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aanoia · 1 year

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Make You Feel My Love

James Potter x reader words; 938 song; Make You Feel My Love by Adele (Bob Dylan) (19 as fics) warnings; family problems (nothing new, lets be fr), mentions of self harm scars wowza. lemme tell yall, my head is pounding so hard I feel like I'm being run over by a train a thousand times over and country music is being blasted in my ears (im jk, i love country music sometimes) im working on requests guys i PROMISE please believe me anywho, if you wanna send in more requests I highly encourage it. I get so giddy when i get new ones :) HAVE FUN YALL OH HERES THE TEA TOO i'm a ghosty girly rn and SAM AND COLBY are so nice to my brain rn. and my eyes. and bc i get ahead of myself all the time, should i write for them? maybe, maybe not.

When the rain is blowing in your face

And the whole world is on your case

“L/n!” Sirius called out and Y/n sighed.

“What now?” She muttered to herself, already having a bad day.

“I wanted to ask why you’ve been so quiet lately, quite annoying to not have my argue buddy argue with me.” He teased and Y/n silently swore as tears filled her eyes. She doesn’t usually cry at this kind of stuff, on a normal day she’d reply back with something witty and clever, but today was not her day. Having received a letter where she was scolded by her parents, and almost receiving detention for getting frustrated in potions, it wasn’t going well.

I could offer you a warm embrace

To make you feel my love

“Shut it, Pads.” James said and stood in front of him, pulling the girl into a warm hug. “You’re alright, love, I know todays been hard. Sirius is a dimwit, s’all.”

“How rude.” Sirius pouted.

When the evening shadows and the stars appear

And there is no one there to dry your tears

James quickly climbed up the steps to the Astronomy tower, being as quiet as possible to avoid the groundskeeper finding him. He pushed open the door and sighed in relief, only to have his smile drop as he found a figure hunched over, body shaking as they were too engrossed in their tears to hear the door open.

I could hold you for a million years

To make you feel my love

As James got closer to the figure, a light gasp left his lips as he recognized them as the girl he loved.

“Oh, Y/n.” he said gently and pulled her into his arms, silently rubbing circles into her back as she sobbed more.

I know you haven't made your mind up yet

But I will never do you wrong

“Just take your time, sweetheart. I’ll wait for you.” James said, winking at Y/n as she rolled her eyes and set her book down.

“James, you really don’t have to. You should find someone who’s ready to be in a relation-” She was cut off by James’ finger on her lip, successfully shushing her.

“Nonsense. I’ll wait until you’re ready.”

I've known it from the moment that we met

No doubt in my mind where you belong

“I’m gonna marry her one day.” James said lovingly, his hand supporting his head as he stared at Y/n in potions.

Sirius looked at him amused, “Oh, really?”

“Mhm.” He hummed.

“You mean the girl who won’t even go out with you?”

Remus hit Sirius’ arm, “Shut up, Sirius. I think it’s cute.”

Remus smirked at his boyfriend and booped his nose, “I think you’re cute.”

I'd go hungry, I'd go black and blue

I'd go crawling down the avenue

“James, what the hell happened?” Y/n asked worriedly as she ran into the infirmary.

James smiled and winced as his split lip stung, “I got in a fight.” He said with a shrug.

“You idiot.” Y/n breathed and Sirius laughed.

No, there's nothing that I wouldn't do

To make you feel my love

“He was heroic. They were talking crap about you-”

“Pads!” James exclaimed.

Sirius’ eyes widened, “Oh, I wasn’t supposed to say that.”

Y/n rolled her eyes, “You want me to kiss you booboo?” She asked in a baby voice and James’ eyes widened. Even she was surprised that those words just spilled from her mouth. Nevertheless James nodded enthusiastically, and Y/n pressed a soft kiss to his lips.

He smiled dremaily as she pulled away, “It still hurts, I think you need to do it again.”

The storms are raging on the rolling sea

And on the highway of regret

The winds of change are blowing wild and free

You ain't seen nothing like me yet

“You can go now. It’s okay, I understand.” Y/n said gently, her eyes puffy as James quietly observed the self harm scars on her thigh.

James looked up quizzically, “And why would I do such a thing?” He asked.

Y/n shrugged, “I don’t know. They aren’t pretty. Rather disgusting.” She mumbled and James shook his head, pressing a soft kiss to her thigh.

“I don’t think so. I think they’re a part of you, so although the circumstances aren’t perfect, they must be. Because you are in my eyes, perfect. For me. You’re perfect for me.”

I could make you happy, make your dreams come true

Nothing that I wouldn't do

Go to the ends of the Earth for you

“Alrighty, so, we can use floo powder because that would be easiest, considering I absolutely hate apparating. And then after, we’ll check into our hotel, have some great ‘just-got-to-greece-for-a-sexy-honeymoon-because-we-just-got-married-woo-hoo’ sex, and then go for din- what are you looking at?” James asked, cutting himself off as Y/n stared at him lovingly.

She shrugged, “You, duh.”

James' face turned red as he cleared his throat and continued talking about the entire plan he made for the vacation, although the both of them knew his plans would be replaced with loads of honeymoon love making (wink wink).

To make you feel my love

Y/n smiled softly as she snuggled into her husband's side, fatigue taking over after their big day. James gently rubbed circles on her skin, thanking God for how lucky he was to have such a magnificent woman as his wife.

“I love you.” He whispered, softly kissing the top of her head.

“I love you, more.”

“Nah.”

To make you feel my love

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#aanoia #romance #marauders era #remus lupin #the marauders #james & peter & remus & sirius #sirius black #james potter x reader #harry potter #marauders map #hp marauders #marauders #james potter

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urlocalfaggot · 2 years

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this one was requested but my dumbass accidentally deleted it so im so sorry but now that ik why my shit wasn't posting i can post now 😭. this one was a bakugou x male reader angst and i took a lot of time on it so it has over 4000 words so imma split in into a lot of parts- anyway lets go!

Fandom: My hero academia

Character: Bakugou Katsuki

angst to fluff

Am I Not Good Enough?

(M/n) was in his dorm, the lights off, the curtains closed keeping the shine of the sun away, and him under a pile of blankets. Him and Bakugou have been in a relationship since their second year of middle school. They have been through a lot together. But some things changed a bit once they made it into UA. Bakugou started hanging out with Kirishima, and the rest of the Bakusquad more. Whenever (M/n) would ask him if he wanted to hang out or go on a date or just have a cuddle session in one of their dorms, Bakugou would always shut him down by saying he was going to hang out with Kirishima or the Bakusquad. He always said he would make up for it but at the end of the day, he never did. Today was another one of those days where (M/n) goes to his room and looks at the ceiling, lost in his thoughts, letting them consume him. ‘Maybe he is losing feelings for me..?’ (M/n) thought as tears started to prick the sides of his eyes. ‘No. don't think like that (M/n).. he loves you.. Right..?’ (M/n) let out the tears that were dangerously close to falling out. He started sobbing and now that he did, he couldn't stop. He let all the tears and emotions he was bottling up out. On the other hand, with Bakugou. He was hanging out at the arcade with Kirishima and the others. They were playing random arcade games when Mina and Sero got hungry so they decided to go to the fast food place next to the arcade then go back once everyone ate. While they were ordering food Kaminari was talking about the time he got his head stuck in a pot and (M/n) helped him out. On the topic of the (h/c) haired boy, Mina asked Bakugou a question. “Hey Bakubae, how is (M/n)? I haven't seen you guys hang out much.” Bakugou looked at her with an irritated look. “Hah?! How am I supposed to know how he is?” “Um.. well you are his boyfriend. Don't you spend time with him?” Sero asked with a questioning tone while drinking the Sprite he got. “Of course I spend time with him tape arms!” Bakugou yelled at Sero, throwing his spoon at him. “Oh really? Then why have you been blowing him off for us? You may not see it but we, or I, sure do. He always asks you to hang out and you blow him off like he’s nothing. Just wait Bakugou, he's going to stop trying to spend time with you and you're going to wonder why but the reason is your own actions.” Jiro said while glaring at Bakugou. “Pf yea ok headphones. (M/n) can't go a day without being with me. That will never happen.” Bakugou said, looking her dead in the eyes. “Just wait. We all know (M/n). When he doesn't feel good enough, he shuts off. And he cuts people off. Because he doesn't want to bother them. So fix the problem before it gets to that point.” Jiro said, getting mad and squeezing her cup. Bakugou looked down, knowing that what she said about (M/n) shutting off is true. But he doesn't think that that will happen. ‘I haven't been avoiding him. Right?’ he thought to himself. After that they went back to the arcade but Bakugou couldn't focus on any of the games now. Kaminari won against him in three games and he didn't even care. He was to focus thinking about (M/n). They got prizes with the points they got playing the games. Denki got a cute pikachu keychain. Kirishima got a choker with spikes on it. Mina got some cotton candy because she was still hungry. Sero got some cool headphones. Jiro got new eyeliner because they had that for some reason. Bakugou decided to get a plush for (M/n). The sun starts to set while they head back to the dorms. They walked into the common room to see the Dekusquad watching a movie. “Hey guys! What are you watching ?” Kirishima greeted. “Oh, we're watching (f/m). We asked (M/n) if he wanted to hang out but he didn't answer.” Uraraka answered,. Jiro gave a side look to Bakugou. He rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. Bakugou was deciding whether to go to (M/n)'s room right now or talk to him in the morning. He decided morning was the better option. So he went up to his room to get ready for bed.

i fuckin hate word limits. like why cant i just write long ass storiesm short stories tick me off but whatever. anyway im really proud of this so i will be making it into more parts and lucky me they are already done so thats one less thing i gotta fuss over. anyway hope yall like it!

#katsuki bakugō #my hero academia x male reader #male reader #x male reader #bakugou x male reader #katsuki #bakugou #katsuki bakugou x male reader #Boku no hero academia #angst #angst to fluff #fluff #this shit made me cry

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mentallyshattered · 11 months

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This is part 6 of the "What if Yuu didn't want to go back?" Series!

(I, the author of this work, do not consent to this work being crossposted/translated without my knowledge or used to train an AI, ever.)

Masterlist

"Hey, Yuu! Hey, Grim! How's your day?"

"Hey, Korrak! Hey, Mandible! Guess what happened in first period?"

"Ooh," Mandible chirps, "did someone flirt with the teacher?"

"Myeehh... Nope. Some kid showed up late, and asked another kid what he had up his ass when the other kid told him to try and be on time!"

Epel, Korrak, Mandible, and Rook all burst out laughing, along with several other kids who heard Grim telling the Tale of Trappola.

"Firs' period 'n our class, sum' kid wen' on ahead an' tried t' flirt wit' Crewel! Didn't go well fer 'im, no s'prise there."

Vil is still trying to hold in his laughter. "Who exactly thought it was a bright idea to show up late for first period?"

"The claustrophobe from the entrance ceremony. I told the teacher, mya-ha! He asked the question to a new friend of ours."

I nod. "Yeah, there's a Heartslabyul right in front of us who's really nice. Then there's Trappola..."

"The gall o' some folk, eh? Hey, I dun' think we've really met- name's Epel! Nice t' mee'cha!"

"Nice to meet'cha too, Epel! I'm Yuu- Y-u-u, not y-o-u- and this is my familiar, Grim!"

Epel and I shake hands. Epel then shakes hands (paws?) with Grim unasked, so I like him more than I did listening to him, Korrak, and Mandible becoming friends this morning.

"It's nice to see you all getting along so well. Remember to keep a balanced diet, alright? In other words, that is entirely too much watermelon. Take some of the fish."

"We did, Vil."

"Where is it?"

I point to Grim. Vil chuckles.

"Well, just make sure he switches shoulders every once in a while. Otherwise, it'll ruin your posture. Same with you, Korrak. Mandible needs to sit on your left shoulder as often as he stays on your right."

Korrak nods. "Yes, sir."

"Ah, such young innocence, pushing through the teenage years! If only lunch lasted longer... Alas, there are many things I cannot change. Nonetheless, Beuté!"

"Hey, Rook is right! We have ten minutes to get to our next class!"

"Mandible is right. Come on, Epel!"

With that, Epel, Mandible, and Korrak all rush off to finish their food and get to their next class. Grim and I share a look before running after them, eating watermelon all the way.

"Bye, Deuce! We'll see you tomorrow!"

"Bye, Yuu! Bye, Grim! I'll see you in History!"

I sigh. "That wasn't so bad, was it, Grim? For a first day of school, I'd say that was awesome!"

"I have to agree! Can't wait to go to dinner and bed..."

I laugh. Grim is sitting on my other shoulder- per Vil's advice- and is flat-out pooped. He appears satisfied, though. I imagine I look similar. Oh, well. Nothing to do now but eat, the bedtime routine we're going to be doing all the time now that we're in Pomefiore, and a good night's rest. Maybe a meet-up with Korrak and Mandible- after all, you don't have to be Heartslabyul to spill tea.

Dinner is mostly silent. Everyone is too hungry to talk and too tired to stay at the table once they're done- such a thing would delay bedtime! Most of the chatter occurs on the way to and in the Backstage Room, as we freshies have started calling it.

"So, what happened to the flirt?"

"Ah, he had t' wash all th' mirrors 'n the school- 'cept the magic one, course. All wit' Vargas watchin'! 'Heard 'e kept on givin' 'im terrible dating advice th' whole time! Musta been a sight t' behold, I tell ya. What o' Trappola?"

"He had to wash every seat in the classroom after school. So, 40 chairs. By hand. Alone. To a shine. Those chairs are going to be cleaner tomorrow than they were today!" I glance left. "Korrak, wake up."

"Eh?" He really needs sleep. He got here first, though, so I imagine he'll be first to bed.

"You're done with the routine, Korrak. C'mon, let's get to bed." Korrak complies with his familiar's suggestion and carries himself out of the room, 'possum in his arms. I stop brushing Grim and flip him over.

"Purrrrrrrr, this is awesome. Rrrrrrrrrrr..."

Grim continues his happy rumbles as Epel stands and yawns. "See ya' t'morrow, pal." With that and a pat on the shoulder, he's gone, as are most the people in the room.

"Murrr, that's it?"

Grim keeps purring as I pick him up, stroke his stomach, and carry him to our dorm room. Korrak has done us the favor of forgetting to lock the door, so I do that myself before I put a sleeping Grim in his cat bed and a tired myself into my changing room of a closet to put on my pajamas.

"I wish I had magic..." The words are quiet, nearly silent on my lips, but oh-so-true. These people- these mages- can do so much with so little, and I just can't.

The glass of water is still on the nightstand when I lie down in bed. Now or never, I suppose.

Despite my efforts, all I get are ripples across the surface from the students still walking in the hallway. I sigh. No magic for me.

"Come on, Yuu. You're in Pomefiore, the dorm of tenacity! You can do it. Just go to sleep and stop worrying, just for the night."

I smile, softly. "Come on, Grim," I start, "we both know that mirror sorted you." My voice is somber. Why wouldn't it be? I'm too tired to pretend I'm Perfectly Fine with being the only one in a mage school with no magic. Still, Grim is right- I should just go to sleep.

Tonight, I dream of miracles.

#disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst vil #twst grim #m!yuu #twst oc #twst epel #twst deuce #twst disney #twst rook #twst yuu #twst ace #twst #what if yuu didn't want to go back

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rachi-roo · 2 years

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Your writing is so cute 💕 How about a fic with Ler Kurogiri and Lee Shigaraki ❤️ like Tomura is pouting about something and just being an overall brat and Kurogiri steps in and puts him in his place. This fandom is so starved for wholesome Shiggy content it’s insane.

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My Hero Academia: Sulk no More.

ANON IM SO SORRY!!! This one got buried so fast I missed it 😭 I'm not very confident with writing Tomura yet, but I felt I had to try after missing your ask! I hope this is somewhat what you were after!

Summary: Tomura hasn't left his room all day, so it's up to father-like Kurogiri to sort the grump out!

Tw: None

Lee!Tomura, Ler!Kurogiri

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"Has anyone seen Shigaraki today? He never showed up for lunch." The resident father figure of the League of Villains, Kurogiri, asked as he peered into the lounge where the rest of the gang were relaxing together.

Spinner looked over his shoulder at the smoggy man, shaking his head. "I went to check on him earlier, but he just told me to go away. Figured it might just be one of those days for him so I let him be."

Kurogiri sighed. These days were becoming far too frequent. It was bad for Tomura's health to spend so much time moping in the dark. "Right. Thank you, Spinner." With that, Kurogiri headed to the dry boys room, knocking on the door a few times.

"Go away..." A husk voice answered. He wasn't even going to find out who it was knocking.

"Shigaraki, it's me. May I come in?"

"You deaf? I said go away."

The rude comment made Kurogiri's temper fluctuate slightly, but he took a deep breath, managing to calm himself. There's no use in getting rowdy with him, it would only make things worse. "I'm coming in, make sure you're covered."

Carefully, he pushed the door open, seeing nothing but darkness and the faint silhouette of Tomuras bed frame, a bundle of blankets upon the mattress. About Shigaraki sized.

"Shigaraki, please come and eat something. You'll get sick otherwise." He coaxed, switching the light on, earning a grumpy hiss from the boy as he pulled his duvet over his head.

"Not hungry." On que, his stomach growled.

Kurogiri gave an amused chuckle, sitting on the edge of the bed, and placing a reassuring hand on the pile of duvet. "Why don't you tell me what's bothering you? Maybe I can-"

"I said no! Geez, you're so clingy. Just go away already."

Once again, Kurogiri's blood raced. Why did he have to put up with Tomura's childish behavior and rude comments whenever he's in a mood? He shouldn't have to put up with it. "You know what, Tomura? I've had enough of this. We all have bad days, I know, but you don't have to be so cold towards us."

"Uuuuh!" Tomura let out a loud huff, tossing his quilt back. He was wearing his pyjama trousers and a big hoodie, along with his special three fingered-gloves. "I just don't want to hear anyone's voice right now. Okay? I don't know why. And I don't care either. So just piss off!" He glared at Kurogiri, hoping that was enough to make him leave.

"Tomura... I have had it!" The smoke exclaimed. "I'm sick of you talking down on me like this! You need to remember your place." He grabbed Shigarakis waist, suddenly, spidering his fingers up and down his skinny frame.

"Urk! K-Kurogihihiri! Get off!" The boy tried to remain tough, gritting his teeth as he attempted to fight off his friend's attack. "Cut it out!"

"Apologise for speaking to us in such a way, and I'll consider stopping." Kurogiri smiled, he never really intended to harm the boy. He knew scolding him normally wouldn't fix anything.

The skittering fingers shifted upwards, digging into Shigaraki's underarms. "AH! No-!" He bit his lip as his arms slammed to his sides, holding his breath. He wasn't going to break easily. This only made Kurogiri more determined.

"Oh, so we're playing the waiting game are we?"

"Mhm!" Shigaraki shook his head, squeezing his eyes shut and curling in on himself.

"Very well. Let's try this." Kurogiri retracted a hand, quickly squeezing just above Tomuras knee making him jerk away and let out a flurry of giggling.

"Hehey! Don't- Ahahaha!" The tickling attack continued once his defences were opened up, with Kurogiri switching between squeezing his hips and knees.

"Stahahap! Stop ihit! I-I mehehean it! Kurogiriii!" His hands grappled with his attackers, not sure which tickled more or which to stop.

"Heh, still very sensitive aren't we?" Kurogiri teased, looking at Tomura's scrunched expression as he laughed freely. "Hehe, tickle, tickle, tickle~ I remember you always liked when I tease you." He chuckled, watching the villain's cheeks and ears heat up to a rosey pink.

"Shuhut up! D-Don't say th-AH!" Whilst he was distracted by the tickling, Kurogiri quickly swiped up Shigaraki's wrists, pushing him onto his back and pinning his arms over his head. "Woah! Hey! Nonono! Kurogiri I'm not kidding- Ah! Don't you dare!"

"Here we go, now, are you going to come and eat?" Kurogiri asked, straddling the boy's waist, wriggling fingers poised to attack.

"No! I'm not hungr-IHIHI! NOOO! AHAHAHA!" Tomura cried out as Kurogiri attacked his worst spot, scribbling and poking at his now vulnerable underarms. He arched his back, kicking his legs wildly.

"Stahahap! Damn ihihit! You f-AHAHA! Get OHOFF! GAHAHAAAA!"

"What do you want for dinner? Hmm?"

"I-I dohon't AHAHA! PLEHEHEASE! *snort* aaaAAAHAHA!"

Kurogiri paused, shocked by the sound. His eyes smiled. "Well that was amusing."

"Plehease, no more- GAHA! No!" His head flung backwards, burying into his pillow as Kurogiri attacked again, clawing at his belly.

"Go on, one more snort and we're finished."

"I-I cahan't control it! Ehehe! That's nohot fahahir!"

He was so embarrassed by this weakness of his. He'd never hear the end of it if the rest of the group found out.

"ALRIGHT! Okahahay! Stahap! Plehe- *snort* Oh shihihit!"

And just like that, the tickling hands retreated and Kurogiri removed himself from Tomuras lap, sitting beside him instead. "Feeling better now?"

Shigaraki reluctantly gave a nod, not daring to look at him in fear of looking silly. "Guess I am hungry now..."

Kurogiri chuckled, petting his boy's head. "Alright. Come to the kitchen whenever you're ready. I'll whip up something good."

#bnha #mha #tomura shigaraki #shigaraki tomura #lee!Shigaraki #ler!kurogiri #sfw tickles #sfw tickling community #rachi roo

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frankieispunkk · 1 year

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The intimacy of being understood by someone.

Marcus pike x plus-sized fem autistic reader

Reader has no physical description apart from being plus-sized and having short to medium length hair

This is my first fic so plz be kind I love this man so much 🥹 this will be part one,I might do more parts:)) all will be pov of reader :)

I wake up an hour before my alarm,typical. I stretch over to check the time and my phone flashes 5:30am,I guess I could just sit here and wallow in depression for an hour. NO I NEED TO STOP THAT ITS MY FIRST DAY IN A NEW JOB! I didn’t move half way across the fucking world for nothing! I sigh and motivate myself to get in the shower,what a day already. After the shower I’m greeted by my cat whiskey,”you hungry buddy?” He meows,yeah me too. Getting dressed into my “work clothes” I do a mental check list,shower? Check? Feed whiskey? Just about to do. Check your phone is FULLY CHARGED! I glance at my phone,yep 100 percent. Check to see if AirPods are also fully charged! Check. I go to the rucksack at the end of my bed,have I got everything? Ok,water? In the fridge. Binders and notebook,yep,chargers,yep. Lunch? I’ll pick some up on the way. Ok I’m good,I’m ok,everything is going to be alright. I say to myself as I exit the bedroom to feed myself and whiskey. I glance at the time,6:30. Cool. After feeding whiskey I grab myself some breakfast and sit down,feeling very anxious about the day ahead…I shouldn’t really call mum but I need too…

She picks up after the second attempt “hey mum”

“Hi baby! How’s America?”

Yeah all good,I’ve settled in now,but it’s the first day of my new job today and I’m really nervous”

“Oh sweetie,just remember the routine we put in place ok? Check your things as many times as you need,remember to breathe ok? You will smash it I promise,you��re are so amazing baby,I’m so proud of you”

“Thanks mum I’m just worried people will think I’m weird or I fuck the whole thing up,I love you so much”

“You won’t,and I love you too. You go smash them girl!”

“I’ll try! I got to go now mum I’ll text you later!”

I take a deep breath and count all my things again,right time for me to go bud,I stroke whiskey and give him a kiss on the head

Navigating DC is bad at the best of times but at rush hour,when you don’t know the place,it’s hell. I feel my breath quicken and my palms go clammy,”not now not now”I say to myself but it’s too late,I’m having a full on panic attack in the middle of dc trying to navigate the fucking subway. Suddenly I hear a voice,”hey,hey sweetheart can you hear me?” Shit i didn’t realise I fell,my vision and hearing are muffled but I hear a man talking.he bends down to my level so he’s not so intimidating…suddenly all my senses are heightened again,and I suddenly become aware of my surroundings…there’s a few people crowded around me,the man who’s voice I heard is kneeling next to me…holy shit I feel so embarrassed…he’s gorgeous..he has the most beautiful deep brown eyes his whole face looks like it’s been carved by the gods. “Hey you with me” he looks up at me with those beautiful…but weirdly very caring eyes… “I’m sorry I don’t know what happened” i babble…”you fell over,luckily I don’t think you’re injured”he smiles reassuringly. “Do you know what caused it?” He asks softly,”I don’t know,one minute I was walking around trying to find the subway,next minute I’m on the ground with multiple people standing around me” “don’t worry I made sure they all got on their way,most of them are just nosy anyway,don’t actually care what’s happening,where abouts were you going?”

“To the greens,it’s my first day at work”. Suddenly I remember that I’m probably now hours late for work and I’m just sitting in the middle of the street talking to a stranger…that potentially saved my life. “SHIT IM SO LATE FOR WORK MY BOSS IS GOING TO KILL ME”I suddenly start to panic again,tears streaming down my face. “Hey,hey look at me breathe ok,breathe with me he places my hand on his chest and I copy his breathing…”I’m sorry you probably think I’m some sort of freak” I mutter after I calm down again. “Not at all,we all have anxiety,myself included.i remember the first day I came to DC,i spent 5 minutes out here then I locked myself in the house for 2 weeks.” “I’m Marcus by the way.” You must be Daisy?” I saw on your name tag.

“Yeah…it’s nice to meet you Marcus,thank you for everything”

“It’s no problem,also it looks like we work in the same place! Marcus pulls out his fbi name badge

“Omg that’s such a coincidence,but why me? Why did you stop to help me?

“ because you looked like you needed help,you almost looked in pain,and I wanted to help you. Marcus says softly.

this time we both were walking through the crowded streets of DC. It felt better with someone next to me.

Thank you,so much. I’m not going to lie,I think it was a panic attack,I haven’t had one in years,but I think with the move and the change of routine it all just hit me at once. I’m sorry you had to see me like that,I laugh hoping to make the air less awkward . god this man is beautiful,and kind to! And he works with me? God I need to pull myself together.

“Don’t worry about it and yeah I kinda guessed that,panic attacks can be so scary and vicious sometimes can’t they?”

“You can say that again”

By time we finish our conversation we are on the subway train. I nervously bob my leg up and down

“Hey it’s going to be ok!” Marcus reassures me.

“Can I be honest with you Marcus?”

“ sure” he smiles

“I think I would still be freezing to death on that pavement if it wasn’t for you” I laugh softly

“A cop or someone like that would of found you I’m no hero I promise”he winks

Fuck that was sexy,I’m already falling for this man and it’s been what 2 hours? He is probably married I need to stop.

“But you did save my life” “well it felt like you did”

He blushes “I really didn’t”

“Let me take you out for dinner” I blurt out. Shit did I really just say that??

“Only If you let me pay” Marcus smiles big “honestly was thinking of asking you out for dinner,your beautiful”

“ Wait really”

“Yes”he chuckles,”come on this is our stop”

#marcus pike x reader #marcus pike #marcus pike fic #marcus pike x you

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flockofdoves · 1 year

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struggling a bit w ED relapse rn because after i went to the ER last week they prescribed me doxycline and metronidazole. both can cause nausea and other stomach issues and metronidazole makes everything taste a bit gross making eating less enjoyable and ive been on doxycycline before and still have never figured out how to deal with the facts that it both is 30% more effective if taken without food but destroys your stomach if you do so directions will like simultaneously say to take it with and without food on different parts of the packaging lol. and i have to take it at breakfast and dinner time. and if you have it within two hours before or after anything high in calcium it creates a chemical reaction that both makes it a lot less effective and that is digestionally painful. and in ED recovery whole milk (lots of calcium) has been a huge help for me in giving me an easy way to supplement with a calorie and fat dense food to make sure i eat enough even when i have low energy. and cereal or breakfast sandwiches involving cheese and mayo are some of my go to breakfasts because i need to reliably be able to eat enough to start my day without having to do much thinking or prep so that ill have enough energy to be able to do stuff like think about cooking for my later meals in the day.

and like replacing those with nondairy milks/cheeses even if those tend to be less calories would be fine as a solution during the next week if i just made sure to eat more but i went fucking insane in the supermarket today looking at every single nutrition label in the dairy substitute section and realizing even the ones that should have almost no calcium naturally are fortified with it to make it more like cows milk unless theyre fucking coffee creamer.

obviously the ideal solution to this is finding well thought out alternatives to my usual go tos while im full and have the energy to think about it (having a lot of fatigue as a side effect even when eating enough tho) and then after that i think im being reasonable to decide that for my specific circumstance making sure im eating enough is enough of a concern that it should outweigh any dietary restrictions when it comes down to my options in a moment and in the end might even specifically be more important to ensuring i heal from this properly (even if the resulting pain reminding me that the meds arent being absorbed properly makes this whole process feel a little pointless)

but god am i having such trouble with not just the ‘eh i dont really need to eat im not feeling it im not even too shakey yet’ part of my ed i still often fall back into but also the part of me that was so obsessive about what my food was made up of and what i should avoid and ‘oh might as well just not eat’ is having a fucking field day for the first time in a while bc theres an actual understandable and concrete Reason for a restriction but that still doesnt mean that me consciously making the decision in the moment that i just physically really need to eat and something with calcium is the only accessible option and then i start eating it and am still really hungry but then that restrictive part of me is like ‘noooo this is bad just stop eating’ is helpful at all. its just falling into the worst of both where im not eating enough And my meds arent fully effective lol.

anyway lmk if you have any low effort low calcium high calorie breakfast ideas. i know theres a lot out there but im just too wrapped up in everything to brainstorm effectively

#cpost #eating disorders -

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sprinklethetangerine · 7 months

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The past 3 days have been nightmarish.

Wednesday. I really really didn't wanna fucking go to my shit school but I had a science fair project I needed to work on so I got up out of bed and went to school with a headache wishing i coud just go home and back to sleep. The day was hectic, and I ended up missing math cause I was working on the science fair project, but we didn't end up doing much anyway, and we had no other time that we could work on it for the rest of the day so we ended up agreeing that I would go to her house to work on the project which was very not good because all I wanted at that point was for the day to be over and me to go the fuck home and sleep, but fine, I'll just work on the stupid project, it's fine. We end up finishing the project after lots of pain and suffering and all I wanted to do then was close my eyes and sleep but I had to wait for my mom to come pick me up so fine whatever. We sat around for hours until my mom finally got there at 9 pm and I got home super late. Then I realized I did not eat shit the whole day but I wanted to sleep so I just grabbed a quick snack that barely counts as a meal and went to sleep hungry and fucking tired as shit. Day over.

Thursday. Science fair day, I once again didn't want to go but I can't just ditch my team the day if the science fair so fine. I get up and go tired and still hungry. I end up missing lunch break adding final touches on our project and I don't get to eat. We set up on our table and get ready to present. We stand for what feels like forever before the teachers finally make it to our table only to turn around and look at the table in front of us. But that's fine we're gonna be next after those guys anyway. They see their project then turn around about to go to our table only for a previous table who's project wasn't working to go "wait we fixed the problem" so they turned around and went to them. Okay, fine, no big deal, it's fine, we're after them anyway. So they finish with that and come over to us only for another previous project to call them over for something and at that point I wanted to strangle someone especially since one of our members kept disappearing without explanation and I was worried she might run off right as we need to present and me and the other girl would have to present on our own, but it ended up fine as we dragged her back at the very last minute that the judges FINALLY showed up at our table. We present our project, get compliments on it from the judges, then head back to class to FINALLY sit down. I sew some people have noodles, I want noodles too. I ask where they got them, they say a student is making them in the teacher's lounge for money (all the teachers were busy with the science fair) so I head to the teacher's lounge and ask and she says "oh we just ran out of noodles, sorry." Great. Still no food. After the science fair, everyone is tired, but there's still two more hours left of the school day so we all reluctantly head to class and all the teachers are just pissed for no reason at all and they're like extra annoying today for some reason. Everyone is tired just let us eat, please let us live dude. So the day is FINALLY over after 8 hours of pain and suffering and I get ready to go the fuck home. Guess what? I have to WALK HOME. So tired and hungry I just get up and walk the fuck home and flop down on the couch fully prepared to do absolutely nothing for the rest of the day... ONLY FOR MY SISTER TO BARGE INTO THE HOUSE FROM WORK AND REMIND ME THAT I HAVE TO GO TO THE FUCKING DANCE CLASS SHIT. So I get up, pull out the first thing I see in the closet that semi-matches and just get in the car. Still tired. Still hungry. We make it there LATE and realize we didn't bring water. Great. So we go through the dance, and my pants are an absolute NIGHTMARE to move in, and I immediately regret my outfit choices. Then we go home to find my mom rearranged the entire house and I have to get used to it now. Fine. What's important is that we're finally home. When I think it's finally over my sister wants to do just dance and karaoke with my cousin who was with us at the time and apparently I have no choice in being part of it. Fine. At least I finally get to eat since we're home. So I get food and eat and we watch stuff and do dances or whatever then I finally... FINALLY sleep at like 4 am. Fully intending to not go to school tomorrow.

Friday. I wake up at 9 am. Wish I could sleep some more, but I should probably get up so whatever. I get up and watch TV for a bit expecting to rest today then my sister calls saying "LETS GO TO CHUCK E CHEESE" and I can't pass an offer like that up because the prospect of a Chuck E. Cheese in the country I love in is insane and I have to see it for myself. I get dressed and we go to Chuck E. Cheese then head home. I'm about to go to sleep when my sister suggests we watch something so fine I guess we'll watch. We watch for a bit and I run off to bed at like 2 am. Tired, but thankfully, not hungry this time.

Today. I wake up at 5 am. I am tired and kinda feeling sick, but I have archery today and I also have an entire story to write by Tuesday because I have made no progress and I don't really want to do either. I mean I do want to do them but I mostly jsut want some rest. The past few days have been terrible and I just want to sleep for like 10 hours. School is gonna kill me and the stupid dance class and archery class do not help. I also have to clean my room because it's been bothering me for a while. I just want some rest.

#i have a headache and im not really sure what to do #sure i ahd fun going out with my sister these psst few days and doing this stuff #and i do love archery and really want to get better at it #but i just feel like theres so much to do and no time to do it #i just want some sleep #i just want a day just one day to sit down and do nothing #i really dont feel like doing anything at all #i think i might vomit if I actually have to get up and do stuff right now

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pgross144-blog · 2 years

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OPINIONS MATTER!!!!........

TIME TO RANT!!!!

Because Facebook Won't Let me!!! But lets gay men create new accounts and stalk me!! My messenger was revoked for THREE DAYS!!! No warning or reason!!! All I said was my account was hacked!!!

FUCK the ZUCK!! ARREST MARK COCKSUCKERBURG!!! He condemns your account for "hate speech" against who...

I'LL let YOU not MARK ZUCKERBERG DECIDE THIS TIME if this is Facebook worthy or "HATE SPEECH"!!!!

LET'S DIVE IN!!

For those who can't read why I wrote for name on card...

"Fuck You I'm entitled to what you know about me NOW!!!"

Truer words have never been said!!!!

This rant is about unfair business practice!!!

1st off capitalism shouldnt be a system for this type of nonsense... inflation is sky high, in a system where this type nonsense is allowed we SHOULD and COULD ban inflation!!! We could force (ALL!!!! yes ALL) businesses big or small to simply and SHARPLY drop the prices for their GOODS AND SERVICES! Set a fixed price for EVERYTHING!!!

The Great Depression was the worst economic crisis our country has EVER been through AND you mean to tell me my pocket change was WORTH something then!!!! NEED the list for perspective...

1. THEN... Double feature and Stage show 11 cents..

NOW... I'm guessing for a measly 1 show you pay 25+ dollars!! you do get a reclining seat that (almost) works for the price!!

2. THEN... Candy 1 Cent..

NOW...$1.25 is very cheap these days even for "Share Size" aka "shortchange size" Haribo which if you want better go to CVS to get a true "share size" for $3.25 because the portions are reduced at the Dollar (Twenty Five) Tree... even the candy friend got me yesterday $4.50!!! FOUR DOLLARS and FIFTY CENTS This is not even movie size!!! This a double Reeses yes 2 (TWO) large cups!!!

3. Lastly the most damning...

1 reasonably priced CAR!!!!...

THEN... any guesses $100 or $200?? (too low) or $5000?? (way too high) think, think, think oh wow lets assess (take a zero off thats better) $500 yes I wrote that correctly FIVE HUNDRED DOLLARS!!! SOME setback!!!

NOW... $31,000 easy is what it costs now.... for a stripped to the bone Toyota SUV (because god knows you wont own the road without it!!!) (or have as much or enough space to match your neighbors loaded $65,000 gmc) WTF!!!

I would give it ALL UP!!, whatever it takes, if i could bring all my NOW USELESS pocket change and never run out of money never go hungry to live in 1930s because.....

Capitalism can EASILY survive in a system like this REALLY??? with $25 plus movie, $1.25 or $4.50 candy, $31,000 toyota...

NOPE!!! im talking about the society were 11 cent movies..., 1 cent candy and $500 cars exist!!!

Now people could say I'm CRAZY but the TRUTH is evident that we once lived in a society were pocket change WASN'T USELESS!!!

So WTF changed!! Inflation and COVID are simply no longer a working excuse anymore!!!

Time to fix this economy honestly like congress needs to pass a bill that fixes a price limit on all categories of goods and services! That would completely destroy and eliminate the concept of "overpriced" and "overcharging". Like my sneakers costed $1.00 or $2.00 to make!!! That's ONE DOLLAR OR TWO DOLLARS!!!

I was with someone fueling their car today gas prices are $4.05... A GALLON, it simply doesn't matter anymore!!! End price to fuel the WHOLE TANK.... $68.97 that's SIXTY EIGHT DOLLARS AND NINETY SEVEN CENTS!!! WHAT THE FUCK!!!! I YEARN FOR THE DAYS IT WAS $50.00 EASY!!! BUT AGAIN MY OPINION NEVER MATTERED!!

MAIN POINT.....

The inspiration for this post was the fact I couldn't do a simple background check on myself on a website that had stated locations of me that I have honestly been before!! REALLY now what does FREE even mean anymore they claim to be a FREE service!! TAKE THE "R" OUT DUMMIES!!! "FEE" SERVICE SOUNDS MORE THE FUCK LIKE IT!!! LET ME GROW MY MONEY ON MY MONEY TREE DUMMIES!!!

THEIR RHETORIC....

"Oh it isn't hard to earn a single dollar "

"Oh we know, you wish you knew what we know for free"

"BUT GUESS WHAT DUMMY!!"

"OPEN YOUR WALLET!!! EVEN IF YOU CAN'T!!!

BECAUSE YOU HAVE TO PAY, PAY, PAY!!! EVEN IF THE PRICE ISN'T RIGHT!!!!

EVEN IF YOU FEEL ENTITLED TO HOW WE HAVE STALKED YOUR EVERY MOVE!!!!!

MY RHETORIC....

"THAT'S NOT EVEN CLOSE TO UNFAIR ENTITLEMENT, NOT EVEN CLOSE!!!"

"I OFFICIALLY NEED TO KNOW WHAT IS CONTAINED IN MY "REPORT" BECAUSE FOR..

NOT A CENT" THAT'S THE GOOD OLD GOOD OLD PRICE OF $2.95 HOW BOUT A DOLLAR $1.50 FINAL OFFER!!!! THAT SHOULD OK RIGHT??????

WRONG!!!!!!!!

FREE, ZERO, ZILCH, NADA....

EVER HEARD OF THIS PRICE?????

ZERO DOLLARS (AND IT GETS BETTER) ZERO CENTS!!!!

THATS FOR IN NUMBERS....

$0.00..... REALLY??????

REALLY, REALLY, REALLY.... ARE YOU SURE THOUGH THAT'S THATS PROFIT LOSS RIGHT????

"NOPE!!!!!!!" BUT IN SHORT "YES" BECAUSE CAPITALISM CAN'T SURVIVE IN SYSTEM LIKE THAT RIGHT????

WRONG!!!! WRONG!!!! WRONG!!!! BECAUSE GUESS WHAT????

IT CAN!!!!!! IT'S CALLED SOCIALISM AND IT WORKS LIKE A CHARM!!!! SO DUMMIES STOP ELECTING THESE

REPUBLICANS WHO "GOT THEIRS SO GO GET YOURS"

AND....

DEMOCRATS WHO DON'T DO SHIT THAT SAY AND BARELY KEEP PROMISES

WAIT WHO DO I VOTE FOR?????

I DON'T IM NOT A POLITICIAN I WRITE TUMBLR POSTS OF COURSE!!!!! I VOTE FOR DEMOCRATS BECAUSE I HOPE ONE DAY A PROMISE WILL KEPT...

AND...

THAT WILL TRULY MAKE OUR COUNTRY "GREAT"

I KNOW RIGHT.... IT'S REALLY POSSIBLE WITH ORANGE TONED, TOUPE' MAN, "CORRUPT", NAME CALLING, DRUNK, SCANDAL DRIVEN, DECEPTIVELY NOT CLEVER BUSINESS MAN WHO WENT BANKRUPT 5+ TIMES, GUN-NUT, RACIST, FACIST, I RAN FOR PRESIDENT SO SOON BECAUSE NO MATTER WHAT I DO IM ALWAYS ABOVE THE LAW (EVEN THOUGH YOU AREN'T ACTUALLY) PATHETIC, DISHONORABLE EXCUSE FOR A PRESIDENT, NEGATIVE ATTENTION SEEKER, SOLE DESTROYER OF THE U.S.A., SEX OFFENDING - SO I PUT ONE ON THE SUPREME COURT!!!..... WHO COULD IT BE I STILL DON'T KNOW??? WHY CAN'T I.... TOO LATE HIS ASSHOLENESSS A.K.A.

DONALD JOHN TRUMP!!!!!

CASE CLOSED....

OR IS IT EVER?

(AGAIN AS ALWAYS)

I'LL LET YOU DECIDE

(END)

FIN

#CREATE A 3 PARTY SYSTEM

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zukuist · 4 years

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𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞

200 followers special

includes: multiple characters (would add more tags but.. i reached 30 ;;)

your name is shortened to y/n, they/them pronouns

notes: thank you for 200 followers! this isn’t really going to be that long, but im just doing the characters i really like so ;; ALSO I MIGHT’VE GOTTEN KIRI’S ENTRY A LITTLE WRONG so ugh sorry ;;

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shouto todoroki

— THE OBSERVANT SIMP

from the start, he’s quite oblivious to certain things, (social ques, signs of romantic interest, etc.)

but when he’s observant with someone, then that totally means you’re special to him. does he realize how much he pays attention to you? hmm.. maybe?

he’s going to be the first one that notices you’re hungry, even if you don’t realize it yourself. he’s quick to grab a snack and break it open to you

same thing with being thirsty— if he notices that your water bottle is empty, he’ll quickly find the nearest vending machine and buy a bottle.

temperature is also no problem. he can immediately tell whenever someone’s cold; but he usually helps you first

too hot? he’s slowly putting down the room’s temperature

too cold? his left palm starts emitting some sort of heat in your direction, hoping it creates some sort of aid

if your shoelaces are undone, and/or he notices that there’s a button undone on your shirt— he’ll fix it for you

will ask to take your pictures on dates, and he’ll also help you pick out the best photo (not that any photo of you is short of any beauty)

in short— people will notice that he’s actually a big simp for you; because of how observant he is with you specifically.

katsuki bakugou

— THE TSUNDERE SIMP

just because he’s simping for you doesn’t mean he’ll treat you any differently. bakugou will be bakugou, and you eventually learn how to adapt to that.

but even so, his simp habits slip out sometimes.

when he’s cooking, he’ll accidentally make too much to eat, and he’ll coincidentally put the extras in another box and hand it to you

he’s a good student, even with studies. but would he say he’s a good teacher? hm. probably not

but if he notices you need help, he’ll sigh, feining annoyance as he decides to tutor y’all, because those ‘idiots’ are hopeless

rolls his eyes when he sees food on your cheek, but he’ll grab a tissue and wipe it off for you— claiming how you’re so messy.

he’ll act like he hates hearing your ‘annoying ass singing’ but he’ll lean against the doorway and listen to you rock out to whatever song you’re singing to.

denki will call him a simp for looking after you, and bakugou will just yell at him to “SHUT UP” >:T

he secretly likes taking care of you. his words aren’t the softest thing in the world, but his actions make up to it.

izuku midoriya

— THE DETAILED SIMP

as katsuki bakugou would call him; he is a nerd

he definitely meant that as an insult, but his input on detail makes it very useful in things like relationships

he remembers every detail of your quirk, your limits, potential secret moves.

it would’ve been stalker-ish, if it weren’t for the fact that deku does this out of admiration for his s/o

so if you so happen to collapse due to overusing your quirk— deku has a detailed plan on what to do. it’s almost scary.

he puts detail in a lot of things, anniversary gifts, birthday gifts, and so on.

deku’s also the type to plan things weeks before it actually happens. like.. planning out the perfect birthday gift

and with this, his memory is really good. so it’s very unlikely that he’ll just suddenly forget anniversaries and birthdays.

i hc deku as a bad cook, so he eats takeout food more than his homemade food

but he’s takes note of your allergies, your dislikes with food— and he finds himself mumbling small details to recall what you like

when you walk out in pretty/good outfits for dates

his face will break out into shades of red— suddenly rambling all the good details of your outfit, complimenting you while he’s at it

“y/n’s looks fantastic as always. i might die from their beauty”

if anyone calls him a simp, he’ll be really embarrassed about it. “me? a s-simp? is that a bad thing?”

just tell him it’s fine.

denki kaminari

— THE HYPEMAN SIMP

a big simp

like.. really big

he worships the ground you step on, and hypes up everything you do

y’all know when irene from red velvet literally breathed in north korea, and the crowd just

*claps*

yeah, that’s denki to you

it’s so blantly obvious that he’s simping over someone, and everyone’s just kinda used to it at this point

he’s just a big fanboy sometimes

whenever you’re sparring with someone, he’s always in the background like

“go s/o!!” 🤩

and he has tendencies to go a little easy on you like.. what’s he gonna do when you get electricuted??

but that doesn’t mean he’s never serious— nah.

there are times where he’s just a little bashful just being in your presence

sneaking glances your way, as he silently fanboys about you in general.

“s/o looks really good today. they always look good but !!”

when y’all weren’t together, the bakusquad was just tired of the constant romantic pining

it was really obvious that he was simping back then, and they’re not so sure as to how you didn’t say anything about it

mina always called him a simp

so yeah!! it was a big relief when you got together with him. he never makes you feel terrible, because he’s always your #1 hypeman.

eijirou kirishima

— THE HELPING SIMP (rip idk what to call this)

i didn’t really know what kinda name i went for this one but let me carry on

kiri upfront is very confident, and friendly. he never shows a mean side to anyone,

and there are rare cases of him being bashful

he’s kinda almost like a golden retriever? since he’s always nice and friendly to everyone

but then when you enter the room; he suddenly goes quiet, and he’s left alone with his rather loud thoughts about you

he didn’t really know how to properly approach you at first

but him being kiri, he’s still rather friendly to you (for now)

when he’s messing around, practically sharing one braincell with kami and sero

and then you suddenly walk in— he snaps out of his foolishness, and greet you with his very warm smile

“hey y/n!” he waves at you, and he hopes you don’t mention the teasing look on both kami and sero’s face

sometimes when he’s doing his close combat training, and he notices that he’s getting too close to you

he’ll be like “woah man, maybe we should move locations.” bc he doesn’t wanna hit you by accident ;;

kirishima prefers to not stand near you when his hair is all spiky. like he’s never conscious about it, until he’s around you

man poked sero with his hair before, and he doesn’t want to do that to you

kiri always looks at your hand, just to see if it’s occupied with something. his thoughts linger to what your hand might feel like

“their hand looks really.. soft. argh! i shouldn’t be thinking about these kind of things in public! im sorry y/n”

bakugou really only notices kirishima’s simping ways

bakugou always mentions the fact that kirishima goes really silent whenever you’re around—

and he’s secretly contemplating on having you around more so he can just shut up 。・°°・(＞_＜)・°°・。

moving aside all of that, kiri always carries your things.

you’ll beg him to give you at least one thing, and he’ll say no because it’s “not manly to let someone carry all of this.”

if you’re sad, he’s the first one to cheer you up— reassuring you that everything will be okay.

kiri’s just wants to be at your service at all times! it’s manly to help people, right?

hitoshi shinsou

— THE DISCREET SIMP

no one would be able to tell that he’s simping for someone

because unlike kaminari; he’s not like IM HITOSHI SHINSO AND IM ACTUALLY A SIMP

he’s a lot more discreet, and no one has really caught on, besides you and kaminari of course

he’s a lot less sarcastic with you, asking you about anything that’s happened instead of just being there

he prefers it to hear you talk. the way each word and syllable rolls off your tongue smoothly, and the way you use your hands to emphasize things

he’s amused.

oh and the way he looks at you? almost any normal person can sense the simp in him pop out (he’s so contained though)

he’s definitely the person that’ll get rid of any bug that’s terrifying you— even though he’d normally just leave it to them

he’ll do it, regardless if it’s the biggest fucking spider he’s ever seen, or the smallest spider

he’ll do it to make you feel safe.

he has these random spurs of compliments during the day

the source mainly comes from his staring habit

and they’re just so unexpected and out of the blue. hitoshi’s amused whenever he sees your reaction to his compliments

like.. you could be really frustrated about something, and he’ll just go “your eyes are pretty.” that’s his discreet method tO MAKE YOU TEMPORARILY DISTRACTED FROM THE ISSUE—

call him a simp, whatever. it’s true anyway so he doesn’t why should he be ashamed of it?

he’s discreet about it, since it’s your business and his business. but you can definitely feel his feelings loud and clear

neito monoma

— THE 180 SIMP

“i’m not a simp!”

[you enter the room]

*nervous laughter*

he had his last laugh, and he never thought he’d be this soft around someone.

especially if you’re from class 1-A like.. i became the thing i hated, ugh.

relentless teasing is amped but this is his way of making sure you remember him loud and clear

but he’ll never tease you in a condescending way— like how he torments the rest of class 1-A

that’s reserved for them 💅

always compliments you, that’s the first thing he does when he sees you—

and they’re never generic compliments either

“it’s nice to see you here, y/n! you make the world better day by day!”

“i’m still wondering what you’re doing in class 1-A, you’re much better than them!”

everyone secretly wonders how you got monoma to like you

monoma canonically likes pastels. spread the word

so sometimes, you’ll walk over to your desk— and you’ll just see this random pastel ornament sitting on your desk

you know who it’s from

whenever monoma starts becoming annoying, kendo will definitely use you as a weapon to make him shut up

he’ll be laughing at the expression on his face, thinking he’s absolutely winning at this

but the smile is wiped off his face when he hears “ok go on, i’ll tell y/n about your antics.”

“no, no! i’ll behave now, please don’t tell y/n.”

class 1-b literally use you as blackmail whenever monoma acts up, and it’s because of how different he is around you

like.. his personality takes a 180, (besides the obvious teasing) it’s alarming

—

©️zukuist 2021, bnha|mha belongs to horikoshi kohei. do not repost my work❕

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mazikomo · 2 years

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In Too Deep — Chapter 2, Testing the Waters

You hadn't even wanted the job in the first place, but after being tossed into the deep end, you found yourself searching for just how far it's depths reached. Modern AU, Silco has a massive aquatic collection and it's your job to take care of it.

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Silco/fem!reader, eventual NSFW 4.6k words Modern day AU, slow burn, full tags on AO3

After going through formatting hell, the sharks have arrived! Oh, and there's Silco too, but more importantly, sharks! 🦈

Open mouth kiss to @sherwood-forests for her pharmaceutical knowledge and @steponmesilco for the marine guidance. Don't put sharks on the floor kids.

[DISCORD: The Playground → #general]

TheBoySavior Today at 6:47 PM yo @SharkWhisperer how was the first day?

Vi(olence) Today at 7:03 PM first day? you get a new job???

TheBoySavior Today at 7:05 PM she got assigned out to manage a private collection abandoned me 😭

Vi(olence) Today at 7:06 PM private collection? who tf has enough fish to need a full time aquarist?

TheBoySavior Today at 7:07 PM @SharkWhisperer I’m going to let you tell her

Vi(olence) Today at 7:07 PM TELL ME WHAT? 👀👀 HELLO??

[The Playground→ #fishbowl 🐟]

sharkwhisperer Today at 8:54 PM @TheBoySavior sent you the address and instructions for tomorrow morning, gimme a call if you need anything TheBoySavior reacted with 👍

Vi(olence) Today at 8:55 PM oh I see how it is you come online and go to your special little aquarists channel and ignore my questions I expect a full rundown when you get home

[The Playground → #general]

sharkwhisperer Today at 8:55 PM @Vi(olence) seeing as this is the first chance I’ve had to check discord since this morning, I’VE BEEN BUSY

Vi(olence) Today at 8:56 PM yeah yeah, you still haven’t told me what this new super secret assignment is

sharkwhisperer Today at 8:57 PM too lazy to type home in 15 can I have your leftover pizza?

Vi(olence) Today at 8:58 PM replying to @SharkWhisperer it has pineapple

sharkwhisperer Today at 8:58 PM im too hungry to care

You put away your phone after that and closed your eyes to take advantage of not having to focus on driving. The bus stop was only a block or so from your shared condo with Vi, so you had opted to take it instead of having to figure out parking on your first day. Honestly, you might make it a habit. Some people said driving was a good way to sort out their thoughts and decompress. Those people had obviously never driven in Florida.

With your backpack hugged to your chest, you got as comfortable as one could be in a metal bus seat. You hadn’t been exaggerating when you said your day had been ‘BUSY.’

Even with your methodical approach, you had been on your feet the entire day. Grayson had done a phenomenal job at getting everything ready, but you still had to acclimate yourself. And there was a lot to acclimate to: six tanks, all the life support systems attached to them, the dietary needs of dozens of animals, and the extra care and monitoring of those with medical conditions. Not to mention the usual aspects of starting any new job, like figuring out where the hell everything was.

Oh, and the sharks are coming tomorrow morning.

Needlessly to say, you had gotten your steps in for the day and then some. Checking the equipment was a matter of recording settings and what all the gauges read. It was simple but tedious. Thankfully, besides the piranhas, you were familiar with all the other animals. Even more thankfully, you had brought what you called your ‘slop top’ apron to wear while you did food prep. In between all of that, you had also played phone tag with Ekko to coordinate the transportation of the sharks.

By the time the sun had set, you had established a nice baseline of operations for yourself.

While everyone else had already left, you only had one thing remaining. A task you had been looking forward to all day: enter the main tank and have a look around. The new scuba suit in the locker room was a nice gesture, but you preferred to wear your own. Plus, red just wasn’t your color.

You moved methodically, pulling the material taught as you went and only continuing to the next section when the current one was perfectly situated. Starting with pulling on the legs like stockings, then over hips, behind, and stomach. Your arms went through the sleeves like you would put on a jacket from behind until you were able to work it up over your shoulders. From there, all you had to do was zip up the front and fasten the velcro around the collar. Gloves, flippers, and goggles completed the ensemble.

The suit had a weighted blanket effect, tight enough that you felt grounded despite quite literally floating, but there was no hindrance to your movements. However, navigating the long tube attached to an oxygen tank on the surface, instead of carrying one on your back, proved to be a bit cumbersome, but you adjusted well enough.

Almost immediately after you lowered yourself in, Enoch nudged your side.

He was one of the two green sea turtles who had come from a local rehabilitation center for marine wildlife. Their injuries had been cared for and healed, but the damage done meant they could not be returned to the open ocean. They were quite the characters.

For Enoch, the general assumption was that he had been attacked by a shark as a decent portion of his front flippers were missing. However, that didn’t slow him down in the slightest. He loved attention and was known to follow his caretakers and bump into them whenever possible.

Clarence, on the other hand, reminded you of a grumpy old man in a cartoon. He could have quite the temper and mostly kept to himself, but he still proved to be a sweetheart. He had been struck by a boat propeller which caused an air pocket to form under his shell—bubble butt as the condition was called. The air pocket was unremovable and did not allow him to dive to the depths needed, an unfortunately common occurrence for wild sea turtles. Weights had been attached to his shell to help counteract the pocket’s buoyancy effects.

Like many turtles with bubble butt, Clarence was not a fan of his weights. With everything being brand new, it wasn’t hard to spot where he had already been rubbing against a filtration pipe in an attempt to knock them off his shell. He wasn't doing any real damage, but it was something you’d need to keep an eye on.

The jerk of the bus’ brakes alerted you to your stop. Even at night, the heat and humidity was strong and you were already sweating by the time you reached your place.

You heard yelling from inside before you even had the key in the lock. Yelling meant Vi was gaming, maybe you could slip past her without having to explain your new assignment. Vi was generally easy going, but there were a few opinions of hers that she would fight tooth and nail to defend: cereal went into the bowl before the milk, pirating media was a victimless crime and more people should do it, and Zaun Inc. was evil.

The rumbling of your stomach, however, killed that idea.

It was dark when you stepped inside, save for the color changing LED lights that lined the living room. Sometimes you regretted agreeing to Vi having her gaming setup in the living room, but you weren’t home enough to justify moving it elsewhere. Besides, she made a surprisingly decent amount of money streaming. You dropped your backpack by the door and went straight to the fridge.

A cold slice went directly from the box to your clenched teeth so your hands were free to crack open a sports drink. You flopped onto the couch in the spot that was outside Vi’s camera range. A burst of pineapple made you grimace as you chewed but it felt good to get something in your stomach after a long day.

“Alright guys, I’m going to take a quick break. Back in ten.”

Vi’s chair, a second hand gaming chair the two of you had picked out of the trash and pushed each other down the sidewalk on, creaked as she turned towards you.

She looked at you with big eyes and folded her hands under her chin. “Soooo, where’s this exciting new assignment that’s so secret?”

You carefully kept your eyes on the ceiling. “Zaun Incorporated.”

For the second time that day, you felt the air in the room shift.

“...You’re joking.”

Eyes still on the ceiling. “Nope.”

Vi shot out of the chair and paced the small room. “Why would you work for a company like that!?”

Your head lolled to the side as your eyes followed her movements. “You seriously think I would choose a job like this? You know me better than that.” Pizza laying on your chest, your hand pinched between your eyes, “Look, I don’t work directly for them, it’s a contract through my actual employer. I didn’t have a choice, I was the lucky duck that was picked.”

Back and forth. Back and forth she paced. Like a tiger on the prowl until she finally snapped. “Do you know how many kids come in hooked on shimmer?”

Your throat tightened. It was something you had decidedly not been thinking about since Grayson told you where the assignment was.

Vi’s day job was working with at-risk youth. She was a boxing coach and mentor for a lot of kids. The program she was a part of, Children of the Lanes, had been founded by her father and was held in high regard in the city. Ever since shimmer hit the streets years ago they’ve had their hands more than full. The substance was still very much a mystery, but everyone knew its base ingredient was the same as that of Riowave, a pharmaceutical drug invented by Zaun Inc. It was the first parent drug of its kind, and as soon as it hit the market, Shimmer flowed out onto the streets shortly after.

From what you understood, the drug was groundbreaking due to its purported lack of side effects and ability to treat chronic pain where other drugs have failed. Unfortunately, the notoriety of shimmer quickly overtook the magnitude of such a discovery and the reputation of Zaun Inc. became tarnished.

But you also knew that wasn’t the entire reason for Vi’s hatred of the company. No, there was something personal there. Something you had never picked at out of respect for your friendship.

You sat up and rested your elbows on your knees, the cold pizza forgotten. “Look, I know their reputation isn’t the greatest, but I’m not going to be anywhere near that stuff. My job is to take care of the aquariums and animals. That’s it.”

“Why does a company like that even have large scale aquariums?”

“Apparently the CEO’s a shark nut or something, I don’t know. He hardly said anything to me when we ran into each other.”

Vi rounded on you, “You met Silco?”

“I think? Is that his name? It was really—”

“Stay away from him.”

You blinked. “Why?”

“Just stay away from him, okay? He’s not a good guy.” She sat down and put her headphones back on signaling the end of the conversation.

You finished the pizza, not even tasting it as you turned the conversation over in your head and got ready for bed. In the living room, Vi was a bit louder than usual, but better she worked out her frustrations on a video game than you. She’d probably simmer for a few days before cooling off, and if today was any indication of your new schedule, you wouldn’t be around much for it anyways.

Honestly, you had been so busy today you had forgotten about your brief interaction with the boss—er, Silco. You didn’t know much about him besides what you saw in passing while scrolling social media. He was a rare case of a genuine self-made man in the pharmaceutical industry but many theorized it wasn’t entirely achieved by honest means. If the glimpse you experienced of him today was any indication, you were inclined to agree.

His authority had been unmistakable in the room. An invisible weight—that eye, the Eye of Zaun nickname from the tabloids finally made sense—held you in place, and yet you were still intrigued. Your eyes had tracked over him. Everyone you had met that day had been in more casual clothes meant for labor, but Silco’s were impeccable. At a glance you could tell the attire had been tailored to his lean form. Dress slacks, button up, waistcoat, and tie certainly gave you pause.

As you would with a new animal in your care, you kept your actions more reserved. Do and say what would appease them. Make them feel comfortable so you could eventually approach for a closer look.

He scanned your form as you mirrored his position: firm stance, shoulders back, and hands loosely held behind your back.

“You’re the aquarist Grayson sent?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“What time will the sharks be here tomorrow?” Right to the point then, best to do the same.

“What time do you want them here?”

The minuscule raise of an eyebrow told you that was not the response he was expecting. “Nine will be sufficient.”

“Nine it is then.”

–

By 8:55 the next morning, you had already suited up and were in the process of double checking everything you had set up yesterday. The sharks would be going into an isolated area of the main tank that was about the size of a large backyard swimming pool. They would stay there until they were acclimated and trained enough to have full access to the main tank.

The doors to the freight elevator opened.

“Five more minutes and I would have had free delivery.”

Ekko rolled his eyes. “And you have the audacity to call other people’s jokes bad.”

“You said you’d miss me.”

“Yeah, yeah,” He pushed the large wheeled crate towards you. “I’ll be back in a minute with the other.”

You worked on unclasping the plexiglass lid and checked the water flow inside. Ekko returned with the second crate moments later as you adjusted the speed of the small pump.

He jerked a thumb behind him. “I don’t know what’s crazier, that guy’s hair or his eyes.”

You looked up. “Oh, Dustin? Yeah, he’s a bit of an oddball but apparently a whiz with heavy machinery.”

“Wish I had known that while he was unloading them off the truck. I was white knuckling my phone the entire time.”

“How’d you get them loaded up?”

Ekko grimaced. “I had to ask Marcus to help.”

“Ew.”

“I know. He bitched the entire time about how he should have gotten your position.”

You snorted. “Ironic since he never applied for it.”

“Yeah, he didn’t like when I pointed that out.”

“Marcus can suck a dick.”

Ekko grinned, “That’s exactly what I told him.”

Ekko and you fell into a comfortable rhythm after that. You gingerly rotated the sharks onto their backs, causing them to enter a sleep-like state, and checked them over to see if anything had happened during the transport. Ekko had already done a full examination with measurements, weight, and blood drawn this morning.

You had only been away from them for about a week, but you were once again struck by the beauty of the sharks. The moment they had arrived at Buhru Aquatics weeks ago you knew they were special. Little did you know just how special, being the prized feature of Zaun Inc.’s new building and all.

There were a few reasons why sand tiger sharks were the ideal pick for aquariums. On the practical side, they adapt and survive well in captivity. Unless provoked, they’re not aggressive and therefore safe to mix with various other animals. If fed on a regular basis, they wouldn’t seek out a snack in their tank mates.

Most importantly, however, they encapsulated the ferocious shark look people wanted to see. Three rows of jagged teeth were visible even when their mouths are closed, and long pectoral and tail fins not only allow for stealthy movement, but an impressive and daunting silhouette.

For being wild caught, it was surprising how quickly these two had adjusted and began to interact with you more and more each day. It was why you loved your job so much; each animal had their own personality and it was never lost on you how fortunate you were to have a front row seat to observe them. Hell, not even front row, you were right on stage with them.

Zaun Inc. never was a stage you thought you’d be on, but nevertheless, along with these two sharks, you had been thrust into the spotlight. Hopefully the audience wouldn’t throw you overboard.

“So, how’d Vi take the news?” Ekko asked.

“She was upset but understood I’m not actually part of the shimmer pipeline. Though, she seems to have a personal grudge against this place I have yet to uncover.”

“That's why I let you tell her. All I know is there some sort of beef between her dad and—”

The metal door clicked as it unlocked and caused the both of you to look up. Speak of the devil, Silco entered and smoothly approached, not even glancing at either of you as he strode right up to the transportation tanks to look inside.

You cleared your throat. “Good morning, Sir. This is Ekko. He brought the sharks here and will be helping with checking them over and getting them into the isolation area.”

To your surprise, Ekko offered his hand. “Nice to meet you, Sir.”

Silco seemed to act on autopilot as he gave a firm handshake, responded with a clipped, “Pleasure,” then immediately focused back on the sharks.

He tilted his head. “Two females?”

That surprised you even more.

You nodded in confirmation. “You know your sharks.”

“Based on their size, I was going to say male, but since you have them upside down I can see they’re lacking that anatomy.”

“These two are still juvenile, I’d estimate about three to four years old for both, so they still have quite a ways to grow.

“Do they have names?”

You gestured to the one closest to you, “This is Gabriella. She’s quite social for having only been in captivity for a short time. The other is Sandy. She displays more typical behavior and likes to keep close to the bottom of the tank. You can tell the difference by Sandy's more prominent spots and slightly larger size”

Silco hummed. “She has yet to come out of her shell.”

“Well, luckily she has the sea turtles to show her the way.”

You received two very different looks in response: Ekko, an incredulous, are you really telling dad jokes with the Eye of Zaun?? stare and a nonchalant glance from Silco. It was almost expressionless, save for the slightest raise of his brow. He was either amused by your cheekiness, or drafting your employment termination memo in his head. You decided it was the former—he had started it after all.

“How long until they can enter the main tank?”

You shrugged. “Depends on how they adjust to yet another new environment. Ekko and I got them onto a pretty good schedule after a few weeks, but I want to make sure—”

“The building opens in a month. I want them in the main tank by then.”

His tone prickled underneath your skin.

“That should be doable.�� your response was clipped.

Silco looked up and suddenly that casual gaze was cutting. “It will be done.” There was no room for argument in his tone.

That, however, did deter you. All your life you had a tendency to shoot from the hip and deal with the results afterwards. It had bitten you in the ass on more than one occasion but you chose not to regret things. Your gut may override your brain sometimes but there was always a reason for it. You were here to do a job and you’d be damned if anyone interfered with what you knew was the best course of action.

The same authoritative tone from yesterday was summoned once more and you reflected Silco’s challenging stare. “With all due respect, Sir, my job here is to care for all of the animals. The sharks won’t be integrated into the main tank until I am absolutely confident there won’t be any issues. One of the turtles in there has already suffered extreme injury from a shark. I will not allow anything like that to happen under my care.” You gestured to the sharks without breaking eye contact. “My expertise tells me a month should be enough time to release them, but I am not someone who makes fruitless guarantees.”

You held his stare, not even allowing your eyes to flicker between his own duo-colored ones. Perhaps an overkill explanation, but if he wanted to play hard ball you were more than prepared to swing back.

Silco’s seafoam eye narrowed. “You would do best to watch your tone,” he paused for a moment as if he could see your insides bristle. Then, to your surprise once more, his shoulders eased. “However, I concede my order. I was unaware of the reason for that turtle's wounds.”

Your own posture relaxed as well. “Thank you, Sir. I appreciate the understanding.”

“Just be sure everything is done to facilitate the transition in a prompt timeframe.” With that, he turned towards the exit.

You bent over the sharks and stage whispered, “Hear that ladies? Dad wants you in the big kids playground as soon as possible. So be good for him.”

The only response was the echo of Silco’s shoes and the click of the latch as the door automatically locked behind him.

Ekko broke the silence. “I know our job involves swimming in shark infested waters, but that doesn’t mean you have to piss them off while you’re in there.”

“Where’s the fun in that? Help me get the sling under Gabby.”

Ekko held Gabby in her upside down position while you maneuvered a large nylon blanket under her. After a final quick check over, he rotated her back upright. Together, you then pushed the transportation tank as close to the edge of the isolated area as you could.

“Just try not to get in over your head here okay? This job is already a lot without you stirring things up with your mouth.”

You each grabbed an end of the sling on either side of the shark.

“Tell that to my mouth, it runs on a separate operating system. Okay, lift on three: one, two, three!”

Both of you hefted upwards. Gabby may only be a juvenile but she still weighed enough that there really should be more than two people to help move her.

As soon as she was out of the water she began to thrash. Quickly, you stepped down into the isolation area where the water came up to your calves. She fought against the confines of the sling as she was eased in. You each lowered your sides of the sling and she smoothly swam out, happy to finally be back in open water.

You repeated the process with Sandy who was much more agreeable to being moved. From there, you helped Ekko drain the transport tanks and pack up.

“You want me to come down and help load the truck?”

“Nah, I’ll let crazy hair play with the forklift again,” he clapped you on the shoulder, “Behave and keep me updated on the girls. I’ll see ya when I see ya.”

You waved as the elevator doors closed and then you were alone. Well, not completely alone. You had your favorite girls with you now and you were sure you’d be having plenty of conversations with Enoch.

As you approached the edge of the isolation area you replayed your interaction with Silco in your head. You could have handled it more tactfully, but what’s done is done. Not ideal, but you had gotten your point across. Working with (for?) Silco was certainly going to be a learning curve.

Admittedly though, you gave credit where credit was due. To reassess and change your stance when presented with new information instead of digging your heels in was admirable. The man was a natural born leader. He had the power of a river cutting through mountains but was still adaptable to the landscape.

You laughed to yourself, training Silco was probably going to be more of a challenge than training the sharks. Sharks were simple; keep them well fed on a strict schedule, and they wouldn’t cause any trouble. Silco, on the other hand, probably couldn’t be regimented as easily.

He didn’t even need to be tamed that much though. Like the sharks living in a tank with their natural prey, you needed to find a balance with him. It was his building and his animals, but it was your job to take care of them. You didn’t mind if he came and observed. Hell, you hoped he would. You wanted him to know that his animals were in the best of hands and perhaps even see how deep his shark knowledge went, but he needed to respect that you knew what you were doing. There needed to be a, a… boundary!

You dashed off to the supply closets not even caring about the wet footprints you left behind.

–

Towards the end of the day, you were observing the sharks when the click of the door made you jump and almost fall into the water.

Silco’s voice was smooth while you floundered to recompose yourself.

“Yesterday, when you told me so succinctly to leave, you didn’t have any idea who I was, did you?”

“No, Sir.”

“Silco is fine.”

“Okay, Silco,” the name felt odd on your tongue, an interesting flavor but not one you were opposed to trying more. “No, I did not know who you were. Ran told me the marina was my domain. All I knew at the time was no one should have been here besides me.”

“And yet earlier today, you put your foot in your mouth again despite knowing my position.”

You barely stopped your shoulders from shrugging and instead nodded. Mirror him; if he was formal then you were formal. “I apologize for how I spoke, but I don’t regret speaking up.”

“Standing your ground, a respectable trait.” Silco hummed, “Just remember your domain is but a small part of my kingdom.”

He seemed to enjoy putting you in your place, but you were never good at staying still.

“Speaking of, I actually need to stand my ground again right now.” Your voice raised in pitch and you bit the edge of your lip.

Silco’s eyes tracked the quick movement before flicking back to yours. “And how’s that?”

You pointed to his sleek dress shoes. “If you continue to come up here, which I encourage you to do, I am going to have to ask you to wear non-slip shoes past the line.” You moved your finger to the yellow duct tape line that you had artfully run across the floor after your earlier encounter. It allotted a few feet in front of the main entrance and freight elevator as well as encased your office and the locker room. “You may be authorized to go wherever you please, but OSHA applies to everyone,” you paused, deciding to further test the waters with your best customer service smile, “even the king.”

An eyebrow arched. “You really don’t have strong self preservation instincts do you?”

“Why cling to a life preserver when there’s so much to explore below?”

“An interesting way of phrasing it.”

You gave a sweeping bow. “Is there anything else His Majesty requires of his aquarist?”

Almost as if he was playing along—and he might be, you couldn’t yet read him entirely—his voice adopted the slightest hint of a haughty tone. “That will be all.”

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miam0re · 3 years

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i see ur requests are open,,,

may i request a fic where thoma catches the reader masturbating to the thought of him? im down bad for this man and would literally do anything for him

Anon my sweet pea, this one's for you~

The Thought of You | Thoma

Warning: NSFW, Masturbation, Fingering, Oral (F receiving), more stuff I probably missed

Pairing: Thoma X Fem!Reader

Mia's notes: God I love Thoma so much. I've said this once and I'll say it again: this boy has 0 red flags. He is the most dateable person ever created, you can not convince me otherwise...he's perfect. Thoma marry me. Not proofread or corrected by Grammarly(It's not working T-T)

WC: 1.4k

“Alright, I guess that would be enough for today.” You nodded to the other staff members, excusing them after a long day’s work. Being the chief housekeeper of the Kamisato Household was quite a tiring task, even if you had Thoma to share the load.

You trudged back to your room, rolling your shoulders as you fell on the bed. Oh, the ache down your spine. A moan of discomfort exited your mouth when you sunk into the bedding.

“Don’t worry about that. I’ll take care of it! Now off you go, it’s getting late.” A peal of familiar laughter came from the hall, and from the slightly opened door of your bedroom, you could tell the owner of the voice was none other than your work partner Thoma.

Head turned to the ceiling you smiled to yourself, thinking about how he was such a kind person, so hardworking and always putting everyone’s feelings before his own. He was like an angel in this world.

Your thoughts drifted to how gorgeous he looked. Tall, strong built, it wasn’t hard to miss the outline of his abs under his shirt. And the way his arms flexed whenever he lifted boxes or dusted hard to reach spots. Those arms were capable of so much more than just helping around the estate.

You bit your lip and looked at the door, seeing how there was no light and any remaining chatter died. Everyone had most probably gone to their rooms to retire for the night. So nobody should bother you if you chose to…indulge in your fantasies a bit.

You pulled the blanket over your body and shed your pants and underwear, leaving you bare with just that veil of protection.

“Thoma…” You softly mumbled, closing your eyes and letting your thoughts run wild.

In that moment, your hands weren’t yours, but Thoma’s, at least that is what you imagined. His fingers raking through your hair and brushing down your face. You stuck your first two fingers in your mouth, moving them in and out and imagining the blonde whispering in your ear.

“Lick them well, like a good little girl.”

You shivered at your lewd thoughts. One hand went under your shirt to pinch at your nipple, twisting and tweaking the hardened nub in your fingers. You moaned over your fingers and then pulled them out, eyeing the string of saliva connecting them to your glistening lips.

“Spread your legs for me, gorgeous.” You thought of his voice, deeper now, as he whispered into your ear.

“Yes Thoma…” you subconsciously breathed out, lifting the covers slightly to drag your fingers down your body, leading your wet digits to your hungry cunt.

When you touched your folds, you realised that you really didn’t need any lubrication, the leaking of your juices was enough. How wet it made you, thinking of Thoma touching all over your body without restraining himself, showing you a side of him that nobody else has ever seen, a side he would reserve for only you. The girl who was down bad for him but wouldn’t ever go up to him and confess.

“Ahh Thoma!” You squeaked as you started playing with your nether regions, flicking your clit and rubbing your cold, wet fingers over it.

Thoughts of him looking at you in awe flooded your head. He’d lick his lips and admire how easily his fingers slipped around your folds as if they were preparing for him to grace your entrance with his presence.

Your feet kicked the covers off. You felt so hot. Your cheeks flush at thoughts of him pulling away to pull his shirt off his body because he felt hot as well. And just imagining the sight of his bare body made you twitch.

“Thoma…please…” Your eyes screwed shut as you circled your folds faster, thinking that that’s how Thoma would tease you before finally diving his fingers into your soaked cunt.

“Now now, where’s the fun if you do it all alone?” Thoma’s voice felt louder, it felt clearer, so realistic, you’d doubt it was happening in your head.

Only when a larger hand wrapped around your wrist did you realise that things were much more real than you thought.

Your heavy eyelids fluttered open and you were welcomed with dark emerald orbs, so enchanting as they glimmered in the moonlight. Only one person you know had such eyes. Was this all a part of your daydream?

No…it was way too real.

“Thoma!” You gasped as you tried to sit up and cover yourself, but were pushed back into the pillows by his free hand on your shoulder. You were ready to start rambling out an apology but his mouth ate up any useless words to offer. He kissed you passionately, parting your lips for him to skate his tongue over yours.

Your whimpers changed to moans as he pressed his chest closer to yours, capturing your entire self under him. His tongue marked every bit of your mouth, cheekily wrestling with your tongue until he pulled away to suck in a breath.

In the subtle moonlight, you could see his cheeks and ear flushed as he stared at you, a giddy grin on his lips. You squealed and squirmed under him when his fingers replaced yours, playing with the outline of your folds.

“You called out my name and it’s my job to assist. Mind if I take over?” He winked and lowered his head to kiss your neck, feeling you nod against his hair.

He surprised you by pushing his middle finger into your tight hole, thrusting at a steady pace. “You looked so pretty while you were playing with yourself. I just couldn’t help walking in when you called my name over and over.” He moaned into your neck, sliding lower to bite your collarbone and the skin between your breasts after pushing the shirt over your head.

Your fingers jumped up to tangle in his hair, keeping him attached to your skin. “Hah…how long..how long have you been looking?” You shook your hips over his fingers, groaning as he added another.

“Long enough to see how bad you wanted me. Didn’t know you liked me that much Y/N.” He giggled, sending waves of electricity through your body with each steady thrust of his fingers. Yet again he shuffled lower, licking your navel and smiling at how ticklish you got.

You wailed loudly when his fingers scissored inside you, stretching your walls as if he was training you. “Naughty Y/N. You’re so loud, Darling.” The pet name and the licks to your clit had you panting on the verge of tears, unable to tolerate much more of his teasing.

“Thoma! Please help me! Make me cum!” You begged, arching your back and pressing your clit against his lips, shivering at how he was gentle with his kisses but so ruthless with his fingers.

“I’m not stopping you, Love. Cum whenever you want.” His hot breath caused your folds to twitch and flutter. Just a little more stimulation to your clit with his flickering tongue and just that push of his fingers against your slick walls…and you were unfurling under him.

As your body convulsed, you grabbed the roots of his hair to keep you grounded in some way as he lapped up whatever you had to offer, keeping your hips in place with his death grip and licking you clean.

Thank God for his merciful and sweet side. After having a taste of you he came back up to bombard your cheeks with his kisses, cradling your body as he wrapped you in his arms under the blanket.

“I…uh…shit this is embarrassing. This is not how I expected a confession to go.” You hid your face in his neck, inhaling the scent of warm amber from him.

“Well, it would definitely be something to tell. Hey, I found out that my girlfriend likes me when I heard her call out my name while mast-“ You squealed and covered his mouth with your hands.

He giggled and pressed kisses to your palms.

“Did you call me your girlfriend?” You tilted your head and looked at him through your tired lidded eyes. He shuffled closer and pressed kisses to your eyes, smiling when they slowly shut as you relaxed into his hands.

“If you’ll agree.” He whispered.

“Sure. You made me orgasm like never before, I can’t let you go so easily.” You joke and rest your head against his shoulder, falling asleep in his warm embrace.

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nctsplug02 · 3 years

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Can I request dad!johnny? he cheated with y/n so they broke up and 3 yrs later he saw y/n with their son (y/n a single mom) but johnny isnt still aware of it that it’s his kid? Angst-fluff maybe? Thank you!

get your popcorns ready, this is gonna be a long story.

genre: angst, fluff

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You and your son were waiting in line for some ice cream, he heard the ice cream truck and asked to get some, of course you agreed since it was so hot outside. “Hello,” you greeted the man in the ice cream truck. “Hi, what can I get for you today?” He asks and you hum. “I think I’ll get vanilla. What do you want, baby?” You ask your three year old. “Can I get the brown one?”

The man chuckles and nods before heading back into his truck to get the ice creams. “Okay, here you two are! It’ll be five bucks.” You hand the man a five dollar bill before bidding your goodbyes.

“Y/n?” You turn your head to the direction where your name was called. “Oh, Mark? Taeil?” You’re shocked to see your olds friends standing in line, waiting to order their ice creams. “So it is you! Hyung, you owe me twenty bucks,” Taeil rolls his eyes at the youngster and nods.

“Anyways, how’ve you been? It’s been so long!” The young boy cheers. “I’ve—,” you feel your dress get tugged on. “Mommy, who are they?” Your son asks, hiding behind you. “These.. um,” you look back at Mark and taeil. “They are my friends from a long time ago.” You smile at the two men in front of you.

“Wait, your a mom now? Wow!” Mark covers his mouth in shock. “Mark, youre too loud.” Taeil tells him, Mark apologizes and lowers his voice. “Uh, yeah.. I’m a mom now.” Mark crouches down and holds a fit out to your son. “Hi, buddy! I’m mark!” Your son tilts to the side to look at Mark. He looks up at you who just smiles down at him. “I’m Sungchan.” Your son quietly introduces himself and hi-fives Marks fist.

“Nice to meet you, sungchan.” Mark giggles at the three year olds shyness. “Where are you guys off to?” Taeil asks while Mark tried to start a conversation with the three year old. “Just back to the park, what about you guys?” You point to the park that had no people. “Well, we came here to get some ice cream for us and the others, so we’re headed back.. over there.”

He points to a place behind the cars that were all parked and lined up. “Oh, who’s all over there with you guys? Maybe I’ll come with and say hello to them.” You smile at him, thinking about the others that you hadn’t seen either. “Well, there’s taeyong, Jeno, yuta, Doyoung, and Johnny.” He lists them out, you pause at the last name.

“O—oh, um, actually I think me and Sungchan are just gonna head home after this.” You hug Sungchan to your leg. “Oh, well. Here, how about we swap numbers so you can come over tonight? I mean, we are throwing a little party.” You think about it, what could go wrong with reuniting with some old friends?

“Sure! I mean, it’s been years since we’ve all talked and seen each other, so why not?” He laughs a little and pulls his phone out. You and him swap numbers before you and Sungchan left home.

Mark and Taeil walk back to the little group with ice cream cones in their hands. “Okay, take your ice creams! Me and Taeil have to tell you guys who we just met.” They all take their ice cream and wait for Mark to continue.

“We bumped into y/n at the ice cream truck, she looks better than ever!” Mark announces with a giggle.

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Later that night, Taeil had texted you, telling you to come over for a bit. You got worried and asked if you could bring Sungchan, he said yes and that he didn’t mind.

You got Sungchan out of the car and knocked on the door. The door swings open and you see Mark at the door. “Aye! You actually came!” He gasps when he sees the three year old standing besides you. “Ahh! Sungchan!” He giggles and starts to jump. “Hi, Mark.” You giggle at how excited he was to see your son.

Mark shuts the door after letting the two of you in. “Are you hungry? Yeah, okay. Why don’t you go play with uncle Mark while mommy grabs you some food, yeah?” Your son nods and looks up at Mark. “Let’s go!” Sungchan grabs Marks hand and allows Mark to take him to the basement.

You sigh and start looking around for the kitchen. “Oh,” you find the kitchen filled with food that they had just barbecued. You hum and start looking for plates, paper plates are sitting on the counter which you grabbed. You filled with plate up with some chicken and rice. You reheat the cold food and while waiting a voice scares you.

“Y/n?” Oh, you knew that voice, you knew it well.

You turned around to see your ex lover standing in shock by the door frame. “Johnny, hi.” You inhale sharply. “Is.. is that your kid?” He points behind him.

- few moments ago -

Johnny sighs and opens the bathroom door. “Yo! Watch out, man!” Mark yells and pushes the tall man back into the bathroom. “Woah, who’s kid is that?” Johnny asks pointing to the three year old.

“Mhm.” You nod confirming his question. “Oh, well, how’ve you been—?”

beep, beep, beep.

The microwave saves the awkward moment. “I’ve been good, how about you?” You grab the food out of the microwave. “I’ve been.. good too.” He nods and tucks his hands in his pockets. “That’s good. Can you show me where the basement is?” He nods and gestures you to follow him.

Entering the basement, you could see your son playing with Mark. “Oh, my god! Y/n? It’s been so long!” Jungwoo gasps and sits up, running over to you and hugging you. “Hi Jungwoo!” You giggle and pst his back as he swayed you back and forth. “Gosh! So that baby must be yours, huh?” You nod and scrunch your face up. “Okay, well I see you have a plate of food so, go on.”

You walk over to Mark and Sungchan who are playing with some action figures. “Channie, come eat food.” You sit down and place the plate down. “Okay, mommy.” He crawls over to you and sits in front of you. “Here, ahh.” You open your mouth and so does he. “Omm, nom nom nom.” Your son giggles at your food noises.

——

After feeding your son, your son got tired and wanted to go home. “Hey guys, me and Sungchan are gonna head home. He’s getting really tired and cranky.” The guys frown and whine, not wanting you to leave just yet. “I’ll see you guys next time, okay?” Mark walks you to your car with Sungchan in his arms.

“Okay, bye y/n. Drive safe, alright?” You giggle and nod. “I’m not that bad of a driver, Mark. But yes, don’t worry. Goodnight Mark, don’t drink too much.” He laughs and nods. “Okay, mom,” he jokes, “goodbye channie, see you soon! Bye buddy!” He waves the little boy off before running back inside as you drove off.

——

For days your son had begged you nonstop if he could spend the night at Marks, and honestly, you didn’t know if Mark would be up for it or if he would be able to take care of your three year old. “Okay, I’ll call uncle Mark to see if he lets, okay?” The three year old cheers and nods.

You pick up your phone and start calling Mark.

“Hey, what’s up y/n?” The man sounded so lively. “Hi Mark, can I ask you something?” The boy nods and hums. “Okay, so lately Sungchan had been asking and begging for me to let him sleep at your place, so is it alright if Sungchan sleeps at your place? For like, a day?”

The man on the other line freaks. “Dude, of course! Send me your address I’ll come pick him up.” You giggle at his excitement, him and Sungchan are growing up as best friends. “Alright, ill send it.” The other line goes silent, bitch hung up.

“Channie! Go get ready! Uncle Mark is coming to pick you up!” The little boy cheers and runs into his room, quickly packing some of his toys and some clothes.

“Im ready, mommy!” He says with his backpack on and his shoes on the wrong way. “Good job, baby! Let’s go wait for uncle Mark outside, yeah?” He nods and runs towards the front door.

You and him are outside, youre sitting on the steps while he sat next to you. “It’s a pretty day, isn’t it?” Your son nods and looks at the flowers that were planted by the big tree in front of your house, it had a swing on it from your childhood.

A car pulls up and you grab Sungchan hand. “Oh, it’s uncle mark.” You let his hand go as he slowly walks down the stairs and then runs to his uncle. “Uncle Mark!” He jumps into the mans arms and makes the older man giggle. “Hey buddy!” He lifts up the three year old and looks over at you, who is walking towards them.

“Hey Mark, take good care of my baby, okay? He’s the only one I’m having.” Mark and you laugh, but soon after he nods. “Hey y/n?” You look in the car to see Johnny sitting in the passenger seat. “Oh, hey Johnny, didn’t see you.” He slightly laughs and then looks back in his lap. “Alright, ready to go, buddy?” The three year old nods.

“You go and be good, okay? If someone tells me you were being a bad boy, then you don’t get to go back to uncle Marks, got it?” The little on nods. “Okay, give mommy a kiss.” You turn your head and point to your cheek. You pull away when you feel his little lips press against it. “Okay, bye bye, baby.” You ruffle his hair. “Bye mommy!”

——

Later that night, you had ran to that store for some food and bumped into someone very attractive. You and him swapped numbers and starts going on dates after that. While on those dates, Mark would babysit for you, you offered to pay him for every time he watch your son but he didn’t accept it.

Tonight was a rainy night, you and jaehyun couldn’t go on a date so you both decided to stay in with Sungchan.

- a little recap of their night -

“Happy 8 month anniversary, babe.” Jaehyun says and clinks his wine glass with yours. “Happy 8 months, baby.” You take a small swig. “Mommy, happy happy day.” Sungchan holds up his cup of apple juice. “Aww, happy happy day, baby.” You giggled and clinked your cup with his.

——

It was so late and the rain made the three of you guys so sleepy, so the three of you ended up sleeping early.

A sudden faint knock could be heard from the living room. You sit up frantically, another knock. “Who the f.. it’s so late..” you groan and get out of bed, making your way down to the front door with a bat in your hand.

“Johnny?” You see Johnny standing in front of your door all soaked, he looked.. intoxicated. “Y/n..” he slurred and wobbled, he couldn’t even hold himself up. “Johnny, it’s late, what are you doing in front of my door at this time?” He laughs but it sounded broken. “I.. I miss you so much..”

he was just drunk talking, you said to yourself.

“Johnny, should I call Mark—?” He quickly shakes his head. “No, please don’t. If you do then he’ll yell at me.” You sigh, the cold breeze making your legs shiver. “I just miss you so much, I miss holding you at night, I miss the way you kissed me, please just take me back—“ you stopped his rambling, his drunk rambling.

“No, johnny, you don’t get to do this! I’ve finally healed after 4 years of our break up. I was so heartbroken that you cheated on me with some random chick from the bar. I was so hurt that you hid it from me and that I had to find out from Renjun and Chenle. This ain’t fair, johnny!” He laughs and nods. “He’s my son, isn’t he?” Great, a new topic.

“So what if he is? It doesn’t matter anymore, you were never in the picture anyway so why does it matter?” He looks up at you. “He’s my son—“ you shake your head. “No he isn’t, he isn’t. He may have your blood but he isn’t your son.” Silence took over, all that could be heard was the raining showering. “Just leave, please? I don’t want to ever see you again.” He steps closer with tears streaming down his cheeks.

“Y/n, please let’s just talk—“ the door opens wider. “She said to leave.” Johnny looks at the man besides you and then back at you. “Alright, I’m sorry..” Johnny turns back around and walks out of your property.

Jaehyun closes the door shut and is immediately taken into your embrace. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up.” He shakes his hand and taps on your thigh, telling you to jump, so you do. “It’s okay, let’s just go back to bed.” He says carrying you back up to your room.

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a/n: i got really tired and confused at the end. hopefully you can see where i ran out of words and ideas for this story. and by confused i mean like, not knowing anymore words, not knowing what to write and etc. hopefully i can fix this and make it better because it isn’t really that good. I’ll try my best next time! :)

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finelinevogue · 3 years

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hiii idk if ur comfortable doing this but im recovering from one and it would mean the world but could you do one where the reader has/had an eating disorder and when eating harry just kinda comforts her because he knows its harder to eat etc (i hope u get what i mean :( )

hi! hope you’re having a lovely day! first of all i am really proud of you and you in turn should be really proud of yourself! this one is especially for you, for me and for anyone who is going through or recovering from an ED. please read whenever you feel comfortable in doing so and that’s okay if today is not that day <333 love you

It was a bad day.

Not very often do you have them anymore, but when you do have them you feel as though you will never be good enough and that things will never get better.

When you were younger you developed an eating disorder, but never used to see it as being a problem. It started off as not snacking as often as you used to, specifically cutting out sugar and fat from your diet completely. Over time it grew to not having lunch, breakfast or dinner and then all three altogether. Your stomach shrunk and you kept your stomach tide over with water - at least that had no calories. The pains in your stomach became normal, but the pain against your heart was so much worse.

Because people began to notice.

It would be a small comment like “you look like you’ve lost weight” or “you’re all but skin and bone”, but it would make you realise, just for a minute, that maybe what you were doing to yourself was more significant than you first thought. But you continued, because you had to be enough. You wanted that flat stomach. You wanted that thigh gap. You wanted to be the skinny girl that could be picked up. You wanted to fit in clothes less than a size 10. You wanted to be able to be confident in showing more skin. You just wanted to feel beautiful - be pretty.

It wasn’t until Harry came into your life that things started to change. He didn’t make any comments about your weight, ever, but only encouraged you to do what felt right to you. When you asked him to help you find a therapist, because you finally had someone to support you through it all, he was ready with his laptop and notebook. When you asked him to make a slightly bigger portion for you today, he would make his the same size so you didn’t feel like you were being greedy. He was your equal. When you asked him whether he loved you he never responded with words, but actions. Kisses. Sex. Chocolate. Flowers. Soapy baths. Nail painting. Hand holding. Cuddling. It was a surprise each time as to what he would do, but it showed you how much he really did love you.

Since being with Harry he had guided you through putting on weight, with the aid of your therapist and your fitness coach too. You had come so far, even with still a long way to go, and for that Harry was forever proud of you.

Harry is proud of you.

Some days it was hard to believe that though. Some days you slipped. Some days that dark cloud reminded you of all the negative things you once believed about yourself. Some days were like today.

“Y/N i’m home!” Harry called through your shared apartment.

You were still in bed. He’d left you this morning to go record some stuff in the studio, silently kissing your forehead goodbye as you slept still. Today was a day where you reminded yourself of all the bad thoughts you used to think about secondly. Today you couldn’t find the strength to get out of bed and go eat, but scroll through models instagrams and pick out all the things you wished you had instead of them. Kendall Jenners figure. Kaia Gerber’s youth. Gigi Hadid’s eyes. The list was endless.

The only time you’d gotten yourself of bed had been to go to the toilet. You had thought about intentionally making yourself sick, a deadly habit that you’d worked hard to overcome, but with much strain, tears and a shout at yourself in the mirror you managed to walk away.

“Baby?” Harry called out again, but your throat was so dry that he hadn’t heard you call out that you were in the bedroom.

When he walked through the bedroom he instantly knew it had been a bad day. You were tucked up underneath all the covers, with tear marks staining your face and the hood, of his Green Bay Packers hoodie, pulled up over your head. You chewed on the strings of his hoodie, a sign that you were physically hungry but your brain wasn’t allowing you to process that you were.

“Harry?” Your voiced rasped out, turning to see his beautiful, glowing, face.

“It’s alright lovie, let it out. I’m right here, you’re okay.” He cooed, immediately climbing into bed next to you so that he was facing you. He took the strings out of your mouth and traced his finger over your bottom lip, leaning in for a quick kiss. It was his way of letting you know he was here with you.

“I-i’m sorry.” You whimpered, your bottom lip trembling.

“Wait one minute lovie,” Harry shot up out of bed, leaving you confused as to what he was doing, but when he came back with a tall glass of water your eyes watered over with admiration for him, “just sit up and take a sip of this for me baby.”

You nodded wearily and took a few gulps of the water, finding pleasure in the way it quenched the thirst in the back of your throat.

“Thank you.” You smiled, handing him back the glass half-full.

“And thank you.” He replied, kissing your forehead softly. “Was it a tough day?”

Harry leaned back against the headboard and brought you to lay on top of him, your head against his chest. It was comforting to hear his heart beat the same rhythm as yours. He pulled the hood down so he could tangle his fingers through your hair - a comforting method he’d come to know you loved.

“Just felt really bad this morning and then I wanted to so badly go make myself sick,” you felt Harry tense up a little at your words, “but I didn’t and now I feel really angry and frustrated about it. I just… oh I don’t know H.” Your words deflated.

“Baby listen to me, you made it through the day! That may not seem like an achievement but is fucking is! You did so great and I couldn’t be prouder of you. Really truly.”

You moved your head to look up at him, a glimmer of hope in his eyes that he was breaking through to you.

“Just didn’t feel good enough today to eat.” You swallowed the lump back in your throat.

“That’s okay if you didn’t eat, but I won’t let you a second more of today thinking you aren’t good enough because you are worth so much more than that. You are worth the stars and more. I love you more and more every day and i’m proud to have you mine.” His words were the most comforting you’d heard yet.

“Stars?” You questioned for some silly reason.

“And moons and planets and galaxies. I wish you could see that, baby.” He kissed you on your forehead again, letting his lips linger a little longer this time. “You don’t have to feel bad or apologise for today, because I know you’ll love yourself tomorrow.”

“How?”

“Because you’re stronger than you know. Today isn’t defeat, it’s just a pause for what tomorrow is going to be.” He hugged you tighter, squishing you to make you feel his love.

“And what is tomorrow going to be?”

“Better.”

And that was exactly it. Tomorrow didn’t have to be perfect, and today didn’t have to either, just as long as it was better. Not best; better. It was all about small steps and learning that it’s not all about leaps of faith. It was about learning to love yourself, by yourself. It was about being okay with the bad days, because you know you’ll have fucking amazing days to make up for it. It’s just about making those days that bit more amazing - that bit better.

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