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Hey! Welcome to my writing blog! Call me Q, and I use they/them pronouns! I write sometimes 👉👈

Please read the rules below before requesting and check my bio to see when reqs are open! #qupwrites for my writing, #qupblurbs for small headcanons or blurbs that's not writing, #qupposts for updates and such, and #qupanswers for answered asks!

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Fandoms (more added later) Mass Effect Transformers Prime Rise of the Guardians (ROTG) Character Limit/Guidelines TMNT (Bayverse and 20

Who I Will Write For ✓ Optimus ✓ Ratchet ✓ Bulkhead ✓ Arcee ✓ Bumblebee ✓ Wheeljack ✓ Smokescreen ✓ Ultra Magnus ✓ Knockout Char

AU's I Write For: Undertale Underswap Underfell Who I Will Write For ✓ Toriel ✓ Sans ✓ Papyrus ✓ Grillby ✓ Undyne ✓ Alphys ✓ As

*Please specify if the reader is Shepard! Or Ryder!* Who I Will Write ✓ Tali'Zorah ✓ Garrus Vakarian ✓ Liara T'Soni ✓ Urdnot Wrex ✓

[kitten-kokomo]

We did it! Shout out to everyone who complained and was super annoying about the change, you are our heroes

[bardic-tales]

Be careful of the double-speak in the Update Post.

Staff has officially posted an update regarding the reblog decoupling, and while they are reversing the change for now, we need to look closely at the language they are using. This is a classic example of corporate "double speak" designed to de-escalate a PR crisis while keeping the door open for the same harmful features later.

The Post: Reblog Update: We’re Reversing the Change

The Red Flag:

"We still believe there's a better version of how reblogs can work. One that gives every voice in a chain the credit it deserves. But we want to get there with you."

The Breakdown: When they say they want to give every voice the credit it deserves, they are still justifying the decoupling of notes. They are framing the destruction of the original creator's attribution as a feature for the rebloggers or the loss of community. Their goal hasn't changed. They just realized their current execution was a technical and social disaster.

They also mention working "directly with some of you." This often means selecting a small, curated group of "power users" who may not prioritize the accessibility or safety needs that we have been fighting for.

Viral Hell & The Power of the Call to Arms

To my friends and followers: my condolences for going viral are accepted. I love you. Let’s look at the numbers. My original post on this has cleared 24,000 notes. This is exactly why a Call to Arms was necessary. When we first saw the decoupling, we saw the immediate theft of credit.

In my case, over 10,000 notes were stolen or hidden by the uncoupling before I even realized the extent of the damage. This isn't just a UI preference. It is the systematic erasing of a creator’s reach and legacy.

Why we cannot stop now:

Staff’s reversal is a tactical retreat, not a surrender. Their language proves they still intend to push for a version of decoupling in the future. We forced their hand because:

The volume of feedback was undeniable. 24k notes on a single advocacy post is a massive indicator of user dissatisfaction.

Emails and Support Tickets work. They specifically cited emails as a reason for the reversal.

Public pressure creates friction. By making this a PR nightmare on Bluesky and X, we made the cost of the update too high for them to maintain.

The Mission Moving Forward:

We have won the first battle, but the Double Speak in their post tells us the war isn't over. They are going to try to rebrand a change like this in a few weeks or months.

Keep the pressure on: Continue to reblog your concerns when they surface.

Stay Vocal: They are betting on us getting tired and going back to business as usual. We need to show them that our safety and our creative credit are non-negotiable. Continue to voice concerns when they surface.

We’ve seen that we can move the needle. Let's make sure they don't try to move it back when they think we aren't looking.

[quanta-44]

20th march, mass Tumblr log off in protest of the reblog update

Remember when we threatened a mass log off to get rid of shapes.inc and then all the shapes.inc ads mysteriously vanished? yeah, let's do that again. On the 20th of march 2026, we tumblr users will log off in protest of the split notes on reblogs. Spread the word!! Reblog!! Tag your moots!!

Side note: tag yapping doesn't seem to count as an addition to the OG post, you can use that to carry out conversations.

Tags:

@apologiesforthecreatures @eve-will-perceive @mer-acle @amethyst-zephyr @evermorecatra @kitty-meowskers @stellarart20 @please-be-nice-im-sensitivee @immadatdisney2 @icantrememberwhoiwaslastdecember @bladevoyager @literallylink--who-tf-is-ravioli @wielderofarrows @mintgreen-homewrecker @musical-ingenue-wannabe @augmentedchordsofficial @razzcore @cl0wnz13xd @yuuyuuuyuuuu @theoretically-writing-fics @nox-in-a-box @humblefryingpan @silvernmoonlace @virtually-fabulous @discombobulated-mermaid @atropinenightshade @meerey @gloomybadger4life @atla4art @mycosyhouseofdreams @alchemy-and-royalty @themostrandommoon @hopelesslesbeans @thekitten-hoarder @tangledtheseriesislife @nobody-jorges-version @justthatwalkerscobellgirl @maxeste @oak-the-crow @pinkghosttt @a-little-miffed @pal-the-professional-fool @wiredshark @randomperson2120 @verstalpha @emilialikescars @beahues @softmachinas @roseisgoat @the-vacker-roseheart-queen @outsinnned @pallaspiastri

[cussundria-nerd-kneal]

Make sure to reschedule posts that may be posting on the 20th too!!

@halfblankhalfapocalypticlook @mikampinri @angrybubbles @loredrinker @supernova2395 @dogspar99 @sugarrfrog @sharkfarts @proshipper-on-ship @hauntedsharkfart @captaincat3110 @melkeyway @black-sheep168 @rosieofcorona @topaz-carbuncle @fadeboundheart @f1shk1t

[sexy-people-contests-2026]

I’m down for this

[thegenderal]

as a denizen of this busted ass website for half my life now i do know how staff works and i’m going to lay out what they think will happen as someone who has witnessed this exact thing play out

People get very mad for a few days and then roll over and accept the change to the enclosure. This is what they are betting on. They have had meetings about this.

Getting around it: set an alarm. Get mad not just now, but in a few days, a week, two weeks. They are expecting people to sigh and get over this very odd edit to the site in a few days. Keep flooding them for more than just tonight. Be mad for the week, for the month. Leave a message every day.

[tumblr]

Reblogs in a chain now get their own notes

The reblog chain is one of the things that makes Tumblr unlike anywhere else. All the notes on reblogs are attributed to the original post, no matter which branch people actually liked or reblogged. We want to keep encouraging conversations, and give contributors the recognition they deserve. 

Soon, you'll be able to like, reblog, or reply to any part of a reblog chain, and that note will go to that reblog's author. Each reblog will have its own counts, instead of one aggregated number from every version of the post. And yes, you’ll be able to like multiple posts in one chain.

If a reblog doesn't add anything, the love flows up to the last person in the chain who did. Your post doesn't lose notes just because people spread it quietly.

Past notes will stay on the original post — we're only changing what happens from here on out. Retroactively re-attributing all of them would be... a lot.

This is just the beginning. More changes are coming as we keep building this out – stay tuned!

[dog-teeth]

this is a devastating change for artists on tumblr. please leave a comment on this post and submit a feedback form to tell @support this is a bad idea.

[zafirosreverie]

Little North Star (North x f!reader)

It started with the footprints.

You had come home from work, tired and annoyed, only to find a pair of snow boot prints, too large to belong to anyone you knew, especially since you lived alone (deep down, you thought you recognized those footprints, but ignored it for the moment).

Your heart skipped a beat at the thought of someone breaking into your house, but upon a quick inspection, you saw that there were no broken windows or forced locks, so you figured maybe someone from the courier had come and not found you and left. Whatever the case, the incident was out of your mind the moment you relaxed in your bathtub.

Then it was the wrapping paper. You hadn't decorated this year, feeling too big and too tired to get into the Christmas spirit. You weren't even going to travel home with your parents to celebrate, even when they lived at the next town, so you hadn't bothered to buy presents or decorate the house.

However, one day you found a bunch of rolls of wrapping paper and boxes with ornaments and lights. For a moment you thought you had gone crazy. You hadn't taken any of this out, it should be in the attic, not the living room. You tried to come up with a logical explanation and ended up convincing yourself that you had probably been too tired to remember bringing these things down from the attic.

Anyway, you found yourself decorating your house two days before Christmas, despite having said you wouldn't. A couple of lights and a tree with ornaments wouldn't hurt anyone, right? Plus, it was a nice way to make the house feel a little warmer and more welcoming.

You tried not to think too much about the little flashes of memories of big hands and a loud, warm laugh visiting you on Christmas Eve. You told yourself that they had just been dreams, and that was what they were.

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Then came the letter.

The night before Christmas Eve, you found a letter in your mailbox with no return address or zip code. It was just adorned in white and red with a little reindeer sticker that said "North Pole." When you opened it, you saw a recipe for cookies that you used to make as a child. They were your favorite to make with your mother for the big man of Christmas.

You smiled a little and assumed that your mother had sent you the letter in an attempt to help you get back into the Christmas spirit, and as you walked through the aisles of the supermarket, looking for the ingredients for the cookies, you couldn't help but remember the afternoons you spent talking to your mother, looking forward to a visit from Santa Claus.

Everything had been easier then, being a little girl whose only concern was to behave well so that she could receive a gift from the big guy in the red suit.

Never stop believing, little North Star.

You gasped a little and had to lean against a soup rack as memories of a man ran through your mind, a big, strong, warm, and cheerful man, who came to visit you every Christmas Eve, while the rest of the world slept.

He used to call you little North Star, and he would tell you stories of his fellow guardians, the tooth fairy, the Easter bunny, the man in the moon, and the Sandman, while his blue eyes, full of wonder and kindness, filled your soul with warmth and security.

You shook your head, trying to compose yourself as you went to the registers to pay. Deep down you knew they were just dreams, that it was your imagination as a child…but why did they feel so real?

___________________

It was Christmas Eve, your house was decorated, the smell of freshly baked cookies filled the place, and you were sitting on the carpet, with an open gift box between your legs, your eyes full of tears and a smile too big that hurt. An early gift, the tag said.

For my little North Star to come home -N

It was him. Now you were sure of it.

No one, not even your parents, had known about this. There was one night, when he, North, had brought you a snow globe, made by himself, with a beautiful figure of his sleigh inside. So that you would always remember him, he had said.

At that moment, it had seemed easy to your child's mind to promise that you would never stop believing in Christmas, in magic, in him. But as you grew older, you convinced yourself that it had all been mere dreams, that it had not been real, and one day, you could not find the globe. Over time, you had believed that that had also been a dream, that there had never been such a gift.

And now, here it was again, in your hands.

All the memories began to flow, invading your mind with a strength and warmth you hadn't felt in years. The secret nights with North, when he told you the stories of the world, the secrets of the guardians of childhood.

He had called you his little North Star, because he always came back to you, no matter what. How could you have forgotten that you had been Santa Claus's favorite girl?!

A part of you, the part that had grown up and stopped believing, wanted to keep clinging to the idea that it was all a dream. But the biggest part of you now knew that it wasn't, that it had all been real.

How many years had you wasted, how much time wasted? How many promises had you broken? You had to do something, anything, to let North know that you remembered, that you now believed in him again.

You got up from the ground with a joy and lightness that you hadn't felt since you were a child. The illusion and magic awakening in you again as you smiled like you once had. You called your parents, bought last minute gifts and took the last train back home.

Christmas was not lost after all.

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A warm and thunderous laugh that did not seem from this world, filled your empty house in the middle of the night, while North lay on your couch and ate the cookies you had left for him, reading your letter over and over again.

Thank you, for giving me back the magic, for making me believe again.

"No, thank you, for coming back to me, little North Star" he said to himself, putting the letter in his suit.

[selfiship]

Imagine getting scary dog privilege from being with your F/O! Whether it's because they outright look dangerous, or they have a notorious reputation that surrounds them, imagine the high feeling you'd get walking next to them. Imagine nobody ever daring to mess with you, because how could they, with your F/O always by your side. Imagine a crowd separating to allow you both to walk through, your F/O's arm over your shoulder. If someone ever did dare to give you a hard time, the moment your F/O walked up to your side, the person would no doubt begin falling all over themselves to apologize and run off. Just scary dog privilege stuff!!

proship dni

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Now that my queue has ran out I'm gonna separate myself from the fandoms for date every thing/others for a bit so I can write for it. Give me a week so I can get fresh ideas and I'll be back to answering asks as well. No I swear I didn't forget I write too lol.

-Q making promises at 3am

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*Nice chill headcanons of a softer insecure Hector* mmm yummm

*Hardcore insecure yandere headcanons where his freaky nature is tenfold* mmmMMM yummmMMM

All these plates and not enough mouths :(

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THIS

[furorem-yandere]

How will Yandere Dateables(Like Hector,Fantina and Dorian) of Date everything react to there Darling already being in a relationship with someone else

I see Hector mostly as a stalking type of yandere... He's not too far off from his canon personality I think. He doesn't think that his darling would ever notice him, let alone be attracted to him, too. His behavior wouldn't change much at all, and is the mildest of the three. Mostly, he just cries more, but he certainly wishes the worst to his darling's partner. They're nowhere near good enough.

Dorian is somewhere between H and F. He's the most obviously cold and unforgiving. Does stuff like not opening for them and only his darling, closes very harshly on them. Maybe even if they try to open them, he finds a way to heat up his doorhandle so that they burn themselves on him. He does most of this behind his darling's back, and only seems mildly disapproving in front of them at worst. Eventually, I think he'd drive a wedge between the two of you.

Fantina I think would be the most hostile overall. Absolutely reacts like a yumeshipping fangirl when their idol gets married to someone they hate. They would become a mysterious odor in the attic. There's no way she doesn't cut them out of her darling's life, either with threats or more literally. They get 1 (one) warning, and if they don't break up with you, then they're toast.

[nan-not-found]

"In the Quiet"

OK! So I see you guys, I see you Shinsho fans, I hear you all loud and clear. Our tired little boy deserves some love, too. So I present to you all this short fanfic. I hope you guys like it!

Pairing: Shinso x Reader Inspired by: "Cherry Wine" - Hozier

Word Count: 923

The first time he let you touch his face, there were bruises under his eyes.

Not fresh—just shadows of old fights. You never asked how they got there. He never offered. And that silence, odd as it sounded to others, was your comfort zone. Shinso didn’t like being asked things he didn’t want to answer, and you had no interest in peeling him open like some locked journal. He came to you when he wanted to be read.

Tonight, he did.

The lights in your apartment were dim, just the low gold of the kitchen bulb bleeding into the living room. He’d dropped by late. Hoodie on, hands in his pockets, voice tired.

Now, he sat on the edge of your couch, bent forward, elbows on knees, staring at the floor.

You crossed the space slowly, barefoot, cautious like he was a deer that might bolt. Not because you were afraid of him—but because he never asked for softness, and when he let himself have it, he didn’t always know what to do with it.

"Rough day?" you asked.

He hummed in response. It wasn't a yes or a no.

You slid onto the couch beside him and waited. Shinso never talked fast. His thoughts came like waves—rolling in, pulling back, and sometimes drowning him if you weren’t watching closely enough.

After a moment, he spoke. "I froze up. During training. Just… blanked."

You looked at him. He didn’t return it. "Aizawa said anything?"

"Yeah. Said it happens. Just… didn’t expect it to happen to me. Not after all this time."

You nodded. Your fingers itched to reach out, to touch the side of his face where that faint yellow bruise still lingered, but you didn’t.

He noticed.

"You can," he said, voice quiet. "If you want."

You reached up gently, fingers ghosting over his cheekbone. He closed his eyes. His skin was warm, a little rough, like he hadn’t shaved in a day or two. You felt him exhale beneath your touch.

“I hate that it still rattles me,” he murmured. “That part of me still thinks I’m the problem. Like I’ve gotta prove I’m not dangerous. Like I don’t belong.”

Your hand stayed on his cheek. Not holding. Just being.

"You don't have to prove anything to me," you said. "Not tonight."

He opened his eyes, slow, heavy-lidded with exhaustion. There was something fragile in the way he looked at you. Like he didn’t believe you, not really—but wanted to.

“I know,” he said, eventually. “That’s why I came here.”

It wasn’t always like this. When you’d first met Shinso, he didn’t even look you in the eye. Not out of rudeness, but because he was always reading the room, trying to gauge people before they could judge him. Before they could fear him. His walls were high, and he’d built them with good reason.

You’d taken your time. Asked questions only when it made sense. Never pushed. Never talked over his silences.

It took months for him to start texting you first. Longer to let you into his space.

Now, here he was. In your living room. Letting you hold his face like it wouldn’t hurt him.

Progress wasn’t always loud. Sometimes it looked like this.

Later, when you’d both curled onto the couch, his head resting on your lap, his breathing slowed.

You combed your fingers through his messy purple hair, brushing out small tangles. He didn’t say a word, but his body softened under your touch. You knew he liked this. The quiet attention. The wordless reassurance.

"You're not dangerous, Shinso."

He blinked up at you, eyes half-lidded. "I know. But sometimes I feel like I’m walking around with a loaded gun in my mouth. One word, and…"

"You're not a weapon."

His brow furrowed. "Then why do I only get taken seriously when I use my Quirk?"

You paused, fingers pausing mid-stroke. That question hung between you, heavy and honest.

“Because people don’t understand quiet power,” you said finally. “They expect flash. They miss the real strength. But I see it. I always have.”

He let out a low laugh. "You make me sound noble."

"You are," you said. "Even if you don’t want to be."

He looked away, embarrassed by praise. He always was. But he didn’t deny it.

The night stretched on. Rain started tapping softly against the window, a quiet rhythm that matched his breathing.

Shinso wasn’t easy. He wasn’t warm in obvious ways. He didn’t flood you with affection. But he showed up. He stayed. He let you in even when it scared him.

And when you tucked the blanket up over his shoulders, he turned his head into your stomach like a cat seeking shelter.

"I don't say it much," he mumbled.

"I know," you whispered. "Say it when you're ready."

Silence again. Then, after a long pause:

"I feel safe with you."

You smiled, hand resting over his heart. "I know."

You woke up hours later, still on the couch, your neck stiff and your legs numb under his weight. Shinso had barely moved. His breathing was deep, slow, steady. One arm had slipped around your waist in his sleep.

You didn’t move.

He needed the rest. The closeness. The kind of quiet love that asked for nothing but presence.

You kissed the top of his head, gentle. Then leaned back and closed your eyes again.

You didn’t need fireworks. This was enough.

The slow drip of love like cherry wine—sweet, dark, and a little painful sometimes.

But worth every drop.

End.

Masterlist

[citruswriter]

I'm lowkey surprised that I haven't come across any Date Everything fics where Reader is lowkey objectum, especially pre-glasses era.

Imagine loving on your objects, cooing out sweet words of affection and peppering them in kisses and having dates only to get the glasses and oh would you look at that, now they can smother you in kisses back.

[date-everything-has-taken-over]

Hi hi hiii I wasnwondering if u could do a fic thing where reader is basically dating most dateables n one day they (the reader) basically ends up feeling extremely sick from not taling care of theirself properly, running around to fix stuff, starting a new part-time job, going out with new friends. Could some of the characters included be dorian, eddie & volt, hector and whoever else? Pls and thank uu!!

Gonna add Barry and Betty because I think they'd fit in very well with this case (And they're my babygirls)

Dorian🚪

● One of the first to notice something was off

●After losing your job at Valdivian, you had gotten two part-time jobs to make up for it, and it was beginning to take its toll

●He was the kne to see you before you walked through the front Dorian. Before you would take a deep breath and put on your best, "everything's okay" face

●He'd try his best to convince you to give yourself a break and get some well needed rest, but you kept reassuring him you'd be fine

●Well, he was right. After one too many overtime shifts combined with coming home to help everyone with their problems resulting in many sleepless nights, you come home and practically collapsed in the front hallway

●"Right, that's it. You're taking a couple days off work and resting"

●Unfortunately, he's still the front door, so he can't take you to bed himself, but bedroom Dorian will take things from there

●If you thought he was like a bouncer before, you haven't seen anything yet.

●A dateable wants to see you. "Are you on the list?" "What do you need with them?" "You're not gonna cause a fuss are ya?"

●He even contemplates moving the hanks downstairs. Sure, they're usually in your room, but they're so loud. He gives them a stern warning (which scares them just a bit) and let's them stay

●He makes sure the house is safe and that your room is the pinical of peace

●"Autherized personal only" Dorian blocks anyone trying to get in, but especially the more rowdy members of the house

●"Darling, you never believe what I heard about Hoove!" Scandalabra tries yelling through Dorian, which was followed by a suspicious thud (I'm sure it's nothing to worry abt)

●Until he sees you're 100% better, Dorian doesn't let you out of his sight (not that he does that anyway). Going to the kitchen for chicken soup? He's got an eye on you just in case

●When you actually do recover, he's making sure you don't get yourself in the same issue and makes you promise not to push yourself

●"It's not just my job to keep you safe from the outside world, love." He holds you close to him, enveloping you in a warm hug. "I will always be there to keep you safe from all danger"

●Even after you're better and going back to work, he's checking on you every chance he gets, reminding you to eat and sleep at a reasonable time

●He may not woo with words as much as other dateables, but he shows how much he loves you every day by being a safe and reliable presence for you

Eddie & Volt⚡️

●Work was short-staffed, and with it being busy season, you were picking up extra shifts almost every day

● They know overworked when they see it, so when you show up to the club, noticeably tired, they clock you right away

●Volt takes a seat next to you, placing his lips on the side of you head

"You know we're always happy to see you, live wire-"

Eddie cuts him off

"-But you look dead tired, go to bed"

● Volt chuckles, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you onto his lap

"Our live wire doesn't need to leave to rest, do they?" He brings you closer. "You can relax right here, live wire"

●After that night, Eddie stopped letting you help out around the club

"Don't worry about it, alright? You look like you're about to fall over anyway"

●Eddie acts tough, but he's checking on you and bringing you water every time you visit the Breaker Box after work

●When everything catches up to you and you actually do end up getting sick enough to take a couple of days off work while stuck in bed, they're both worried (and a little pissed)

●They've seen you running around the house helping everyone, fixing things around the house, settling arguments between other members of the house so they have a pretty good idea of how you ended up like this

●They check on you every day to make sure you're doing alright

●If you're not awake when they come by, you'll wake up to find a glass of water, Nyquill, and a note

'Rest well, live wire -E&V

●After a couple of days of bedrest, you return to the club, and they're happy to see you doing well

●They've both accepted you're too nice to say no to helping everyone in the house, so how do they remedy this?

●By practically keeping you hostage in the club for the next couple of days (Can't get exhausted again if they just keep you at the Breaker Box)

●Eddie still refuses to let you help out even if you insist

"And you get on me for not taking a break," he sets a glass in front of you. "Little hypocritical, don't ya think?"

●He places a gentle kiss on the top of your head, keeping close for a moment before going to the back to do maintenance

●They may be busy running the club, but never too busy for you, and they make sure to remind you

Hector💨

●Also, very quick to notice

●He was very worried when he noticed how much slower you seemed lately

●Asks how you're doing multiple times a day. Never believes you when you say you're fine but he doesn't wanna push it and upset you

●Fully panics when he sees you collapse after walking through front Dorian

●The temperature spikes for a moment until he calms down

●He doesn't leave your side for a moment

●Takes extra care to keep the temperature at a comfortable level for you

●You don't even have to say anything. Ate you pulling the blanket closer to you? Heat up. Are you kicking away the sheets? Air on.

●He so badly wants to be there with you. To hold you and comfort you. But he's still terrified to leave the vents

●He's slightly soothed knowing Betty is taking very good care of you (but also kinda jealous)

●In the middle of the night, when he's sure everyone is asleep, he sits beside your bed, watching as your breath rises and falls

● He brushes your hair aside, admiring your beautiful face (even though it's sick and sweaty, he doesn't care)

●Before leaving, he gives your forehead a kiss. "Feel better soon, my love."

● If someone tried disturbing you or kept you awake, he'd turn the heat up in the room they're in to be petty

●When you're well enough to get out of bed, he's overcome with both joy and anxiety

●Joy because you're well enough to see him in the attic now. He can hold you again (and you can watch him turn bright red as you kiss his face)

● But anxious because, what if this happens again? What if the human keeps pushing themselves? What if it's WORSE next time?!

●He begs you to slow down and not push yourself too hard. To give yourself more free time and rest more often

●The look he gives you is like a kicked puppy, and you just can't help but hold him close and promise to take care of yourself better

●He clings to you for a bit before you leave the attic to go to bed "Rest well, my love."

● When you finally go back to work, he anxiously waits for your return, watching Timmy just a little too closely

●When you finally return, he observes your every move to see if you look tired or overwhelmed

●If not, good. But if you look any kind of distressed, he's whisking you away to the attic to cuddle, then practically dragging you to bed at the end of the day

●You're honestly a little surprised since he's normally not this bold face-to-face

●Even long after recovery, it becomes a new routine. If you come home tired, he's attaching himself to you koala style

Barry💄

● Well, technically, he noticed pretty quickly when he'd see you so exhausted every morning, buuuuut then he forgot and would notice all over again each morning

●Feels terrible when you come home sick and remain bedridden for days

●He's almost too nervous to visit you, scared you'd be mad at him

●"Are you feeling alright, darling?" He peeks into your room, "Anything I can do to help?"

●When you tell him you'd just like to hear his voice and that you love it when he goes on little rants about whatever he's obsessed with at the moment, his whole face turns red

●"Oh! W-well, that's, um, very n-nice, darling." He laughs nervously. He takes a moment to compose himself. "I 'm-I'm glad you enjoy hearing me talk. I'm happy to keep you company, darling."

●Since you're stuck in bed with nothing to do, Baeey is happy to keep you company while you recover

● He'll talk about just about anything that interests him at the time. Makeup, toucans, history, lions, movies. He's also happy to listen if you have anything to yap about

● If you're not able to shower, he'll brush your hair so it doesn't get too knotted while you're sick, taking care to be extra gentle.

●It's so soothing you send up falling asleep. He brings the covers over your body and turns the lights off, letting you sleep peacefully

●Before leaving, he leans down to kiss your cheek "Goodnight, darling."

● You may or may not have woken up with a lipstick smudge on your cheek, but you certainly didn't mind

●When you're feeling better, Barry helps you through your post-sick self-care routine. Warm bath, skin care, hair care

●Helps you with your bath so you don't fall asleep, definitely not because he wants to rub your soapy body noooo definitely not

Betty🛌

●She noticed right away. You've barely been sleeping and even when you do, you toss and turn all night.

●She tries to get you to come to bed early, but you're busy helping around the house. Then she tried getting you to sleep in, but you got called into work early.

●This repeated a couple of times until you stumbled into your room and fell onto her.

●She's happy to be able to spend so much time with you, but she wishes it weren't under such conditions.

●She holds you close, your head just under her chin and your face against her chest (awooga). She's somehow the perfect temperature for when you're cold or overheating.

●She'll gently stroke your head and hum softly until you fall asleep.

● When you wake up, she looks down at you and brings a hand to your cheek. "Good morning, lover." She presses a gentle kiss on your forehead. "I'm afraid I can't let you go anywhere until I'm sure you're better." Her gentle voice makes it seem like a joke, but you know she's serious.

● You wouldn't have thought to leave anyway, you could barely move, and your whole body felt achy but more importly Betty was just so damn sweet and comfortable.

●Ngl it's mostly sleeping and cuddleng with you and occasanaly getting food

●When you finally felt better, she convinced you to take an extra rest day with her "just in case"

Sorry, Betty's is so short! I couldn't think of much for her

[lumi-lex]

Betty/afab!reader/Hector

rating: explicit

word count: 465

note: reader is referred to with they/them pronouns, you can decide if you do or don’t know about Hector’s placement in this fic

Once you and Betty started seeing one another, the bedroom became much more lively than it had been in months. And he was glad, Betty’s pining for you, the beautiful human of the house, was beginning to bother the plush mattress and it was noticeable by all of the objects in the house. Your own mood increased greatly, but that was also due in part to building connections with the various objects in the house and having people to talk to face-to-face rather than through screens. Even he’d gotten some face time with you, albeit one-sided due to him staying in his comfort zone of the vent as you smiled up at him through your conversions.

Betty had told him that you were very obviously flirting with him, wearing shorter shorts around the house and intentionally stripping in clear view of the vent while hoping that he was watching.

“Snuggle bug confides in me, y’know.” Betty had told him once, adjusting her own top in a way that was meant to tempt him as he played with his fingers through the grate. “Tells me all their most intimate secrets, fantasies too.”

And he’d wondered about those fantasies, wondered what you’d thought of while you played with yourself all this time — whether you were aware or not of the many pairs of wandering eyes taking note of the way you brought yourself pleasure. Betty hadn’t answered, wanting to respect as much of your privacy as she could while hinting that you’d been interested in the mystery of the vents. A mystery he’d wanted to reveal and was waiting for you to trust that he meant it when he said that he wanted to meet you face-to-face.

And tonight Hector fears he can’t let you wait much longer.

Watching as Betty had you spread out, both naked and facing the vent to give him the full image of your beautiful bodies in that shared bliss, was a bit more than he thought he could hold himself back from. She’d already made you orgasm once with her head between your legs, and now she had your trusty vibrator between your legs, lazily pumping it into your pussy as her other hand held your breast.

“Oh look at you, snuggle bug.” Betty coos, kissing your head as she watches your hips roll to match her pace. “You look so pretty all spread out like that for us. Can’t wait to make you come over and over again.”

But when she looks up, meeting the gaze of the voyeur situated in the vents, Betty throws a seductive wink his way before pressing her thumb down on the part of the vibrator that paid special attention to your clit to pull some more sweet sounds out of your pretty parted lips.

[odelle-kun]

Ok I have this headcanon: what if, the player in DE was a single parent and their kid could see the human versions of the objects even without the dateviators, because y'know children have a lot of Imagination and because of that the kid can interact with the objects; and the player is like "Oh my kid is just being silly" and then when they get the dateviators they see the human-objects and the kid is like "See I told you they are alive!" And the objects are really protective of the kid and idk it would be so wholesome 🥹❤️

[cameronthecryptid]

Hector: Are you feeling well, my love? Your mind seems to be somewhere else today. Did I say something that displeased you.

You: Oh no. I just feel a bit off. Like something isn’t right. But I can’t figure out what.

Hector: Maybe you were displaced by you doing your morning routine slightly out of order. In the morning, you usually shower and then brush your teeth after having breakfast. But this morning you brushed your teeth and then took a shower.

You: I… that’s really specific of you to know.

Hector: I-In hindsight… the information that I have a deep knowledge about your routines should have probably stayed private to me…