#I'M SO UNDESERVING but I'm so grateful you'd take the time out of your day to visit a page of mine - nevermind go through the trouble

[ofhope]

I dunno if it's been said before but you really do keep a tidy ship and what I mean by that is your muselist. It's SOO Clean, gorgeous, the colors are soo crisp and inviting that you appreciate and wanna write with every muse on there EVEN if you don't know who they are.

JAAAY you can't keep coming into my inbox and being nice, that's what your inbox is meant for! I've always found your graphics / pages to be incredibly inspiring; you so perfectly read characters and manage to put their backgrounds & stories in a concise and well-rounded way. Even with characters I know little about, like Yusuke, I feel like I've got a firm grasp on his character purely because of how you, personally, carry him -- both in character, and on his respective biography.

Thank you for being so sweet to me, you're always a huge part of the reason I come back to this site, alongside serving as an inspiration for me. You're always so bright, and I hope to channel that own brightness in my own way, and trail the same path you do - not only do you have a delightfully creative mind, you have a delightful mind in general. You embody warm characters with hearty appetites and endless kindness, with a kindness so pure it can cleanse even the most furious of villains.

Thank you so much for your words, please know I'll always hold them close to my heart. :'] <3

[astrum-aetherium]

henry with a pillow princess IM SORRY I KNOW IVE SUBMITTED A LOT BUT THERES ONE LEFT AFTER THIS

-8

no need to apologize, dear. remember: you're appealing to the masses, which, as i'm sure, they will be quite grateful for ;)

i mean, he's a giver at heart. it might sound strange considering his character composition and whatnot — indifference, stoicism, coolness — but i've already discussed why he very well may find himself on the relentless giver side of things and it makes perfect sense to me. he's an overachiever; he strives after greatness; he intends to excel at anything he does, and an intimate framework will definitely pose no exception. therefore, he would know just how to cater to a pillow princess. hell, he'd encourage you to be one — on a good day, that is.

let's take one of those exemplary good days and run with it. foreplay with henry, considering you're offered enough time to engage in it in the first place, would be excruciatingly long. at times annoyingly, he would feel the teasing need to explore each nook and crevice of your body with his tongue every time as though he was unfamiliar with it; only then would he proceed to your aching center, not without having profoundly palmed and grazed it as though by accident on numerous occasions prior. he will not detach his tongue from your quivering heat until you have come for him at least twice — thrice or more on a very good day — having stretched and prepped you open for him en passant as well, assisting with his long and skilled fingers.

with you already spent but nevertheless yearning, he'd ultimately arrive at the notion of actually, physically fucking you — and, each and every time anew, he would do so expertly and adeptly, in a way that would cause each one of your cells to threaten to burst from the heat and electricity he'd channel into you with each motion. due to already being so worn out and drunk on the remnants of your past orgasms, you'd naturally be reduced to a pillow princess in that case; even if he asked you to get on top — which he would only do if he felt devious enough — you'd slump back into him upon the very first leap, thereby proving your utter exhaustion, and he would therefore be forced to maneuver your body more than you'd ever be willing to yourself and thrust up into you from beneath. he would think better of it in most cases, instead ruining you in positions that would grant him more control and, most importantly, freedom of movement.

all things considered: a pillow princess dynamic would work perfectly with henry, as i largely see him as someone who would prefer pleasing over being pleased every single time. in fact, i don't even think he would enjoy sex as a whole if he was the only party being catered to during it. as i said, he would be a giver at heart, and he would never expect to receive anything in return. he would feel distaste toward frequent blowjobs or handjobs — sex, to him, would be wholly about pleasing his partner above all else. he would feel undeserving and in no need of the very same pleasure given to himself, though. on most days, he would reject you and push you off were you to try anything of the sort on him, and instead fling you over his knee and finger you or flip you on your back and eat you out — both until you'd cry.

the general consensus, therefore, is: henry would be utterly fond of a pillow princess. to all those who are intrigued by this, i say: get in line.

[sammysficfactory]

Fixer Upper

ex!postpt3!Jotaro x ex!blackcoded!reader

wc: ~2.1k words

summary: Five months after your abrupt breakup, Jotaro calls you to help put him back together again.

tags: exes to lovers, angst, hurt/comfort

warnings: cursing, mentions of blood and needles

notes: tumblr deleted my acc so i’m restarting with my girl fixer upper bc i cant find my nanami fic, jotaro is kind of a jerk, this is very self indulgent, i made a few tweaks

"You look good." Jotaro says, his eyes fixed on your hand stitching his arm. It's been five months since you woke up one day to find his side of the bed cold, empty, and unmade. Jotaro had broken up with you shortly after that over text. He said that the two of you just weren’t working anymore. Now, Jotaro is inwardly grateful for the hat covering his face, as it hid how unhappy he's truly been since he left.

“Thanks, you too.” You say curtly. The silence between the two of you was awkward and deafening. So many unsaid words hung in the air like fresh laundry. You promised yourself that you wouldn’t feel angry when you saw Jotaro again, but you couldn’t help it. Questions ran through your mind at a mile a minute. Why did he leave? What wasn’t working? Why didn’t he tell me in person? Too many questions in so little time, so you didn’t ask.

“How have you been? You know since…” you trail off, alluding to his abrupt departure.

"Fine," Jotaro grumbles. He looks down at his arm as you continue your work. He's so thankful to be in your presence again, to hear your voice, to know you aren't completely gone, like so many people he loved, but he can't let you know how much this is upsetting him. He couldn’t afford to be weak, weakness was unnecessary and time consuming. Weakness got you killed. Jotaro had to be strong, just like the people counting on him call for him to be. Even if it feels like his heart is crumbling right in front of him with every second that passes.

"You?"

You sigh.

“To be honest? It’s been tough, but I’ve been pushing through.” You shrug. Jotaro’s heart clenches at the thought of you struggling in any capacity, but it hurts more because he knows he was the cause of it.

"You've been pushing through," he mutters, taking a breath and closing his eyes.

"You're tough." God, Jotaro thought. I feel like such a dick for calling her over here. But he didn’t know who else would answer. There was no one else who would answer.

“This one might sting, hold on.” You look up at him before making another stitch. He winces.

You wince, you never liked seeing Jotaro in pain. Even now, it hurt your heart to see him flinch or wince in pain.

“Sorry about that.” You finish two more stitches before rising from a hunched over position and stretching your back.

“Stay here, I’m gonna get you a bandage.” You walk over to the first aid kit you brought to grab a bandage to cover his arm. You come back to where Jotaro is.

“Give me your arm.”

"I'm already holding it out," he snaps. His voice is cold, but it doesn't hide the tinge of hurt he feels underneath. He doesn't look up to meet your gaze, and you wonder if it's his pride or his guilt that keeps him from doing so. Either way, he holds his arm up to you, his hand steady now that his body has processed the pain.

You sigh, already tired of the undeserved attitude you received, but you understood him.

“Please, not today.” You mutter. You wrap his arm carefully.

“I’m all done. Do you need anything else?” You ask, a small part hoping he would need something, anything else. Seeing and touching him in such a long time made your heart feel full again, but you knew that when Jotaro decides on something, you would have to go through hell and high water to change his mind.

"Nope," Jotaro says. The arm is wrapped in gauze, the bloody needle thrown away. He sighs, and suddenly, that small part of him wants you to ask him about his day, what he'd had for breakfast, anything. If you wanted something more, you knew that you'd have to be the one to broach the subject. To broach the subject of whether or not he wanted another chance. As it is, he's holding the door open for you.

“How was your morning?” You ask, clearly not wanting to leave his presence just yet, but who could blame you?

Jotaro narrows his eyes as he considers this, the corners of his lips lifting minutely.

"Fine." He's not quite sure what to ask you in turn, and he can't stand the silence.

"Yours?"

“It could’ve been better.” ‘With you’, you wanted to add, but decided against it. You sigh, walking out of the door reluctantly, wishing he would say something about the two of you. Even now after everything, you’d still take him back. It sounded bad, but you felt as if the love you and Jotaro shared was a once-in-a-lifetime thing, and you never wanted to give it up.

He watches you leave, and it takes all of his willpower to not call you back into the room, to say he’s sorry, that he’s regretted every moment he woke up without you next to him, to admit that he would call for you in his sleep sometimes only to wake up only to be hit with the harsh reality of his choices. But that would be weak, and Jotaro had no time to seem weak. Weakness was time consuming and worthless. The look on your face tells him that he's hurt you in a way he can't undo, and he couldn't stomach the idea of bringing you anymore pain and unhappiness by getting you involved with him again. Jotaro watches you go, waiting until you're gone to let out a breath of exhaustion.

As you walk down the hall, a stream of tears fall down your face. What was the point of it all? Did he bring me over to hurt me all over again? Before you knew it, you were already angrily walking back to his door, knocking furiously.

“Open this fucking door!” You say, tears rushing down your face. Jotaro opens the door with a shocked and pained expression before quickly masking it with his usual cold and nonchalant mask.

Jotaro jumps, then freezes.

"U-" he begins, unsure of what to say. He takes two steps back from the door, knowing you're a force to be reckoned with, especially when you get upset.

"What do you want?" he asks. His voice is cold and neutral, hiding the way his heart is racing in his chest. On the inside, Jotaro thanks whatever higher power that his voice didn’t betray him.

You walk in, pressing a finger into his broad chest.

“Why’d you tell me to come here, hm? Five months, Jotaro. Five fucking months! Not a word from you. All I got was a text saying that ‘we weren’t working’. What wasn’t working? What was the problem? You just up and left! You left me! You left us!” A mix of anger, pain, hurt, confusion, and frustration paint your features.

“That’s not fair Jotaro, and you know it!”

"And this is? What the fuck did you want me to do?" He asks, a bit incredulously. It's hard not to be hurt by your anger, even though he knows you have every right to be upset. Jotaro crosses his arms over his chest, but doesn't retreat any further.

"It's not fair for me to put you through all the stuff I did. The nightmares, the anger, none of it. I did it for you. You shouldn’t have had to deal with that, Y/N."

“But I was willing! I loved you- no scratch that, I love you despite all that! I thought we could’ve helped you together.” Your voice breaks.

“You don’t think I would’ve left if I couldn’t handle it? Was it me? What was it that made you leave?”

A part of him wants, no, craves to open his arms to you, take you in, apologize, and tell you that you'll make it through this together. But the greater part of him wants to keep you safe and unhurt. You deserve the world, but how can something so hurt and damaged give someone like you their love?

"It's not you, Y/N," he says, his voice quiet.

"It's all me. I didn't think I was worthy to have your love. I still don't." he says guiltily, almost as if he was a child who was caught messing with something he shouldn’t have.

“You don’t get to decide that! I do. I decide who to give my love to, Jotaro. I’m the one who deems people worthy of loving. And I deemed you worthy a long time ago.” You sniff, not as angry but still a bit hurt. You felt for Jotaro, his time in Egypt had taken a toll on him. But you couldn’t excuse his behavior.

He looks at you, your kind eyes, your understanding heart. And he sees himself as a broken monster, filled with rage and malice and despair, and he wonders how someone can love a beast like that. If he took you back, all his wounds would inevitably bleed onto you.

“Y/N,” he says softly, like you were something fragile he was terrified of breaking,

“You can do better than me. Why would you choose… this?” You grasp at his chest and shake him back and forth.

“Don’t you get it? I don’t want better. I want you! I want you, Jotaro.” A small, wistful, hopeful laugh escapes his lips.

“Why? Why would you settle for something like me? There are so many people who could love you better than I can.” He doesn't understand why you would want him, but by god, it feels like maybe there's a chance. A chance to try again, to start anew.

“Because I don’t know how to love anyone the way I love you. It’s always been you. I don’t want to have my pick of anyone else, I want you. In all your brokenness.” You move your hands from his shoulders and cup his face. “I love you, Jotaro. I couldn’t think to love someone else.”

He stares back at you, his lips parted. His heart is pounding in his chest, and every instinct in him is telling him to kiss you, right there, so you could see just how sorry he truly was. He doesn't do it, but his fingertips rise to touch your cheek, his thumb caressing the side of your tear stained face lightly.

"Y/N," he whispers, and the way he says your name tells you everything you need to know.

You pull Jotaro into a long embrace, kissing his temple.

“I don’t want anyone else. Just you. Just Jotaro.” You say quietly, but loud enough for him to hear me.

"Just me?" he asks. Tears prick his eyes at the thought. You would really put yourself through the ups and downs of dating a man like him? Even if your feelings for him are true, there are many times when he's cold and distant, other times when he's kind and loving. It was all worth it for you? He didn’t want to believe it, because that would leave Jotaro with one conclusion. He was worthy of love, and life.

You nod.

“Just you, forever.” You were willing to go to hell and back for him, and he knew it.

"Forever?" he asks softly. His hands cup your face, and he lowers a delicate but loving kiss on your lips before he can convince himself to stop.

"You'd really accept that deal?"

Your heart feels complete once again during the kiss, though Jotaro was a man of few words, but you understood everything he said through the kiss. You nod your head.

“A million times if you asked me to.”

"I don't know what I did to deserve a woman like you," he says, leaning his forehead against yours.

"But I'll take it."

A small laugh bubbles up your chest and comes out of your mouth.

“I love you, Jotaro.”

"I love you too," he says back. A million times over. He thinks he might cry from relief, but he doubts it.

You wipe the remnants of your tears from your face.

“I wish you would’ve told me this was how you were feeling, but I understand why you didn’t. Egypt and Dio have made you tough and closed off, but there’s still a softness in you. That’s what makes you human. I don’t want you to feel like you have to be Jotaro with me, I want you to be Jojo.” You say.

"I can do that," he says, a small and tentative smile gracing his face. He is Jojo, not Jotaro, and he's going to make sure you have no doubt of that.

"But you know what happened to me," Jotaro adds,

"I’m broken in a lot of ways. Are you okay with that?"

A soft and fond smile grows. You nod.

“I understand that, and I’m ready to love you despite all of it. I knew what I signed up for the first time I told you that I loved you.”

Jotaro blinks back tears.

"You were so easy to love," he says softly, "I still can't believe you'd put yourself through my hurt and anger and darkness because you love me."

You raise your pinky finger to him.

“We’ll get through it together, just like we always do.” You say with a soft smile.

He links his pinky, eyes shining with love. "Together."

[dotster001]

"You carry me on." ❤️😭 with Deuce

(so...uh....it struck me that I don't write a lot of angst so I hope I did this right also, we reached 600. Geeze you guys, gonna make me cry 😭)

CW:Injury, angst (at least for me I don't want to hurt my baby)

12. You carry me on.

You'd told Deuce once before that you thought he was too sweet to have ever been a delinquent, and even though you totally believed him, you had a hard time picturing his delinquent days being anything other than he might have stolen a cigarette one time, and still felt guilty about it. He didn't feel the need to correct you. If that's how you saw him, it meant he had truly grown.

;readmore;

Now he wished he had told you the truth. That he had been in with some very dangerous people. That him leaving the group had made enemies. That  he always had to be worried that his past would catch up to him. 

But he'd grown complacent. He'd worked hard to become an honors student and a powerful mage. He'd made friends and started dating the love of his life. He'd gotten his life together and made his mom proud. He was happy.

Then he got the call from a very frantic Ace. And now he was sitting in the hospital wing, waiting for the nurse to let him see you. He was furious, he'd punched a hole in his wall already. But now he had to comfort Ace, Grim, and Epel, who were all panicking, despite Jack and Sebek assuring them things would be okay.

The nurse eventually came out and said you were alright, you just had a concussion and some scratches. He'd never been more grateful to how territorial NRC students are, or who knows how long it would've taken for someone to save you.

When the nurse gave him the go ahead, he pushed past everyone to be by your side, grabbing your hand and squeezing it tightly.

"I'm not dead Deucey," you laughed tiredly.

"No, but you could have been," he was crying now, but he couldn't bring himself to care. "I don't want to know what the world is like without you, Y/N. You carry me on."

You shouldn't have had to have been the one comforting him, but you were hushing him calmly, eventually just grabbing his head and pressing it to your chest, allowing him to bury himself  against you, and just cry.

You ran your nails through his hair and hushed him until he had calmed down. Once he was aware again, he realized none of the people he had waited with were in the hospital wing, and they must have left so that you could both have some privacy. He would have to thank them later.

He turned his head so he could face you, your radiant smile gracing his undeserving visage. 

"I'm sorry this happened. And I'm sorry I couldn't protect you," he whispered. "I understand if you don't want to be with me anymore."

For the first time, you looked distressed. You pulled his arm so that he was closer to your face.

"Don't say that. You're the man I love, and there's no one else I could want."

He was unconvinced. "But they hurt you to get to me. If you still want me, how can I possibly make it up to you?" 

"Kiss me, that's how," you looked at him with sad eyes. 

He'd comply. He'd kiss you until you forgot why you were here. He'd hold you until the pain was gone, and sing you songs until you were lulled to a peaceful sleep. 

But he would take precautions. This was never going to happen again. He made a silent vow that he would never let his past hurt you ever again.

[june-again]

𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤 02 — puzzle piece.

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫. kuroo. yes, ik that's not who you requested. im a piece of shit, aren't i 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭. comfort, 1k. slightly implied soulmate!au. 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭. by @sun-setter (thank you!!).

✧･ﾟ: *➝ you’re my missing puzzle piece,

There had probably been nothing special at all about today, and certainly nothing out of the ordinary in your kiss goodnight. Both of your days had been fairly dull, although mutually noted to be better when with each other. The light went out, and Kuroo glued his eyes to the dimmed ceiling. He was a little cold, and pulled the duvet up so that it reached his shoulders. You seemed to notice this, and pushed yourself closer to him, wrapping one arm over his waist.

“Love you,” you whispered drowsily. Was being his soulmate why you could read his mind? But no, he thought, if you could read his mind, you would probably develop a fear of him. His thoughts were so obsessed with you that he knew he wouldn’t be sleeping any time soon.

✧･ﾟ: *➝ finally, I solved it,

There was probably nothing special about this moment, but to Kuroo, it was so, so valuable. He didn't get as many chances as he wanted to fall asleep with you. Other parts of his life stole that time and he couldn't get it back. He treasured every second with you — so dearly it stung his chest. He thought back to a few weeks ago, when he'd been kissing you and whispering all sorts of random thoughts, personal things, ideas and dreams. The sort of thing that, if he'd told it to anyone else, would be judged and sidelined. But you did no such thing. You dreamed with him. As if you really, truly understood some element of him that no one else could or ever would.

Another image — when he met you someplace for lunch. The way you'd laughed at one of his comments that day, and the way he’d had to take a second glance at you. And this morning, when you'd texted him. And last year, that face you’d made when he bought the two of you those matching bracelets. And the way you, imprinted with the patience of the stars, had told him, believing himself undeserving of someone like you, so many times, that wholehearted love was the only love he deserved.

And the sound of you breathing in the darkness.

Right here, right now.

You.

✧･ﾟ: *➝ you filled every piece of my heart,

Before he knew it, Kuroo was crying. Not silent tears, as per his usual, but sharp, shuddering sobs. He took your half-limp hand in his and brought it to his lips, kissing it over and over.

“Tetsu?” you mumbled. “Baby, are you okay? I'm right here.”

He turned so that he was facing you. His chest was still heaving and you could hear his shallow breaths as he attempted to regain control of his composure — to no avail. He caged you in his arms, pressing slow and hot kisses to your jaw and neck.

“Yes, you're — you're here, and I —” A kiss to your shoulder, and a desperate gasp. “I love you. I love you so much. I'm sorry. I love you.” He continued to ramble, sounding hurried as if he was worried he wouldn't be able to say it enough times to make up for something.

“It's okay, Tetsuro, love,” you said. You weren't sure what was upsetting him, but you wanted him to know it would all work out. Because it would.

To Kuroo, you were all that mattered. He was so grateful for you, for every second you'd spent with him. He couldn't understand how you could still choose to love him after seeing all the ugly sides of him, all the things that managed to break his composure. His chest was still tight, and he ran his hand in the back of your hair, gently pushing your lips into his as he kissed you over and over. You were like a piece of him. Something he'd been missing all his life, and now that he had you he didn't know what to do with you because was just so in love.

✧･ﾟ: *➝ even the scarred part of it to the fullest,

“I love you,” he said for what must have been the hundred and eleventh time. “There is no question whether you are all I could want. Having a soulmate like you is more than I deserve but I—”

You chuckled. “No, baby, it’s the other way around.”

Kuroo’s narrow eyes searched desperately for yours in the darkness, in vain.

“I mean it,” you said. “You’re perfect, baby. I don’t care what you’ve been told or what you’ve made yourself believe. I’m grateful your heart beats every day, Tetsuro.”

It filled him — consumed him with the desire to return all of it back to you tenfold. “I don’t know if it’s possible to love you more,” he whispered. “You’ve turned me into such a mushy guy.”

✧･ﾟ: *➝ and somehow, you’ve become my everything,

“You’ve always been a mushy guy, love,” you said, audibly smiling.

“Yeah? I don’t think so.”

“It’s always been in there somewhere,” you told him, pressing a few fingers to his broad chest. “Waiting for the right time. Oh, don’t go pretending you’ve always been a tough guy, you little shit.”

He sighed, clasping your hand in his. “Well. You too, then.”

“Me too, what?” you said.

“I love you,” he said.

“I love you too,” you responded.

“That’s redundant.”

“You’re redundant.”

Kuroo laughed and pulled you into his chest. You were so warm. Alive. “Au contraire. You don’t make me feel redundant,” he mumbled. “You make me feel like the luckiest and most important guy in the world.”

“Likewise,” you muttered, fingering the fabric of his shirt. Your hands relaxed, and soon you did too.

✧･ﾟ: *➝ my missing puzzle piece.

note. thank you for everything