WandaNat supports Fem!Autistic!Reader when it comes to texture struggles around food
⊱ Nat would go food shopping and get in all your safe foods
Nat makes note of every single one of you safe foods, not just the food but the exact brand. She prepares accordingly and stocks the pantry in the specific way she knows you like and with care. Absolutely no substitutions or assumptions about your food.
Nat also goes out of way to try and find the specific brand of food if it’s not in the first store—she’ll go to every store she can to find it and if she can’t? Then she will try and find the next best thing. She will offer it to you but won’t be upset if you don’t want to try it. She’ll take special trips to find your safe foods and to make sure you feel safe when you’re eating.
⊱ Wanda would get in your favourite snacks, making sure you had them in case you couldn’t manage a full meal
Wanda understands that some days, full meals just are not doable, she knows that’s okay. She reminds you of that. So for those days, she keeps your favourite yummy snacks within reach. She places a couple on your bedside table, a couple on the kitchen counter, a couple on the coffee table in the living room and couple in the refrigerator for when you need the coldness. Wanda also places one in her own handbag—she would put one in yours but you don’t carry one. Wanda really does think of everything when it comes to you.
⊱ Educates themselves thoroughly
Both Wand and Nat throw themselves into books and research papers about autistic women and their sensory processing issues, especially when it comes to your food—related texture aversions, because they see how much you struggle, they want to be able to not just help but to understand what it’s like for you. They don’t just flick through, they go deep into the research. Their love and fire to protect and support you in every single way is what drives them to find out as much as they can.
⊱ Becomes Reader’s Sensory Advocate
Nat is your sensory advocate. Especially when it comes to people like Tony, or others who may not fully understand and can be incredibly judgmental—Nat becomes your quiet but loud defender. She is very protective over you, she explains things firmly, there’s no shame or unease, she shuts down the rude dismissive comments who don’t care to understand. Nat tries and educate them before sending them packing. She doesn’t ever let them get to you.
⊱ Adapts Mealtimes—No Pressure, No Judgment
Wanda never ever pressures you into eating. If you eat one thing or skip a meal, she respects that. She only has a rule of you must eat something, and if it’s just a safe snack that’s okay, because she knows some days will be like that—it will be more about you feeling safe than eating.
All meals are filled with understanding and she’s always guided by you.
⊱ Builds a “Safe Food” List Together
Both Wanda and Nat sit down with you, the three of you work out a full list of safe foods, to accommodate your sensory and texture struggles. You add foods that make you feel good, taste good, ones that make you happy, ones that give you comfort. This list stays on the fridge and Wanda and Nat are on top of it ensuring these foods are always stocked and available in the house.
They go through it with you every week to check if anything’s changed, and if it has they make the necessary adjustments to the list without judgment—just care.
⊱ Has a Zero-Tolerance Policy for “Just Try It”
Sometimes people don’t understand or don’t listen to your boundaries and needs—so when people try telling you “oh come on, just one bite? It’s not a big deal” or “you’re so fussy. It’s too much.” Nat always steps in, she arch’s an eyebrow, folds her arms, taps her fingers—eyes laser sharp on the commenter making them wish they never let the words slip from their lips in the first place. Your needs always come first to Nat.
⊱ Celebrates Small Wins
If you try a new food, even if it’s just one bite, and you make progress even the small steps, Wanda always sees, she notices every little thing you do. But she doesn’t make a fuss not in the moment and not in public, she just gives you a proud glance, a gentle hand squeeze. And when it’s just you two? She whispers “I’m so so proud of you darling. You did amazing.” And if you couldn’t get through it she’ll whisper “you tried, that all I can ask for, it’s all you can ask for and you did it. That’s an achievement.” Wanda would then give you the softest smile closely followed by light forehead kiss—a reminder that you did so well.
⊱ Encourages Self-Advocacy
Wanda and Nat are always going to be protective of you, but they are also people who will encourage you—not forcing, but with gentleness, understanding and a boat load of patience. They helps you to advocate for yourself, to be able to say no to meals or food or textures, and help you find strategies that help with it all if gets too much, which it often does.
⊱ Carries Emergency Snacks
No matter when you need them, Nat always has a safe food snack, tucked away in her pocket—just in case. Whether you’re attending parties, meeting friends, or just going for a simple walk. Nat always makes sure you have something safe to eat at arms reach, matching it with your favourite drink.
⊱ Wanda always cooks you home-cooked meals
Previously people who always pushed your needs aside, they never took you seriously or were just dismissive about your needs calling you “too much” but Wanda? No. She never does that.
After finding out that for years you lived off takeout, microwaveable meals and toasties she steps in with care and love and puts in the work.
It’s not easy, and it takes time but Wanda takes that time.
She learns what textures are a hard no, which are a maybe and which are good and safe. She makes everything from scratch, for her, you’re never too much—and when Wanda hosts dinner party’s, like she often does, she always makes a separate meal for you or makes the meals that include only textures you like.
You could honestly watch her cook for you every day for the rest of your life. It’s a love language you’re not used to receiving. But you find a peace in it, something you unexpectedly always needed.
summary: zhongli recalls the fateful tale of when a certain snezhnayan princess was sent on a mission to liyue. fem reader. 682 words.
warnings: none
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It was another mild, serene day in Liyue Harbor. Ships glided across the sea's turquoise waters, and the market was rife with the usual hustle and bustle. Zhongli felt the gentle caress of Barbatos' breeze as he sat on the patio of the newest up-and-coming tea shop in the city, with notes of chamomile, orange, and Qiaoying's signature black blend dancing on his tongue. He watched with quiet affection as a young man proposed to his lover on the streets below, and the sun warming his face brought forth a small, content smile.
Zhongli had, admittedly, become quite fond of fading into the background and watching the lives of everyone around him play out. He felt a sense of duty to know the ins and outs of every person residing within the city he had personally fostered and protected for centuries. Off the top of his head, Little Xia would start school soon. The ship with the blue sails had caught a large haul of fish and would be allowed to stay in the harbor with their families longer once they returned -- it had been many weeks and he knew their spouses could hardly wait. Hu Tao had seen an increase in business in the past few days. Yun Jin had just completed the production of her newest play. His birthday would be approaching in the coming weeks and with it, the tide of a new year.
Preparations for the lantern rite festival had already begun, and stalls selling both materials for making and completed lanterns could be found scattered down along the waterfront. The man took another slow sip of his tea, but before he could muse further, the familiar babble and laughter of children roused him from his reverie.
"Mr. Zhongli! Mr. Zhongli!" Little Lulu called, running up to where he sat, her playmates in tow.
Zhongli made the timely decision to set his teacup down as the young girl barreled into him, wrapping her small arms around him in a tight hug. Zhongli's smile widened into a surprised grin.
"Little Lulu, how lovely it is to see that happy face. How are your parents?" he asked, gently patting the top of her head.
"Everything's great! 'Cept my daddy forgot my mommy's birthday and their anniversary. But she told me not to tell anyone!" she beamed, and Zhongli's smile faltered ever so slightly.
"Ah... I see," he chuckled awkwardly before gazing at the two other boys waiting patiently for his attention.
"What's the occasion? Surely you didn't run all across Liyue Harbor just to give me a hug."
Little Lulu detached herself from Zhongli's side as Little Fei pouted. "We were playing pirates again, but we couldn't come up with a good story... and then we remembered you're the best at telling stories, so we came and found you!"
"So it's a story you seek, is it?" He said, leaning back in his seat. "Must it be about pirates? I'm sure Captain Beidou has much better tales than I about life on the sea."
"Anything will do!" Little Fei exclaimed, crossing his arms. "We're just bored, but your stories are always entertaining."
Zhongli's lips quirked at the young boy's compliment. "Hmm... have I told you about the Rabbit on the Moon?"
The children nodded.
"I see... well then, what about the Hare and the Tortoise?"
"You've told us that one, too!" Little Meng said, coming up to lean on Zhongli's knee. "We want something new."
"Yeah! Something new!" Little Lulu parroted, jumping excitedly.
The man brought a finger to his lips as he contemplated. Something new... a story he had never told anyone before...
"Perhaps I have the perfect story after all. It took place here, in this very harbor, not far from where we sit now..."
The three children quickly drew nearby stools and took their seats before him, exchanging excited smiles.
Sensing that his eager audience was ready for him to continue, he spoke once more. "This is a story about yin and yang - the fateful crossing of paths between a princess and a god. Shall we begin?"
cw: lazy fucking, very soft only cause I haven’t puzzled him out yet, lots of praise, I’ve been thinking a lot about gyu fucking you while you’re half asleep....
Gyutaro likes you like this. Which is not to say that he doesn’t like you every second in all the multitude of ways you exist in his proximity, but he likes this especially.
“Go on, pretty boy,” you whisper in his ear, voice still sleep-rough around the edges. “Take what you want.”
He might have felt bad for waking you if the sweet, slippery heat of your cunt wasn’t so intoxicating as he clumsily slid his cock through your folds.
The sweet words you’re crooning to him are sickly and bitter as they knot in his gut. He knows he’ll never shake the pervasive sense that each one of them is a lie.
But he finds it easier to believe the lips caressing his length cannot lie.
Gyutaro whines when you bury a hand in his hair and run soothing fingers along his scalp. His spine tingles as though your nails were running along the length of his back. It’s always like that when you touch him—like sparks, nearing the edge of too much but he’d never had it in him to squirm away.
“Wanna fuck you,” he mumbles back, the tip of his dick twitching every time your clit nudges against the head. Your small room was already steadily filling with the sloppy sounds of your bodies—still not quite close enough.
Unwilling to take his hands off the warm, bare skin of your waist, he tries to angle his narrow hips down enough to catch your entrance and sheath himself inside. The motion is clumsy and impatient though, and you chuckle at the pained sound he makes.
“I know, lovely,” you drop your free hand mercifully to his cock, stroking twice before nudging in the first inch for him. “Can you do the rest?”
Gyutaro groans, staring at your face—eyes closed and brows relaxed as though you were still sleeping—and huffs in response, trying to force an edge into his voice that your presence never fails to soften.
The results are of middling success.
“Of course—ahh—I can do it.”
He keens, against his best efforts to remain undetected, forehead coming to rest on your shoulder as he sinks inch by inch into you. Your pussy clamps down around him, despite how limp you are in his arms and the sweet sting of pleasure that tenses his thighs—makes him instinctively thrust in to the hilt—has him panting and drooling against your throat.
“Gyu,” you sigh, fingers tightening their grip in his mess of hair until the strands threaten to break.
And, shit, he likes when you call him that.
He can do nothing but whine, gasp and shake as he breathes in the scent of the only flesh he hasn’t been driven to devour, but hold tightly to his chest.
Gyutaro wants to swallow you in a way he cannot comprehend. A type of metaphysical devouring, a consumption of your time and heart that keeps beating even after he’s gotten his teeth on it.
“You alright?” you ask softly, lips pressed to the crown of his head.
No, he thinks, and yes and always with you. But how can he find the words to say that he wants to eat your soul so that feeling never leaves his bones.
“Mm, feels good,” he settles for in explanation of the tremors running through the muscles in his stomach.
“Hm.”
Your eyes are closed, basking in the feeling of being filled, a hand drifting down to press on your belly. He wishes you’d open them again. He wants you always looking at him. Strange since Gyutaro has always been cursed to burn under any eye that catches him. Which is not to say that he does not burn under your gaze, but it’s softer and concentrated in his cheeks.
And sometimes, like now, between his legs.
He blinks against the sweat dripping from his hairline and when he glances up again, you’re staring down, glazed and tired and smiling.
“I like your spots,” you murmur blearily as he rolls his hips at a lazier pace, running a thumb over the marks on his face.
“Shut up-“ he starts to hiss and is cut off when you squeeze even tighter around his cock buried deep in your guts.
Your face is dreamy but smug when you grind against him once and press his head back to your chest.
“If you want me to be quiet you better fuck me back to sleep,” you say and he feels you sink into the mattress with the next thrust of his hips. His thighs are warm where they cradle your ass in his lap.
“Fine,” he huffs, like it’s a chore—like the steady rhythm of his hips isn’t the sweetest of tortures.
And when he feels your fingers tracing the rounded patterns on his face, he sinks a bit further into your touch.
anonymous asked: could i request gonta, mondo and nekomaru with an s/o who likes to kinda rest against their backs cause she really likes the warm, safe, protected feeling of being up against a strong back?
a/n: so wholesome - i hope you enjoy!
title: lean on me
pairing(s): gonta gokuhara x reader, mondo owada x reader, nekomaru x reader
post type: drabble
premise: you’re feeling kinda down, good thing your boyfriend has your back
warning(s): none
gonta gokuhara
Gonta was in the middle of reading his book when he felt a soft thump against his back. He smiled softly, as your hands wrapped themselves around his waist. He told as still as he come while you held onto him like a little koala, “(Y/N) alright?” he asked you quietly. Gonta felt you nod and resumed reading his book, letting you lean on him for as long as you needed.
mondo owada
“You okay, babe?” Mondo whispered when he felt you rest against his back. Once given the okay from you, Mondo relaxed a bit and smiled, “Take as much time as you need,” before he went back to ironing his jacket. He would stand for as long as possible if it meant you were safe and sound, “I love you, babe. Take as much time as you need.”
nekomaru nidai
Nekomaru paused from lifting his weights when he felt a small pressure against his back. Realizing that it was you, he set the weights down and asked you softly, “Feeling alright?” before getting a nod from you. Nekomaru smiled to himself and twisted his arm so he could pat on you the head, “Take all the time you need, sweetheart. I’m not going anywhere.”
OK I KNOW WE ALREADY SCREAMED ABOUT THIS BUT LIKE CUDDLE WITH CAL IS CANON SO IMAGINE THE SOFTNESS AND HOW WARM HE WOULD BEEEE
☾ A/N; for you lovie! also i finished this in max of 30 minutes lolll thank you @angelsparkers for editing!
☾ Pairing; Cal Calore x Reader
☾ Word Count; 356
☾ Warning(s); fluff, kisses, and cuddles
Y/N walked sleepily towards Cal’s bed chambers and rubbed her eyes as she walked. She gently knocked on the fallen prince’s door and movement came from behind the door. Cal opened the door open and met her soft Y/E/C, his expression softened and moved to the side to let her walk in.
“I’m sorry, I’m having nightmares again..” Y/N said as she tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear and shuffled towards his makeshift bed. Cal shook his head and waved dismissively at the apology.
“Don’t worry about it, Y/N. I kind of needed company anyway..” He whispered the last part and climbed into bed with her. Once Y/N was settled, she felt Cal’s heat radiate off him as he draped his arm over her body. He pulled her back against his chest and buried his face in her y/h/c hair. Y/N blushed and smiled to herself at how close they were.
“Good night, Y/N.” He whispered.
“Good night, Cal.”
I wish this moment would never end…
Cal’s soft snores filled the silence and Y/N held back a soft chuckle. She closed her eyes and rubbed small circles on the back of his hand, slowly drifting to sleep.
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Y/N slowly opened her eyes and met Cal’s bronze ones. A blush crept to her cheeks and smiled faintly at him. He smiled back.
“Morning sleepyhead,” He chuckled and brushed a piece of Y/N’s hair behind her ear. She buried her face in his neck and sighed sleepily.
“‘M still tired..” Y/N mumbled and Cal laughed softly.
“I know, but we have to get up. I have to teach lessons to the Newbloods again this morning.” He rested his head against hers and twirls a strand of her hair between his fingers. Y/N let out a sigh and lifted her head to meet his eyes. She pouted and nuzzled his nose with hers.
“I know, it’s just that you’re so warm and cozy..” She playfully whined. Cal laughed and kissed her forehead.
summary: general headcanons about the world of teyvat and, by extension, the gods that rule it.
warnings: spoilers for sumeru’s, fontaine’s and natlan’s archon quest.
inspired by @oliveden ‘s archon headcanons.
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visions are strongest in the realm dominated by its element — geo visions will be stronger in liyue, dendro in sumeru, etc. the amount the vision’s power increases is dependent on how in tune the vision wielder is with their element.
mondstadt is the youngest of the seven nations. snezhnaya used to border liyue, and a harsh mountain pass divided the two nations. it was only after the massacre that was the archon war that the new cryo archon ceded the mountainous south in favor of retreating farther up north. with his newfound power, barbatos clumsily hand carved the jagged cliffs and sharp valleys that’s now known as mondstadt for the snezhnayans left abandoned by their former god. dragonspine stands as a reminder of what their home used to be before barbatos graciously gave them freedom.
all of sumeru used to be harsh desert. it’s no secret that rukkhadevata created the lush, fruitful jungles that most sumerans call home out of a barren wasteland, and it is because of the new dendro archon — nahida — that the jungle continues to flourish. flowers bloom in the wake of her footfalls and new forests sprout with a wave of her hand, its health inherently tied with her livelihood. should the dendro archon die and not reincarnate, appoint a successor, or relinquish their domain to irminsul, the vibrant and forested east of sumeru will wither and rot, the western sands reclaiming its old territory as nature returns to equilibrium.
the tsaritsa’s anguish hardened into bitterness, and bitterness into apathy. in turn, the pleasant and fertile rolling hills and gentle peaks of snezhnaya hardened and froze over, soft grass and fields of wildflowers being replaced with permafrost and tundra. much of modern snezhnaya is considered inhospitable and now lies above the arctic circle. only those with cryo visions are able to withstand its subzero temperatures and biting winds for extended periods of time, and one can find small pockets of life dotted throughout the glaciers and ice sheets — communities comprised entirely of cryo vision wielders and their kin.
i imagine snezhnaya’s music to sound similar to tennen composed by hania rani (listen to it here).
the archons are bound by their gnosis to their domain and thus physically unable to leave the borders of their nation. the capital city of each region in teyvat is rife with embassies and carefully selected diplomats to carry out international relations and their god’s wills.
natlanians are unable to leave their homelands for extended periods. phlogiston, being in the air and earth of natlan, has become a vital source of life alongside food and water. anyone born and raised in the nation of fire and war will quickly become dependent on the substance to live, and should a natlan native find themselves elsewhere in teyvat for too long, they will experience increasingly worsening fatigue, muscle weakness, loss of appetite, dehydration, dizziness, and hallucinations, which can lead to organ failure among other conditions. to avoid this fate, those who wish to travel must plan in advance and pack phlogiston inhalers, but the devices are only a temporary solution and cannot sustain someone for longer than a week or two at a time.
the pyro archon rises and lowers the sun and the geo archon the moon each and every day. akin to the circadian rhythm, they possess an internal clock that tells them when to perform this duty. during periods of war where even the pyro archon can’t afford to leave the battlefield, citizens of teyvat have recorded the phenomena of night or day lasting weeks at a time all while the moon completes its usual cycle. the longest period the daylight cycle remained unbalanced was during the archon war where it seemed as if even the sun and moon were fighting for dominion over the sky.
the anemo archon controls the winds and air itself and the hydro archon controls condensation and precipitation across teyvat. after the hydro archon’s death, this responsibility fell to neuvillette, who at first maintained a very rigid schedule and didn’t think twice about it before he read a bewildered meteorologist’s column in the steambird that remarked how it always rained for exactly five hours on tuesdays and fridays. he still struggles with creating the same level of spontaneity and diversity in weather that foçalors seemed to effortlessly have, but he’s noticed that the ability seems tied to his emotional state… it’s always overcast after a particularly troubling court case.
thunder and lightning storms occur when the electro archon wakes up on the wrong side of the bed.
rex lapis bleeds liquid gold, and there’s whispers of a band of hunters solely dedicated to profiting off this myth.
every nation has its own distinct language, but after the fall of khaenri’ah, its language was adopted as the lingua franca in order to keep part of it tangible and alive.
the pyro archon once targeted celestia with pillars of rock in the geo archon’s fashion, but missed. the displaced earth trail behind celestia’s orbit, almost mockingly, but a very keen eye observing from the right location and time of day will notice that behind celestia, it almost looks like a piece of the sky is missing.
being made out of a branch of irminsul, as nahida grows and ages, she will slowly become more lithe and earthen as white branches sprout from her scalp and limbs and moss climbs her legs. all dendro archons who share this origin have the same fate: they will one day root to the earth like any tree, and their final resting places can be found in long-forgotten lands of sumeru. it’s rumored that eating the fruit that grows from them will grant the consumer forbidden knowledge. if you place your hand on the bark, you can feel a faint pulsing, almost like a heartbeat.
the events of arcane if viktor's childhood best friend was ionian. perhaps there's more to them than meets the eye...
blend of LoL lore and events from the show, soulmate themes, a classic slow burn (but with mutual pining), general childhood friends to lovers, reader is basically a god, fluff, and angst. more parts are underway :)
