#I just was unable to work on it until this weekend😭

[cesarescabinet]

For @caer-gai's Arthuriana August! Prompt 4: Getting Heated!

POV: Beaumains and the Savage girl are trying to drag you into their weekly debate about pineapple on pizza. Something a bit silly for this prompt! Wanted to experiment with a more traditional comic format and realized I preferred it without the dialogue. Let the old man read in peace!

[shootingstar-scuderia]

🦋

LANDO + TINY HANDS READER / BIG HANDS LANDO PLEASE 😭😭😭

thanks for requesting anon!! i'm really sorry because looking back at the req i've realized i didn't actually write that much about their size difference 😭😭 i just kind of got a plot and ran with it

masterlist

It starts with kisses to the backs of your fingers, just something small like that. Because that’s the way it always is with Lando. Give an inch and eventually he’ll take a mile. 

It’s a late Friday night, a rare weekend where Lando is really and truly off, and the two of your are watching TV. Or, you are at least.

Lando’s been fiddling around for the better part of the episode, seemingly unable to settle down. First looking for his phone, then leaving to get a snack and a blanket, and then getting comfy on the other side of the couch before deciding that he would much rather be sat next to you.

Finally, he presses his body up against yours, chin resting on your shoulder and it feels like the perfect night in. The lights dimmed low, the TV playing your favorite show, and your boyfriend cuddled up into your side.

That is until Lando nuzzles his face into your neck with far too much vigor for him to actually be trying to be romantic, but with more than enough vigor for him to be trying to be obnoxious.

“What is it?”

“Nothing,” he mumbles, keeping his face pressed up against the crook of your neck.

“Lan,” you warn.

He huffs and then flops back onto the couch pulling out his phone. You turn your attention back to the TV and hope that whatever he finds on his phone is interesting enough to keep him occupied for a little bit.

You don’t even get a minute.

Lando shifts himself so he can curl his body around you and he’s warm and large snuggled up against you that you really can’t help but let your attention drift towards him. 

“Baby,” he says, voice low and soft in your ear.

He trails his fingers up and down your arm, the pads of his them leaving goose bumps on your skin, before lacing his fingers with yours. His hand is big and warm in yours and you can’t help but settle into him, cupping his face in your hands and enjoying the way he’s draped himself around you.

It’s nice. 

It’s nice and it doesn’t last long because before you know it you feel Lando start to fidget, his restlessness growing. You feel him take your hand in his and tug gently on your fingers to try and bring your attention back to him. 

“Lando.”

He shushes you gently bringing your hand up to his lips and presses a kiss to the backs of your fingers. “God you’re pretty,” he whispers.

You duck your head bashfully as prickling heat works itself from the back of your neck to your cheeks, “should be saying that to you.”

Lando just presses another kiss to the back of your hand, and you feel a slow smile fighting its way through the purse of his lips. You look at him and his eyes meet yours, making you feel like some kind of young debutante, coyly looking at her suitor from under lashes.

He turns your hand to press a kiss to the center of your palm, taking a moment to nose against the skin there. 

Lando lips move to your wrist next, pressing butterfly kisses to your pulse point. The kiss itself is so chaste but, he meets your gaze again and the sight of him looking at you, eyes dark, is more than enough to make you shift in your seat.

He presses another kiss to your wrist and before moving your hand back to cup his face and press his cheek into your palm. The movement makes his stubble brush against the thin skin of your wrist and you shiver pleasantly letting out a soft sigh. 

It’s a noise Lando matches with one of his own, high and reedy in his throat. Self satisfied because he knows he’s got you right where he wants.

He tugs again, your arm this time, and you let him pull you on top of his, your body coming to bracket his. “Come on,” he says, let's turn this off. You’re not even watching at this point.”

And as Lando hauls you onto his lap, one hand firmly on your waist as the other fishes for the remote, you think yeah, give him an inch and he’ll take a mile. 

But, it’s okay, in the end he'll always give more than he takes.

[yanderecrazysie]

i need more yandere cheater tamaki..

PLEASE 😭😭🙏

Ofc, ofc, my precious anon! 

Title: None of Your Concern

Pairings: Tamaki Suoh x Reader

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, swearing, Tamaki is once again an asshole

Summary: Tamaki can’t move on from you, even though it’s his fault you left.

“Get your bitch ass off of my phone

Please leave me alone

I am not your girl anymore

You need to watch your tone”

From “None of Your Concern” by Jhene Aiko

It’s a terrible feeling, the moment your life falls apart, shattering like glass.

You had never liked Tamaki being in the host club, but you had grinned and beared it as best you could. He had been so excited to start it with his friends that you couldn’t help but admire his enthusiasm and had given him the go-ahead, as long as he didn’t go too far with the girls.

You hated sharing your boyfriend with all of the other girls in the school. You hated seeing him acting like he was enamored with every girl who sat as his table.

You had stopped attending the host club shortly after it was created, unable to stand watching your boyfriend feed other girls cake and compliment them, calling them “princess” just like he did for you. He was understanding and apologetic, reminding you that the other girls meant nothing to him. That it was all just an act.

Despite the tugging on your heart and the way your stomach twisted unpleasantly, you believed him.

Until now.

One of Tamaki’s hands lay seated on another girl’s back, pulling her closer into the kiss he had clearly initiated. His other hand delicately cupped her cheek, so much gentler than he had ever treated you. 

Your bag, which had been slung over one shoulder, slipped and hit the ground with a loud THUMP. The two broke apart, still gazing into each other’s eyes. 

“Kyoya, I told you not to bother me,” Tamaki said crossly, not looking away from the other girl for even one second.

A small sob bubbles up from your lips before you can stop it. You had felt so numb that it took even you by surprise. Tamaki’s eyes dart over to the door and he freezes. You can see the horror seize him and you could tell his brain was working furiously, trying to come up with an excuse that you would buy.

“Princess Suki just wanted… I mean…” You could hear the panic in his voice as he searched for the right words, the words that would magically make this okay. You both knew better- knew that there was nothing he could say anymore that would fix his mistakes.

“Don’t bother,” you managed to say through the massive lump stuck in your throat, “Just…” words fail you, but the meaning is clear. You want nothing more to do with Tamaki Suoh.

You turned on your heels and ran from the room. Only when you’re far enough away from the classroom do you let the tears fall. 

You’re plagued by “what ifs” and a mountain of “whys”. You found yourself thinking back to the girl Tamaki had been kissing. It’s because she’s prettier, isn’t it? Did she have something I didn’t?

Your phone buzzed to life with a text. “Can we talk?” You ignore it. “Please?” A few moments of silence graced you before your phone began to ring. You sent it straight to voicemail.

By the time you made it home, your phone had 13 missed calls and dozens of texts. You put your phone on silent and placed it on the nightstand, getting straight into bed. It’s way too early to go to sleep, but you feel as though you’ve run ten marathons. You fell asleep without changing your clothes and awoke to hundreds of texts and about 50 new calls.

You decided to give yourself a day off from school, not ready to face Tamaki or “Suki”. It was a Friday, so you would have the weekend off as well. Your head seemed to weigh a thousand pounds and you had trouble lifting it from the pillow.

You gingerly sniffed your clothes and winced at the smell of sweat. A shower was desperately needed. You hurried off to the bathroom and strip, waiting for the running water to turn from freezing cold to a scalding heat, just the way you liked your showers. 

A knock sounded at your door. You weighed your options and ultimately decided to ignore it. You weren’t expecting any visitors. It was probably just a door-to-door salesman or something.

You slipped into the shower, instantly warmed by the hot water. You let out a pleased sigh as the heat hits your head and back. The knocks at the door became more insistent.

Now that you were in the shower, there was no way you were hopping right back out. You resolved to just take a quick shower and figure out who was at the door after that. Whoever it was could wait, right? But now you had the nagging worry in the edge of your mind that there might really be an emergency.

The knocking continued intermittently throughout your short shower and you hurriedly dressed, half-stumbling to the door and flinging it open once you were decent. There, on your doorstep, with puffy red eyes, was Tamaki Suoh. 

You immediately slammed the door in his face.

“(Y/n)! Please open the door! I’m so sorry, I made a horrible mistake! Please take me back! I… I can’t live without you.”

You had expected to feel guilty or sad, but instead a cold indifference froze over your heart. “Get off my property or I’ll call the police.” Tamaki tried to protest, but your icy voice informed him, “I’m serious.”

You watched through the frosted glass as he reluctantly retreated, figurative tail between his legs. You felt a rush of satisfaction, immediately followed by a wave of sadness. All you could do was bury your face in your hands and sob into them.

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It was an accident, really it was. 

Tamaki had been using Kyoya to pass on messages after you threatened to get a restraining order on him. Kyoya clearly thought it was stupid, but he always seemed to obey Tamaki.

Except now..

Lips pressed together in bliss, his hand on the small of your back, pulling you close just like Tamaki and Suki. This time it was Tamaki’s turn to walk in on the two of you.

You weren’t cheating on him, but you still felt the warm satisfaction of revenge as Tamaki stared at the two of you with disbelieving eyes. His eyes filled with tears and he wasn’t shy about letting them fall from down his cheeks, gathering under his chin and dripping to the floor below.

“How could you?” His voice was choked up, just like yours had been. Serves him right, you think savagely.

“I’m not yours anymore, Tamaki. I can do whatever I want,” you snap at him, cold as ice.

Tamaki’s face goes blank, tears still dripping from his eyes as he glares at Kyoya.

You weren’t his, huh?

Well, he could change that.

[vro0m]

As usual I don't read your F1 post but as usual when I see a word coming often enough in my peripheral vision I get curious. What is Antonelli

Oh god. Okay. (Also why do you still follow my F1 account babe it's flooding your dash with posts you don't have an interest in 😭)

This is Antonelli

As you can tell he's a baby. He turned 18 like 5 seconds ago.

Anyway, he's gonna start F1 next year in Mercedes.

Why does it cause so much discourse that even you have to ask what's going on?

Somewhat long post :

So Mercedes has a free seat because 7 time world champion and overall GOAT of the sport Lewis Hamilton decided to leave for Ferrari in 2025. Now this caused an f1blr meltdown in February because no one saw it coming as he's been with them for over a decade and they've won so many world titles together and he spent the previous year saying he wouldn't leave, but since 2021 Mercedes hasn't been doing so good.

There was a lot of discussion as to who could join Mercedes next but the rumours rapidly pointed to Antonelli.

What's crazy is Antonelli is 1) very young 2) very inexperienced. Usually, drivers will do local competitions (F4) then F3 then F2 then maybe F1. If they are thought to be good enough for F1 while they are in F2 they tend to be hired as "reserve drivers" for F1 teams meaning they work closely with the team, train on the simulator, take part in test drives sometimes, overall learn the ropes, and if a driver is for some reason unable to take part in a race, they will replace him.

But Antonelli has only done F4, entirely bypassed F3, was brought into F2 this year and is now gonna join F1 after just one season there. He's not been a reserve driver. He's done his first session in a normal F1 race weekend alongside other F1 driver this weekend and it went like this : lap 1 he's the fastest of them all, lap 2 he crashes in a wall at high speed, end of his session.

So why choose him? Well Toto Wolff the Mercedes team principal has been very annoyed that he let another such very young very unprepared rookie slip his fingers ten years ago : current 3 time world champion, racing prodigy Max Verstappen. Max joined before he was even old enough to have a normal driving license. He too had skipped some steps to F1 although not as many as Antonelli. And although he had a bit of a rocky first few season clearly due to his inexperience, he turned out to be one of the best drivers we have ever seen so far. Some have the feeling that Toto Wolff is trying to forcefully recreate the phenomenon. Even though Max Verstappen is a clear outlier, an exception to the rule rather than an example that bringing young drivers in very fast is a good idea.

Note that Antonelli is said to be extremely talented and that's also why he's been fasttracked to F1 this way. BUT he's underprepared, again very young and facing a huge amount of pressure.

First of all rookies who join F1 are always under pressure because they have very little time to show that they are up to the challenge even though they have barely any experience driving in F1 with cars that are very different from F2 or anything else they've driven up until then. This week, another young driver, Logan Sargeant, was fired mid season in only his second year in F1 because he didn't progress enough. It's over for him and he'll never be back even though those who raced with him in previous formulas say he had more potential than what he was able to show. Many such cases.

Second of all people have been mounting this narrative around Antonelli. Toto wolff, but also journalists. They're acting like he's the next champion. They're calling him Lewis Hamilton's heir for some reason. He has driven 1.5 laps in the current cars so far. It's insane. A generally well respected f1 journalist said yesterday that he hasn't seen f1 this excited about a rookie since fucking Michael Schumacher himself.

So yeah. That's the narrative : the best driver in history leaves his historic team after an unprecedented successful partnership by surprise. The team principal decides he needs another prodigy to replace him and bring his somewhat struggling team back to his former title winning glory. Can't persuade the current prodigy Max Verstappen to leave his own title winning team to join them. Not now, not 10 years ago. Decides to pluck a baby from his cradle to become the next shiny thing. Everybody holds their breath while they wait to see if he'll sink or swim.

[nicistrying]

Sunday 21st April

What a weekend 🥴

Yesterday was Matt's birthday so I made him breakfast in bed and we went for a lovely walk with Maggie, saw all her friends, had a great time 🥰

I went out and did a big grocery shop for my sister bc she said she had been really struggling with money lately as she's between jobs and will miss April pay cutoff at her new job so won't get paid until the end of May. She's also getting evicted from her house bc she's unable to get a mortgage to buy it, so the landlord is just giving it to her daughter instead which is shitty. So she's having a really tough time so I went and bought her just a load of food she can make meals with and stuff bc she said she had been sending the kids up to their dad's house for dinner bc she didn't have enough food in. Which fucking sucks. So got all that, finished off Matt's birthday cake - coffee & walnut, his fave. And then started on my nephew's cake! Which annoyingly I forgot to take a pic of when it was finished 😭

Matt's birthday card and mug from Maggie arrived

It has a photo from the day we got her, one of the funniest moments of her life when she got stuck between the sofa cushions, and one of them together on the side of a mountain and it says Best Dog Dad. He usually hates stuff like that but he loves it 🤭

Cleaned up the kitchen about 3 times after all the baking, realised it was 5pm and I had 30 mins to get ready, and we went out with Matt's family for dinner. We went to a Vietnamese place and it was so good. His parents were difficult as always but they left after food and we stayed out for a few drinks with his brothers and we had a fun night. He was really happy to have everyone together ❤️

Came home a little tipsy I think around midnight, got up early again this morning to walk Maggie so Matt could have a lie in. Thank god though, he woke up not long after me and offered to do the walk so I did all the housework that didn't get done all week. The house is finally sort of back to normal so I felt much better. Finished off my nephew's cake, and went over to my sister's to see him. We just had a few of his friends round and all the adults sat having a couple of drinks and eating snacks. It was lovely! I was so nervous to give my sister all the food but she took it really well, I tried to frame it as a working from home hamper bc her new job is full time WFH and I said in my experience you realise how fucking hungry you are when you're not out at work distracted by other stuff, but she didn't see all the meat, tins, fruit and veg in the bottoms of the bags so I really hope she isn't offended when she does. I know she's way too proud to ask anyone to help but it's not fair that she has to sacrifice having dinner with her kids. So I wrote her a little card and explained that I know she'd do the same for me. Haven't heard from her yet but she was super happy when I brought the stuff into her garage. Drove home feeling pretty icky (again! Wtf is going on with my body), I was shivering I was so cold and had the heaters blasting in my face the whole drive home and had an awful headache despite chugging water all afternoon. Curled up in my pjs when I got home, had a cup of tea and felt much better. Currently in a hot bath, ready for an early night. Think I'm just run down tbh, it's been a crazy busy few weeks.

Oh also! I got The Photo for the wedding thank you cards! Finally the sun was out and she was smiling and the crown stayed on her head for more than half a second 🙌

So I can order those this week!!

Hope everyone had a lovely weekend 🥰🥰

[yorprincess]

So.

Until this shadowban thing of mine gets lifted, I'm likely not going to be rping much. I'm sorry. Catch me on discord if you need to get a hold of me or tag me in a post!

I'm rachellysebrook#6122 on discord

Rambles/whining and background under cut.

It's so hard to be here and unable to interact with posts. It's like screaming into the void and I hate it.

Plus I have some writing projects I really need to work on.

I'll be lurking, most likely, and I'll be on discord if anyone's interested in chatting or plotting. I'm really sorry. This whole thing just kinda sucked the life out of me. I want to write! I'm excited about my threads! I love each and everyone of my partners and their muses!

But then things happen where I can like a post and you don't get notified. I can reblog our thread but even my tracker doesn't acknowledge that I did something. I can't even reply to any replies to my posts!!! 😞😭It's disheartening.

For those that don't know, this is my third shadowban this year. The first was in July on my original personal blog, which was locked down for almost three months. The second was on my side blog I made because of the first ban, that was resolved in a week or so. And now this. Considering this blog is not a side one, but a full separate account, I don't have high hopes of it getting resolved quickly. I know it's only been three days...but it was a weekend when whatever glitch did this to my blog happened.

And I'm just tired of Tumblr messing with me. I didn't DO ANYTHING to warrant this. It happened minutes after I report/blocked the third/fourth porn bot that followed me. Coincidence? Perhaps.

Anyway. Sorry for the rant. Love you guys. I'll be on discord.

[seitmai]

Many thoughts 🫠

No woman had ever looked at him the way you did. Almost expectantly. Like you trusted him. You had a smart mouth on you, and he never knew what you were going to say when you smirked at him. His response to you still caught him off guard. He wanted to keep being surprised by you.

I mean it's almost sad that he has never had a similar experience with a woman 🥺

When he bottomed out, tight balls resting against your ass, you kissed him frantically. Your fingers were raking through his hair as you shivered and said, "You feel so good." Jake grunted, trying to keep himself from thrusting. "Thick and warm. I like this so much better without a condom," you sighed. "Oh god," he groaned against your lips.

As if he needed it, she also spurs him on 🫠

Only Jake was allowed to do this to you. Only he was allowed to skip a condom. Your whole body shivered in pleasure as you thought about it, and your voice filled your own ears as your orgasm took over. Your hips were bouncing up against his where you could feel him against your clit and every spot inside that made you go wild. You were chanting his name in time with your movements, unable to stop the needy whine from lacing your tone.

🥵🤤😮‍💨

But the longer Jake kissed you and let you lick his cum from his fingers, you started to panic. It was like you'd been in a bubble with him. Safe and secure with nobody else to concern yourselves with. You had class tomorrow. He had to go to work. He had invited you to stay for the entire weekend, but he was going to want his space back. Now that he upheld his end of the deal, and then some, he deserved to have you out of his hair so he could get on with his regular routine. Plan for the next weekend. The next girl.

No no no don't think like that 😬

Of course he had. It was good every single time. There was a reason he was able to bring you so much pleasure, and it had nothing to do with you being what he wanted. "You're so good at fucking, no wonder all the tag chasers want you." You laughed sarcastically even as your throat grew tight with unshed tears. "I'm sure they all missed you this weekend. You can get back to them soon."

I'm SCREAMING!! I wanna take her by the shoulder and shake her to stop talking

His green eyes looked stern now, and his voice was strained as he said, "I'm not.... look, sex isn't the only thing I'm interested in." He sounded hurt, but you knew where you stood now that it was Sunday evening.

Poor Jake, but just tell her your feeling problem solved 🤦🏻‍♀️

"But you took care of me," you replied as tears stung your eyes. "You brought me back here and helped me with my problem after I practically begged you to. And you were so good at it. You knew exactly what to do." He sat up a little more and hung his head. "You never had a problem. Okay? And it wasn't just fucking to me. I don't know if you're too naive to understand the difference, or if you just weren't paying attention, but don't try to make me feel cheap now."

This is breaking my heart, it feels like a horrible breakup that i am witnessing here😭

He was still gentle as he took your hand, and you followed him into the bathroom where he ran a wet washcloth along your skin before cleaning himself up as well. He looked sad, and he didn't meet your eyes again. And maybe that was a good thing, because you were sure your tears would start if he did. 

Bitch my tears have already started 😭🥲

You wanted to stay. You didn't want to leave until the last possible minute when he needed to get some sleep for work. You wanted to kiss him and tell him you never wanted to make him feel bad about himself, but you kept quiet instead.

No!! Don't keep quiet!!

He was still sweet now as he silently got you ready to go. He wasn't cheap, and that wasn't even how you thought of him. "I'm sorry, Jake," you whispered, and he finally looked up at your face. "You were perfect."

🥺😭🥺😭

He made love to you and let you pick his heart up right out of his chest. You let him get comfortable around you, and then equated him to someone with a one track mind who was only good at one thing. And now you were looking at him as your lip quivered, and all he wanted to do was pull you against his body and tell you it was all okay. But he wasn't really sure if it was. He'd been better for you this weekend than he could ever remember being with anyone else in his entire adult life, and he didn't want to ruin the bits of his memories that would still feel good later.

It was dark outside when he opened the passenger side door of his truck, and you held onto his hand for a full minute before climbing inside. It took all of his strength not to lean in and kiss you.

Then don't use all your strength!!

"If you ever need something, call me. You can trust me," he promised as he typed his name into your address book. "I know I can," you whispered, sniffing again as his fingers fumbled through typing out his phone number. When he hit save, your phone died, and he wasn't sure if the number would be there or not the next time you turned it on. The thought settled like a brick in his chest, but you were already reaching for your phone and purse as you leaned in to kiss his cheek. You sobbed, "Thank you," before opening the door and slamming it shut again after you climbed out. Then Jake watched you run toward the building as you wiped the back of your hand along your cheek.

I'm not well 😭😭😭

Everything about this just broke my heart 💔 I really hope the number is there otherwise she has to drag her in fake leather dressed ass back to the harddeck ASAP for my sake 🥲

Mr. Right Now Part 9 | Hangman x Reader

Summary: You have a hold on Jake like nobody ever has before. You've got him breaking rules and tripping over his own feelings. But he should have known from the start how things would end. You should have, too.

Warnings: angst, fluff, smut, adult language, unprotected p in v intercourse, 18+

Length: 2900 words

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Female Reader

Why is Jake on my masterlist!? Mr. Right Now masterlist

He had to be completely out of his mind. Taking you without a condom was going to make his desire to be with you so much stronger. He knew that, but he had you spread out on his bed anyway. Even entertaining the idea of sliding inside you bare was enough to make him come, but he needed to make sure, once again, that he was good for you. And that he pulled out in time.

No woman had ever looked at him the way you did. Almost expectantly. Like you trusted him. You had a smart mouth on you, and he never knew what you were going to say when you smirked at him. His response to you still caught him off guard. He wanted to keep being surprised by you.

But as he watched you touching yourself, it wasn't surprising at all that he was about to cave to what you asked for. You were soaking wet, whimpering his name while your fingers glided through your gorgeous pussy. Your body was like a beacon that lured him in, and he needed to touch you. He kissed you everywhere, trying to get himself under control, but every brush of his lips to your breasts made his heart beat faster. Every time he kissed you, it made him feel so much warmer. He was dizzy as he replaced your fingers with the tip of his cock, running it through your pussy.

"You do something crazy to me, Darlin'," he crooned next to your ear as he pushed against your opening, giving you just the tip. You were so tight, but your body invited him to go further, practically pulling him in. "Can't get enough."

A soft whine escaped your lips as he gave you another inch, and you spread your legs wider. Jake kissed away all of the sounds you made, wanting to taste them in his mouth. You body coaxed him deeper, and he went willingly, basking in your wet warmth without any barrier to dampen just how fucking good you felt to him. No, he wasn't going to recover from this.

When he bottomed out, tight balls resting against your ass, you kissed him frantically. Your fingers were raking through his hair as you shivered and said, "You feel so good." Jake grunted, trying to keep himself from thrusting. "Thick and warm. I like this so much better without a condom," you sighed.

"Oh god," he groaned against your lips. Every sensation was heightened. He could feel so much more pleasure, but it was the lightheaded feeling of making you his own that spurred him on. He gave you one slow thrust, and your beautiful response filled his ears. Your skin and warm pussy were everywhere. Your body was all he needed to know. He wanted you to have everything you deserved right now. "You feel exquisite. And I just want to make you come this way."

"Jake," you gasped, eyes fluttering closed as he pushed himself deeper. 

Your clit was pressed against him, and he could feel everything as you gripped him softly, and he grabbed at your hips to calm himself down. Raw excitement bubbled up inside him as he glided in and out of your body, eliciting filthy fucking moans from you. He kissed your soft skin and breathed in the scent of your hair as he maintained an almost painfully slow pace that he knew would eventually have your pussy milking him for everything he was worth.

"It's so good," you whispered. "So good. So good!"

His teeth grazed your ear as he grunted your name. "This bare pussy is just for me, right?"

"Uh huh."

But that wasn't good enough for him. His voice was shaking with arousal, skin slick with sweat, and he needed to hear your voice assuring him. "I want to hear you say it, Darlin'. What are you always going to make sure guys do?"

Your hands eased down the back of his neck and across his shoulders. "Wear a condom," you replied breathlessly.

"Good girl," he praised, and you whimpered in response. "Who's allowed to fuck you without one?"

He pushed himself deep again, and your pussy responded by pulsing around him as you said, "Just you."

"That's right," he grunted, withdrawing himself slowly, letting you feel every inch. "Lesson twelve: I'm the only one allowed to do this to you."

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Your fingertips were numb. Maybe you should have been concerned about that as you grabbed at Jake's biceps, but the rest of you felt like you were about to unlock the secrets of the universe. Every sound you made was absorbed by his kisses as he fucked you just right. It was different without a condom. Better. Way better. And you could tell he thought so as well.

His hands were all over your body, and he couldn't seem to decide if he'd rather call you Darlin' or use your first name. Both sounded pretty in his voice as he pumped his hips against you, and you arched your back off his bed, ready to come for him. Just like he wanted. Just like you needed. But he drew it out of you methodically, and you knew it was going to be so good.

When pleasure washed through your veins, your fingers dug in tighter as you pulsed around his cock. Your brain was buzzing, and you knew he was going to have to pull out when it was time, but you couldn't speak a single word other than his name as you shook your head back and forth against the bed. Each time you thought you reached the peak, it just kept getting better, and all of your senses were heightened as you came crashing back down to the bed, still coming hard.

Only Jake was allowed to do this to you. Only he was allowed to skip a condom. Your whole body shivered in pleasure as you thought about it, and your voice filled your own ears as your orgasm took over. Your hips were bouncing up against his where you could feel him against your clit and every spot inside that made you go wild. You were chanting his name in time with your movements, unable to stop the needy whine from lacing your tone.

"Oh god, Jake!"

"Jesus Christ. You're so fucking good," he crooned, stroking your clit softly as you basked in the little aftershocks. He was still deep inside you, body wound tight like a coil, and you knew he was close.

A few more thrusts and he was a moaning mess, sucking on your neck before pulling his lips away. Then he was upright between your spread legs, and you looked at his wild green eyes as he fucked you with shallow strokes. "I'm right there, Darlin'," he panted. "I'm gonna cum."

When you smiled and nodded, he yanked himself free from your body, and one stroke in his hand left him coating up your belly. A ribbon of his cum landed on your breasts, and then he jerked himself off right onto your pussy, rubbing it into your skin with the tip of his cock. 

His shoulders were rising and falling, and his cheeks were growing pink again as he looked at what he'd done to your body. When you ran your index finger across your nipple and brought his cum to your mouth to taste him, his lips were on yours. You ran your hand along his shoulder and back up to his hair as his tongue tangled with yours. Now he was a mess, too, but you liked it this way. His movements were unhurried, so you didn't try to move yet.

His bedroom was getting a little darker. You could tell the sun would be setting soon, and maybe that was why he seemed to be in no rush to get the two of you cleaned up. You didn't want to leave. You wanted him to tell you the same thing. You'd gotten comfortable here where it was only the two of you. Since the first time he touched you, everything had felt easier than you ever anticipated.

But the longer Jake kissed you and let you lick his cum from his fingers, you started to panic. It was like you'd been in a bubble with him. Safe and secure with nobody else to concern yourselves with. You had class tomorrow. He had to go to work. He had invited you to stay for the entire weekend, but he was going to want his space back. Now that he upheld his end of the deal, and then some, he deserved to have you out of his hair so he could get on with his regular routine. Plan for the next weekend. The next girl.

When you stopped returning his kisses, he pulled back right away. "Alright, Darlin'?" he whispered, a touch of confusion clouding his smile. Suddenly you wanted to cry as you swallowed the lump of mixed emotion in your throat.

"Yeah," you replied softly, but it sounded fake to your own ears. It was hard to breathe. 

"Didn't I make you feel good?"

Of course he had. It was good every single time. There was a reason he was able to bring you so much pleasure, and it had nothing to do with you being what he wanted. "You're so good at fucking, no wonder all the tag chasers want you." You laughed sarcastically even as your throat grew tight with unshed tears. "I'm sure they all missed you this weekend. You can get back to them soon."

Jake's brow creased as his lips formed a frown. You had no idea why you said that to him. What was wrong with you? You'd been trying not to think about them all weekend. And now you'd never be able to take back what you just said.

His green eyes looked stern now, and his voice was strained as he said, "I'm not.... look, sex isn't the only thing I'm interested in." He sounded hurt, but you knew where you stood now that it was Sunday evening. You were a novelty worth two nights instead of one.

"But you took care of me," you replied as tears stung your eyes. "You brought me back here and helped me with my problem after I practically begged you to. And you were so good at it. You knew exactly what to do."

He sat up a little more and hung his head. "You never had a problem. Okay? And it wasn't just fucking to me. I don't know if you're too naive to understand the difference, or if you just weren't paying attention, but don't try to make me feel cheap now."

Both of you were coated up in his sticky cum, and even as you spoke again, you wanted to take back all of your words immediately. But you didn't want to cry here, and you didn't know what else to do. "I think you should drive me home."

Jake met your gaze, green eyes full of pain. "Darlin'," he started before pausing and pressing his lips together in a thin line. "Yeah. Okay."

He was still gentle as he took your hand, and you followed him into the bathroom where he ran a wet washcloth along your skin before cleaning himself up as well. He looked sad, and he didn't meet your eyes again. And maybe that was a good thing, because you were sure your tears would start if he did. 

You wanted to stay. You didn't want to leave until the last possible minute when he needed to get some sleep for work. You wanted to kiss him and tell him you never wanted to make him feel bad about himself, but you kept quiet instead. Silently, you followed him back to his bedroom where he pulled on the TOP GUN shirt you'd been wearing earlier along with a pair of his discarded gym shorts you were pretty sure would have to smell like your arousal.

You didn't know where any of your clothing was since it ended up all over the place two nights ago, but he seemed to know where to find everything. He pulled your tank top carefully over your head, but he still didn't meet your eyes. Then he grabbed your leather skirt from the arm of the couch and helped you back into it before zipping it up. Jake pointed at the couch as he picked up your sneakers, and after you sat down, he knelt in front of you, tying them for you after putting them on.

He was still sweet now as he silently got you ready to go. He wasn't cheap, and that wasn't even how you thought of him. "I'm sorry, Jake," you whispered, and he finally looked up at your face. "You were perfect."

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Your apology rang in his ears, but he didn't know what else could be said about the weekend at this point. He wasn't perfect; you and he were perfect together. But you'd just thrown everything he did with you back in his face like you didn't seem to understand how much that was going to hurt him. It wasn't like he'd been thinking about other women while you were here. That was the furthest thing from his mind when you were in his arms.

He made love to you and let you pick his heart up right out of his chest. You let him get comfortable around you, and then equated him to someone with a one track mind who was only good at one thing. And now you were looking at him as your lip quivered, and all he wanted to do was pull you against his body and tell you it was all okay. But he wasn't really sure if it was. He'd been better for you this weekend than he could ever remember being with anyone else in his entire adult life, and he didn't want to ruin the bits of his memories that would still feel good later.

"Let's get you home," he whispered, and your gaze fell to the floor. He stood and reached for your hand, and you took it, walking a half step behind him like you didn't want to leave after all.

It was hard to breathe as he grabbed his keys and your purse from the kitchen counter. He thought about the three unused condoms still inside. Maybe you'd find someone more your style to share them with. The idea of it made him sick, and he wanted more than anything right now to remind you that you'd promised to use a condom with everyone else. But now all of the lessons sounded idiotic in his mind when he thought about them. You were never here for him. You were here for yourself. You could make your own decisions, because you were an adult. It didn't matter that he was half in love with you.

It was dark outside when he opened the passenger side door of his truck, and you held onto his hand for a full minute before climbing inside. It took all of his strength not to lean in and kiss you. He closed the door softly and got in the other side, and after that, the only sound was your soft voice giving him directions to your dorm.

It wasn't until he pulled up in front of the student housing and looked at the building through the window that he shook his head. You were too young to want to date him, and he should have remembered his place in all of this. It wasn't like it was your fault that he hadn't. He just got too caught up in the way you made him feel. When he turned to look at you, his heart melted as he watched you biting your lip apprehensively.

"It's alright, Darlin'. You didn't do anything wrong."

When you sniffed softly, he picked your purse up from the seat next to you and opened it up. Your phone battery was almost dead, and he had to have you unlock it for him, but then he went into your contacts to add his number.

"If you ever need something, call me. You can trust me," he promised as he typed his name into your address book.

"I know I can," you whispered, sniffing again as his fingers fumbled through typing out his phone number. When he hit save, your phone died, and he wasn't sure if the number would be there or not the next time you turned it on. The thought settled like a brick in his chest, but you were already reaching for your phone and purse as you leaned in to kiss his cheek. You sobbed, "Thank you," before opening the door and slamming it shut again after you climbed out. Then Jake watched you run toward the building as you wiped the back of your hand along your cheek.

He didn't move an inch until he made sure you were safely inside, catching one last glimpse of your sneakers as he realized he'd probably never see you again.

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Well. She really freaked herself out. And she made him feel like shit. And he made her feel small for the first time all weekend. And now they have said goodbye. Thanks @beyondthesefourwalls

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[bishiglomper]

So we got head honcho vet, which ALWAYS puts me at ease. Like hes just got all the experience, he almost comes off as nonchalant. Dunno how to explain. I was just hoping we didnt get his son. His son is fine in general but he doesnt have the experience.

Like back then his son wanted to give Reno the full work up, send him out of town for big tests and treatment. He was old. He was chronically ill and just accumulating illnesses. His dad was more like. "come back for a steroid, antibiotic and some fluid just for good measure every time he starts to feel blah again" which made more sense and felt like he understood, you know?

So when Ash got sick with WHO KNOWS WHAT, i wanted someone who could read the context clues I had and piece together what was wrong. And put me into context with how worried i should be.

Mom had mentioned him only peeing a few drops, so he checks for a blockage. Which is common in males. Reno had one. Fucked him up for life. So we're familiar with the signs, and the vet gave us brownie points for being smart lol. He tells us when we do good.

He tells us we're smart like we're experienced pet owners, that's nice. I still feel like I'm learning.

Did actually learn something today. He explained how declawing works. I just accepted the rumor that they chopped off the first knuckle, but apparently its more that they cut a ligment that mkes them unable to retract their claw. I'm unclear on what happens to the tip but it sounded nicer than chopping things. Or maybe they used to and they just have a better method. Who knows.

..anyway

Ash had a high fever. And apparently a horrible ear infection! I asked if all of this was explained by the ear infection but he said no,,,

But he gave him a strong antibiotic, steroid... (I'm sensing a pattern here 😂) ear treatment and a bunch of fluid.

He said he wasnt dehydrated but then he shot him up with like half a cup of saline... He looked like he was wearing a puff jacket vest. So. Hmm. 👀 (i mean when he gave Reno fluids it was like 1/4 of that)

But the best part was he told me when Ash should start feeling better. When he should start to feel like eating and if he didnt show a marked improvement by such and such a time, to bring him right back.

Mostly because its the weekend, and he said he loves and cares about everyone but unless theyre bleeding or birthing he ain't coming out on his day off. 😂

There was no improvement for the rest of the day... Only thing was he shpuld have peed after all the fluid.

But i went to go to bed and he was laying in front of the door, judging from the warm spot. I was so suprised! I sat on the floor and he snuggled all around me. 😊 And when i got in bed he climbed right in. Huge improvement as far as seeming like hes feeling better. He even rolled over for belly rubs 😭😭😭❤

Still not eating though.. Even treats or wet food. D:

But still. Its only the first day. He has all day tomorrow before we need to decide if he needs more intervention. And vet said it would be until tomorrow probably anyway.

Were5 both feeling so much better ❤

[sweepingtree]

Rant

[leqclerc]

Not to be a pessimist, but I hope someone sat charles down and told him that realistically it's over. Cause the little we know about charles is that if there's even a miniscule glimpse of a sniff of a chance, he'll go for it, and I feel like it'll lead him to push too hard and make mistakes which will make everything worse. Time to just round this season off and go again next year. Sucks cause max can drive at 50% at every remaining race and he'll still win it.

Yeah, I feel you. From a fan perspective...idk, to me it's been over for a few races now. The second Baku DNF seemed insurmountable already, and then Silverstone sort of sealed the deal when Ferrari opted to play silly little internal games rather than capitalising on having Max on the back foot. There was that glimmer of hope after Austria (and it was an intense, beautiful victory and I teared up about it okay 😭🥺) but it was short-lived and obviously now it's just a matter of time until it's mathematically out of Charles's reach. People are already trying to guess which race could see Max officially become WDC. He barely has to try at this point.

On one hand I can see why he kept going around saying he still believes in it - it's a lovely notion, the idea that giving it your 110% will be enough to close the gap - and to be fair to him the performance on his side has been there. The problem is that he keeps tripping over because Ferrari has essentially tied his shoelaces together race after race. So, yeah, from a fan POV I just go into the weekend with zero expectations - in fact, I usually expect something to go wrong and boy they're not letting me down in that aspect - but as a driver, I mean, you want to trust the team will at least try to work with you and not against you.

That false hope narrative is also partly on Binotto, who one week claims "there's no reason we can't win the next ten races" and the next says the car is shitty and has no pace to even finish on the podium, let alone win. It's not the strategy that's the problem though, obvs 😤Now he's switched to this:

Something tells me that even if Max DNFed like twice in a row Ferrari would still be unable to capitalise on it by keeping Charles off the podium through their genius machinations yet again.

So, yeah, I think it's sunk in for Charles. At least I hope so. The sooner he rips off that bandaid the better, I think. 😭

[cafeinthemoon]

Portrait of a Monk - Chapter VI

Chapter 6/?

Wordcount 3,7k

Title A Gift

Fandom Jujutsu Kaisen

Pairing Geto Suguru X reader

Previous chapters

1 . 2 . 3 . 4 . 5

Symbols ⭕ . ➕ . 🖤

Warning (s): Mentions of breakdown at the end of the chapter; mentions of PTSD/discussion of mental health; amnesia; anyways Geto being kinda creepy

Tagging @darling-imobsessed

(if you want to be tagged in any of my stories, just send an ask or a message 😉)

N. A. Yeah I still like the GIF I used in the previous chapters but this one is so good that I had to give it a try 😭😭😭

Anyways there's something I want to discuss about this chapter: it's implied that reader is a johatsu, a person who seeks for the services of companies to leave their lives, family and job behind, "disappearing". There are countless reasons why one would seek for this type of service, such as getting rid of abusive partners or financial problems. This type of service is very common in Japan. It's subtended that she abandoned the life she had with Geto and searched for one of these companies, believing that only an extreme measure like this would keep him away from her.

Yk sometimes I think this story is getting darker at each chapter, but I guess is kinda impossible not to add dark elements when you write for Geto, which is sad.

Anyways I hope you enjoy it 🥺

Friday has finally come, and you couldn’t wait for it to end.

Lunch time was approaching, but you weren’t feeling hungry. Instead, you were sensing a burning in your stomach that would force you to expel any content in case you tried to eat; at the same time, you knew that if you skipped the next meal, your legs fail you and you wouldn’t be able to serve any client after that.

Not that this unpleasing sensation surprised you. It has been like this during that whole week when, by this exact hour, the monk, Geto Suguru, would appear and look for you. He would maintain the formalities of the first day, but the small talk would last longer as the days passed, and despite being polite with all the workers, his attentions were primarily directed to you as his favorite attendant. As you served him, he would ask how your day was going and, after your brief responses, what you would recommend for the occasion; you would always choose a random item on the menu and give a generic reason for it in a frail attempt to shorten the conversation, but he would just pretend to not know what you were doing, praising your choices in an almost flirtatious manner.

Fortunately for you, he never spent more than one hour at the café, but any additional minute in his company was too much for you to bear. There was one time when you observed while he left and felt tempted to follow him and discover where he used to go after the café, but prudence always got the best of you and you would keep your feet inside the shop. A sense of danger held you in place, and you thought you were better to just keep working.

By now, the man’s preference for your services was noticed even by the boys at the kitchen, and among them and your friend Mei there was a joke about your mystical boyfriend and how you “couldn’t wait for the weekend, so you would be able to visit him at his temple”. Mei was the only one who knew your true feelings towards the situation, still she would join the others in this; however, she had the decency of talking to you in particular and ask you if you were okay every time after he left. You also knew it was useless to confront the boys and ask them to stop, so you would do your best to look unworried, even forcing a shy smile sometimes, but once you found yourself out of their sight, you would go through a severe anxiety crisis, during which you would sit on the bathroom’s floor, trembling and crying until you had no tears left.

The worst part of this was not knowing the reasons behind such discomfort. Whenever you analyzed the case from a logical perspective, you were unable to find excuses for it: Geto was always gentle, followed the place’s rules for clients and any social etiquette you could think of; there was nothing about him or his actions that would justify your fear. Except for Mei’s vague comment about a strange sensation when she approached his table once, none of your team mates seemed to sense anything of this sort. Besides, he wasn’t the first client to chose you as his favorite waitress, and certainly wasn’t going to be the last one. You should be used by it now.

On the other hand, you couldn’t forget about that other guy, Mahito, who came with him once and never showed up again, most for your relief: if the monk’s presence was difficult for you to stand, that other one’s was unbearable. You never questioned your client about this, of course, but sometimes he would exchange a cunning look with you as to tell you that he knew you never forgot the episode.

You always felt annoyed, even furious, when you thought about all of this. You hated the idea of fearing what you couldn’t touch or see. Intuitions and sensations were unnerving for their lack of reasons to exist, being more of a burden than a help in your daily life.

You were cleaning a table close to the wall, on the upholstered seats, distracted by your thoughts when a shiver ran down your spine, straightening up your position. The door was just opened and a group of cheerful voices was heard while the new clients entered. Behind them, however, there was the silent, unmistakable presence of the monk.

You took a deep breath and tried your best to control your shaking hands before turning to the entry and meeting his sharp eyes, knowing that they already found you. You stood with your hands behind your back and prepared your ears for his usual greeting.

It didn’t take long to come.

- Ohayo – he raised his hand in a happy gesture – This week felt like just one day or two, so quick it passed, don’t you think?

You forced your sweetest tone out in your reply.

- I can only agree.

You didn’t waste time and offered him his favorite spot, the one close to the wall. But, to your surprise, he refused it.

- I am afraid I cannot stay today, my dear y/n-san. Some unfortunate events took place this morning, which I will not discuss here, so that I will be forced to leave. However, I could not do it without paying you a last visit and properly thanking you for your excellent services.

Before you could ask what he meant with properly thanking you, he raised his left arm and took an object from inside his clothing’s sleeve, offering it to you. It was a small, black box of rectangular shape, decorated with golden flowers. On its front there was a tiny button of the same golden pattern that should be pressed to open the box.

You took it with your trembling hands and stared at him with a pair of wide eyes that made him laugh.

- As I can see, you think this is an exaggerated gesture – he said that as an apology, though nothing in his tone suggested that he was sorry – Maybe the long time I have spent away from the common society made me forget some of your habits. In any case, I though you did not deserve less than this for your competence and kindness. I hope you like it.

You took a moment to understand it was your time to speak, so stunned you were with all of that.

- T-thank you very much, Geto-sam… – you caught yourself almost calling him sama, but refrained your tongue in the last moment – But what’s inside it?

Geto giggled at your embarrassment.

- You will only find out if you open it.

You swallowed.

- Oh… of course.

And then you did it. Your index pad pressed the rounded button, unlocking the vessel. You pulled up its cover and held your breath when you looked into the interior: upon a layer of dark, red velvet laid a hairpin of the finest type, covered in the same metallic, golden shade of the box’s ornaments, having one of its edges as the support for an amount of delicate flowers, with colored jewels as their petals, all of them sustained by silver borders.

You didn’t know how long you stood there, staring at the opened box, trying to find your voice after that. It was out of place, even comic, to find yourself in the middle of your workplace, in your daily uniform, holding something that seemed to come out of a princess’ room. And such expensive object was bought to show his gratitude for what was your usual, simple service? It would be easier to try and believe in ghosts.

You sensed a sort of silence around you two and blinked twice, coming back to reality. You saw the clients passing by you, glancing at the box and its extravagant content, murmuring between themselves; you felt your cheeks burning with shame, but none of this seemed to affect Geto, who just stood there in silence, patiently waiting for a response.

Suddenly you thought that this story with him was going too far, and for your own good you would have to do something about it. The time for it could be now; maybe you would never have a second chance.

You closed the box again with the same delicacy it was opened; the golden button locked it with a small click. You tried to give it back to him.

- I… I am sorry, but I can’t accept it! I’m happy to hear that you appreciated my services, but that’s too much – and afraid of offending your client – Don’t get me wrong, it is beautiful, without a doubt, but it is not for me. I… I don’t even know in which occasion I could use it!

Geto’s response to your refusal was nothing like you expected. Instead of getting embarrassed or frustrated by it, he smiled – without even stretching his hands toward the box to take it back, he only gave you the same mellifluous, unnerving smile with which he greeted you right in the first time you met, and that would tell you that he was not going to accept that reply of yours.

- I am afraid I cannot take it back, my dear. You know, it was already chosen and bought for you, so that it cannot belong to anyone else. And, about an occasion to use it – he blinked at you with his left eye – It will happen. Maybe sooner than you think.

You had no time to question what he meant with those words or show any more surprise. He took a small step back, nodded and said his farewell.

- I must leave now. Thank you for everything, y/n-san.

The monk didn’t wait for a response from your part. With a swift gesture, he turned his back on you and headed to the entry. The door was now being opened by a client who just arrived; he waited until the person entered and walked outside right after. Thanks to the transparency of the door, you could see he hasn’t come alone that time: with a startle, you spotted that man, Mahito, waiting for his partner on the sidewalk; he looked inside the café and recognized you, waving at your direction with a smile that sent chills all over your body. You kept looking at the two as they walked away and thanked yourself for not waving back at him: you noticed that the people who crossed the monk’s way were unable to see the other individual, but seemed to avoid his spot as if sensing his presence; and when they happened to touch or pass through him, they would cringe as to get rid of an unpleasing scent.

A whistle at your right brought you back from your dreams. You found Mei staring at the door with her arms crossed over her chest.

- So… he came to finish the week in a divine way – her eyes went from the door to your face – And I’m not even joking!

You were going to leave and hide the box, but Mei was faster: she stopped you in the middle of your way and forced you to show the gift. You sighed in annoyance and opened the box, revealing the hairpin. When she put her eyes on it, her mouth opened wide and all her courage to touch it disappeared.

- Oh my… – she approached you and started to speak in a rushed whisper – Not even if I sold my organs I’d be able to buy something like this! This guy must be crazy for you!

Your stomach curled inside you when you heard that. You went to the counter, still empty, to find a place to seat and get rid from the box for a second. The moment you put it upon the counter, the boys stopped everything they were doing and came closer to see it.

- Guess you don’t even need to keep working here now, y/n-chan! – one of them laughed – Your boyfriend is determined to turn you into a princess!

- I wouldn’t miss the chance if I as you! – the other replied, putting new cups of coffee on the counter.

You didn’t know what to say in response. Nothing you could say would be fitting after a scene like that. You took the box again and said you were going to put it with your things on the locker room.

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The idea of how valuable was that box and the thing inside it echoed in you since you first touch it, and that was what stopped you from throwing it in the trash or doing anything worse, even though it was what your guts recommended you. That was an abnormal offer coming from the hands of an abnormal man – now you had no doubts on it. Keeping it would bring you no good. Still, you felt forced to hold it carefully and put it in the bottom of your locker, where it would be harder for one to find it.

You closed the locker’s door and felt like a burden was taken from your shoulders. You leaned your palms upon it and let out a heavy sigh. Where did things become like this?

The room’s door was opened and you heard Mei calling you.

- So… how are you now?

You shrugged.

- Better, now that he’s gone. Or so I guess.

She leaned her back on her own locker’s door, beside yours, with her arms crossed. You knew you weren’t going to enjoy what she was about to ask.

- You know, I’ve been avoiding speaking of this for a while, because I have nothing to do with it and such, but after what happened, I have to ask you. This monk… he’s a man from your past, right? Is this why you’re so scared of him?

You breathed deep. Yes, you didn’t like it. But you couldn’t run from the subject forever. Still, you didn’t know what to say in response because, contrary to what Mei suspected, you didn’t know Geto. You’ve never seen him before, and couldn’t imagine a reason why he was so interested in you.

With not much else to say besides this, you decided to be honest.

- Look, I know it’s gonna sound absurd after what you’ve seen for this entire week… but the answer is no. I have no idea of who he is or what he wants with me. And even if I knew him before, I don’t remember him. Honestly, I can’t remember meeting any monk in my life, at least not one like him.

Mei frowned.

- But you said to me several times that you were not a fan of them or their temples full incense. I thought it was because you had problems with them in your… previous life.

You kept quiet for a moment. It might have been like this, or not. You had no ways to be sure, because you simply couldn’t remember. You couldn’t, and didn’t want to.

- Yeah, I know that this is exactly what it seems. But it’s not like this. The truth is that I can barely remember anything from my past, or the people in it. I don’t even know where this aversion comes from, if it came from a nightmare or a bad experience… It’s just a thing that I carry with me. And before you question me about it, yes, I’ve seen doctors for a long time, but they couldn’t help me at all. They examined every inch of my brain, but couldn’t find anything, so I just gave up on them. I used to see a psychologist as well, but all they told me was that I had trust issues because something that happened in my childhood, whatever it was. They commented that I might have developed PTSD at some point, but it was hard to be sure since I couldn’t tell them anything.

You went to a chair that was left on the opposite side of the room and leaned your head on the wall right behind it.

- If my problem cannot be understood whether I search for it in my body or my mind, then what am I supposed to do? – you lowered your tone – All I know is that I can’t go back to where I’ve been if I want to stay alive, and that seeking for the services of that company to build a new life was the best thing I could have done for myself – you covered your face with your palms – And right when I started to think I could be in peace…

You felt your throat tight, but no tears would fall from your eyes that time. You didn’t want them; you didn’t need them. You needed answers – to your fears, to your amnesia, to everything. How one is supposed to escape from danger if they don’t even know what they’re fleeing from?

You heard Mei walking toward you and sitting on the floor in front of the chair.

- Hey, I don’t know if that could help, but it’s something you can try…

You uncovered your face and stared at her. Mei spoke in a deliberating tone, more to herself than to you, with her hand under her chin.

- This hairpin… that’s exclusive, expensive shit. It means that there aren’t many of them out there, and they’re not for sale in many places. It might not be that difficult to find exactly where he bought it. They don’t have business with any people. They have a type of client, you know? And 'cause of that, these sellers have a fantastic memory. If someone as atypical as this guy entered one of these shops recently and spent his money at it, they would certainly remember him.

You thought of this for a second. You could get some useful information with a seller. Well, they might be discreet in sharing anything concerning a client, but if you told them that the said client bought the object as a gift for you, things could be different.

- Are you telling me to do an investigation?

- Call it like this if you want – Mei shrugged – Do you have a better idea?

- No.

- So…?

You sighed.

- It seems that this is the best option... Except that this city is too big for it to be done in just one day.

- If that’s the problem, you can start searching on the internet. Then, you pass to the physical territory. And if you’re too scared to go all by yourself, I can go with you – your friend blinked – I can be the perfect Watson for my y/n-chan.

You smiled. Instead of feeling offended by her supposed lack of empathy, you were truly happy that she has found a way to have fun with this story when you couldn’t. Sometimes you just had to be reminded of how lucky you were for having someone like Mei in your life: it was good not having to take yourself or the things that happened to you so seriously.

You thanked her and told her that you would text if you decided to do anything.

***

You sat in the middle of your living room in the evening, with the box open upon a small table. You left the hairpin untouched among the velvet, so delicate, so beautiful it caused you pain – how could an object provoke such feeling?

You thought of Mei’s suggestion with seriousness. It was a risky thing to do, but what choice did you have? Knowing something about Geto Suguru – the bare minimum – could be the key for you to get rid of him forever. Deep inside you doubted you would find anything concrete besides the fact that the man was rich and had an eccentric taste, but it was better than nothing.

Or else...

You stared at the box again and took it in your hands. Maybe the box itself would tell you something.

You examined all its sides, the quality of the velvet, the hairpin itself, their proportions, texture, weight... But there was nothing unusual about them but their price.

You sighed, your fingers tickling the velvet, undoing the folds where the ornament was supposed to lay. You started pulling the fabric and noticed you could take it out of the box, which you did without wasting time.

The velvet unfolded itself until it was twice its original size. You touched it with both hands and soon sensed something behind it. You turned it to see what it was and held your breath: on the spot where the fabric’s texture changed, there was what seemed to be a rectangular paper tag with one single word, handwritten with black ink like a charm.

You spoke it out loud.

- Retrieve.

When you closed your mouth, the ink melted out of its original place and consumed the paper, separating from the fabric and dominating everything around it as an energy that would spread on your hands, your arms faster than your thoughts, giving you no time for desperation. What was going on? Were you hallucinating?

Through your widened eyes, the dark energy reached your brain and filled it with itself. To say you felt pain when during this invasion would sound ridiculous: you were sure your head was going to explode with the things you started to see after it. Dreams, memories, things about yourself that you have left behind – all bled and leaked into the present, in a wreck from which you couldn’t escape, and in it only madness was a constant.

You didn’t know how long you’ve stood there, stunned, blind to everything around you, but it must have been hours, for when you tried to move your legs, they were numb. You looked down and saw that your shaking hands dropped the reminiscences of the velvet on your lap, but you had no strength to throw it away.

When you regained your sight, your eyes, blurred in tears, spotted the vague shape of the hairpin shining upon the table and, for a moment, you thought of ripping them off your face, so you would never have to look at that cursed object again.

Now, you remembered everything.

[tinytinybumblebee]

I like to think about how izzy probably has a LOT of trouble sleeping - falling asleep AND staying asleep - and how that would work when he's tiny.

say mod izzy wakes up one night, tiny, and just can't get back to sleep. Stede's been teaching him some self soothing techniques for the weekdays and occasional weekends where he isn't staying at Ed and Stede's house, but when he tries to use them they don't help at all. His 'tiny' tablet is charging in the grown-ups room and he doesn't really want to get out of bed anyway, so he rolls around and flops over in bed, holding onto a teddy bear and huffing each time he moves around, tired and desperate to fall asleep.

Ed wakes up to get a glass of water or to pee or something and hears the shuffling coming from Izzy's room, so he cracks open the door and sticks his head in and sees Izzy on the verge of utter distress at being unable to sleep. He leaves, izzy doesn't see him, and goes back to his room to grab the tablet in its colourful shatter-proof case (tiny izzy is far too clumsy to trust him without it) and a woollen blanket that smells strongly of the colognes Ed and Stede wear.

He pads into Izzy's room and the boy finally notices him, sitting up slightly and looking sheepishly up at Ed, almost guilty.

Ed lowers the protective bars on the side of Izzy's bed (he has a habit of rolling out of bed, and the little bar helps keep him nice and safe) and drops the blanket and tablet on the end of the bed, reaching to scoop Izzy up and cradle him against his chest with some gentle little butt pats and soft whispers from Ed.

Ed sits Izzy on the edge of the bed and crawls around him, pressing his back up against the wall and letting Izzy wriggle up against his chest. He pulls the blanket over Izzy and the boy fists a corner and stuffs his nose in it, calming significantly at the smell of his mama and baba. Ed turns on the little tablet and sits it up across from them, turning on a little cartoon for izzy to watch and hopefully fall asleep to. He has an arm wrapped around Izzy's front, his hand brought up to hold Izzy's where it clutches the blanket to the boys mouth, and ends up with a few of his finger idly in the boy's mouth.

Izzy's back is pressed up against his chest, and he kisses Izzy's shoulder as he pulls him tighter, feeling Izzy grow slacker as he begins to fall back to sleep.

A a a a a oh my goodness???? 😭😭💕💕💕

Izzy definitely has sleeping issues, sometimes he'll be working overtime at his job, which completely messed up his sleeping schedule, causing him unable to sleep properly for the next few days until he can regulate it once more, and just sleeping issues in general💔 and it's just one of those nights for the poor tyke ;;

Ed knows how badly frustrated Izzy can get when he's able to fall back asleep and of course he doesn't want his lil guy to be alone during these upsetting times!!! So, Baba to the rescue ;u; ♡♡♡

Izzy probably falls asleep halfway through the cartoon, snuggling up close to Ed, the edge of the blanket now in his mouth as one hand clutches Ed's shirt, holding him close♡ Ed just hums and smiles, knowing that he definitely cannot move now, he gets comfy and falls back asleep as well, his little one resting peacefully on his chest♡♡

[toru-oikawas-milkbread]

How The Middle Blockers Wake you Up on Weekend Mornings

Pairing: Haikyuu boys x f!reader

Notes: I just got home from the pet store where I got two little mice 😭 One is brown, so I named him Peanut Butter, and the other one is black and white with cute little black spots on his face, so I named him Sushi Roll Suna, and they are the new loves of my life 😫

In this part I have: Hinata, Kindaichi, Matsukawa, Suna, Taichi, Tendō, and Tsukishima! 

If you want to see the rest of my preferences, you can follow {this link} to be brought to my preferences masterlist page!

Hinata

He doesn’t mind getting up, in fact Hinata is a morning person. He’s always gotten up early, going on an early morning run and getting hyped up for the day. However some weekend mornings he would give in to the urge to curl back into the sheets with you, resting his aching muscles and burying his nose against your back. He would hold you close, peppering kisses around your shoulders and telling you that he loved you and good morning when you woke up. You’d always smile when you woke up because he’ll press kisses all over your neck and face to wake you up, wanting you to be awake with him so the two of you can talk about what you’re going to do that day while you cuddle

Kindaichi

Much like Matsukawa and Hinata, Kindaichi has no issue getting up in the mornings. He’s always went to sleep decently early and been an early morning kind of person, but that doesn’t necessarily mean he would want to get up out of bed on the weekends, especially if you were still sleeping on him. He doesn’t have the heart to wake you up, so instead he would run his fingers through your hair and lay there for awhile while you slept. Occasionally he might fall asleep again if he was tired enough, but for the most part he’ll just lay there awake for awhile until you started to stir. He would press a kiss to your forehead when you sleepily mumbled a good morning, telling you good morning back and slowly getting up with you after a few more minutes of resting

Matsukawa

He has no issue getting up in the mornings to get ready for work, but on the weekends he likes to sleep in a little bit. Even if he can’t fall back asleep, Matsukawa would stay in bed with you, either resting his forehead against yours and listening to your soft snores and mumbles while you sleep, or he would be on his back while you rest on his chest and the two of you sleepily talk about what you want to do for the rest of the day and what you want to eat for lunch because it’s getting late and you’re both getting hungry. Sometimes, Matsukawa would really like to have early morning weekend morning sex if both of you were awake and unable to sleep

Suna

He likes to stay up late. Being a night owl, he’s never liked the early morning hours, so weekends were his favorite time of the week because he would have the ability to bury his nose against your chest and go back to sleep instead of waking up to go to the gym. He would get annoyed when the sun comes in the windows, hiding his face against your back or chest and groaning when you told him good morning and laughed at him. The two of you usually fall asleep for a little while longer, waking up around 11 AM. He would wake up before you, gently shaking you until you woke up to ask you if you wanted to go get food together because his stomach is growling

Taichi

He hates waking up. Any day of the week, but especially on the weekends. Because he doesn’t have to wake up, he would detest it if you were to wake him up, instead groaning and burrowing his face against your chest, holding you hostage in the sheets with him while he continued to sleep. No amount of shaking, loud noises, or talking will make him get up. Taichi is incredibly stubborn in the mornings, wanting to sleep until noon on the weekends and not daring to get up before then. You would have to lay there, either falling back asleep with him or sitting on your phone, because even in his sleep, he wouldn’t let you go. If he woke up and you were asleep, he would simply go back to sleep

Tendō

Much like Taichi, Tendō isn’t the biggest fan of waking up early, however he wouldn’t complain too much. He would wake you up with gentle shakes if you were still sleeping, asking if you want to make breakfast with him, however when it comes to making breakfast he’d mostly hold onto you from behind, his arms around your waist and his nose buried against your neck while you made breakfast. Otherwise, especially when it came to weekday mornings, Tendō would sleepily follow you around the apartment while you got ready and slowly got ready alongside you

Tsukishima

He wakes up at the same time every single day, even on the weekends when he doesn’t necessarily have to wake up at 8 AM, he would still wake up early. Tsukishima would slide out of your sleepy grasp, go to the bathroom to get dressed and brush his teeth, then when he came back he would gently shake you and tell you to get up. You would groan, hiding your face beneath the blankets from the sun when he opens the curtains and looks back at you. Tsukishima would leave you for awhile, going to the kitchen and making coffee and toast. When that’s done, he would come to the bedroom and pull the blankets off of you, ignoring your complaining as you pulled your knees up to your chest and tried to conserve your warmth. If you wouldn’t get up, he would pick you up and bring you to the table, giving you your coffee and toast and wrapping a blanket around your shoulders if you complained about him being mean and taking you away from your warmth

[alicemitch09writes]

I just want u to know that i love love love love your writings. Apparently i have read a few of your fics before but didn't realize it was you until i read the three little foxes series and went on your profile on ao3. I can't believe i haven't followed you because what your did is basically God's work for angst lovers and i am an avid angst lover where i need them like air (no exaggeration, i am literally obsessed with angst and you're fueling my obsession thank you very much i love u and your works) 😭😭😭😭😭

The way you write is beautiful and light but the impact it has is almost palpable to me and that is the peak of art. Not everyone can write, and even less who can write such a great story. You are one those people who can. I also love you put some snippets of your life in (un)loving miya atsumu fic, like the scar in your finger or your feelings about the zoo. To me, it made the characters feel more real, 3 dimensional, and more relatable. You've done such a great job putting words together, knitting them with care to make such a masterpiece 🛐🛐🛐🛐🛐 i can't thank you enough for writing these fics, i hope you can continue writing and doing what you love with no problem

Love u, and stay safe 🥰🥰❤

monday just started, the long weekend is over, and immediately this is the first ask i see in the morning that brightened my day. thank you so much, sweetpea!

i am a pretty lonely person by default, but i love people watching. doesn’t help that i’m INFJ, so that’s more or less our general hobby. that, and i’m a gemini, sooooo…i’m a very curious person who likes to socialize (at times), nosedive into media, and research. oh, and more importantly, create. all these just really help shape me and my writing, plus, all the things life throws at me - the good and bad.

i also did mention (prolly) sometime back that i listen to sad songs. but what i forgot to add is that i listen to them on a daily, sometimes focusing on a particular line that gnaws at me to imagine a scene. my favorite movies are tragic love stories with a hint of realism in it. sooooo, added factors for angst fuel. or i just think of scenarios or check up prompts list and go from there. i’m just so fortunate and lucky that you guys end up liking whatever i come up with 🥲

just like you, i live and breathe angst since i was 13. AND I WILL NEVER STOP.

i am working on some fics, but between being a new aunt, work, and juggling my many hobbies, finding time to write is physically, mentally, and emotionally challenging me 🥲 i really want to write but am unable to do so 🥹 pls pray for me

i will say this: sakusa’s fic is next, i’ll finish my one hp fic that’s long overdue, i have some bnha ideas (lame sequel yes)

thanks again for the love and read, sweetpea! I DO NOT DESERVE YOU AND EVERYONE ELSE ���

[potato-jem]

no way!!! 🥺🥺 what’s mine is yours and vice versa 😌 our letters are the envy of our mutuals

i honestly have been needing a new job for a while, just something where i can only work on my days off at uni. the only reason i’ve stayed for so long is because it’s only a three minute drive from my house and it’s just convenient. but thank you so much, i will definitely need the energy. i have a 5:30am - 1am day today :’)

i’ve only left australia once for the cursed family holiday to bali from hell, but i’ve always wanted to go to europe. you should show me around!! i might wait until it’s not so hot though

i love my alone time and i also love not having to answer uncomfortable questions, so i think i would have gone insane if i didn’t get the opportunity to be by myself along with my constant heat stroke

i wish you could send some pesto too 😭😭😭 if only you could send food to each other over the internet, that would be such a good invention

i love this lecturer so much, and i am protecting them with my life. if someone in my tutorials messes up their pronouns, i am like the pronoun police. i am unable to attend the first meeting this weekend (i’m going on a small trip!) but i’ll be attending the activity planned for next week, so i’ll keep you updated!!

you would think if you like foreign languages, you would also like other subjects like international relations, but that’s not how it works unfortunately. please let me know what you decide to do!! i’m sure you’ll make the best choice for you <3

hehe thank you, i just need to add some finishing touches and it should be up in the next few weeks :) it really would be a dream come true. i don’t even care if it’s successful, i just want to walk into a bookstore, see my book and say “i wrote that!”

it honestly would be worth the plane trip tbh. i haven’t seen it anywhere else, so i think it might be a café exclusive. and omg i love the biscuits an unhealthy amount. we also have a biscoff filled kitkat, which is the most amazing thing in the world

work wasn’t too bad, thanks to your manifesting, and i really enjoyed my tea and chocolate afterwards. i’m sending a massive hug that’s on the edge of too tight and i am going to buy myself a soy biscoff latte after my class today!! enjoy that homemade pesto for me!! <3

Hello Nero!!

how are you?? i disappeared for a week or so because i’ve been on holiday!! finally, i’d say. i went to sicily with a friend and it was so fucking amazing!! i’d never been there before, and it was way too hot so we didn’t get to visit too many places, but still it was amazing.

we went to the beach a lot, and the water there is so clear and clean, and it wasn’t even too crowded so i was really loving that. then we went to palermo and trapani, and to an archeological site nearby that had an ancient greek theater and a temple and they were so so beautiful!! (i have a very large obsession with percy jackson and greek mythology)

trapani and palermo were also really beautiful. though it was so hot i barely got to enjoy palermo because i felt like fainting half the time and i had to stop to rest in the shadows every other minute :,(

i was also not feeling at my best. i was at a harry styles concert the day before i left and i got out really sweaty and hot because of the venue and the jumping and screaming and then i took the bus home and it was super cold because of the air conditioning, so obviously i got a cold that lasted the whole vacation. but still it was worth it, the concert was so perfect!! i’ve been waiting to be at that concert for 10 years!!!

also, the cold wasn’t too bad and i still got to enjoy the vacation in the end!! and eat lots of really good stuff there in sicily :)

how are you doing nero?? how’s uni going so far?? and how are the flowers you bought for your room?? but most importantly, did you find a table at that cute cafe to claim as your own???

i’m sending you a big warm hug <3

HELLO CECE MY DARLING

firstly, i missed you a lot. i missed seeing your little url in my notifications and your little comments (and stuff to reblog). and secondly, this is just what i needed after a long shift at work. just to give you a mental image, i am nuzzled into the corner of my couch with some chocolate and a cup of tea (a shower can wait)

i’m glad you went on holiday and that you enjoyed yourself! i’ve always wanted to go to sicily, it looks so pretty. unfortunate about the weather, but i’m happy you had a good time nevertheless

i hope going to the beach was refreshing in that hot weather! it would have been so nice without the crowds and with being as clean as you describe it to be. and i love love LOVE ancient architecture, i’m sure sicily has beautiful buildings that hold so much history and culture (and i can totally understand the percy jackson and greek mythology obsession being fuelled by it, i would fully nerd out)

but i’m sad you couldn’t completely enjoy palermo :( heat strokes are the absolute worst! i remember going to bali for a family holiday and i did not enjoy it at all, because i kept getting awful heat strokes. it was just really really hot. where i live is quite humid (which is sometimes worse), but when you’re on holiday (especially with family), you’re outside all the time and i kept having to go back to our hotel room just to get to normal body temperature :(((

i hope you’re feeling better now!! the change in temperatures would have definitely caused your cold, as well as how packed the harry styles venues always are, but that would have been so worth it!! i’ve heard he is a really good live performer!! and you deserved to see him after waiting that long

i am so so happy you got the chance to have a break and just have a good time with your friend! what kinds of food did you get to eat? i’m sure it would have been good!

alright, my turn to update you! :) i am pretty good!! my classes are SO GOOD, i am so so so happy i switched degrees, i was so incredibly unhappy in my og one. i managed to make a friend (yay!). he’s super extroverted though, so my social battery struggles to keep up with his need to talk all the time, but he’s really nice! i also managed to be brave enough to sign my pronouns on an introduction sheet in a class of mine (i still put my legal name, but progress!)

i’ve also been getting into a writing groove too! i am almost finished a heartstopper fanfic and i completed the first chapter of a book i am writing (and i’m honestly really proud of it, despite it being the first draft)

and yes, i managed to find a table!! as i said (at least i think i did), the seating for the cafe is outside. i picked this cute little table underneath a tree, so when it comes summertime, i will hopefully have some shade to cool me down. only downside is the leaves are small enough to shed onto my laptop :( but! it’s such a nice place to study and take my notes before my tutorials and to read over my novels for the week

i am sending you a massive hug back and a forehead kiss <3