch. you Cannot convince me that thing is made of any sort of remotely soft material. at least its got pillows. on the other hand, you get good windowsill access (REALLY good windowsill too,) AND bar access. must be nice to find a quiet corner in, too. 8/10 comfort.
VERDICT: 9/10. Is anyone honestly surprised. (But still, jeez dude.)
> Floor of Philosophy:
the dim lighting AND the ceiling stars??? dude... its a bit quiet, but quiet in the way a classroom is after-hours. a silent sort of welcoming. if youre able, Nothing is going to bother you in there. this is where you go to Rest. 9/10 ambiance.
girl there is NOWHERE to sleep. other than like the table. also is that just... water? on the floor? i appreciate the aesthetic deeply, but um. i dont think thats very nap conducive. the floor is probably wood but it looks almost like stone with how its shaped. cant imagine your back would thank you after that one. table's not too bad at least. 6/10 comfort.
VERDICT: 7.5/10. The equivalent of passing out in a therapist's office. Hope you're ready for an in-depth personal conversation when you wake up.
> Floor of Religion:
this looks like a principals office. cant shake the feeling of mild yet stern disapproval coming from this place. on the other hand, it Does feel Very secure. id imagine thered be at least faint clock ticking-- That has to be pretty nice. if youre the right person, i guess. the occasional ceiling light is pretty nice, but its already pretty bright in there. youll fall asleep in here and either feel like no time has passed at all after several hours or feel like its been an eternity after 5 minutes. no in-between. 5/10 ambiance.
there is Nowhere to Sleep. maybe the stairs if youre cool with having to sleep against the railing, but also that Is a tripping hazard, and nobody likes a tripping hazard. has a similar problem to yesods floor, in that everything is Very straight-laced and proper, meaning there is like... nowhere comfortable to sit. other than like one desk and a table or two maybe. 3/10 comfort.
VERDICT: 4/10. I'd say you rank better in my heart, but this is honestly about as expected.
in conclusion: chesed's floor once again remaining the people's favorite. if you need me ill be tucked into a cubby at netzie's. come get me in like 3 hours or so, i will almost Certainly get stuck up there. ok 👍
#piktalk#projmoon#feel free 2 tag w ur own takes ilike reading them :] we r having a sleepover. dont tell angela.#itried my best t gather asmuch info as i could; but also if i missed anything: Oops(tm) 👍
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Everything to me
A/N: its been sooo long ever since i wrote something, this is so bad im sorry but i hope yall like it even a lil bit <3 (if you have a request about kai send it!! Detailed please :c)
Warnings: swearing
Word count: 982
The sound of screams and things breaking woke you up from your peaceful nap on Kai’s bed, suddenly you felt how two of his followers were restraining your arms leading you to the basement “what the fuck let go of me you fucking shit” “i’ll tell Kai when he finds out he will kill you” the guy looked down at you laughing “he told us to do this i think its you who is gonna get killed bitch” you didnt understand anything, me? What the fuck happened? your anxiety was eating you up not letting you think properly. The second you came to your senses you were thrown in a middle of a circle, on your knees, you looked around inspecting your surroundings taking notice of everyone on the cult standing around, looking down at you.
Your eyes landed in the person standing right in front of you. Kai. His face distorted with rage and anger, “you fucking slut, out of everyone it had to be you. I gave you everything, i trusted you and you pay me back by rating us out.” His words came out carefully, filled with venom each word felt like a dagger to you. “I didn’t do anything, I can’t even get out of the house, I’ m being watched 24/7 I didn’t rat you out, it was not me.” Your words were clear and confident despite the fear that filled your body, you knew what Kai was capable of.
He was now at you level, sitting on his knees face to face with you, locking eyes with each other “baby, it was not me, you have to trust me.” You were desperate at this point “Why you y/n, WHY?” The sudden yell made you flinch, “I’ll have to kill you now, you’re making me do this y/n, I have no other option” his eyes filling with tears only you catching a glimpse of it before he blinked them off not wanting to look weak in front of his people, he was so in fucking love with you it pained him so deep inside just the though of you betraying him.
“If you are gonna kill me, do it knowing that I’m pregnant Kai,I’m carrying your messiah, your seed is growing inside of me right now, also do it knowing that I would never betray you, you’re everything to me Kai, please believe me, you have to trust me on this one.” You whispered so only he could hear, watching his face soften and change into a mix of surprise and excitement but you could still read rage on his expression. “Is that true princess? That you are carrying my child?” Princess.. the nickname you much adored, hearing that calmed you down a bit. “Yes Kai, I’m 9 weeks pregnant, I took 5 tests to be sure a couple days ago, I can take another one for you so you can trust me.” Kai just lowered his head and let out a shaky sigh as a response, you heard mumbling around you, but was silenced the second Kai stood up and paced around the room.
“Kai I found this in Winters pillow case” Ally said holding a small device on her hand “looks like a mic to me, maybe y/n is saying the truth and she was not the mole, Winter might me.” Kai’s glace changed again, this time towards his sister. He walked closer to her, holding the small item between his fingers “what the fuck is this Winter? You were going to make me kill my angel, my princess, who is carrying my child, making me think it was her when.. this whole time was you?” “Kai it’s no what it looks like I promise.” She said fearful “Boys, get rid of this fucking rat, lock her up i’ll make a visit later after i think what i’ll do with her.” He signaled his followers as they took her to a closet and locked her up, yells and cries for help where all that was heard as she was carried to the small space.
Kai let out a sigh, closing his eyes for a second before helping you get up from the floor and taking you in his arms, he held you close, right now you where the only person he could trust, not even his own sister, just you. “I’m so fucking sorry, please forgive me princess, I should’ve not doubted you, I’ll do everything in my hands to make a better world for you and our child and to protect both of you from any harm, I promise you that. I love you.” He whispered softly in you ear as everyone left the room, leaving just the two of us. “I forgive you Kai, I love you more than anything, thank you for trusting me, I got your back, I got you.” “I know.” He whispered back placing a loving kiss on your lips, enjoying the feeling of his arms around you, making you feel safe. Thats what he was, even after all, he was your safety.
#kai anderson#ahs cult#kai anderson imagine#kai anderson x reader#evan peters x reader#evan peters x y/n#kai ahs#kai ahs cult
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GUHHHH once again thinking about how hard an apotheosis vs riptide fight would go mannn. i am imagining a choreographed fight in my heeaaadddd.
apotheosis vs riptide. its set up as a gameshow so non lethal but like go off and be as deranged as u want u know what i mean. when it starts the pcs are a bit disorientated because where the fuck are they?? help??? theyre introduced to the premise of the game. differing reactions. peter "no", exandroth "YES", gillion "sounds like fun!! i accept this challenge!!!", thanatos "what is the point of this", rumi "yeah exactly thanny we dont gotta do this i dont want to fight", chip "exactly!! (going to pee his pants at the sight of thanatos)", jay "yo but i could totally take them in a fight??" but you know they cant go home if they dont play and its not LETHAL so they agree. besides, both teams are relatively confident?
les go!! count down 3 2 1 and the teams are fighting. each pc naturally splits off to face against the best fitting match. chip vs rumi, peter+exandroth vs jay, gillion vs thanatos. they start off confident but very quickly things go WRONG... the godslayers are like strong WAYY strong and the albatrio are taking hits man. this one on one is going down and it really starts dredging up all their anxieties. chip doesnt feel like he's a good leader, he's not confident, he doesn't know what he's doing, rumi is tripping him up repeatedly and doesnt even seem phased. gillion thinks he's strong but he's getting SLAMMED by thanatos and gillion is freaking out because oh god he's not strong enough, he can't protect his friends, he's going to LOSE. jay she's fuckinnngg usually a good shot like she deals DAMAGE she's grown UP being the good shot, she spent her childhood training, but it literally just doesnt phase whatever the fuck she's fighting, it's not making a good enough dent.
shit aint working so the albatrio scramble and change their matchups. gillion vs rumi, chip vs peter+exandroth, thanatos vs jay. gillion is so brute force that rumi is forced back a bit. chip is. chip. exandroth is struggling to hit this little worm. jay keeps her distance from thanatos and is able to get some good shots in. they're chipping away at the godslayers it looks like they're getting up and. well. the godslayers are getting bitter abt it they got sensitive egos so they muster up enough coordination to knock chip and jay back, and they DOWN gillion. and holy shit the albatrio are gonna LOSE but half time is called. dear god. just in time.
jay gets gillion back up but evidently, they're not winning k? like fuck it sucked so bad that the godslayers started off kicking their ass, but downing gillion?? GILLION TIDESTRIDER??? that was an emotional blow so hard they're going to need to have a big cry after this. but you know how the albatrio are, they have the brain power, they're gonna scheme on how to take down these bitches.
and if you're wondering how the godslayers are doing at half time they're feeling pretty good about themselves. exandroth takes a nap after healing up thanatos and rumi, rumi fawns over peter like "are you okay???" "yeah rumi im okay" "rumi, stop babying peter he is fine" "i love you peter" "huh???"
second half starts up again and BOOM THE COORDINATION. the godslayers work okay together but we've plucked them out at a point in the story where not everyone is on the same foot... but the albatrio?? babygirl, they've been friends for a while!!! the point is friendship is fucking magic and with the power of their teamwork they strategise so good they take down the godslayers one at a time. i dont know exactly how but it's definitely a mix of something ridiculous and actual good observation and good planning. GOD SLAYERS KNOCKED OUT BABYYY.
in the bg i like to imagine that dm condi and grizzly were like commentating the entire time btw, and dm condi was so confident in his team. then he just starts crying at the end like "NOOOO HOW DID THEY LOSE" dm grizzly laughs "MWAHAHAH I KNEW IT I KNEW THEY'D WIN anyways that's the end of the game!! thank you for playing everyone!! bye bye!!" and every1 gets sent home.
this is the narrative that's been trapped in my brain for a long time. do you see it. do you understand. *shakes you* do you get it????
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Hi! I saw your request ps were open and that you wrote for One Piece, and I thought i could give it a shot. Could I request a fluff scenario with straw hats x fem!reader who is sick and cause she always helps the rest of the crew now they all take care of her. (I’m sick right now and I honestly want some comfort lol) please and thank you! 💕
hello beloved <3 it took me a few days but here it is!! i hope you like it!! and i hope you got well <3
strawhats when you are sick:
im gonna be very honest with you here. i think the only useful people in the strawhat crew are chopper and sanji when you are sick.
that doesnt mean that the other members arent gonna worry about you though!
chopper will make you some medicine and order you to stay in your bed to get enough sleep.
sanji is probably gonna be a bit dramatic at the beginning, crying and throwing a fit that you wont be around him anymore for a few days. he loves your presence and you always offer your help in the kitchen, even though it might not even be your best strength.
after calming down a bit (nami probably punched him in the face until he stopped crying), he's gonna make you something to eat to strengthen your body again. his food is gonna make you feel soothened and safe <33
now to the useless people in the crew:
luffy is gonna be sulking! you arent here to play with him anymore? he can understand that you are sick and you need rest, but seeing you so tired and exhausted in your bed? it pains him to see you like this.
luffy is gonna sit on the bed, right next to you, and tries to make you laugh. he's gonna bend his face and tickle you until you are laughing again (even though thats probably gonna make you feel more exhausted. but he's trying his best, i promise.)
usopp is right next to him, showing you a few party tricks he learned that might amaze you. they are both just trying to make you forget about your symptoms and kill the time that you are forced to spend in bed & play games with you. (chopper wont let you leave early. nope. not gonna happen.)
zoro is gonna be absolutely clueless on how to help you. he might hand you a few tissues when you ask him for them, but not without grumbling a bit. he may act annoyed that you are sick and that he has to help now, BUT he also stays when the others are gone, taking a nap on the floor next to your bed so you dont feel too lonely. you told him he doesnt need to stay. he told you to shut up. (lovingly of course)
robin and nami are gonna be the only people on the ship who are checking in on you properly every few hours. nami brings you something to drink, robin gets you a book she enjoyed, and they both stay a few minutes. they probably will start a small talk about something one of you read a few days ago, just for you to ignore your symptoms for a few minutes before tucking you back into bed.
Brook is gonna be camping in your room too, playing you a few songs on his violin just for your mood to rise again.
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im so sorry for this trash i just produced. idk my brain couldnt come up with more. im sorry i kept u waiting for nearly a week and then post this bs here JFKSLKSSK i hope you still like it though <3
#one piece#op#one piece imagine#one piece reaction#one piece scenario#one piece strawhat crew#strawhat crew#anime#manga#x reader#strawhat x reader
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hi amia it’s nearly half past two in teh morninf and i stayed true to my word and have been readjng fics this entire time😋😋
i am so unbelievably sleepy so im gonna finally go to bed, but how can i ever do that without requesting something from my fav writer themself??🫣
may i simply request akito and rui with an s/o that sleeps for really long periods of time and still wakes up sleepy? like, they can say “i’m gonna go take a quick nap” and then wake up 8 hours later and start whining about how sleepy they are in class 😨 literally me fr like, wasn’t the length of ur nap equivalent to a literal nights sleep..??
now that’s that, im now sadly gonna sign off becausue im dosinf off as i type this😞😞
have a good rest of ur day, ily!! /p
- A , ur always sleepy anon <3
( omg that’s what i’m gonna call myself now )
BESTIE OMGS...... and WAA that is such an honor <3 and THAT'S SO ME FR HEL....but have a good day, i love yall/p and i hope you like this!! <3
♡ SLEEPY - Akito Shinonome and Rui Kamishiro x Reader
Akito:
Akito cares about you a lot, which also means that he cares about your health. So, he obviously notices how sleepy you are, and tells you to rest up more
You can imagine his absolute disbelief when you come to him the next day looking like you didn't sleep at all
"Hey, didn't I tell you to sleep?" "I did...for 8 hours." "You what?"
He's bewildered that not only did you manage to properly sleep, but you were still tired?
After just staring at you for a bit, he just sighs, taking off his jacket before placing it over your shoulders
"Go to sleep, I'll cover for ya." By covering for you, he means shielding you from the teacher and asking someone else for the notes
He doesn't do this every time you come to class sleepy, but it happens often enough for him to hand you his jacket on instinct <3
Rui:
Rui also cares about you, don't get him wrong! He just prefers to tease you on how sleepy you get <3
He did challenge you to sleep better though, but he was still a bit confused when you came in looking tired
"Hmm, did someone not take my challenge seriously?" "I did, I did! I slept for 8 hours..."
At first, he wouldn't believe you. Nobody sleeps for that long and is still that tired
...Nobody except you, apparently. You were still dozing off and he had to keep waking you up. Eventually he just shakes his head at you in disbelief
"You never fail to fascinate me." "...Is that a good or bad thing?" He just smiles at you before going back to his schoolwork
He doesn't interfere with your sleepiness because he thinks it's cute, but know that in the back of his mind, he's trying to find ways to help you feel more refreshed after your naps <3
#pjsk x reader#project sekai x reader#akito shinonome x reader#shinonome akito x reader#rui kamishiro x reader#kamishiro rui x reader#a
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What are your thoughts about?
I was gonna try and collect my thoughts coherently before I started talking bu ti cant be bothered doing that so like. about the dream and that one circle of mcyt that just fucking hate them .
actually this is about how I have felt observing the dream space recently.
im uncomfortable?? not with the dream team, I still really love them and I enjoy their content and I do still watch sap naps streams if im awake for them but honestly taking time just to spend time on my f1 blog has been like a weight lifted from my shoulders.
just talking about dtblr, ive seen people trying to make the best of the situation by live-blogging sapnaps streams making jokes spreading positivity for all 3 of them but it doesn't really of much to take away from the pressure of the situation. Every day it seems like some cc somewhere has something to say about dream or George or sapnap and every day we rush over here to discuss it. it almost feels like theres this pressure to perform and to respond to what is being said, we need to discuss everything as a controversy no matter how stupid or insignificant the situation is and we contribute to the snowballing of tiny things that honestly dont need the attention the theyre getting and its tiring to watch. like im at the point where im scrolling past 'did you see what x said' because honestly I dont give a shit I dont give a shit about a cc who spoke to the dteam on discord maybe twice talking about their 'truth' I really dont care .
im genuinely just fed up with the way the creator space and fan spaces behave. Dream posts 'pls talk to me' and creators say 'but that won't get me clout' back to him.
who gives a shit if dreams stole punz girlfriend. who cares if dream sent a dm that might have been considered rude to Sara Simons a fully grown ducking middle aged woman with better things to do than start twitter drama. who gives a shit about sniff having one insignificant negative interaction with dream over a year. none f this is your fucking turret its just airing out high school level petty drama that could easily be fixed with a fucking dm . its pathetic. the way so many creators are going 'I too am a victim' and its 'he sent me a private message I didnt like' who fucking cares. and all of this 'ill stream explaining my story' what story. that he made a joke in bad taste. its performative. they want views they want twitters support they want to seem like theyre on the RIGHT side so theyre just pulling any old story out of their ass to add to the mentality of the mob and make it seem like yes I too hate dream because he is so awful when in reality he was probably just a bit of a twat like a lot of guys in their early 20s are . the only way hes gonna know that he did something that made u annoyed or upset or even mildly fucking miffed in the case of Sara fucking Simons is if you tell him. and we saw that bc 5 mins later shes saying oh its all fine he messaged me . see how fucking easy it is to actually fix these tiny ass issues if you actually have a conversation before launching a hate campaign on twitter dot com . and people going off to run with it and add it to the pile of 'poof' they have. hell ive seen someone saying they appreciate dream saying they want to talk about situations and saying they want to chat with him about an experience they had with one of his friends like what does that have to do with dream actually why not just take the initiative and talk to the actual person involved instead of making dream do it for u. its all just drama mongering
on a more serious note I really dont know how to feel with the whole situation with caiti. George didi fuck up and im not moving from that stance- whatever happened he made her feel uncomfortable and went on the defence instead of prioritising apologising to her for the way she felt about the situation.
what I cat fucking stand is how weirdly this situation has evolved. the initial statement was that he had touched her waist and tickled her and cat didnt like that. THAT CONTACT the touching of her waist was spread across twitter as a sexual assault. which its fucking not and it pisses me off as a victim to see how loosely terms of sex crime are being thrown around bc no matter how uncomfy you are touching your waist is not a sex crime. there was no mention of inappropriate touching actually, just that he had crossed a physical boundary with her and ive already talked about why I can empathise with that delayed reaction in feeling deeply uncomfortable with the situation . so it confused me as to why people on tiktok were spreading misinformation that his hands were down her pants and cat coming out of left field with he was grabbing my tits. because none of that was ever discussed in any of her prior statement and that seems like pertinent information when were discussing sexual assault. and from what ive seen her friends timeline of events dont match up with hers. her timeline of events onset even match up that well with her other comments on the situation and all of it just feels so fucking odd. why do the details change depending on who you ask and when you ask them
but I wasn't there. I dont know what actually happened. having experienced it you automatically hold that understanding towards her despite all the backlash because people blamed me too, they didnt believe me either and you never want to completely dismiss it no matter how weird the story seems because what if. keeping myself in the situation is stretching myself in two different directions where one is dismissing the claims of assault because nothing adds up and the other is she might be like me .
the reaction to caitis initial statement has snowballed extremely out of proportion if u ask me. nobody needs to know everyones personal grievances with dream or George or sapnap and to say that youre sharing these to support victims is a straight lie bc it has nothing to do with victims they receive nothing from your story that he made a bad joke 3 years ago or whatever and everything to do with the fact that you are utilising an opportunity to gain relevancy again and I dont want to partake in their relevancy.
I dont want to partake in any of this fucking drama actually. it's non stop. it's constant. its all over my dash all day every day but maybe its just the ppl im following idc. but I dont want to come back into a community where im going to find myself fighting to justify why I still enjoy the content of some creators while there are other creators receiving less vitriol for breaking the literal fucking law . its exhausting . its been years of it for me .
im not mentally well. I have a lot going on in my family life and I didnt realise how bad things were until I told my work friend I hadn't seen in a while my 'family drama' and she and the assistant manager pulled me aside and said 'im so sorry youre going through that right now are you dealing with everything alright?'. I have my final exams within the next month. I need to pass these to graduate. I have so much that is already causing me stress in my life and so much of the misinformation around the situation is so triggering and untagged and I dont want to log on and see another bout of 'x responds to x' 'x talks about dream' 'x shares thoughts on George situation' . I cant fucking do that right now.
people have called it the cowards way out, bailing at the burden of controversy but im not switching sides. im not deactivating. im not becoming a dranti. I still talk about the dteam i still like the dteam but I cannot force myself to endure other peoples stresses at the time being . thats all ive been thinking about rlly .
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