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[violetsareblue-selfships]

good morning!! <333

[springgirlshowers]

hii idk if you have time for a request rn but would you be willing to write about joost and reader staying in one night but the reader is kinda anxious about them moving things into the bedroom bc she’s not in the mood at all that night and joost notices and is just really gentle and kind and assures her they can just cuddle or whatever and she never has to do anything to please him? i just think that would be really nice to read about him for a change :’) if not, no worries!! thank you sm either way <33

this is such a sweet request!!! ty anon! this was so comforting to write honestly and i hope this comforts u, enjoy <333

wc: 643 (lil one for today)

Like always, you never could point out when the exact transition to this point happened. It’s like one second you were casually talking and the next second you were making out on the couch.

Kissing was nice, but you didn’t want to do anything more than that for now. Your libido was low tonight.

As Joosts hand began to wander further down your waist, fingers slipping underneath the waistband of your bottoms, he felt the way you tensed up.

Usually when you’d get this far, your body language was completely different. Your hands would be roaming all over his body, your muscles would be completely relaxed, and you’d let out those little breaths and noises of satisfaction.

Tonight you seemed still. Stiff. Quiet. Anxious. Joost paused his movements and pulled away.

“You okay?” He asked, his eyebrows knit together in a concerned way.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.” You lied, Joost could see through your act.

“You can tell me if there’s something wrong, liefje. It’s okay if you’re not in the mood tonight.” He reassured you.

“Yeah. You’re okay if we don’t go any farther tonight?” You looked away as you asked, fingers fidgeting with the chain that dangled around his neck.

“Yeah, that’s perfectly fine.” Joost nodded, completely unbothered as he sat up, you copied his moments, facing him.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to kill the mood.” You said nervously as you looked down at your hands in your lap, feeling a bit bad that you ended the moment so abruptly.

“Don’t apologize liefje, you didn’t kill anything.” He shook his head, brushing a strand of hair that fell in front of your face behind your ear.

“Well, I just feel bad cause you’re in the mood and I’m not. I wanna make you feel good and I don’t wanna give you blue balls-“ Joost cut your rambling with a small shush.

“Hey,” He said sweetly, cupping your face and chuckling at your words. “I care about your pleasure over mine. And if your pleasure tonight is just cuddling and watching a movie, then we’ll just cuddle and watch a movie.” He shrugged, unbothered.

“Yeah. I’d like that tonight.” You smiled, “Sorry.” You said apologetically, eyes darting away.

“Hey, look at me. You have nothing to apologize for, schatje.” He soothingly rubbed his thumbs over your cheeks as your eyes met his.

“I don’t care about blue balls or any of that bullshit. I only care if you’re comfortable. So don’t think you have to make yourself do something you don’t want to do just because you want to please me. The only thing that will please me is you being happy and comfortable. Okay?”

“Okay. Thank you.” A true smile covered your lips, Joost could feel your body finally relax, all stiffness gone.

“Good. You don’t have to thank me either.” He grinned, placing another sweet kiss onto your forehead before leaning forward to the coffee table in front of you, grabbing the remote off of it and leaning back into the couch.

Joost put his arm along the top of the couch and you moved into the open space, snuggling against his side as he moved his arm from the couch to around you. He pressed a kiss to the side of your head, a small breath of satisfaction left you.

Joost wasn’t lying. He got the same amount of satisfaction and pleasure out of this as he would if you took things farther and into the bedroom. Hell, seeing you snuggled up comfortably next to him with a smile on your face was more satisfying than sex. It was heartwarming. He desires to see you happy.

And if you were happy like this, Joost could give less of a shit about what his libido wanted.

“Now, what movie are you thinking of tonight?” He asked, holding out the remote to you.

[katsu28]

Congrats on 2K Kait!!!! And this celi is gonna be so fun, but don’t stress yourself out <333

☕️☕️☕️ I’d love a drink of “carefully initiating slight intimacy (like holding hands, hugging, etc.) since they aren't quite sure how far they could go with where they are” from List D with Jake “Hangman” Seresin.

Thank you so much <33

may have strayed a little from the prompt but i hope you enjoy anyways!

jake "hangman" seresin x reader, 1.3k, join the celebration!

To make it extremely clear, you were not dating Jake Seresin. 

He was one of the most remarkable people you’d ever had the pleasure of being friends with, kind and funny and braver than most folks would ever admit, but no, you weren’t dating him. 

You really, really wanted to, though. You just weren’t sure if that’s what he wanted too. 

Sometimes you got the feeling he did, like when Nat had caught him staring at you from behind the rim of his beer and very loudly called him out in front of everyone for unashamedly ogling you. He’d vehemently denied any said ogling with flaming red cheeks, but you noticed him doing it again three more times that same night. 

Or when you went to the farmer’s market with him one Sunday morning and it was so crowded you were positive you’d lose him in the throngs of people. He slid his hand into yours that time, lacing your fingers together tightly as you tugged him to tent after tent. 

Sometimes you thought about how you weren’t all that slick either.

Like that time Mickey invited you to the beach with all of them, and you got so distracted by Jake’s shirtless chest during dogfight football you nearly missed the pass he’d lobbed you. It all worked out in the end though, because when Jake’s team inevitably won, he’d hugged you and spun you around gleefully. 

It was worth it to feel the press of his chest against yours. 

You found yourself looking for him everywhere you went, regardless of whether he was actually there or not. You’d like to run into him at the mundane places—grocery store, laundromat, coffee shop—just so you’d be able to spend more time with him.

But those were totally platonic, good friend things to do, right? 

Like always, your eyes searched for Jake as soon as you stepped into the Hard Deck tonight, scanning the packed bar for any sign of that telltale blond head of hair you wanted to see so badly. 

Today especially, because you’d had one hell of a day at work. Between spilling coffee on your shirt first thing in the morning, to your shitty boss lecturing you about an error that wasn't even your fault, to hitting the worst traffic imaginable on the way home, you could really use one of his special Jake pep talks right now. 

Much to your dismay, you spotted Rooster first, and although you did enjoy his presence, he wasn’t the man you were looking for. You made your way over anyways, greeting everyone as cheerfully as you could given your circumstances, still looking around for Jake. 

“Hangman’s getting another round, if you wanted to put your order in.” Nat informed you, nodding towards the bar. Lo and behold, there he was a head above the rest, broad shoulders helping you spot him almost immediately. You weren’t sure how you’d missed him upon first glance. 

You thanked Nat quickly, wasting no time in making your way over until you’d pushed up next to him at the bartop. Maybe a little too quickly, because your shoulder bumped against his arm a bit harshly, and his head whipped in your direction, probably an expletive at the tip of his tongue. When he saw it was just you, his expression did a complete 180, now a grin so big his eyes crinkled at the edges. 

“Was wonderin’ when you’d be showin’ your face around here tonight.” His smooth, Texas twanged voice had part of the tension dropping from your shoulders. He seemed to notice because his smile dropped a little bit and he tilted his head, regarding you with those pretty green eyes you always found yourself getting lost in. “Y’alright, darlin’?” 

“Yeah. Just…horrible day.” You sighed, drumming your fingers against the weathered wood. Jake raised an inquisitive brow, his invitation for you to talk about it. So you did, telling him every shitty little thing that happened since the moment you woke up to the second you pulled into the bar parking lot. 

As soon as you were done, it instantly felt like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders—not all of it, but enough to the point where you didn’t feel like you were about to burst into tears at any given moment. Jake’s eyes hadn’t left yours the whole way through, keeping you tethered to him with every slow nod and brow crease. 

“Sounds like you’ve had quite a time today.” He said quietly, sliding his hand over yours. His palm was calloused and warm, thumb rubbing along your knuckles soothingly. “I’m so sorry, darlin’. Wish I coulda been there for you, maybe knocked some common sense into your idiot boss.” 

“Can I just—can you hug me? I really feel like I need a hug right now.” You weren't sure if that was asking too much of him, considering you didn’t quite know where the two of you stood in terms of what you were to each other, but you had to ask. 

“Sure. Of course I can, c’mere.” Jake opened his arms for you as soon as the words left your mouth, letting you bury yourself against his chest like you’d done it a thousand times before. 

But really, you’d never hugged Jake before. Not like this, at least. A few brief greeting hugs, thank you hugs, celebrating your win at partners beer pong at a barbeque hugs—but you'd never felt so safe in someone’s arms as you felt in Jake’s right now. They were strong, circling around you tightly, one hand smoothing up and down the length of your spine slowly, the other cradling the back of your head. You felt like you could weather a storm and still be okay here. 

He smelled like laundry detergent and musky cologne when you inhaled, strong but somehow still comforting at the same time, and the cotton of his flannel shirt was soft against your cheek. When you were this close to him, you could feel the rise and fall of his chest with every breath he took, the way his breath hitched when you hugged him a little tighter than he’d expected. 

And you could’ve been wrong, but you swore you could feel his heart beating a little too fast. 

“Thank you, Jake. I really needed that.” You sighed, pulling away from him (a little too soon for your liking, if you were being totally honest). “Sorry if it was weird, I just—” 

Jake clicked his tongue, smiling at you warmly. “Don’t be sorry, darlin’, I’m glad I could help. You can hug me anytime, alright?” 

He licked his lips, clearing his throat before speaking again, voice a lot less confident than you’d ever heard it before. His cheeks were tinged pink too, maybe from the heat of the crowded bar. (Or maybe from you.) “And maybe next time you have a bad day, you can call me? We can go out for lunch or somethin’, help get your mind off the shitty things.” 

“You’ll be at work, Jake.” 

“The Navy does give us lunch breaks too, y’know.” He joked, giving your shoulder a gentle nudge. 

“It’s still clear across town. I couldn't.” 

“I’d be there in a heartbeat. I’d even take the damn jet if I had to.” 

You couldn't help but let the corners of your mouth lift up into a shy smile. “Pretty sure that's illegal, Lieutenant.” 

“But would you? Take me up on the lunch date?” Date. He said date. You smiled even bigger because Jake looked nervous, and he never looked nervous. You’d be lying to yourself if you weren’t enjoying the effect you seemed to be having on him right now. 

“I would.” 

“Good. I’m glad.” Jake gathered the beers Penny had set on the bar for him into his hands, shooting you one of those shiny, charming smiles that made you fall for him in the first place as he backpedaled towards the rest of your friends. “Maybe we can do a test run, say…tomorrow, noon? I’ll pick you up.” 

“I’d love that.”

So no, you weren't dating Jake Seresin. But maybe, just maybe, after a few lunch dates, you could be.

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[penroseparticle]

Penrose Song of the Day, Day 33: Almost (Sweet Music) by Hozier

The triumphant return! It's back, baybee!!! There might even be 2 (or 3?!?!?!) of them!

I get along without you very well some other nights.

I took a break from these, for a bit. I was going through it, but I'm a little further in now. Would you believe this song is one of the reasons why?

I'm not alone, this song is hardly a sleeper. Anything with half a billion streams has something going for it. And Hozier? On the Hozier loving website? Daring today, aren't we? A dabble of appealling to the masses perhaps.

Not really. Appealing to me, maybe.

This song makes me cry. I don't know if I can articulate why.

I think part of it is just the sheer fun Hozier is having with dropping a different jazz reference in every line of this song. The sheer number of songs he weaves into this is breathtaking. You have very straightforward name drops like Chet Baker, Duke Ellington. But almost every line is either lifted from a Jazz song, references a Jazz singer, or does both. Hozier is someone who has been very clear, vocal, and celebratory of his references, inspiriations, and musical predecessors. There's a respect for and reverence for the black artists, the giants he is standing on the shoulders on. His genuine joy, his love of this music and desire to give back to it, to recognize it and give it flowers. It's something that moves me, a little. I'm moved.

The lyrics are a whole nother animal for me.

I'm almost me again.

I think the joy of poetry is telling a story with efficiency. To cut right to the heart of a feeling. Not to ride Hemingway's dick, but he was kind of onto something with the paring down of a story, the minimalist approach. Single brushstrokes defining mountains. Time and again we see brevity, paucity, terseness as something to be celebrated- when done successfully.

The way that a sentence sings when you know that's all you needed to write. Where adding another word, another pause, a fucking comma would ruin it. There's something there, in the same way that bombast and maximalism and the sheer overstuffed lived-in rococo over the topness can take some artworks to new unexplored heights. Just as with maximal works, where there's too much, and it bursts through with the joy of being, something simple can speak volumes to the lonely, stark truth.

I'm almost me again, she's almost you.

I love this song because this song is about recovery. This song is about getting better. This song is about hope, after darkness. It's about love, sure, and it's about the joy of music. But this song, at its core, is about a man learning, shakingly, how to be after something calamitous.

I've got some color back- she thinks so too. I laugh like me again.

He'll get there. He's going to get there. He can see it, hear it. There's sweet music playing in the dark.

The line that makes me cry every time though is "I get along without you very well some other nights". Because some nights I do get along without you! But not tonight. Not now. I don't know where to start. I'm lost in the dark, and I can hear that sweet music. But I'm only ALMOST me again. I'm not fully there yet.

The song is so bright, colorful (yet somehow sepia steeped, in my head. Hozier conjures a lot of warm, comforting, almost ruddy brown colors in my mind. Truly a sun dappled bonfire of a man, tbh). It's sad, but it's joyful. I think I hear it differently every time I hear it.

And honestly there is something so fulfilling to me when a song like THIS is popular. I love music for all tastes and all genres. A song can be a simple beat to dance to, a treatise on power, you can use it to wash a man out of your hair, to boogie all night long. To cry, to release to finally be clean. You can make music that challenges what a song or music even is, you can make music that is callibrated to the masses to appeal. You can do whatever you want with song.

But I think a song like this, doing well commercially, is my favorite thing. This song is personal. This song is referential, it's deferential. It's in dialogue with its influences and aware of where it came from. It's tongue in cheek and playful and smart and accessible. It's well constructed. It is, as close as one can get, at least for me, a perfect song.

And it sounds damn sweet too, not to mention.

I've hardly talked about the actual MUSIC of it and well, Hozier does not disappoint. It's snappy, it's percussive. There's a gospel feel to it with the backing vocals creating this aural wall behind the simple instrumentation. This song is just SO good, I don't know how to describe it. The guitar lead-in is intriguing and quirked up. The build is simple, clean, elegant. A lot of hand percussion, a simple kick drum. Some piano parts, as a little garnish. The song feels like something I could play with a couple friends. We have hands for clapping. We can stomp for the kick drum. I have a guitar, only one of us has to play! and singing this with other people would heal something inside me, I think. Democratized in a way that only something soulful can be- this song WANTS people to play it, for lack of a better explanation.

I can't say enough good things about this song. I know that everyone else in the world knows it is a good song. I know. But I love it. And listen. You could be dead right now. Go listen to something you love.

[kkarmiic]

mirage anon here! naming myself how quaint today has been kinda shitty so could I get some good ol Mirage comfort after a really, really bad day? I'm talking the worst day possible-- outfit ruined, bad hair day, just EVERYTHING going wrong?? thank you if you end up doing this <33

# ‘TOMORROW - MIRAGE X GN!READER COMFORT

🫐 ‘CONTENT AND WARNINGS

\\ synopsis: everything that can go wrong, goes wrong, mirage is there to help

+* genre: fluff/comfort

‘# warnings: eye pulling, self doubt, he calls you love

// authors note: hey mirage anon! I’m sorry to hear about your shitty day, I understand how those feels, I hope this helps at least a little.

Your day had been downright awful, down to every single detail. From the moment you opened your eyes, everything was already horrific. You had seemingly slept in a weird position that night, evident by the dull ache in your shoulder and neck.

To make matters worse, you were already twenty minutes behind schedule, you had slept through your alarm. Fuck. Stomping over to your mirror, rolling your shoulder in a feeble attempt for the pain to disappear, you realized how obvious your dark circles were and how your hair stuck out in directions you didn't even know were possible.

Of course, you tried to push it aside, telling yourself it could be fixed with a little concealer and styling. That, however, did so little to help with your situation. The concealer had run out the day prior and your hair would just not lay how you wanted it.

Just your luck.

Tonight was supposed to be your date with Mirage, it was quaint, sure, he was going to make you a homecooked meal and you two were planning on watching the stars, but still, what would he think of you if he saw you like this?

It was only early days in your relationship, about a month in, and you weren't prepared for his perception of you to change, for him to see you as lazy, or a slob.

You were far too stressed out for ten in the morning, pulling your eyes down and just... Staring. Staring at yourself in the mirror, criticizing your appearance.

You know what they say, when things are at their lowest they can only go up.

Wrong. You were on a Ferris wheel, locked into your seat with no way of escaping, on a constant round of low, and high and low and high, with seemingly no end. It was exhausting, and you just wanted to get off.

So there you were, wearing your favourite outfit, hoping it would lift your spirits a little, and hopefully distract Mirage, at least a small amount. And it did, only for a mere moment though, you were halfway to Mirage's when the rain began pouring down, and this happened to be the one day where you didn't bring your umbrella, too focused on being late, and the way you looked, to even worry about checking the weather forecast.

Hands trembling as you walked, you reached for your phone in your pocket, before realising, that wasn't there either.

Panic. That was the only word to describe what you felt at that moment, pure panic. Had you dropped it somewhere? Maybe on the way to his? You were too late to turn back now, someone probably would've picked it up by now, and maybe it was already stolen. Maybe-

You left it on your bedside table, next to your umbrella.

Nonetheless, you kept walking, and you couldn't tell what was rain and what was tears after a certain point. They were so perfectly blended, heart aching as you walked.

Mirage, no, Elliot, you reminded yourself, always looked so perfect, with his neatly formed curls, and clear skin, you'd never seen him with one blemish, or eyebags like you, or with his hair askew. What would he think of you?

You had half a mind to turn back now, go home, and text him, faking that you were sick. But he'd probably turn up at your door instead, that was the kind of man he is, a gentleman.

Elliot couldn't worry about you, it wouldn't be fair to put him through that, and that's how you ended up on his doorstep, even despite all your worries. Placing three tentative knocks before it was quickly swung open, it seemed like he'd been waiting for you.

However, his smile quickly faded to a frown, of concern or disappointment, you couldn't tell.

"You're going to get s- uh- soa-" He paused, readjusting, instead of correcting his sentence, he ushered you in, he knew you knew him well enough to understand what he meant.

"Are you okay?!" He asked, shutting and locking the door behind you, hand placed gently on your bicep, feeling the soaked fabric of your shirt.

You wanted to tell him no, about how awful your day was, about how everything seemed to be going wrong, about how the whole world was against you, but you didn't. "Yeah... Just forgot my umbrella." You muttered, offering him a shrug of your shoulders, but that didn't seem to convince him, not one bit.

"How about you go upstairs? Get a hoodie and some sweats. You left some here last time. Or you could get changed into mind. I- Uhm- I don't... I don't mind." He took a shuddery breath, covering the pink tint on his cheeks.

"Anyways! I'll have a warm drink down here when you're done, okay?" He offered a soft smile towards you, already beginning to make your drink of choice.

When you returned downstairs, your drink was sat in your usual seat, the smell of food wafting from the oven making your mouth water.

"Want to talk?" He asked, cocking his head, waiting on your answer, and when you didn't respond he continued. "I can see something's buggin' ya. If you need to talk I'm always in your corner."

The compassion he was showing you was too much, he was too nice, and that was too much. You cried for the second time today, choking on your sobs as you tried to tell him about how shitty your day was, but nothing was coming out.

Mirage's eyes widened in shock, rushing round to your side before taking the seat next to you, a firm hand resting on your back, rubbing slow circles. "Take your time, love." He was ever so patient with you, you could never ask for more.

"I've just- I've just had the worst day today." You choked, covering your face with your hands. "I woke up and I obviously slept in a funny position, my whole body hurts." You began recounting your day. "I even left my fucking phone at home, like an idiot!"

There was a moment's silence before he moved his body to be facing yours, pulling your stool closer to his, and grasping your hands. "Darling. You're not an idiot. We all have bad days and that's fine. Sometimes you need a few days, to recover or... For it to just pass." He rested his forehead against yours, pressing a gentle kiss to the tip of your nose.

"No matter what, I'm right by your side. Tomorrow will be better. Swear on it."

POSTED BY: APOLLO

[yandere-writer-momo]

Heart Shaped Wound

Chapter 33

Author’s note: I’m running out of pictures. Anyways enjoy some Jun time!

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     (Your name) sighed as she woke up groggily in the morning. She definitely started her cycle. She was sure of it.

      (Your name) made sure to clean herself up and wash her sheets on cold. This happened every time. She usually hung out with Katsumi on Wednesdays but she wondered if the young man would give her a break today. She felt like hot garbage.

      (Your name) sighed before making her way over to get her work outfit around.

      “Did you get hit with miss flow too?” Zaria grumbled as she came from around the corner. “I’m happy about mine. I’m not ready to be a mommy.”

      “I hate my body sometimes.” (Your name) groaned as she pulled her hair back. “I can’t wait to sleep today.”

      “Maybe you and lover boy can cuddle?” Zaria wiggled her brows as (your name) rolled her eyes.

     “I want a man free day. Just no men.” 

     “All of them would die to be the one to hold you tonight.” Zaria smiled at (your name). “Maybe you could hang out with Jack or Kureha?”

    (Your name) hummed. She should probably text Jack now that she thought about it.

     (Your name) sent Jack and Kureha a good morning text. Their replies almost immediate. 

    ‘Good morning. Did you sleep well?’ Jack was always so simple but Kureha’s message made her laugh a bit.

      ‘Good morning. It is the start of the new month. Are you experiencing pain? I can send you some pain pills.’ Kureha was indeed a doctor so he must’ve known.

      (Your name) texted Kureha first. ‘Please. I am suffering.’

      (Your name) then messaged Jack. ‘I slept decent. I think I was tossing and turning a lot. Did you sleep good? Have any dreams?’

        Jack messaged back immediately. ‘I have a hard time sleeping but I did have an amazing dream about you. Maybe I could show you what it was one day?’

       (Your name) flushed a bright red, immediately shoving her phone in her bag. She then slapped her cheeks to try to calm down. She’d look at it once she was at work. 

       Jack shouldn’t rile her up so early in the morning. That should be illegal to be that smooth.

.

.

.

       There wasn’t a note on her door this time. A smile on (your name)‘s lips. Thank goodness. Hopefully Katou wasn’t too messed up… even though what he did was extremely creepy and unacceptable, she felt bad for the older man. Katou probably thought her kindness was flirting and took them out of context. Poor guy.

       Maybe she would visit him and tell him that she didn’t like him. That she felt bad for him and she hoped he got help. Maybe Kureha knew a good therapist? She didn’t know. She probably should worry more about herself first.

       (Your name) began to set her class up as usual, a knock at the door alerting her. The kids shouldn’t be here yet, she was an hour early… who on earth could be here this early? 

       “Come in.” (Your name) replied as she continued to set up her class. She could feel anxiety pool in her stomach when she didn’t get a reply. (Your name) slowly made her way over to her desk and grabbed her phone. Holding the cellular device close to her chest in case she needed to call someone.

       The door slowly creaked open, her eyes widening when she saw Jun standing in the door way. The pirate having his brown hair pulled back by a green bandana and he wore a white tank top. She hated that he was always so handsome. It made it difficult to hate him.

      “Meu amor. I’ve been looking for you all over.” Jun whispered as he approached her. Her fingers going through her contacts, hoping to find someone who could help her out. 

      Jun placed his hands on either side of her body. His body caging her at her desk, the pirate leaning in to greedily inhale her scent. She still smelled like vanilla, cloves, and cinnamon. God he missed the way she smelled.

      (Your name) dropped her phone, her finger pushing one of the contact to call. But sadly her phone was face down so she couldn’t see who she called. She just hoped it was someone who would come… she did not want to mop the floor with Jun.

      “Jun. You need to leave-“ (your name) knocked some things off her desk, causing them to crash loudly to the floor. 

      “Meu amor you’re always trying to get me to leave. But I want to stay.” Jun pressed a kiss to (your name)‘s cheeks. His lips smiling on her soft skin. “It’s been so many years without you. They were some long years, don’t you know how lonely I was without you?”

     “Please. Not now. My students will be here soon.” (Your name) gasped when Jun pulled her into his arms. The young woman doing her best not to lean into his familiar scent of white rum, coconut, hibiscus, and musk. It was taking all of her will power not to bury herself into his chest like she used to all those year ago… 

      Jun smirked at her as she was trying to fight the temptation to lean into his touch. The pirate pulling her into his chest, his brown eyes observing her freeze up.

      “Your mother tried to keep us away from each other. I never abandoned you.” Jun picked her up by her hips, sitting her on the desk. His dark eyes staring deeply into her (eye color) eyes. “It took me awhile to get out of prison and I never forgot you. You were always on my mind.”

      “You’re lying-“ an envelope and picture were held up to her face. The young woman hesitantly taking the envelope and photo, a gasp escaping her throat. This was the picture Jun has taken of her at the docks before he left… she was smiling as she posed by his ship…the memories they had…

      (Your name) opened the old envelope and pulled out the letter, her eyes widening at the date. This was a week after he has disappeared… and it was definitely sent to her home… it smelled just like her house… her mother hid these from her… why would she do that? Didn’t her mother want her to get married?

       Tears gathered up in her eyes. How could she assume Jun had left her… that he would abandon her after all they’ve been through… she could feel the tears starting to fall.

      “I have all of them. I have your letters I had gotten from your mother and I have some of mine she didn’t throw away.” Jun grabbed (your name)‘s hands in his. “I promise you that I never abandoned you-“

      Jack entered through the door. His breathing ragged and his cheeks slightly flushed. His brown eyes widening at the tears on (your name)‘s face and her ex standing in front of her. The blonde quickly making an assumption.

    “Wait, Jack-“ The blonde lunged at the pirate who just barely stepped out of the way so the desk wouldn’t be crushed. Jun tumbling to the tile floor with a crash as Jack pinned him to the ground by his neck. The blonde choking him. 

      “You bastard-“ (your name) wrapped her arms around Jack, trying to diffuse the situation.

      “Jack! It’s okay. Let Jun go.” (Your name) slowly pried the blonde off who was practically foaming at the mouth. Jun was just laying there confused on what was happening. 

      “Are you alright? You called and I heard crashes so I came running.” Jack turned his attention to her, the giant man on his knees as he inspected her body. “No bruises? No cuts?”

      “I’m okay. Nothing happened, Jack.” Jack pulled her into his arms. His warm body and woodsy scent consuming her entirely. She could feel him shake a bit. 

       (Your name) cupped his jaw in her hands as she pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. She couldn’t believe how fast Jack came to her rescue… how cute.

      “I’m just happy you’re safe…”

      “Hey can someone check on me too? I just got choked.” Jun held up a finger as he laid on the floor still. (Your name) slowly pulling away from Jack to look at Jun.

       “You look fine to me.” 

       “Meu amor! How can you be so heartless?!”

       “As much as this was a very eventful morning… I need you both to leave before my students come in. I don’t need anymore drama with the kindergarteners.” (Your name) chuckled as she pulled away from Jack. “We’ll have to discuss this later, Jun.”

       Jun rose up to his feet and glared at Jack. The Brazilian man sizing the blonde Canadian up. 

     “I’ll see you later then. Just keep your scary dog away.”

       “He doesn’t bite.” Jack flashed his titanium teeth at Jun on a mocking manner, the Brazilian man shivering.

       “Yes he do.”

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Author’s note: it’s been a very Baki filled day for me. But I still wanted to get a chapter done on my Quotev since I’ve been so busy with my tumblr. So thanks for reading!

[after-nine-at-the-oasis]

Abbott Elementary Episode 4: Smoking!! I lowkey forgot Abbott aired last night till I saw a clip of it on YouTube earlier, I believe lol. I watched it earlier today and did not liveblog it, but I'm here to talk about it a bit now!

Not much though, because it's late and I had a show tonight, and more tomorrow and Saturday lol.

The fact that they were discouraging substances while all actively using substances is hilarious xDDD It's not where I was expecting that to go lol! Idk what I was expecting, but not that xD

I'm glad it really talked about how broken the system is. I hope that kid doesn't get suspended <3.

Also the jokes the kids made about their vices were wild 💀. That dust bowl was out of control XDD Iconic all around though lol

I'm glad Jacob decided to give up vaping lol, good for him :') <3. Out of all of them his was honestly the most actually harmful lol.

Even though I don't love the detail that he vapes (mostly because you'd think being against it would be one of his many liberal policies lol), I really love that it brought back that smoking comment from the pilot!! Also I can totally spin this into a vices from deep anxiety thing which is lovely lol. Also the air bit was hilarious xD

Anyway they're all idiots but I do love them all lol <33

Also Janine was wild with that teacher lol 💀. I do think there were some things she was right about (like. the literal education parts lol) but dang girl xD love that the sub did not care at all lol

Unrelated but I love Jacob immediately blaming Morton for the smoking lol xD

Anyway seeing them all being chill at the end was great xD. Like Barbara trying the oil, Jacob quitting, etc lol. Good for them :).

This episode caught me off guard a bit, especially since I don't use substances, but I kinda like that, once again! This season is really throwing me off my game in the best way possible - we all need to be made uncomfortable sometimes to learn stuff :). This episode it wasn't too much, because I don't disrespect anyone who uses drugs (of the safe kind), but since I don't it's still a view into the other side.

Also Gregory's was so him xD. Honestly all of them lol - Janine's makes so much sense in hindsight (also Gregory's comment to her about like "Did you smoke last night" 💀 XDD iconic lol), Melissa's (and her smoking background - which by the way, the comments about that were funny too lol) made sense, Barbara's was- yeah xD, her lol, we basically already knew about Ava xD. And of course Jacob's is a callback lol! And it does kinda make sense for him, even if I thought he would know. I mean hey, we do things we know are bad all the time lol, and nobody can resist everything. Also I think I'm in partial denial because I don't want him to have gone through what it puts you through lol xD. Anyway, they were all super accurate :D.

I loved this episode!! I thought it was really great and I'm so excited for the next one :D. I am also utterly terrified :). Help me please :'). The title and description are scaring me and I swear to goodness they better be a mislead. I think they probably are but still xD.

Don't break them up please I need them lol

Also I'll just pretend it never happened anyway xD

Oh dang I probably won't be able to see that episode live either- eh we'll deal with that later.

So yeah! I loved the episode :D. I thought it was really great and super interesting :). I'm excited for the next one!

This has been my review for. . .

Abbott Elementary, Season 3, Episode 4: Smoking

It was really good :)). I'm really excited to see the next one but y'all I am so scared lol.

I'll be back next week for my review of. . .

Abbott Elementary, Season 3, Episode 5: Breakup

See you guys then!!!

[the-firebird69]

Is a giant number of people hoping to get out of here and leaves in such a moron gas so dumb. He dumps all over his own ruins his own day it's terrible his kids just as stupid as people are a bunch of f****** farts too. They've lost so much stuff in the past year and can't even figure it out they have absolutely no clue what they're doing none

So we're going to start on other businesses start taking them apart. We know about Max. Huge businesses are signing today but we have to make sure that we start taking over the remainder and not to get lethargic and do it really quick we only have a small window so I'm going to assign that and people going to start moving fast. There's a giant number of them too and there's just a multiple businesses and big ones are going to call them up by grouping by clans and things like that won't be that difficult but we have to get going on other huge companies are coming in now

*Southwest Air they just drop their drawers they lost a huge amount of money in the stock market and they can't afford to be in operation and they don't know how to run their own business a lot of the executives went through hell I can't do it and they can't apply their time to it either and more or less don't want to they said they're parting pigs around and s*** around and tons of people are not them and the truth is different plans and different races. We don't have a hard time doing it so it's a humongous airline it's 33% of the airline business and it's coming in today we're sitting down and meeting with them and we're going to have a very huge huge meeting at the event center and we're going to close on it. It's gigantic. And we're signing on the airlines about 2:30 p.m. and once we do that we're going to start taking over the small ones and keeping their plans at the airports I'm going to put people on our airplanes which have been certified and we're going to take the pilots out of the plains and escort them to the hotel or prison it's going to be their choice

Hera

We are here yet there's a lot of stuff going on but these are major major things that are changing these people are losing everything and they're acting like they're not losing a thing and it's very strange but they've been living this way for a long time and when they were super powerful they didn't feel any better just sat there and making dumb noises and dumb faces doing the same stupid things that they always do. No he's like right up on him you don't like that kind of behavior I left a couple times he left and he's checking to see if he's messing with his bike and that's why he's right up on him but really they're going to have a big very difficult day today we're going to be facing bja down and it's not going to work out for them

Tons of issues with them already. But really. Trump's just come in and threaten to say that their bases are gone and everybody dreams about the day and the time and it's gone even though two of them are out they're still three out of the five but still 10 small ones are being attacked and they'll be gone too so it's going to have to wait till tomorrow but tonight they're going to start hitting here again and the guy saying it's going to be done now so I'm not sure what the hell he's thinking our son is not going to attack a piece of crap when he sees him hauled off to the police and in prison every day and knows he's going to get put in the prison in the middle and he's going to die his general grievous so he's a loser trying to insight attack all the time and we're going to take him to court again that's also the point these guys are losers for a long time and they can't even work with each other in the same company and can't even like make it through the day they're horrible losers

Thor Freya

There's more companies that we're beginning to take over and it is a new start on them two of them are

*Swiss Miss and every single subsidiary and there are thousands this company is gigantic and it's really one of the first chocolate companies that were taking over and there are others but this one is huge and it happens to be the largest producer of hot chocolate mix on Earth it's probably bigger than a quick mix and there's certain implications

It is a company that deals with Coco which is really part of cookie and there's going to be huge attention because of it and it's already starting

More shortly

Hera

[realcube]

OVERHEARING SOMEONE TALK ABOUT THEIR S/O

characters ♡ baji, mikey & mitsuya

tw ♡ insults (in reference to the reader), violence & robbery 

KEISUKE BAJI 

♡ baji never mentioned that he was dating you to anyone in toman

♡ in fact, he hoped that none of them even knew about your existence, because that would only lead to trouble; and he was correct

♡ he was simply taking a puff on his stationary motorcycle, when members of the division started to filter into the parking lot that he was currently trying to relax in

♡ usually he’d try to ward off strangers so he could enjoy his time alone but he knew these guys from toman, so he allowed them to stay as long as they’d keep their voices down and not bother him

♡ most of his attention was on his own thoughts, but it was immediately redirected when he heard your name brought up in their conversation

♡ only your last name, so he wasn’t even certain whether they were talking about you, but still his interest was piqued 

♡ “they are on shift friday night, the only one left at eleven,” one of the guys explained, gesturing to his bat with a wicked smirk, “we’ll break in then. i’ll drive getaway.”

♡ “what if they call someone? shouldn’t we wait until they’ve left?” another suggested but was quickly corrected.

♡ “once they lock up the security system activates and it’ll be impossible to get in without alerting the cops. so we may as well bust in, handle them, and then steal the bikes.” 

♡ baji cringed, since he was certain that they were talking about you —since you happen to work at a motorcycle shop on friday nights — he hated to think about what they meant by ‘handle’.

♡ “now stop askin’ stupid questions.” the same guy scoffed, twirling around his bat, “i used to work there, idiot, obviously i know what i’m doing.”

♡ the group of six all laughed at the one poor guy who asked the question, and baji did too

♡ he laughed at the irony behind how they were calling each other idiots, when they were all the ones talking about auto theft in broad daylight, and discussing doing unspeakable things to a person, when their boyfriend was standing in ear-shot with a bat and a motorcycle ready 

♡ he did give them the benefit of the doubt in the latter aspect though; how were they supposed to know that y’all were dating when you are never seen spending time with each other?

♡ baji suddenly felt bad; it dawned on him that perhaps he had been neglecting your relationship as of recently. of course, it wasn’t with poor intention, in fact he thought he was taking the moral course of action by avoiding a situation where you are harmed because of his ties with toman

♡ however, being in a gang was no excuse to be a bad boyfriend, he figured 

♡ for now, the least he could do was take care of these guys to save you the trouble 

♡ but perhaps that wasn’t his brightest idea, he realised as he stood amongst the dejected bodies scattered across the ground, “i know you are all alive, so consider this a warning.” baji chuckled at the grunt one produced as he kicked him aside to head back over to his motorcycle

♡ before he left the area, obviously he stole all the cash he could from those guys, which gave him enough to buy the thing he had been eyeing for you

♡ though it took him a while to get his hands on it, it left him with the perfect opportunity to give it to you 

♡ “oi, open up!” baji hollered as he pounded on your door; if baji wasn’t such a bruiser, you would’ve thought he was dying 

♡ “what!?” you hissed, throwing the door open to reveal your frantic state.

♡ you were half angry at how loud he was being, and the other half at how he has been ignoring you for the past two weeks and finally decides to show up just as you were about to leave for work, in fact, you were running late for your night shift

♡ “no need to rush.” baji said, an odd sense of sincerity in his voice as he motioned for you to stop putting your shoes on, “you’re not going to work today.”

♡ you simply laughed, ignoring him and gathering your stuff to leave, “and why is that?”

♡ “well,” baji started, rubbing his chin for effect, “these guys from toman plan on robbing the place tonight. i did give them a warning, but they might still do it. and you know i just want you to be safe.” he said with a mischievous grin, as you both knew there was no way your shop was getting robbed tonight, unless the dudes wanted to try it with both arms broken 

♡ “so did you just come here to tell me that, or is there something else?” although you tried to hide it, baji could tell by your subtle flustered expression that you were thankful

♡ “i found this.” he lied, cupping your hand to lift it and drop in a gold bracelet, “one of the guys had it on him.”

♡ you gasped, taking the bracelet to examine the fine details, and noticed how it had a small crystal heart attached, “yeah, i’m sure a member of toman just so happened to be wearing a charm bracelet.”

♡ “i never said he was wearing it!” baji spat, swiftly snatching it from your hand and holding it above his head, “i can pawn it if you don’t want it.” 

♡ “i like it, though!” you said, reaching up for it, only for him to grab your wrist and put it on you 

♡ “then forgive me for not hanging with you.” he muttered, angrily clipping the bracelet through furrowed brows, while you leaned in to plant a kiss on his forehead 

♡ “it’s fine. i forgive you.” you couldn’t help but snicker at his word choice of ‘hanging out’, which resulted in you getting a swift flick to the forehead

♡ but before you could whine, he quickly followed it up with a kiss <33

MIKEY 

♡ one day he was visiting mizo to find takemichi and he happened to walk passed a group of guys talking about how one of them planned on asking out a person from a different school 

♡ at first he didn’t pay much attention since it was none of his business after all, until he heard that the person’s name and description just so happened to match yours 

♡ so like any good boyfriend would, he halted and told draken to grab takemichi while he listened in 

♡ as he gained more insight into the situation, he learned that the person happened to go to the same academy as you and had the same bus schedule too 

♡ it didn’t take a genius to figure out that the person they were talking about was you 

♡ as it turns out, the guy who planned on asking you out had your bus times memorised so if he was able to run fast enough, he would be able to reach your stop before you got on the bus, which is when he will ask you out

♡ or at least, that is what he hoped would happen if everything went smoothly and there was no unexpected interference from a group of delinquents

♡ mikey had many options on how to deal with this situation

♡ he could ask you to take a different bus, he could do nothing (because he trusted that you’d reject the guy either way) or he could beat them up right now to save himself the hassle later

♡ however, he decided to go with a more peaceful approach 

♡ he continued eaves-dropping until everyone besides the lover boy had left, so he could have an amicable one-on-one conversation with him — definitely no threats involved — and advise the guy to stay in his fucking lane and never go near you ever again, kindly. 

♡ when the day of the proposal arrived, mikey paid you a surprise visit after school and offered to walk you to the bus-stop; not because he was afraid that the dude might confess, but rather since he had booked you both tickets to the movies!

♡ but once you both arrive at the stop, you were greeted by the guy standing there holding a measly bouquet of flowers, looking quite taken back by the fact you were with someone else; even though mikey had done him the courtesy of explicitly telling him to back off 

♡ though he must’ve not got message despite the hand-holding, and he obviously didn’t recognise mikey, otherwise he probably wouldn’t have continued to confess, albeit with quivering limbs and a black eye

♡ but before he could even stutter out a greeting, mikey hissed at him, “what the are you doing?” yet the guy only replied with a shrug

♡ upon observing the interaction, your eyes widen as you turned to look at mikey, “do you know him?”

♡ “never seen him before in my life, dear.” he smiled sweetly, but it was ineffective; you already knew he was lying as soon as he called you ‘dear’. 

♡ “(y/n)!” the guy yelled, trying to catch your attention, but only shaking even more as your gaze fell on him, “i was going to ask you, if—”

♡ mikey let out an exaggerated yawn, widely outstretching his arms to distract both of you, “this has been fun, but we’re running late for the movie.” 

♡ “but i’m not fin—” the poor boy was once again interrupted by mikey waving him goodbye, grabbing your hand and swiftly guiding you around him, back on the route to the cinema

♡ before he even got the chance to cry another plea, you had both already disappeared around the corner 

♡ once mikey had dragged you both far enough away from the bus-stop, you began your interrogation, “seriously, who was that? and what was he trying to say? did you give him the black eye?” you had to stop to take a deep breath, “also, you said the movie would start in the evening!”

♡ mikey brought your hand up —which he had a tight grip on — and kissed the back of it gently, “my bad,” he chuckled slightly, a mischievous grin playing on his lips, “i forgot to mention him. i met him a few days ago and he was planning to ask you out so i politely informed him that you were taken.”

♡ “for some reason, i don’t believe that last part.”

♡ he snickered, “and yeah, the movie starts in the evening so we’re not running late. but he wasn’t taking the hint!” he whined while clinging to your arm, as if you were going to run away from him at any second, “forgive me?”

♡ “sure, whatever.” you sighed, rolling your eyes as you watched his expression light up, “but next time, mind your own business! i could’ve just said no, instead of you beating him up, or whatever you did.”

♡ “noted.”

MITSUYA TAKASHI

♡ during his time as the second division leader of toman, he’s overheard all kinds of stuff that he probably wasn’t supposed to; awkward small talk, plans to commit felonies, deep conversations, weed brownie recipes, discussions about health issues — the list goes on forever!

 ♡ however, one topic he has never heard any one ever have the audacity to speak about (within a ten mile radius of him), is you. even though, your relationship was public to toman. 

♡ your name was often kept out of people’s mouth since you rarely interacted with any of the gang members when you visited, hence they didn’t really have anything bad (or good) to say about you. none of them knew you besides the title ‘boss’ partner’. 

♡ so, that’s why mitsuya had to do a double take when he heard someone in his division mutter to the guy beside him, “why does his friend keep visitin’? it’s annoying. plus, they just sit and don’t talk to anyone besides ‘im. they must think they’re better than us or something.” right after mitsuya mentioned that you were visiting toman.

♡ he couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow; did that guy really think that he was being sly and quiet? by the look on his face, he seemed pretty self-assured. 

♡ “um, i heard you, idiot.” he hissed, pinching his nose and shaking his head as he watched the knucklehead stare at him dumbfounded, as if the whole room hadn’t heard him too.

♡ “don’t say shit like that. they don’t think they’re better than anyone.” he scorned, balling his fist and almost twitching with anger, fighting the urge to pummel that guy for the sake of his own reputation in toman

♡ and that impulse almost immediately dissipated as soon as you entered the room; his hand loosened and opened to cup your cheek

♡ he was as sweet as can be for the rest of the night, of course, and he still managed to send that dude daggers whenever he got the chance. 

[sebsxphia]

hi seb!! i absolutely adore your writing and think you’re so fun! i hope you’re doing well and have had a lovely night. i was wondering how you think poly! squad would celebrate your birthday? it’s mine on the 18th of this month and i’ve had them on my mind constantly,, lots of love to you!

hi my dear anon!! <33

i’m so sorry i got round to this so late and i’ve passed your birthday, but i wish you a very belated happy birthday and i hope you had a wonderful day!!!! 🎁 sending you lots of love!! <33

thank you so much for your kind words as well omg, i’m so pleased to hear you enjoy it so much and i hope you enjoy the below!! 💌💖

Poly!squad celebrating your birthday would go all out. They bring you your favourite breakfast in bed and shower you with gifts in the morning. You’re laying between all of them and they love watching your face light up with joy when you open another present.

Jake got you thin silver banded ring with all of their initials engraved on the inside. Bob got you a new polaroid camera and some records you’d wanted for ages.

Nat got you six new books that had been on your reading list for ages and Bradley got you a hand made set of cup and saucers that you saw months ago on your holiday to Italy and absolutely fell in love with. He snuck away one evening to purchase them for you.

He also got you a woolen throw to wrap around yourself when you sit in your little library, read your books and sip on your tea.

They all took the day off so they could spend it with you. They ask what you want to spend your day doing, it’s completely your choice.

When you go downstairs your dining room is covered in bunting and balloons, with the biggest one tied to the back of your chair. When you went to bed last night, none of this was there, so either they all got up stupidly early or did it last night.

Either way you’re squealing and smothering their faces in kisses telling them how grateful you are.

They take you out to the beach as your chosen activity for the day. Packing towels, some drinks and again, your favourite food. You spend the day lounging in the sun or screaming with laughter when you’re in the water and Jake throws you over his shoulder for the fifth time.

After your day out, Nat treats you to a new set of lingerie while she tells the others to meet you two back home. She reminds you that whatever you buy here today, you get to wear for them all tonight.

When you get home, you’re greeted by your lovers and all of your family and friends yelling, “surprise!” A whole surprise birthday bash has been thrown for you.

And you can’t forget the birthday sex. Hoo boy.

Once everyone has filtered out and the last people have left, they’re giving you an entire night of praise, love and attention all on you. That is before all of them go feral seeing you in your new set.

[tetsvhoe]

hi lovely, congrats on your milestone!! would I be able to join your event please?

can i request prompt 33 with tsukishima? ahh thank you so so much

"BITE YOUR LIP ONCE MORE, I DARE YOU"

character/s: tsukishima kei x gn reader

genre/s: suggestive

warning/s: none. minors dni.

gwen's notes 🤍: thank you! this was kind of a short one and not much dialogue but i hope you still like it. also this trio is so odd and chaotic i love it.

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tsukishima wasn't the jealous type– he swears, but something about the way you looked today, the way you talked to his teammates, and seemed to ignore him on top of that, he wasn't having it.

you were supposed to have a date night, so you dressed accordingly. you always loved dressing up for him, spending hours on your hair and outfits, misting yourself with perfume, putting on a pretty shade of gloss over your lips. watching him conjure up the courage to swallow his pride and give you a half-assed compliment with cheeks and ears burning bright red made it worth it every time.

however, practice had to run late and you had already missed your reservation. instead of wasting your preparations for the day, he asked if you wanted to come to a cafe his teammates picked instead.

he wished he never did.

it was your first time meeting koganegawa and kyotani that night, some of his rivals turned teammates from high school, but you had gotten along with both of them well.

it's not like you were flirting with either of them, your boyfriend knew that. but something about how he was supposed to have you all to himself tonight, but instead you're laughing at his teammate's dumb jokes, had him riled up. you looked so good doing that, too.

you, on the other hand, weren't stupid and noticed the way he was reacting. quite frankly you lived to tease him like this, so you had your fun.

"aren't you overdressed to meet a bunch of sweaty grown men who live for tossing balls around?" kyotani commented, motioning at your outfit.

"looks good though," koganegawa chimed, flashing a big grin and a thumbs up.

"oh this," you glanced down, then at your boyfriend, a sinister smirk on your lips.

tsukishima clenched his jaw subconsciously. were they checking you out? right in front of him? and you were getting your fill from it, was going through his head.

"kei and i were supposed to go on a date, but you know the rest. glad that this outfit didn't go to waste though wouldn't you agree, babe?" you bat your eyelashes at him, feigning innocence. his tight lipped smile made you bite back a smirk.

you kept leaning into him while talking to the other two boys, hand resting on his thigh. you kept sneaking suggestive glances and provocative smirks until he's had enough of your antics.

leaning down to your ear, he whispered, "bite your lip once more, i dare you." he pulled away, this time it was his turn to give you an innocent smile. he turned to talk to his teammates as if nothing happened, but he had you in cold sweat, shuffling in your chair, and adjusting your clothes and hair every two seconds.

for shits and giggles you decide to give one last teasing look while biting your lip, but he ended up dragging you out of the cafe with the excuse that you had an assignment to do.

[blueeyedheizer]

1.6k celebration - blurb event

rules

you can send up to two prompts

the list is kind of long because I will only use each prompts once. this is the main difference with my previous blurb events! first come first serve kinda :)

please do not mass request <3 and finally please please pleeeease bear with me and my slowness. i'm still struggling to write rn so like. uh. yeah. be patient 😭

characters:

-matt, matthew connellly

-michael gray, j cody

-seb jacobs, frank mccullen, four

-cassie howard, pippa

-eddie munson, chrissy cunningham (no smut)

(i'll be privileging requests for sydney and stranger things bc I wanna write more for them — but feel free to request for whoever you want from the list :))

prompts:

#1 "Just shut up! I'm not as fragile as you think I am, I don't need protecting!"

#2 "This is a one time thing”

#3 “bend over the desk”

#4 “I guess I’ll just get off all by myself then”

#5 "you shouldn’t be alone right now.  i’ll take the couch,  it’ll be fine."

#6 "well, i can think of some ways to wear you out. 

#7 "i didn’t have anywhere else to go.”

#8 "i'll never forget you."

#9 "Don't go [on that date/mission/business trip/ to *destination*...]." "Why?" "You know why."

#10 “i want to taste you”

#11 “my mom/dad adores you.”

#12 "babe, you can barely keep your eyes open...let's go."

#13 “touch me and you lose”

#14 “When we get home I’m cuffing you to the bed and going down on you all night until my jaw is sore.”

#15 "man, fuck that guy. go show her what she’s missing. “

#17 “tell me that there was some truth to it.” “...come on. i don’t want to do this.” “tell me it wasn’t all in my fucking head, [name].”

#18 “stop— stop talking!” “why? you can’t even face your own mistake?”

#19 "I don’t want you to be alone tonight and honestly, I don’t really want to be alone either.”

#20 "I'm really not in the mood." "You never are."

#21 "I love you."

#22 “y'know, i was hoping to make a sandwich but seeing as you're here already, wearing that, i'd rather have something else to eat.”

#23 "I'm sorry I couldn't make you happy." "don't ever say that...you made me so happy."

#24 "that’s the sixth time you’ve complimented me today.”

#25 "I'd hold onto something if I were you."

#26 "You don’t love me anymore, do you?”

#27 “I wonder what your girlfriend/boyfriend would do if they knew what you were doing right now.”

#28 “You're so beautiful.”

#29 "It’s really hard seeing you/him/her with him/her everyday.”

#30 “There will always be a part of you that wishes you could be with him/her."

#31 "she’s everything i ever wanted, but i don’t want to risk losing her as a friend."

#32 "look, i don't know if i’m the kind of person you need or even want right now. but i’m looking around and i’m the only one who’s here.

#33 "If I never see you again, just know that I love you so, so much.”

#34 "We've been by each other's sides for years, you think I'm gonna leave now?"

#35 "did you fake it?"

#36 "i heard what you said...no one's ever talked about me that way before.."

#37 "i asked if you were having a party. i didn’t tell you to have a party.

#38 "If you die, I’m going to kill you"

#39 "You’ve got thirty seconds to explain to me what you’re doing here."

#40 "It’s amazing how fast the world can go from bad to total shit storm.”

#41 "What do you got?” "Uh...A headache.”

#42 ”Are you alright?” “I will be.”

#43 ''you only call me when you want to hook-up.'' '' that was part of the agreement, wasn't it? ''

#44 "We're in public you know." “I really don’t care, you look hot and I’m trying not to fuck you senseless right now”

#45 “I could just pull your bikini bottoms to the side, no one will notice”

#46 Think anyone will notice if I start fingering you right now?”

#47 "you're an idiot" / "but i'm your idiot"

#48 "Look...I know we broke up, but you know that you aren't any less important to me now, right?"

#49 "Spread your legs."

#50 "You're perfect... everything about you is perfect"

#51 "One more word out of you and I’ll bend you over the table and fuck you in front of everyone”

#O you can also suggest a prompt from my previous prompt lists :)

[alberivh]

slow dancing with your lover + Royalty au with Diluc or Albedo as they ask your hand in marriage ✨

I decided to not make too much angst this time 🙄🤚

slow dancing hc’s

(royal au) diluc ragnvindr , albedo (seperate) x GN!reader

contains : pure fluff (trust me)

A/N : certified headcannons of prince diluc and albedo asking you to dance with them. ANYWAYS MIKA HOPE YOU LIKE THIS <33 i’ll hit you with angst sooner or after this headcannon have been uploaded or when i don’t have any writing block. thank you for requesting once again love! (Please check out @mika-zuko folks)

DILUC — midnight confession.

he is so nervous to ask you such a thing in the first place. He was scared if you don’t even acknowledge his presence, although he is a fucking prince of the Ragnvindr Clan. he doesn’t even want to approach this subject when you both meet each other at the corridor. He only greet you with a warm welcome of morning and soon enough you were already gone from his sight.

Even tonight, he just couldn’t bring himself to invite you to dance with him in the ballroom. He thinks your duty as a servant are more important, he also thinks his invitation would just bothered you. Just why must you be this busy? Aren’t you allowed to be happy in today’s event? , it’s his only thought which kept itself replaying on his mind. Declining it’s acceptance to offer you an invintation to dance with him, he feel so devastated.

“brother, if you don’t take them up..i’ll take them, so please pick a fast decision before the dance ends, you could be the most popular couple after this nights ends y’know?” Teasing his brother, kaeya managed to make diluc realized how much of a coward he is after refusing to accept all of his feelings for you. He was just too scared of you abandoning him.

So diluc decided to take his first step and approach you. He was wearing his fancy suits and you were just standing there, in the corner of the ballroom, serving the drunk-guest with your not-so-comfy attired. It took diluc’s attention, why do you wear these attired at the ballroom? Aren’t the servant supposed to have fun too? Although now is not the time to asked you this, he seems to be more nervous and it worries you more.

“Master diluc? What’s wrong? I—“

“Please dance with me (name)..i-i just don’t know why i’m asking you this but please dance with me!” , shaking and anxious while waiting for your answer, he found his cheeks start to deepened itself onto a flush red of blushes.

“a-are you sure? many guest would love to dance with you master diluc..so why’d you pick me instead of those noble’s out there..?” , you asked. It was seriously confusing, why must a prince asking his servant to dance with him. You loved him, yet the difference of each others role has always made your feelings for him messed up.

“i don’t know i-i just…you know what, please take my hand if you’re interested..i do—“

“Then i’ll gladly take it..thank you for inviting me, master diluc..” his eyes widened and he could feel a grief of happy chills surrounding his spine. Your precious smile gave him a reason to acknowledge his feelings again. He loved you, ever since you loved him. The light touch of your palm in his waist, makes him want to remember every each part of you till this night ends.

swiftly dancing in his arms, you both could only hear the sound of the melodies from the organ’s and violin. The audience attentions doesn’t distract you in a bit, the only thing that matters is the fact your were too-happy to love each other again. His light swifts and gentle embrace has made your smile widened in happy tears. Confession came out from each others mouth, the most expected one in fact.

“I love you diluc..” a gentle form of kisses touched your cheeks. A confession to be loved again by you.

ALBEDO — an offer to be treasured

this man doesn’t dance nor does he want to. He was forced to dance for the upcoming event he will attend, for the sake of his family well-figure and The ‘kreideprinz’ tradition they said. He thinks it was a total bullshit for him to dance with a stranger, so he decided to invited you to a dance event, his own servant, the servant who always have caught his interest and who-he-has might called as a friend.

He invited you by a letter. A letter of an invitation, it somehow intimidates you, why does your master suddenly write so well and so..poetic? Isn’t he always straightforward and honest, no?

“hey (name), you’re a quick learner aren’t you? So why won’t you just practice with me..? I mean we’re both going to be there together anyways..so win-win for us, no?” , an offer from him are quiet..rare. Knowing he was more of a straightforward person, offers are none to albedo. If you want to do anything with him, speak it. If you want to tell him to kept his mouth shut, then act it. After all, albedo doesn’t wanted to waste his time for offers, it hasn’t been fair since the first time he knew it.

so why did he give you a chance to brag his offer? did he gave you the same chance to love him again? Maybe yes maybe no, albedo is hard to read. Even smile from him could be crack into words of codes and impressions.

Although you accept it, both of you grown nervous in each steps. A servant and it’s prince, a not-so romantic sight you could ever see. One does the others filthy-errands and the other one rules over the people’s thoughts.

“you’re quite the fascinating one aren’t you..?” He didn’t just say a compliment did he? You asked yourself. How come a prince like him complimented you? Is he just trying to observe your face and emotions.

swiftly, he gave you the whole of his embrace. the-somewhat slow dancing part you’ve always had admired. but this time, it was you, the star of the practice. The touch of the prince albedo was so gentle and light, how could nobody realized it but you. The melodies of the musics supported your balance, it even make his eyes look impressed than ever before. An interesting one aren’t you? The echos of his words Repeated itselves on your mind. The tiny steps he made couldn’t even make yourself release your inner mind to gave up. Though, you still look beautiful as ever.

Albedo is a prince, you couldn’t fall in love with a royal-blood like him, would you? He was tainted by charming ladies and gentlemen, you were none to them. Yet the warm feelings he has always gathered you with, are one of the reason you think, he was a prince of fall and love. The prince who’ve hide his secrets behind the stone of his facades, he fell for you.

“you should definetely be the next star (name)..my family would like you as their performance instead of their servant. I had to say though, your eyes are very..interesting..” , kisses the palm of your hands, he gave you a look of love, a confession from his true nature. He gave you the royals official invitation letter, a gift for practicing with him and his nature.

“Needless i have to say..you’re quite the honoring one aren’t you master albedo?”

“Kind of..not to worth to mention either way. Though i prefer if you stay with me for sometimes now, i have my own reasons..so just, stay..alright?”

[deidearly]

YOUR STUFF IS SO GOOD!!!!!!! i can't say more, i'm in love and i read only the shikamaru one!! since you said you're taking requests, what about some relationship headcanons with hashirama? i'd love to read it <33

A/N: Thank you so much for this and I really, really am sorry for taking FOREVER to do the Hashirama headcanons. Hope you like it!

Hashirama Relationship Headcanons

Brace yourself for the most interesting, yet restless relationship if you’re with THE Hashirama Senju. There is so much you have to deal with but, hey, is there anyone you could ask for more?

So, he’s THE Hokage, alright. Every damn day he wakes up and there are countless works for him to do. He has to put on a serious persona in front of the people. But believe me, when he’s alone with you, it’s his only time to be his true self.

He’d come home tired, but when he saw you standing there just to greet him, his face would immediately light up as he jogged his way to throw himself into your embrace. He’d rest his head on the crook of your neck and pull you closer into his hug. It would feel so good until he whined, “Y/N, you wouldn’t believe what happened today!”

It’s safe to say that he’s like a giant baby.

He whines a lot when he’s with you. He never means to pour all of his burdens on you— it’s more like, he can be real with you and say what he wants to say.

So, yeah, he dominates the conversations A LOT. He has a lot of interesting stories to tell.

Also, when he’s with you he’s SO expressive! Would use hand gestures when talking, imitates one’s voice— it would be so funny to watch, tbh.

“And then I told Tobirama, ‘NO!’ and he was like, ‘Hmph!’ with a pout on his face— you do know what he looks like when he pouts, right, Y/N?!”

Since he talks a lot, it’s not a surprise that he accidentally spilled a thing or two about his brother and his best friend, Tobirama and Madara.

It would be so awkward. Because you never really had a chance to talk with either Tobirama or Madara that deep— yet you know some personal things about them. For example, Hashirama was so excited to tell you how Madara asked him to trim his hair to look more presentable.

One day you accompanied Hashirama for some kind of an official meeting and you met Madara along the way. You greeted Madara hesitantly and tried to sound friendly— you said, “Seems like my husband did a great job on trimming your hair!”

Madara was like, “Pardon?” as his cheeks grew red but he immediately shot Hashirama a deadly glare.

“I TOLD YOU NOT TO TELL ANYONE ABOUT THAT, HASHIRAMA.”

The same goes with Tobirama. Hashirama would occasionally invite him to your house to have dinner together and he’d SPILL almost every embarrassing detail about Tobirama when he was little.

“Don’t get fooled by Tobirama’s cool appearance, Y/N! Because, let me tell you, when he was little—“, “Brother. Enough about that story already…”

So I did mention him being your husband because I honestly can’t see him in a more casual relationship or just simply dating for a long time.

This man would want to WIFE YOU UP as soon as possible.

Would probably see each other for a few months and, boom, proposal.

You just finished your dinner when you got distracted by someone knocking on your door. Usually, you’d roll your eyes to a guest coming at this hour but you knew the person behind that door. It’s very usual for Hashirama to come and pick you up at night for a night stroll since it’s his only free time. When you opened the door, Hashirama was grinning, “You look gorgeous.” he admitted. Hashirama is always that sweet, throwing sincere compliments every chance he gets. But your guts told you something was a little bit different.

“You brushed your hair?” you gushed, but he whined instead. “Y/N? Do you think this is my first time having my hair brushed?”

The ‘date’ went pretty odd. Hashirama would let himself speak for hours, telling you stories about what he faced in the past or anything. But tonight he let you dominate the conversation, asking you about your day and let you ramble instead. Just when you reached the usual spot— a wooden bench with a lake as its view, Hashirama stopped you.

“Y/N, I’ve been waiting for this moment— to find the right person to spend the rest of my life with. Will you marry me?”

WOULD SPOIL YOU ROTTEN. Like, he can’t get enough of spoiling you— everything you want, you get. Just ask Hashirama or… you don’t have to! Hashirama is very observant when it comes to you so he’d immediately know that you have something in your mind.

He’s a fine gentleman. Although he may be busy with his duty as the Hokage, he would most definitely make a time for you, mostly at night.

He’d ask you to go for a walk at night when it’s less crowded and more private. There wouldn’t be any exact destination really— you two just walk around the village holding hands, or with his hand around your waist while having either a deep or light conversation.

He’s spontaneously romantic— it doesn’t take him long to come up with something sweet to say. So, it’s not a surprise that sometimes, what he says is just… plain cheesy. (It’s still adorable, though!)

One night when you’re walking around the village, Hashirama pointed at the dark sky, “Y/N, you shine brighter than those stars.”

“Hashirama, what stars? It’s cloudy.”

WENT INTO A FULL GLOOMY MODE

But seriously, though, he’s an overall sweet guy. Would say “Watch your step.” when you could see there was nothing in the way, or “Here, have some!” and give you his last piece of food— he cares for you deeply!

I realize that I did mention him being your husband because I don’t see Hashirama being involved in a dating phase for too long

There gotta be a moment where you said or did something that just really blew his mind away and he’s like,

“She’s the ONE.”

Hashirama would be the type to fall in love with someone’s personality. Your bravery, your kindness, your sincerity— are what Hashirama would find most lovely from you.

He respects your decision a lot. But he couldn’t help to tease you occasionally about wanting to have kids. “Don’t you think it’s wonderful to see little Hashirama or little Y/N running around the house?”

His other way of giving you a hint is by unusually showering you with kisses.

Things get intimate at night with Hashirama because it’s the only time he’s truly free. You were lying on your stomach with your eyes closed, ready to go to sleep when suddenly Hashirama hopped on top of you and started kissing the back of your neck— sending shivers down your spine. You rolled over to face him, “What are you doing?”. Instead of being flustered, a smirk began to curl on his face. “Maybe this will leads us to something else.”

He’s flashing an immense charm to make you agree.

Things could get heated if it wasn’t 2 AM.

HATES fighting with you. He sees you as his ‘most precious one’ so he’d try his ABSOLUTE best to keep you happy all the time.

LOVES getting good night kisses.

You occasionally tease him by not giving him any because it’s funny to see his disappointed look when he’s not getting his kisses.

PROTECTS YOU AT ALL COSTS.

Overall, Hashirama is indeed the best husband! <3

[silversatoru]

Hello! I wanted to request for a chubby reader x Levi oneshot. I feel like there aren’t many stories that have chubby readers ): As for the storyline, I’m not sure if it falls in the angst or hurt/comfort category. It would be the reader feeling insecure about themselves because they have a harder time training than the others (them blaming it on their own weight) and seeing how everyone is much thinner than them, they start avoiding food. To not make it look suspicious, they’d go into the kitchen alone and put the food away along with the left overs. The reader would act normal with Levi and he doesn’t suspect anything at first. Later on, the reader would push themselves harder to the point where they’d train on their own whenever they had to chance so they can lose weight and improve their training. At this point, Levi starts noticing the reader looking paler than usual and the slight difference in their weight. One day during training, the reader ends up fainting from exhaustion and dehydration. They wake up on Levis’s bed with him looking over them. He asks what happened and the reader lies by saying they didn’t drink enough water. Levi calls it bs and ask if they think he’s stupid and goes on to tell them about how they noticed the reader sneaking off into the kitchen with a plate and coming out without it. He didn’t think anything of it at first, but he started putting the pieces together. They end up telling Levi the truth, the way they feel towards themself and how they don’t like the fact that they’re bigger than Levi. He comforts the reader and lets them know that they’re an idiot for thinking that way, etc. Thank you! I’m so sorry if it sounds so cheesy!

hello dear!! i dont think your idea was cheesy at all, i love it actually. these kind of issues live very close to my heart, so writing about them is always really fun for me. that being said,, this fic definitely got very dark and very real, and i would advise everyone to read the warnings before deciding to read this <33

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levi ackerman x gn!reader

synopsis: levi catches you skipping meals and does what he can to help

tags/warnings: eating disorder, skipping meals, hurt/comfort, but it does have a happy ending! 

word count: 2.2k 

Throbbing headaches and hollow, gnawing pains in your stomach — they’ve quickly become your new normal. You see everything through a hazy fog these days, nothing feels real and everything hurts but it’s worth it — that’s what you keep saying to yourself. You’re tired of lacking the same agility, momentum, and grace that your thinner counterparts have. 

Your weight was always something that ate away at the back of your head, but joining the scout regiment multiplied it tenfold. You were constantly working twice as hard as your fellow scouts, and it seemed like it was never enough. Everyone around you was not only ridiculously athletic, but so fucking thin. You didn’t hate your comrades for their bodies and the way they were born, but you made up for it by inflicting all of the hate onto yourself.

You wonder if anyone notices your zombie eyes or the abnormal paleness to your face — god, you hope they don’t. The last thing you want to do is have to confront your feelings and admit what you’ve been doing lately. Every night you shamefully sneak back into the kitchen and pour your plate of food into the large pot of leftovers. You pick at food here and there when your friends are watching, but behind closed doors you haven’t eaten much of anything lately. Your body is running on empty, and it’s only a matter of time before it fully catches up to you. 

You hear your last name echo from across the training fields, slowly turning around to see an angry captain sulking towards you. His face was twisted into an unpleasant grimace, his eyebrows knitted together into what almost looked like concern. 

“I’m excusing you from the remainder of training, leave,” his words were flat, but there was a subtle emotional edge. 

“Sorry, what?” you gave him a confused look — Captain Levi never excused anyone from training, not unless they were practically on their deathbed. 

“Go home, and eat a big dinner tonight, your energy has been less than adequate lately,” his face softened slightly, “I expect you to be back to normal by tomorrow. Your skills and abilities are needed here, so go get some rest and be better tomorrow, yeah?”

“But, I-,” you stammered, trying to come up with some kind of valid excuse. 

“That’s an order, cadet”. 

His words surprised you, and before you could even rack your brain for an appropriate way to respond, he was turned on his heels and walking away. You swallowed thickly, your throat dry and stuffed full with anxiety. 

Reluctantly, you followed his orders and made your way back to the Scout’s base early. You grabbed a stack of fresh clothing from your room before heading to the showers and scrubbing yourself free of all the sweat and grime from training. You were careful to avoid mirrors when you navigated bathrooms, and tonight was no exception, your eyes glued to the tiled floor. After showering, you hesitantly walked to the kitchen, preparing a plate of food and bringing it back to your room.

That food stared you in the eyes for hours, taunting you and teasing you and making intense nausea creep up your spine.  Tears were stinging the backs of your eyes and your lungs were shaking with heavy, anxiety-filled breaths. You couldn't do it, and you were overwhelmed with shame and guilt. If you couldn’t do it for Levi, you were hopeless that you’d be able to do it for anyone, never mind for yourself. 

After making countless pitiful attempts to take a bite of your untouched meal, you decided it was going back into the leftover pot — just like everything else. The other scouts should have returned and been sleeping by now anyway, you’d just silently creep down the hallway, dump the food, and creep back, no harm no foul. 

Except for that a certain short, dark-haired captain was standing at the end of the hallway — you didn't notice him, but he certainly noticed you. A boiling anger rippled up inside him as he felt an overwhelming disappointment in your actions. He’d been suspecting this kind of behavior for a while now, but watching you tip-toe down the hall and into the kitchen with an uneaten plate of food confirmed all of his suspicions. 

You could barely crawl out of bed the next morning, your ribs aching and your head pounding with a dull pain. You grasped at your tall dresser, catching your balance as you dangerously swayed back and forth for a few seconds. After regaining consciousness and stability you carefully changed into your uniform, having to stop and take breaks every few seconds because you were running out of breath. Your body felt utterly devoid of any kind of energy, and you wondered — when was the last time I actually ate something? 

It was far enough back that you couldn’t quite remember, maybe a few days at this point, you really weren’t sure anymore. You’d have to suck it up for training though, because the last thing you wanted was to be confronted by the captain again. 

You chugged back a full glass of water before lacing up your boots and throwing on a convincing facade. People don’t seem to notice something is wrong as long as you're smiling, laughing, and going along with what they say — it’s easy enough to fly under the radar of your fellow scouts. 

Levi’s radar is a little sharper though, and he keeps a close eye on you from the second you walk up to the training grounds. He’s disappointed in your hand to hand combat — it’s sloppy, slow, predictable. Your hands look shaky too, and maybe it's the light playing tricks on him but it looks like the color is draining from your face. 

Things are feeling deplorable on your side — you can barely stand anymore, never mind throw punches or avoid the oncoming attacks. Your vision was starting to tunnel, foggy black surrounding your periphery as you began to lose feeling in your fingertips. You tried desperately to cling onto whatever semblance of consciousness you had left, but failed miserably, your body collapsing to the hard earth beneath you. 

The soft glow of warm candles illuminated the walls around you when you finally woke up from the earlier incident. This wasn’t your room, where the hell were you? You uncomfortably shifted to the side and flinched when you saw your captain sitting in a chair in front of you. His arms were crossed and one of his legs was propped on top of the other, an icey look in his eyes.

“What happened today?” His words were very short and his tone was flooded with irritation — he didn’t even give you a chance to take in your surroundings.

“Ah- I didn’t sleep well last night,” you lied, “And maybe I haven’t been drinking enough water or something”. 

“I’m offended that you think I would fall for such a pitiful lie,” He clicked his tongue off the roof of his mouth, “I saw you sneak into the kitchen last night, how long have you been doing that?” 

Your eyes grew wide with anxiety, your heart abruptly dropping to the floor — you made sure to go extra late last night, why the hell was he still up?

You stayed quiet for a moment, pondering over how honest you should be with Levi right now. The two of you had always been a little closer than he was with the other scouts, but unfortunately there was no room for things like love in this world. You also assumed that maybe he never reciprocated your feelings because of your weight — but that was just more toxic fuel to the fire blossoming in your head. 

“Pretty long,” you sighed, ultimately deciding to be fully honest with him, because knowing Levi, he’d continue to see right through your lies anyway. 

“I figured,” He grumbled, uncrossing his legs and leaning back into his chair, “Why?” 

“Everyone around me is thin, I stick out. And, I’m not as agile or flexible as the other scouts either. I just thought that maybe...,” you bit down hard on your bottom lip, rolling onto your back so you wouldn’t have to look at him, “I thought my weight bothered you too, and also that I’d be more useful to the scouts if I was skinnier”. 

“You think I’d like you better if you were dead?” Levi was leaning closer now, heat boiling in his eyes, “Because that’s where you’re headed right now. If you truly think you’ll be more helpful to the scouts when you’re six feet under, you’re delusional. And who the hell gave you the idea that your weight bothered me?”

His harsh words were cold slap in the face, your eyes burning and threatening to spill over with tears. You didn’t want to die, not really, you just didn’t want to hate yourself anymore. 

“No one! I don’t know, I just thought, maybe because I was bigger than you-,” You continued to stammer over your words, tears beginning to leak down your cheeks. 

“It doesn’t matter,” he waved you off, not wanting to push the issue further, “You’re wrong, and I’m hurt that you’d even think that. I’ve never once thought that you were anything other than the way you should be”.

“I’m sorry,” your voice was weak and shaky, but your heart was pounding against your chest at his words. 

“I’m not the person you should be apologizing to, that’s something you owe to yourself” he shook his head and stood up to retrieve two small bowls of food from a nearby table, “I brought you something to eat”.

You watched him intently, pondering over his words about apologizing to yourself.

“It’s only a bowl of soup, so you can start small, yeah?” He offered one of the bowls to you, which you hesitantly took into your hands as you sat up. 

He sat down again across from you again, leaning back and taking a sip of broth from his bowl. You were grateful that he was here, that he was eating with you — it made things a little easier. You grasped the spoon in your hands and scooped up some brothy vegetables before lifting them into your mouth. 

“Good, finish the bowl,” nodded at you, giving you a reassuring look and lifting his own bowl to his lips again. 

The two of you ate in silence until you were finished, and then he sat the bowls back on his nightstand before finding a seat next to you on his bed. 

“Stay here tonight,” he stared at you with his signature tired eyes, but there were hints of concern laced through them now, “We’ll have breakfast together in the morning”. 

“Okay,” you gave him a weak nod, trying desperately to bottle up your growing emotions, but they were becoming too much to bear. 

Small sobs began to rack through your body, your chest tightening and your stomach lurching with anxiety. You were experiencing so many feelings tonight — eating for the first time in days and being here with Levi, it was overwhelming to say the least. 

You could barely see the captain through your blurry vision, but you could feel his arms maneuver themselves around you and pull you against his chest. You stayed like that for a while, Levi’s arms delicately holding you in place while quiet sobs worked their way out of your lips. 

“You’ve dug yourself into a deep hole, I won’t lie to you,” you heard him let out a tired sigh, “And it’s gonna take time and effort for you to dig your way out, but you’ll get there. We’ll start by having breakfast and dinner together every night, how does that sound? Just you and me, no one else has to watch”. 

You nuzzled a tiny nod into his chest, your tears finally running dry. It was a terrifying thought, eating normal again, but you were starting to feel hopeful that you might actually be able to do it. 

And so the two of you met every morning and every evening for your scheduled meals, and day by day things began to get easier. You even found yourself staying over in Levi’s room after dinner and into the morning for breakfast sometimes. Spending so much time together was definitely pushing the two of you to address the feelings you’d been hiding for so long. 

But not everything was perfect, it would be irrational to think it would be. You still have bad nights, where eating is so hard you break down into tears, and where you want nothing more than to rid yourself of the food in your system. It’s a draining process, but Levi works hard to make sure you stay on track with your progress. 

It’s slow, but eventually your face starts to glow again, your skin gets smooth and soft, and the aching pains in your body start to fade. Your war with your body is far from over, but you’re doing what you can, and you’re healing yourself one day at a time.

thank u for reading this, and now i would like to give you a gentle reminder to do something nice for your body today. eating disorders and mental illnesses are huge mountains to climb over, but taking things one day at a time makes it a little easier. try and eat a meal today (even if it’s small), go to sleep early and get some rest, take a shower and rub lotion all over your legs so they feel nice against your blankets when you lay in bed. baby steps are better than no steps at all, so be patient with yourself. n go drink some water, ur body loves that shit

[bratzkoo]

[M] intro. i’m a young lady taking donations

Author: bratzkoo  | Credits to: @monvante​ for the banner Pairing: ceo! namjoon x sugar baby! reader  AU: sugar daddy! namjoon Genre: angst, fluff, smut (?) Rating: 18+ Word count: 1k Warnings/note: sex and mentions of sex, obviously. sugar daddying, namjoon in general, age gap (oc is 20, namjoon is 33), a lot of shopping, slut shaming, idiots to lovers (if u ask me), cinderella contract (?), oc is kinda a bitch, namjoon is whipped, and it’s my first time writing smut, so...pls be nice.

summary: the life of kim namjoon’s sugar baby requests are open | series masterlist | next chapter

Namjoon has a lot of hopes and dreams, but tonight, he hopes you can feel how much he misses you. How the five weeks of not seeing you during his business would suffice now that he has taken you in his bed, in his bed sofa, and now, he fucks you against the window, your legs wrap around him as he thrust into you.

Hope it's evident now even as your body grows tired from the back-to-back sex, even if you’re weakly holding onto him and whimpering his name.

"Shit, daddy," you moan out, your cunt swollen and sensitive from the over-stimulation from your past releases. "So good." 

Namjoon wants you to feel him everywhere, his mouth placing kisses on your neck, his fingers rubbing circles in your clit, and his dick inside of you so deep you could see stars.

You know your body is tired from taking him 3 times today but you still hug him closer, you want him closer as you cums. Your whole body shakes when you release and he comes after you. 

Namjoon hugs your tired form, your face buried in his shoulders as he gives small kisses on yours. He carries you towards the bed, sets you down gently on the mattress, laying you down properly. 

"Do you want to go, again?" you softly ask,  you spread your legs to let him sink deeper. 

"No, you're tired." He says, and he removes himself inside you, you groan at the feeling. 

"I can still take it, daddy." you try to urge him, but he shakes his head before standing up to clean you.

"You know, you really don't have to clean me yourself," you say, "I can do it myself."

Namjoon hums and looks at you in the eye, "I know. I want to do this."

You always say he doesn't have to but he always does. You close your eyes from tiredness, you’re very tired but you’re ready to spread your legs at any given moment if he ever changes his mind. 

Namjoon watches you, thinking you're too exhausted and will actually, for once- stay with him until morning. He gives you more kisses on your face, still desperate to make you feel he misses you so much.

But when he wakes up that morning, he wakes up with an empty bed again. Last night wasn't an exception, you always make sure you're not around the next day. 

Namjoon is desperate to know if you miss him too.

Two years have passed since you became Namjoon's sugar baby, it was a serendipitous meeting. He needs to relieve his stress without commitments that other girls his age wants and you’re a young lady taking donations. You met him when you were in your first year of university, barely scraping your money for dorm rent and food. Your parents give you an allowance while you struggle to find a part-time job that is okay with your class schedules.  You have always wanted all the good things in life. You’re too fond of the life of the rich people that the moment he offers you sponsorship in exchange for fornication, you don’t think twice to say yes. Your first fuck with Namjoon was rough and messy, he brought you to his apartment after you sign the contract with him in his office.   He fucks you from behind, his grip on your hips will sure to leave a bruise the following morning. When you lay beside him after he fucks your brains out, you stare at the ceiling wide-eyed, breathless, and in awe of the biggest dick and the most fantastic sex you have ever had-- given you don’t have much experience but you know an excellent dick game when you experienced one.  What you didn't expect was for him to clean you after, you told him he didn't need to and that's your job because you’re getting paid but he insisted. You left to go home after staying for a few minutes because you didn't want him to see you as a burden the following day. Since he's unmarried, the both of you didn't see the point of hiding your special relationship with each other. Everyone knows that you’re his woman, his 13 years younger woman who's in college so they pretty much figured out that you're his sugar baby with how much money and luxurious things he gives you (that one time someone caught you giving him head in his office in exchange for a sports car confirmed it.) You come home feeling like you were in a fight (in a way, you did) after a long day of fucking, you tiredly run your bath to clean yourself up. While you soak in your bathtub, you thought of how Namjoon’s acting differently tonight. Namjoon fucks you slow, filling you up inch by inch slowly and you had to beg him to fuck you harder. Then he wants to fuck you again, and again. He was the type to fuck you once and sleep, almost all the time rough, he was not one to fuck vanilla. In your thought, you arrive at the conclusion that maybe five weeks without sex has driven him to want it more and longer. You already told him that he can sleep with other women though, that if he wants to he can do so. Especially, when he doesn’t want to take you on his business trip because he’s either too busy or you’re too busy with university. He says that it’s ridiculous and dismisses the idea. You appreciate the loyalty and kindness even if Namjoon doesn’t have to, you got lucky you got someone who is actually nice. You reach out for your towel when you get off the tub and you get ready for bed. Namjoon almost never asks for you more than once a week, so you were sure that you’re free tomorrow. You grab your phone to check your messages and you sit on your bed while waiting for your hair to dry.  Namjoon [11:18 pm]: I’ll take you out shopping tomorrow You guess this week is an exception. Y/N [11:26 pm]: ok daddy