#often leads to how to make your daydreams better and not stop them

[tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang]

Have you ever done head-cannons on what characters would be like if they had a big crush on you but it was before the point of confessions or dating? I've been craving content like that lately and if you could make some like that it'd make my day especially right now as I'm feeling quite poorly right now.

My favourite boys are Mikey, Chifuyu, Mitsuya, Baji and Angry.

Ok here's some of them in the crushing stage!

Mikey-

Suddenly starts hanging around you a lot more, he seems to be everywhere and keeps popping up.

Clamours for you attention, calling your name and asking for your opinions on things, he wants to hang out with you a lot.

He'll be in the middle of telling you about the latest gang he's beaten up before suddenly dropping a "your eyes are so beautiful" then goes back to talking about the gang. You have no idea if you heard him correctly or not. 

Will make Draken carry your bag or anything else that your holding

He'll also be very touchy and affectionate with you. Casually holding your hand to lead you somewhere and resting his head on your lap to sleep. 

It's like he's already in the relationship but hesitates to ask you. 

Would bring you along to a "double date" with Takemichi and Hina but say it's just a casual hang out.

Also warns the rest of the gang/ friend group to back off. 

Eventually confesses after taking you for a drive on his bike (it helps him to relax)

Chifuyu-

He's suddenly a nervous wreck around you, blushing everytime he even talks to you, he tries to play it cool but when you look at him he's just overwhelmed by his crush.

Fidgets a lot too and has a hard time being around you for long.

Eventually turns to manga to help him out, this involves him coming up with several complicated plans with never work.

Leaves anonymous notes for you, saying how cool he thinks you are, along with little gifts. He becomes your secret admirer. 

Is very observant and has a good memory of what you've said you like and dislike 

All his friends are aware of his crush and tease him over it a lot.

He also reads a lot more manga while crushing on you for "research"

Daydreams about you a lot

He ends up confessing after his friends set him up with you and is beyond thrilled when you say yes.

Mitsuya-

Smiles a lot more at you, sure he always smiled before but there's something different about these smiles. They're more warm and his eyes seem to light up more. 

He actually fights with his feelings for you for awhile, he considers confessing but thinks you deserve someone better then him so he stays quiet. But still his feelings don't go away

You inspire a lot of his creativity with his handcrafts

Yasuda and any of the other girls he works with in the future end up rooting for the two of you. You're not sure why they seem to smile so much whenever you and Mitsuya are talking. 

He goes out of his way to "defend" you from the gang/ friend group (they're only teasing like you do the same back to them but that doesn't stop Mitsuya from sticking up for you)

Hugs you a lot, both when the two of you meet up and then say goodbye. The hugs always last longer then you would expect

Spends a lot of time working on something special whenever it's your birthday 

Eventually he can't not tell you anymore so spills everything and is surprised to find out you feel the same way.

Baji-

Spends an extra long time on his appearance and hair before he sees you.

His mother actually realises he's crushing on someone before he does.

He talks about you so often, he doesn't even realise he's doing it. Kazutora and Chifuyu always give a knowing look to each other when he brings you up.

Loves hearing the sound of your laugh, when he's the one to make you laugh he gets very happy about it.

Throws his arm around you a lot, although he did do this before his crush, he does it a lot more after.

He's actually a bit embarrassed when it's brought up though, like he will blush if someone mistakes the two of you as being in a relationship.

Tries to show off in front of you a bit, will beat guys up in front of you.

Confesses in a rush one day, he talks very quickly, so much that you almost miss whay he's trying to say. He's just nervous but relaxes after you kiss him on the cheek and say yes.

Angry- 

His kindness is turned up to 100 once he has a crush on you, he was always nice before but now he's overly nice, always willing to help you with everything.

He also tries to take care of any injuries you may have. He figures it's something he's done for the others before so it must be an easy way of getting closer to you. But he quickly realises it's actually very hard to concentrate when he's getting to touch and care for you. He fumbles the bandages a few times and can't look you in the eyes while being so close.

Tries to talk to you as often as possible 

Also gives you free restaurant food a lot

Smiley calls the two of you "lovebirds" which makes Angry blush

Writes a few songs about you that his band end up playing 

Ends up confessing to you late one night when it's just the two of you in the restaurant. 

[sweetiehyuka]

Sweet Creature - Choi Yeonjun

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Warnings - sub!yeonjun, gn!reader, dom!reader, sex in the forest/in a field, reader misleads yeonjun a little, light degrading, dacryphillia, penetration without protection mentioned overstimulation, pet names, fluffy ending

wc - 2k

Note - i couldn't resist my beautiful pixie boy in the daydream teaser <3 listen to ceilings by beabadoobee whilst reading this i promise it will be even better if you do

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This forest was like your home. Your feet knew this soil better than they knew any tile or carpet, and your skin knew this sunlight better than any artificial lamp or lightbulb. You were familiar with every tree, every flower, every little creature that lived here too.

As you wandered, the smell of dry grass filling your nostrils, you came across a creature that’s rare to spot here. Another human. A boy, to be exact.

When you found him, he was sitting in a patch of grass with his back turned away from you, eyes shut and head tilted up towards the sky. His torso was bare and his blue jeans sat low on his hips, allowing you to eye the curve of his hips and the line of his body perfectly. His skin was tan and looked impossibly soft. Maybe it was just beads of sweat, but you swear you could see specs of glitter sprinkles across his neck and back. He looked delectable.

This happens often. Pretty boys come wandering in here, not realising exactly how big the forest is, and not realising that there’s another, very hungry, person waiting to whisk them away and show them heaven.

As soon as you saw him, you wanted to have him. And have him you would.

♡

When you step towards him, some leaves crunch beneath your feet, startling the boy. 

You just stand there, still, the sun washing over you like a spotlight. You attempt to look demure and innocent, hoping he would trust you enough to talk to you.

The boy stares right back at you, hair fluttering in the breeze, cat-like eyes narrowed and focused.

“Hello?”

So, he speaks. 

As his lips move, you swear you can see sunlight glide across them, the pink of their plush flesh matching the little spots of sunburn dotted around his t zone.

“Hi,” you reply, edging closer to him, smiling. As he watches your lips curl up into a smile, a hint of confusion flashes over his eyes, making him look even more delicious than before. “are you lost?”

You can see the cogs turning in his head as he decides what to say, and you assume he’s deciding whether to be truthful and say he is, or lie to protect himself. After a few seconds, he responds.

“Yeah, kinda…”

You smile softly, hiding your intentions.

“I know my way around here well. I live nearby, so if you’d like, I can help you get out.”

His eyes light up at your offer, and you have to stop yourself from giggling over how cute he is. You hold your hand out to him and he takes it, looking up at you with a sense of fondness. 

This was gonna be easier than you thought.

♡

For about fourty minutes now, you have been leading Yeonjun through the forest. Unbeknownst to him, you had been leading him deeper and deeper inside rather than towards an exit like you had promised, as you had a certain spot in mind you wanted to take him to. It was a small field of daisies situated in a circle of willow trees ; the thought of him on his back beneath you, pretty face headed by a crown of daisies, blades of grass stuck to his soft skin, lit your stomach afire and made your desires grow stronger.

The journey had been mostly made in silence, only a few sentences of small talk and queries about directions struck up now and then. You tried to keep walking one or two steps behind him so you could admire him as he walked.

Finally, you arrive at the field. The boy gasps, tracing his fingers long the leaves of the willow trees as he walks through them, clearly not knowing whether to focus on the beautiful flowers he was walking through or the large, drooping trees that surrounded him.

“Pretty, right?”

He nods, still a little awestruck.

“We can rest here, if you want?” you propose, internally pleading that he’ll take you up on the idea. Without a second thought, he skips out of the shade of the trees and right into the middle of the small field, smiling back at you and holding his arms out . You have the urge to skip too, but you still want to keep up your facade of purity, so you decide to traipse over, wearing a shy smile on your face.

You both take a seat in the grass, and you can’t help but to stare at his lips, only now just noticing exactly how plush and kissable they look…

You can’t wait any longer.

You begin to lean in, parting your lips, but when he flinches away, you immediately pause.

"W-what are you doing?"

Feigning innocence, you shuffle back slightly.

"I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable. You just look so pretty-"

"You don't even know my name..."

You cock your head back slightly.

"I don't need to know your name to want to kiss you, angel."

A blush creeps onto his face at your sudden shift in confidence. He can’t hide that you’re exciting him, so you take the hint that it’s most likely fine to continue trying to seduce him.

"Like it when I call you angel, huh?"

He nods, smiling sheepishly. You kiss him on his red cheek, causing him to hide his face in his hands. He's so cute, you feel like you're gonna explode. 

When he looks back up at you, something in the atmosphere shifts. The giddiness in his eyes turns into some kind of longing as they look up and down the line of your body, staying on your lips for a beat too long. This time, he moves in to kiss you, and you happily oblige.

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For around fifteen minutes, you make out, and it only takes around two minutes until you start feeling at each others bodies. The boy’s desperation is very clear to you ; from his furrowed brows to his little whines to his growing hard on, his body is giving you many signs that he definitely wants you too. 

“Wanna take this a step further?” you whisper, lips brushing against his ear, his hair tickling your cheek. He nods.

“I-I’d like that…”

You giggle at his cuteness, then instruct him to take off his jeans, and that he does.

Nothing even has to be said to the boy ; he just lays down, already submitting to you before you have to instruct him to do anything. Gazing down at him warmly, you move to straddle his tummy, the squish of your thighs against his slender waist feeling heavenly. As you take in the sight beneath you, your breath hitches. This is exactly what you wanted. The dreamy boy’s skin glows in the sun, almost like a heavenly aura, and the daisies above his head are in the shape of a ring, almost like a halo. Angel really was the right nickname to choose for him, because that’s exactly what he is. A pretty little angel.

“You ready, sweetheart?”

The boy nods eagerly, eyes clouded with lust. You pet his soft hair then lift yourself up onto your knees, shuffling back a little bit in the grass so that you’re hovering over his pretty cock.

Of course, you weren’t going to give him what he wanted that easily.

You reach down and take his cock into your hand. You give it a firm squeeze and he whines, just like you wanted. You jerk it slowly, smirking as he babbles under his breath. 

“Don’ tease me, please…” he whispers, but you just shake your head - a wordless sign that you’re gonna do whatever you damn please, and he’s going to take it.

After a few minutes of teasing the boy with slow strokes and harsh squeezes, you finally lower yourself down onto his tip, grinning wickedly as he arches his back and cries out.

"P-please! More!" He yells, his nails digging into the flesh of your hips. You giggle, gaining great satisfaction when he pouts.

"Don' mock me..." he mumbles, blinking back tears.

"How could I resist?" you say, tone laced with venom. "You're too easy to mock."

Before he can open his mouth to retort, you slam down onto his dick with a feral groan, revelling in the way his eyes squeeze shut and his head curls away from you. You pay no mind to the stretch ; the heat of the sun mixed with the burn in your groin makes you even hornier than you were before. On top of that, the boy looks even prettier than before with tears clumping his long, pretty lashes together. Not hesitating for a second, you grab his face and turn it towards you.

"Look at me,"

The boy whines, not opening his eyes. You grip his cheeks tighter, pushing his lips out into a pout and bringing his blood to the surface of his skin.

"I said look at me, slut."

At the insult, his eyes fly open, and you feel his dick twitch inside you. Chuckling, you let his face go, and his mouth falls open in a silent gasp.

He's about to say something, but then, without warning, you start moving your hips. And fast, too. As expected, he mewls, arms spasming and legs kicking. Between moans, you laugh. He's so fucking pathetic, and pathetic boys are so damn hot. You grind faster, placing your hands on his torso, running them over the expanse of his chest and the pudge of his tummy. As expected, his skin is the softest you’ve ever touched ; you feel like if you prodded it hard enough it would just tear, and the thought of this beautiful boy bruised and broken through the means of your fingertips makes you rut harder, moaning deep and loud. 

♡

Needless to say, you didn’t go easy on the poor boy. By the time you were done with him, he was panting on his back, near passing out from overstimulation and most likely also heat exhaustion.

Now, he was laying in your arms, cuddled into you. The two of you enjoyed your post-orgasm glow in silence, enjoying the peaceful sounds of nature, the heat of the sun, and the warmth of each other's bodies.

After fucking him, you had plucked a few daisies and woven them through his soft-but-sweaty locks, so now you were twirling the petals between your fingers, careful to be gentle so you didn’t accidentally pull a hair and hurt him.

“You’re not just gonna leave me here, are you?” he mumbles. He doesn’t sound too worried ; for some reason, he really does seem to trust you. How adorable.

Usually, you really would just… leave them there. Sometimes you wouldn’t even make the boys cum, you’d just chase your own high then leave them empty handed. But this boy was different. You couldn’t put your finger on why. He just was.

After kissing him on his forehead, you respond,

“No, little angel.” you press another kiss to his forehead. “I’ll take care of you, don’t worry.”

“Yay,” he whispers, a hint of giddiness in his voice. Smiling, you squish your cheek into his forehead, the sound of his lazy giggles making your heart warm. 

Maybe, just maybe, you wanna keep this one.

♡

[auspicioustidings]

Firewatch Part 5

Summary: You are just an emotional mess, but you at least have the beginnings of a plan to escape.

No smut but lots of angst. I'll level with you, reader is just a wreck in this part with the view that she will get her shit together once she's settled a little.

Words: 1.8k

John left you alone in that damn office for an hour to “calm down”. Had brushed a large hand down your side and squeezed firmly at your waist before he left and you had been indignant at the way that had made you feel. And then you just had to pace, angry and imagining other ways that could have went. You had nowhere to put all of these feelings but to burn through daydreams in your head.

You imagined a version of you that could have beaten him in a fight and ran. You imagined that you tried to swing at him only for his hand to catch your fist, for him to force you over the desk and smack your ass raw in punishment. He seemed like a controlled man, probably wouldn’t even bully himself inside of you. No, he would leave you there sore and wet and wanting. It made you angrier that your daydreams kept drifting into eroticism rather than staying put at violence.

Banging at the door and screaming bloody murder had at least burned off some of your anger right up until Johnny started to yell right back at you.

“Let me the fuck out of here!”

“Ye let Simon go tae spend two weeks alone on that tower! How awful tae have to sit in a warm office for an hour knowing that if ye could just calm the fuck doon and play nice ye’d get out! Something tells me ye’ll survive such an indignity!”

“Oh get absolutely fucked! Don’t act like this is somehow my fault for being angry! And it’s Price who’s making him, not me!”

“Aye Price is making him for you! Because ye had tae go be a bitch about the whole thing!”

You heard a scuffle then. Sounded like Gaz had gotten into a fist fight with him and you were overwhelmed with the urge to cry. While you had always been a little hot-headed, you hated being properly angry. It was a feeling that always burned through you quickly and left you raw and hating yourself.

You should have relished them turning on each other, but it made you feel like you had swallowed lead. Your face felt hot and your throat felt tight and you bit back a sob. Johnny hated you, he had called you a bitch. He’d hate you even more now that Gaz had hit him over it. It should not make your heart throb so horribly. What if you had just snuggled right back into him this morning? He was sweet and handsome and funny and he had adored you and you could have lay there in that warmth until Gaz had brought you both breakfast and then climbed under the covers with you. God you hadn’t realised how sick you were of being alone. You wanted Dosia.

“That’s enough!”

You flinched at Price’s sharp shout, the silence after tense. You wished they would yell again so your attempts to not cry so loudly were not as obvious. But in trying so hard to keep it in the sob that did escape was loud and shuddering and horribly embarrassing. God you were pathetic, you hated this. You hated being angry and you hated yelling at people and having them yell at you and you wanted to crawl under a duvet and sleep for fifteen hours. It was a horrid thing to hate your own anger, to find it an ugly thing but have it be one that visited quickly and often. Usually it was only a short outburst, not this prolonged simmer that ended in you screaming at someone through a locked door. That ended in you sending a man into 2 weeks of misery.

You wished you could hold onto the anger, it would be better than the shame. Better than the hatred you suddenly felt for yourself. The door clicked open and even still there was silence. Whatever fight had happened, it had stopped now. 

“Oh luv, c’mere.”

You shouldn’t have done it, but Kyle’s open arms were so inviting as you buried your head into his chest and let him hold you and massage soothingly into the back of your neck.

“Soap just has a short fuse, he’ll calm down. He owes his life to Simon, so he can be a right git where he’s involved,” he explained softly.

“He hates me.”

It was ridiculous that those should be the words you managed to sniffle out against his warm chest. Not “you kidnapped me”, not “let me go”. No, “he hates me.” Because if you were honest with yourself, you didn’t want him to hate you. You wanted him to like you despite that being what landed you here in the first place. You wanted him to like you but you wanted it to be the way normal people liked one another. You wanted to be in your own cottage, dancing around nervously getting ready for a cute date with him. Not like this.

“No luv, how could he ever hate you hm? How could he hate my pretty girl? Our beautiful, brave girl.”

He sounded heart-wrenchingly sincere and you wanted so much to give in to the comfort that gave you. He was so gentle yet firm in his embrace, holding you at just the level of tightness that felt right and pressing his cheek into your hair. How could this man be the same one that had taken you and wouldn’t let you leave?

“S-Simon hates me too.”

You understood why, how pathetic a thing you were.

“That’s enough of that little bird, nobody hates you.”

Oh, oh that was Price. You couldn’t see him with your head buried in Gaz’s chest, but you felt the heat of him at your back. Not 30 minutes ago he had told you he’d make you forget there was ever a time you didn’t want to be here and already your body wanted it to be true. The heat of his hand pressing to your waist again was a terrible kind of delicious, the kind you could gorge yourself on. 

The worst part was he could tell. You knew he could tell because of the way his breath hitched just a little at how you relaxed into the touch. How that in turn made Gaz’s head move so he could trail his lips from behind your ear down your neck. Your shortness of breath wasn’t coming from crying anymore. You should stop them. You needed to stop them. 

“Going to let me prove it to you? Show you how far any of us feel from hate?” Price whispered huskily into your ear, his body pressing against yours so you could feel that his cock was hardening against you. 

He slid a hand to your neck, squeezing slightly before using his thumb to tilt your chin up and away from Kyle’s chest. You went without a fight, letting him tilt your face up so he could kiss you. There was no soft peck and build up, Price was immediate and confident in sliding his tongue past your teeth and asserting an easy dominance over yours. The craning of your neck towards him gave Kyle all the access he needed to give soft attention to the aching mark there, leaving butterfly kisses and kitten licks all over the sore skin.

You got miserably wet very fast. And despite that you were going to stop them, you really were. You had one hand on Gaz’s shoulder for support, the other craned back onto Price’s hair and you were going to push and pull them away. You swore you would have. It wasn’t like you’d have just given in so easily to your bloody kidnappers. Even if today had been terrible and stressful and you were so completely strung out that anything that would help you relax would have been a Godsend. You would have stopped them.

“Ye’ll naw mind if I interrupt. Just taking out some extra water tae the tower since Simon will be there in the blazing heat for two weeks.”

The cold venom in Johnny’s tone made you scramble to get away from Kyle and Price, gaping like a fish as you looked at his furious expression and tried to come up with some justification. It was impossible to think of one. You had rinsed through fear and anger and grief and landed on lust? You had spent the last year struggling to settle into the town, always the strange outsider girl covered in paint and scratches, and you were desperately lonely? You craved the touch of another human against your skin, it made you feel less like the world was closing in? When you had woken up after the fire and there was a caring, affectionate body there you had been happy and you wished so much that this could have went a different way, that they had taken you back here purely to recover? That maybe you would have decided to stay on your own, or maybe you could rebuild your cottage with their help and visit each other often and warmly?

None of that justified what had just happened. Because things weren’t different, things were as they were. You had been kidnapped. They had faked your death. You had let Simon be punished for biting you and screamed at Johnny and then let yourself melt into Price and Gaz so easily in the same hour. Fuck, you were a mess. 

Gaz and Price seemed at least a little repentant as well, backing off with Price sighing and saying he would come with. There was both a warning in his tone and an apology. He didn’t look at you as they left, both out of the cabin without another word. 

“Shit.”

Gaz’s curse sounded stressed, but at least he looked at you. He looked at you like you were a team, in this mess together. You both stood staring at one another, unsure of what to say. A loud meow caused Gaz to jump and you laughed at that, the sound punching nervously out of your lungs. 

“Better feed my girls huh? C’mon luv, we’ll cook enough for when Soap and the Captain are back, they’ll be less pissed after they’ve eaten.”

You couldn’t help but wonder if you wanted them to be less pissed. As Gaz fed your cat you thought that maybe the emotional wreck you had been today would work to your advantage. Kyle was a good man, you were so sure of it. Something settled in your mind as you made dinner with him. If you could push Price and Johnny to really get mad at you, then Kyle would take you away from here. 

It may not have been a good one, but for day one of captivity, any plan would do.

[euphoricfilter]

taejoon + comfort, fluff, ddlg + "your hugs are so nice...", please!! <3

daydreams:

pairing: namjoon x taehyung x f. reader

genre: fluff || non-idol au || ddlg || established relationship || friends to potential lovers (?)

summary: sometimes it’s nice to get lost in daydreams

word count: a little less than 1k

tags/ warnings: fluff, complicated feelings (mild angst? but not really), dd/lg themes (she’s of age since people wanna comment on it), boyfriends taejoon, light manhandling, no explicit smut but, dom! joon, switch! tae, softy sub! reader— all will make sense if you read <3

notes: drabble requests closed <3

drabble masterlist || my main masterlist

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“Oh? What’s this?” Taehyung kick off his shoes, jacket slung over the back of the chair, sure to be picked up by Namjoon later. 

Taehyung was curious–if anything, of you straddling his boyfriend’s lap. Teetering on the brink of sleep, body lax, lips pouty and eyes closed. 

“Someone’s feeling a little soft around the edges today” Namjoon hums, hand running over the expanse of your back; never venturing under your sweater. 

Taehyung falls onto the couch beside his boyfriend, ever so gentle as he cards his fingers through your hair, wary as to not startle you. The arm around Namjoon’s neck tensing, only for a moment before you shiver, muscles melting, sinking further into Namjoon’s gentle embrace. 

“Is that right?” Taehyung whispers. 

You dare open your eyes, fingers unsticking themselves from Namjoon’s bicep to take ahold of Taehyung’s hand; fingers interlaced. And he wonders if you realise he’s there, mind entirely too soft– weightless like clouds or cotton candy, sweet and malleable. Coddled by your own gentle dreams, far away in a world entirely your own. Perhaps pink like the blush you like to wear, where Namjoon and Taehyung were princes and you their princess, dressed in satins and velvet. 

Neither you nor Namjoon know when their apartment had become an escape for you. Your own little den, even before Taehyung had started dating Namjoon. It was easier to relieve the built up stress of the week this way, easier to just let go in the company of Namjoon because as much as you loved your roommate, this was a side of you, you never wanted her to see. 

You’d stopped coming over as often once Taehyung and Namjoon had made it official, even less when they’d moved in together. The little crush you had on Namjoon leaking into a little crush on Taehyung too. Your heart too full of love and no one to give it to that you’d gotten scared. 

Namjoon had worried, of course he did. He knew how overwhelming the world was, how sometimes you just needed that few hours, an evening, really anything to just forget about it, even if momentarily. Something Taehyung had reassured you he hadn’t found weird, endearing if anything that Namjoon had become such a safe-space for you. 

And utterly adorable how shy you’d get, rocking on your heels as you’d ask if he wanted to colour with you, or look for pretty flowers in the park that could be pressed between book pages until dry so you could frame them for Namjoon’s office. 

It felt selfish indulging yourself in a fantasy that will never come true. Living amongst daydreams, pretending that in these few moments Taehyung and Namjoon were really yours. 

Maybe jealousy would have felt better than this. Better than whispered reminders that what Namjoon and Taehyung have will never be something you'll experience.

Maybe one day you will fall in love, settle for less when those two who would have given you more. 

It had been easy for Taehyung to naturally follow Namjoon’s lead when you’d slip. With no chance to take control in the bedroom, Taehyung revelled in the casual dominance he had over you. Falling into the role ever so easily, that you found yourself plummeting each time they’d invite you over.

Small things like cutting up your food, to cutting up fruit as snacks or napping together on the couch. Cartoons instead of movies as Taehyung let you use his paints, the longer they let you stick around, the further away you walked from salvation.  

“Hey sweetness” Namjoon croons, “I need to cook dinner for us, I’m sure Taetae would love a hug though” 

You hum, entirely too comfortable to even think about moving on your own. 

You feel the rumble of Namjoon’s laugh throughout your chest, Taehyung a little unsure as his hands hook underneath your arms, dragging you over his lap. 

It doesn’t take you long to settle, fingers tangling in the back of Taehyung’s hair, rhythmically tugging. 

“Your hugs are so nice, baby” Tae praises, tucking your face a little further into his neck when you fuss over the noise Namjoon was making in the kitchen. 

“Feels nice” you whisper, lips barely pressing a kiss to his collarbone, eyelashes tickling bare skin. 

Because truly it felt nice floating in daydreams, pretending that this was real. 

And it could be. You may have been friends with Namjoon first, and Taehyung may have fallen for his boyfriend before you, but Taehyung’s heart may just be as full of love as yours is. Namjoon equally as bursting with something a little less platonic than you like to tell yourself. 

Though for now, Taehyung will revel in the weight of you in his lap, floating in his own daydreams of what life would be like if one day you were to be theirs.

[itsoutrageouss]

Like a bellflower - chapter two

chapter two of like a bellflower, a Joel Miller x Fem!Oc fanfiction

warnings: blood, violence, clickers, typical tlou things

words: 2,4k

Story taglist // chapter one

2. No ammo, no sleep

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The soles of my feet were aching. We hadn’t spoken since he gave me his name. I tested it wordlessly on my tongue, joel, joel joel. Lot of tongue work in the name. As we walked, the sun baked over os, glaring peacefully at the destroyed land around us. The suburb houses with vines snaking over the woodwork, a firefly mark on one of them, I noted. 

Joel didn’t stop, or talk so I didn't either. I hadn’t felt this kind of peace in a while, I noted. Since that day, that damned day when Kade found me, nothing but terror had reigned in my body. It still did, creeping and simmering in the backbones of my body, under the waves it bubbled but I left it undisturbed for the time. 

As we moved, I thought it more and more ridiculous that the horse wasn’t used to carry at least one of us- I understood fully that it's a lovely companion to have just in itself but in today's world survival and practicality came first, and anything could be used as something it wasn’t. And I knew for a fact that horses were often used to carry people. 

I think Joel saw it in my face, when he from time to time looked over the horse to make sure I was still there, and saw my envious glare on the bag that was strapped over the horse. He too didn’t say anything. I felt like I was playing a game with him. Maybe if I lost and talked first he’d leave me on the roadside and ride off. Just the thought made a rush of anxiety shoot up my throat and into my mouth, my teeth clenching down hard on nothing. 

I think hours went by. I put a hand on the warm, moving body of the chestnut horse and closed my eyes, letting it lead me forward. I imagined I was back in Spain. Lovely, warm Spain with the orange trees and the stone courtyards. The sun was the same that had shone on my child-self in the rural part of the country, as well as in the city, when it would peak through church bells swinging back and forth. Sometimes I wondered, if we hadn’t gone back to the US for those couple of months -we pendled back and forth between America and Spain ever since i was born- life would’ve been different. My dad loved Spain more than anything- he would’ve gotten around better than we did here. But of course, doing a worldwide pandemic no flight would take us back. Now I knew I would never get to see the beauty of it again, and I didn't dare think of how it looked now; drowned in the dust of ruin and violence. I imagined the entire country had been enveloped by an impenetrable bubble. Everything there would be the same, spanish men with tan skin and loud laughs, nuns with kind smiles, dusty cats snaking around your ankles in the plazas. 

“Belle?” Joel's gruff voice shook me from my daydream, and I realized that my eyes had been closed the entire time. When i opened them again, joel was in front of me, blocking the bright sun that now shimmered around his shadow like he was an angel. 

“Hm?” 

“If you’re needing anything, now is the time to stock up,” he said, moving out of the way. We were at the foot of a bigger city. The kind with skyscrapers that had cracked halfway down like an old tree in a storm. The kind where plants had overgrown over every surface. Despite everything, the plants thrived and looked more beautiful than when us humans had control over the world. Now we felt like subjects to nature again. 

“Okay.” I needed ammo. I actually didn’t have any left. When I had pointed my gun at Joel, it was as empty a promise as it could be. All I could've done was throw it at him really hard. Maybe he knew. 

“You need ammo,” he said bluntly and started walking. Yes, he definitely knew. I sighed. An old convenience store snaked around the first corner we came to. The windows had been smashed and it looked dark and wet inside. This city might be infected by thousands, I thought. I pulled out a little knife from my belt. 

“Behind me,” Joel ordered, and his broad shoulder obstructed my view, his hands up and steady around his gun, back held tightly in suspense as we opened the door. Strangely enough, the little bell still worked and rang loudly as Joel opened the door. We were greeted, unluckily. A hoarse, broken sound of something once human screeched out as soon as we stepped inside. 

“Hide,'' Joel hissed, pushing me to the side behind an old rack of magazines. I nearly slipped on the dirty tile floor, wet with mud and blood and footprints. I snaked along the isles and pressed up against the corner. Joel was ahead, peering out behind the magazines. Clicking noises. They made shivers dance up my spine and I had to stop my body from crawling in on itself. On my left, between the back wall and an old produce aisle, I heard a low snarl and a click click click. Those noises were impossible for any human to make, ear piercing even when whispered. 

Joel moved swiftly and I whipped my head around to see him charge forward and out of my sight. If he didn’t know about the second clicker, it would come at him unprepared when the other would howl into its death. And I couldn’t tell him. I clutched the knife until the bones in my hand shook and left footsteps of mud as I ran the other way from Joel. I didn’t have time to strategise, or sneak because I heard the roar of the other clicker. It was like the sound activated something in me because I hurled onto the other clicker, stabbing with all my might into the stringy, meaty neck of the monster. The feel of the knife penetrating through flesh ripped through my hand, but I did it again. And again. Its arms flailed out trying to pry me off by scratching along my legs. Being clamored to such a nasty creature made me want to run; fast, hard and far. Instead I stabbed it over and over wherever the knife would hit, hoping it wouldn’t tear my own skin on accident. A pair of very human hands grabbed the creature's head and flung it to the ground, shaking me off simultaneously. I fell flat on my ass while Joel put one last stab in its back and the sounds died out with a painful wheeze. 

The palms of my hands burned where they had scraped the ground, blood mixing with mud. 

“Are you okay?” Joel asked, his gun pointed to the ground, though he still held it tight to his body, peering out the broken glass and into the backrooms of the kiosk. I reached up, and to my surprise tears were warm on my cheeks again. I really had to stop crying so much. I nodded and went to stand up. My bones had seemed to liquify and I might've fallen into a puddle, like spilled ice cream if I tried moving. 

I was so tired. My body had been on high alert ever since- ever since I killed all those people, and Kane found me on the ground. At that moment I hated that I didn’t have any bullets. He thought I was dead, but I scattered like a mouse when he tried to ransack me for stuff. I surrendered fully to him and his group- the only people around me that hadn’t died. 

“Hey! Are you hurt?” Joel asked, louder and seemingly annoyed at my lack of response. 

“No.” I didn’t have any wounds, at least. With a slipping grip I held onto the aisle shelves and dragged my skeleton up. A handprint of dark blood was left on the white, shiny metal. I didn’t want to look at it, and didn’t want to know how I looked, splattered in blood and tears. I bet my hair was all messed up. I liked to be clean in this unsanitary world but found it increasingly harder as time went by to uphold the same face and delicacy as before. My personal battle with the world; I was a restorer of softness in a place where everything was dirty and old. It was an art I felt everyone around me had left behind- the small joys and beauties of caring for yourself. Nice smells, blooming flowers, red cheeks. 

I started, realizing I was just standing, with no purpose or expression. Joel was growing impatient and I picked up my knife, sheathed it after cleaning it thoroughly. 

Joel had already moved along into the next room. 

“You needed ammo?” he asked, muffled behind walls. I puffed up my chest and willed my feet to move. The room was dark and humid. His back was turned to me, broad and bending over crates. 

I didn’t want more ammo, truth be told. “Yes. I don’t have any at all, actually.”

“What gun do you have?” he was rummaging still, pulling things out and placing them in a bag. I didn’t know.

“This one,” I muttered, fishing it out and holding it flat in my palm, balancing it carefully without touching it. The blood on my hands was staining and creasing in the lines of my palm. 

He only took a look at it before turning back around. I went to put the pack of ammo into my bag. The cardboard was wet and the bullets nearly fell from the absolving encasement. 

“You’re supposed to put them in the gun, you know?” Joel said with a brow raised. The scarce hint of amusement and sarcasm was the most emotion he’d expressed in the last 8 hours of knowing each other. It made me nervous, i felt ridiculous because obviously they were going in the gun but i'd rather put it off. I fumbled and the cardboard fell apart beneath my fingertips and bullets scattered onto the tiles, clanging loudly. Joel raised a hand to silence me, looking around. There was a pregnant pause. No clickers. 

I fell to the floor and picked the bullets up one by one, putting them into the holster with gritted teeth. Now it was done. No one said I had to use it just because it was loaded, though that was probably what was expected of me. Joel kept looking at me as if he was trying to figure something out. I didn’t want him to figure anything out so I headed back out into the sun. I felt his eyes following me, and once again I hid behind the horse. The trusty, big horse that divided us. I felt the muscles of its stomach contract under my palm as I smoothed along its side where the sun had hit. It felt the dust that clung to its coat, sweeping it off meticulously until the chestnut brown shone brightly. 

“What’s your name pretty?”  I asked sweetly, feeling the unmatched softness of a horse's mule. It breathed warm air onto the bare skin of my arm, bowing its head like a greeting to me. Whatever was on Joel's mind, he seemed to have dropped it when he came back.

“Doesn’t have one.” Instead of shying away on the other side of the animal, he stood in front of me, a hand held out waitingly. I screwed up my face in confusion. Did he want me to shake his hand? Give him something?

“You can barely walk straight.” he replied to my silent question. I felt grateful, but I didn’t want him to know that my feet were dying. I wasn’t going to be a bother to him already, especially not if he would start pulling me on the horse like a kid.

“That’s okay, I don’t mind walking,” I smiled, but I couldn't make it reach my eyes. I remember my dad would pull the horse along when we had wandered for nearly two days. I'd lay on its thick neck, watching the trees stroll past with half-lidded eyes. Someone stole our horse, though. 

“You follow my rules when you’re with me. We’re riding.” He unbound the horse and got up himself, scooting forward so I could sit behind him. With some awkward difficulty, grabbing Joel's jacket to pull myself up and almost pulling him down, I got up. The horse was big and spacious enough to leave some room between us. My legs tingled with exhaustion; felt light like when you took off a heavy backpack and I fought not to lean forward for something to rest on. I felt the strong body move underneath my legs, shifting us side to side as we rode slowly forward. The sun filtered in and out between the trees as we rode through the city. I peered up at the broken skyscrapers, plants blossoming out of its cracks like the kraken attacking a pirate ship. The horse rocked me like a crib, and with the steady rhythm of hooves, my spine curled more and more. Eventually my head knocked against Joel's back every few minutes. I only took in the world around me in abstract terms, like an art museum. Colors, shapes, sounds, fading in and out of reality. I didn’t even realize when the hooves stopped lulling me to sleep. 

“C’mon, scoot,” Joel suddenly wasn’t in front of me, and I nearly fell forward, catching myself on the broad horseback just in time with frail arms. I dragged myself forward drowsily by his command until my hands could reach the thick, warm neck. I felt Joel behind me, his arms encasing my sides as he grabbed the toils again. His legs squeezed the sides of mine to keep me falling. I tried to start myself awake somehow, tried grabbing the toils or lifting my neck that was impossibly heavy like lead. 

“Just go to sleep,” Joel's voice was soothing and low, and I'd barely registered his words before I fell backwards into him, head lolling against his shoulder. He didn’t move and I dozed off in a matter of seconds, but not before a little, warm tear rolled down my cheek. I hadn’t felt safe going to sleep for years before now.

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[daisyful-gvf]

✿ little wing ✿

part 1

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summary: You take a moment to process where you are: at a dive bar, next to Jake Kiszka, coming off the high of the first of many shows this tour.

The opportunity, scored by your expert tour manager, had seemed almost dream-like at first blush: your little band, formed only a few years ago in your parent’s garage, would be opening for a bonafide rock and roll group.

word count: 1.7k

notes: oh, i am so excited for this series. i don’t expect it to be long until the next chapter 😋 also…bangs jake🥰

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“What’s your drink?” He offers a friendly grin. His hair is damp from the post-show shower. You’d all agreed to meet at the bar across the street after the gig to celebrate.

You smile for a moment, embarrassed to tell him, “Vodka cran.”

He points at the barstool next to you for permission, and after you nod, he slides in. He’s in blue jeans and a faded burgundy t-shirt that’s neckline has seen better days.

“Vodka cran,” he shakes his head as he smiles, “That’s not very rock and roll, doll.”

‘Doll’ makes your cheeks flush in a way that you have to fight to suppress. You shrug.

“It’s tasty, though,” you defend.

“That’s good, I suppose,”

You take a moment to process where you are: at a dive bar, next to Jake Kiszka, coming off the high of the first of many shows this tour.

The opportunity, scored by your expert tour manager, had seemed almost dream-like at first blush: your little band, formed only a few years ago in your parent’s garage, would be opening for a bonafide rock and roll group.

In the whirlwind months following, full of press and preparation, you’d found yourself face-to-face with the guys here and there.

You learned quickly that Josh and Jake were fairly elusive, in different ways. Josh was only bubbly when spoken to, whereas Jake seemed to be confident in leading a conversation, but kept to himself.

Sam and Daniel were sweet and boyish, constantly running from place to place and causing minor chaos in their wake.

They were all kind and talented, but Jake quickly caught your eye.

It was mostly aesthetic—he was beautiful, and he played guitar. Hard not to like.

But you found yourself wondering…

About why his twin’s hair is curly and his is wavy like tree roots and jungle vines. About why he chews on his bottom lip so often, and what kind of chapstick he soothes it with. About how his fingers look nudging the tone knob on the Les Paul, and on and on.

You tried to stop a few times—daydreaming about him, that is. But it was harmless, and he surely was much too pretentious for you, anyhow. A hot guitar hero in his early twenties? Please.

So you tried not to focus on it, and instead, on the opportunity: you, your closest friends, and your yellow Fender playing music you love to crowds across the states.

On your way off the stage tonight, face flushed from the excitement, you had passed Jake in the hallway. His black jeans clung to his thighs, and his black, fringe-lined jacket hung open against his chest. His bangs, choppy and straight, framed his face.

He had tipped his chin up at you in a small nod. It made the breath catch in your throat.

And you had thought of little else until now, where the smell of his freshly applied cologne fills the air around you pleasantly.

His fingers splay out on the wooden bar top, and you catch yourself staring. Their slender, strong form, the black hair tie ring on his middle knuckle…

“Two old fashioneds, please,” Jake nods at the bartender as he orders. His voice is commanding in a gentle way.

“Two?” You grin, looking over at him. He’s close to you—maybe a foot away. You have to consciously hold your leg to your body to make sure it doesn’t bump his knee.

Your eyes dart to his lips almost instinctively before you force them up to his eyes. That’s not much better. They’re a soft, golden sort of brown, and you would let out a pathetic sigh if he wasn’t so near.

“Mhm,” he nods, “One for me, one for when you finish that silly thing,” he points to the aforementioned vodka cran.

“Ordering drinks for a woman,” you roll your eyes playfully, “How rockstar of you,”

He laughs at that—a short, unfiltered chuckle.

“Rockstar, huh?” He clicks his tongue, “I don’t get that often.”

“Oh, I’m sure you don’t,” you grin, finishing off the drink.

There’s a comfortable silence as you set the glass down and the bartender places the gentleman glasses before you, filled with what surely is very expensive whiskey, and a bright garnish of orange and cherry.

Jake opens a tab before you can even offer to pay for them, and then,

“Put that on it too, if you can,” he tells the bartender, pointing to your finished drink.

“You don’t have—“

He waves at you like it’s nonsense and you settle for a soft smile instead.

“Thank you,” you say, sounding far more meek and sweet than intended.

“‘Course,” he grins, lifting his drink, “Cheers to one hell of a first show.”

You clink glasses with him and take a sip, letting the whiskey slip over your tongue. Your cheeks warm from the dark liquor.

“I liked that cover you guys did,” He says as he sets his drink back down. He’s holding eye contact, and it lights both nervousness and comfort in you. “Hendrix?”

You nod, “Little Wing.”

He nibbles on his bottom lip and then grins. “Little Wing…” he echoes, “Damn. Yeah, it was really good. You guys gonna do it at each show?”

As you swallow another sip, you nod, “Yeah. It’s my favorite to do.”

“That’s cool.”

His finger circles the rim of his glass absentmindedly. It catches your attention, though, and you let yourself watch it for a moment. Every little movement he makes encapsulates you, and you feel almost victim to it. Helpless, in a way you’re not inclined to resist.

“You’ll have to teach it to me,” he pulls you out of your daze. You meet his stare as he takes a sip.

“Me?” You’re blushing, now, and there’s no helping it. He swallows and nods.

“Yeah,” he grins, “Sometime.”

You don’t understand why he’s asking you to show him how to play; he’s got years of experience on you. Perhaps he’s just being polite.

“Yeah,” you finally answer after too long of a beat, “Yeah, I’d love to.”

He nods and plays with the cherry in his glass. You realize it’s probably your turn to say something.

“I liked watching your set,” you say.

He perks up, raising an eyebrow at you, “Yeah?”

You nod, “I’ve seen you once before, about a year ago. LA.”

His eyes move back and forth as he flicks through his memories before he lands on it, “Troubadour?”

You nod and his grin spreads.

“What a show,” he takes another drink, “I’m surprised I didn’t recognize you with how small that place is. You think we’ve gotten any better?”

Laughing, you nod, “Yeah, I’d say so. I liked the show then, too, though.”

“Well, good,” he smiles, “I’m glad our manager found you guys. I like your sound, and I think the crowd does, too.”

He seems very genuine in a way that makes you proud.

“Thank you,” you offer honestly, “We’re excited to be here.”

Nodding, he finishes his drink. His eyes flick to your glass, then, which is not quite halfway full.

“You fell behind,” he taps your glass with a flash of a grin, “Drink up, doll, we’ve got to celebrate. Got a whole tour ahead of us.”

Without a second thought, you listen, throwing back the rest of the drink.

“Atta girl,” He chuckles.

As the whiskey stings at your cheeks, you watch him pluck his cherry from the leftover ice in his glass and bite into it with his canines. You’re glad you’ve swallowed the drink already, or you’d have surely choked.

He pops the stem off with a subtle yank and twirls it around between his thumb and pointer finger as he chews the fruit.

In the barstool to your left, Josh slides in with a bounce in his curls and a slightly drunk tinge to his voice.

“Hello there!” He offers as a greeting. He puts a gentle hand on your upper back as he sits, and smiles warmly, “I hope my brother isn’t boring you to death with his brooding guitar talk,”

You laugh and shake your head, “No, no, he’s alright,”

“Alright, huh?”

You look to Jake again, who is grinning with the cherry stem tucked between his teeth.

“I’ll take it,” he shrugs.

“Jake, get that goddamn cherry stem out of your mouth,” Josh reaches behind you and shoves his twin playfully on the shoulder, “No one wants to see your stupid party trick,”

“Let the lady speak for herself,” Jake bites back, “It’s pretty cool. Wanna see?”

You turn your head to Jake and understand what’s happening as his lips close around the stem. His tongue bumps the side of his cheeks occasionally, and his eyes stay gently fixed on you. Moments later, he reaches up to his mouth to pull out the stem, tied with a loose knot.

He holds it up between the two of you and beams.

A laugh bubbles from you, impressed, and trying to cover up the chill that coursed through your body. He’s charming, and he knows it.

“Voila,” Jake finally says, setting the cherry stem in his glass.

“Very nice,” you praise softly, “How many old fashioneds did it take to learn that one?”

“Ah, did it on the first try,” he grins, rapping his fingers on the bar.

“Sure,” you giggle.

“Hey,” your drummer, Paisley, taps you on the shoulder from behind, her blonde hair springing around her as she settles, “Come play pool with me,”

“So we can lose?” You laugh, trying gracefully to stand up from your barstool.

“Duh,” she laughs loudly, “Where’s the fun in winning?”

She tugs you by the hand but you plant your feet, turning around to Josh first to say a goodbye. You turn to Jake, then, and he is already watching you with a gentle gaze.

“Thank you for the drinks,” you say, “And I’m excited for the tour. I’m sure I’ll see you around?”

He nods once and points a finger gun at you, “Absolutely. You’re gonna teach me Little Wing, yeah?”

You smiled and nod. As he nods back, Paisley finally tugs you hard enough that you follow, back into the smoke-filled bar.

As you shoot pool, poorly, all you can think of is that damned maraschino cherry between his sharp, white teeth.

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[smol-grey-tea]

I'm so fucking pissed off. I have good news that's also bad news at the same time.

I've been taking sertraline every morning since last Tuesday and have seen great results. First of all, I generally feel better and calmer. I do more chores more often and am just generally happy.

Something I noticed tho as I was diarying a couple days ago: I only paced that day for about 15 minutes. The whole day. In total.

I felt very proud of that and I decided that yesterday I would try not to pace for the whole day. I simply tried to focus on other things and the day went without pacing at all. I felt very proud of this because under normal circumstances this would've been a literally impossible accomplishment.

However.

Satisfied with my day, I got into bed and got ready to daydream something before sleep as I always do. But. I found that they didn't come naturally anymore. I had to actually make the conscious decision to daydream but I couldn't even do that. I tried but it didn't work: it just felt like I was looking at it through a window. Distant and painfully unreal.

A theory I've had about daydreaming is that the content of the daydreams is produced by the subconscious taking your emotions and filtering out the cause of them so it seems like you're getting emotional about the daydream instead of the original cause of the emotion. So, emotions you feel from daydreams aren't actually because of the daydream. You already have a real life problem or something that's making you feel that way that your brain doesn't want you to think about so it replaces the 'cause' in your mind with the daydream.

I hate that I continue to prove myself right.

Under normal circumstances, waking up in the middle of the night would lead me to have a scary/sad emotional daydream that may cause me to cry. And yet here I am, on sertraline, waking up and crying about an actual real life problem now.

I think I'm going to pace today because I need to experiment with that. I'm scared that even if I'm pacing I still might not be able to daydream. I remember the last time I was pacing I did daydream kinda normally but most of the daydreaming was stuff about real life instead of my paracosm.

And that pisses me off so. Fucking. Much. I've had a similar issue before where I wasn't able to daydream, like I was looking at it through glass before and it fucking disgusts me, it's the most wretched thing to feel.

I wouldn't mind if sertraline just made me stop feeling the need to pace. I could still daydream without feeling that horrible urge and I'd be ok, I just wouldn't need to rely on it. But I fucking hate to be completely robbed of that ability almost entirely.

I'm not totally sure how I'm going to deal with this... I think if I stopped taking the meds then the ability would come back but it's really not a reason to stop taking a medication because you should only do such a thing by a doctor's advice.

So now I feel like I'm stuck. It's great that I'm not pacing, I love that. But for the love of God do not take away my daydreams :( I am Faith, what's gonna happen to her? Who am I without her? I love her so much please don't take her away..

[writtengalaxies]

could you please do an captain's assistant x head engineer mark?

maybe he tries to get with the reader through the captain?

super fluffy and cute and sweet please :)

Oooh! A non-Captain romance for Engi? Oooh ho ho!

Being the captain's assistant is a bit of a nerve-wracking job. Not just because the captain relies on you to keep track of everything, and not just because it's just as easy to feel as if the weight of anything going wrong is in your hands. Honestly, you're just a personal assistant to the most important person with the most authority in the colony. That's fine. Nothing stressful.

...Who are you kidding, it's incredibly stressful, and really your habit of trying to stay caffeinated to keep up with the stoic, yet constantly energetic captain is a bit daunting. One of the perks, however, is getting to see so much of your crush.

Despite how various crew leads might feel about him, the head engineer is honestly a little dreamy. Strong, confident, with a light in his eyes when he talks about the ship or the stars. His smile is contagious, he manages to memorize everyone's names and what they do, and even if he and Dr. Kelvina fight constantly, he always still had praise for everyone. More than once the captain has given you a little nudge to remind you that you're staring. They always do it with a knowing smile, a soft laugh, and a gentle reminder of what you need to keep track of.

You're pretty sure at this point, the only person who doesn't know about your crush on him is the man himself.

After all, there's no way it could ever work out. Not with how, since cryo-sleep ended, he and the captain were closer, seemed to share something unspoken. You knew that the captain would let him down gently, but things could have changed. If they did, then...well, you'd just be happy he was still nearby. Though, these days, the two of them often spoke very quietly, just the two of them. You could see the way his face would flush at a distance, and how they both checked to see where you were before talking. Like they were trying to spare you of whatever was going on.

That's the conclusion you came to a week ago, and were resigned to trying to get over your crush. This morning, however, you found a little note slipped under your door. You weren't entirely sure who's handwriting it was, but the little poem about your smile made you cover your mouth as you giggled. Over the course of the day, you'd think back to that note and smile, often just out of the blue.

"What's got you so you chipper today?"

The captain smiled, listening to you stumble over the words about you finding the note, and how it made you feel.

The rest of the crew noticed how much more you were smiling, too, and it became a little more infectious. Your smile only faded when you saw Mark talking so excitedly with the captain, reminding you that even in your wildest hopes, it couldn't be him.

The next morning, a new note, but this one was about how your eyes shine when you talk about things you love.

The morning after that, it was a poem about your laugh.

Day after day, another little poem came through, until those stopped...and it was just little confessions, all still in the same handwriting.

I love watching you work. You're so dedicated to your job, it makes me want to be better at mine. I wish you could see how you light up. It's like all the lights in the room dim because you're so bright. Sometimes I wonder if you realize how much you make my day better just by being around. I wish that you'd look at me, and only me. I really want to hold you. Do you daydream about a date with me too? A picnic, just the two of us, no cares in the world. Maybe you like stargazing better?

You've started collecting all the notes in a little notebook, a spare one you keep in your room. They make your heart soar just reading them, and no matter how tough the day way, they make it better.

The more you thought about it, the more you wanted to know who it was. So you got up early one morning, waiting to see the note slide under your door. You didn't even look at the paper before slapping your hand against the sensor, watching the door slide open with your heart in your throat. Who would it be? Who could be this sweet? Who could make you feel this loved without every saying the words?

You blinked, staring at where Mark was crouched, caught off guard by you being already awake. As much as your heart wanted to soar, tears came to your eyes. He hadn't so much as looked at you, had been talking with the captain...

"I. Uh. Good morning--"

"Why?"

That confused him, as he stumbled to his feet. "What?"

"You and the captain--"

"What?" He stared at you before his brain caught up. Eyes wide, the head engineer shook his head, waving his arms. "No! No no no no! We're not--no! I was asking them for advice! And if you liked--! I was asking them about you!"

"...W-what?"

"I. I wasn't sure that you liked me, and I...I got nervous thinking about it, and Captain suggested just. Writing down how you make me feel and. Can...do you want to go on a date?"

You scrubbed away the tears in your eyes as you launched yourself forward, kissing him fiercely. He took a breath as he pulled away, his eyes sparkling like starlight.

"So is that a yes?"

[madness-in-the-flesh]

Would you happen to have any Sheriff headcanons? Also coolios on the upcoming vacation. Hope you have fun and get that sweet r&r or however you plan to spend your time.

yeah totally! Here you go anon!

Ahh yeah been super excited for it!! been a while since I got some quality time with my sib n' dad so I'm super duper excited!! +) Got a couple things planned too!!

Sheriff General Headcannons

GENRE - Romantic

Trigger warnings - Stockholm Syndrome, Implied Kidnapping, Murder & Murder threat, Gun Violence & Gun threat, Mention of Children ( Adoption wise anyways. ), idealization, Toxic mindsets, delusions, stalking, intimidation, Maladaptive Daydreaming mention, Isolation

Sheriff is possibly one of the better yanderes around Nevada under certain circumstances. Compared to the likes of others, He's a lot more manageable is your able to work with him. This is due to him being both delusional and wanting nothing more than to live in peace with you but that's only IF you play along.

He often daydreams . This has turned into almost a form of maladaptive daydreaming which has almost gotten to the point it takes up most of the time he spends at his desk instead of signing papers. Which has lead to him rushing it and not being able to get everything done

He doesn't really hide his feelings for you, constantly flirting and calling you affectionate pet names. He'll get you gifts and show you his love via hugs, kisses, etc. No matter how much it makes you uncomfortable and tell him to stop, he's already too far gone. To him, It's almost like you two are already in a relationship and in his ideal fantasy world: You are.

He's nice, easy going but isn't stupid. He won't let you go once he has you, even if you ask nicely. Anything else you want though? it's yours. He'll try to get his boys ( aka MERC ) to come around and help him out with it. Thanks to the sense of community Sheriff has established, most will be more than happy to help him out.

He'll also make sure to get some to stalk you and others to dig up some information. He wants to know your likes and dislikes after all! He wants to make sure he can make you happy and compatible in any and every possible way! Maybe even snag a missing item that he can claim you left while visiting him, Y'know. So he has an excuse to see you and play a little bit of the hero.

Wants so desperately to be your hero, to save you from the madness. Wants you to idolize him and swoon as he goes past and winks. Just overall: in his head, he's the cool cowboy who saves the damsel/Damoiseau in distress aka you. It's just how it's meant to be!

He'll get all giggly around you. constantly complimenting you to the point it becomes awkward. Even the littlest thing, Whether it's about your smell or the certain little thing that no one else knows or should know. He just nervously spurs them out, thinking it's endearing when it makes your skin crawl - terrifying you because he shouldn't know that

You could probably kill him and get away but it would result in the MERCS hunting you down for the rest of your days. Not exactly ideal. He just loves you too much to fight back against you or any violence you throw at him - Also he's cowardly. He'd rather run from you than fight, so he usually flees the room if you start trying to get violent with him.

However, With as much as he'd never dream of harming you. He would never let anyone hurt you. Not in a million years, With how soft and sweet he is with you, It'll come as a surprise to the fact he won't hesitate to gun down anyone who even thinks of you the wrong way.

No one gets to tell you that you aren't the perfect thing to ever grace Nevada. You are the best thing that ever happened to him and he will not tolerate slander. Not even from his own men. If anyone does so in his presence or gets told by another member of MERC, He'll make their death easy but in no ways quick.

A lot of people forget just how intimidating he can be but keep in mind, When he is running in every appearance, both in the series and game, The most deadly men of Nevada are behind him. His voice can get real deep and he knows how to make most people's skin crawl from a tilt of his hat and a couple words alone.

Can get insanely paranoid too which had lead him to keeping you close to him. He doesn't want to lose you, he's already lost so much, will only leave you with his most trusted allies and even then - he's constantly checking in. He just wants to live in peace with you, maybe you could even have kids! ( maybe you guys could adopt?... somehow. ) He just really wants the whole domestic fucking package.

But his paranoia leads him to isolating you you - probably the only one you see. It's both to keep you safe. However this might end up with you warming up to him quicker. Grunts are social creatures and flock to each other because they desire that attachment and belonging. You are no different, so when he is the only one you see in your prison, You may start to develop Stockholm syndrome because you crave social interaction and possible affection.

I would not recommend testing the waters. You can't really trust him as far as you can throw him. If you push him far enough, Break too many of his delusions, stripping him of his ideal fantasy world and force him to face reality? It WILL result in severe punishment and an even worse yandere.

He'll essentially " trains " you to go along with it - To meet his expectations and work hard to make his fantasy a reality. You have to because he loves you and there is no other option in his head. He'll become a lot more colder and easily angered over the littlest mistakes you make. Bereding you with insults for not playing along.

He's not playing the nice guy anymore and doesn't intent when he gave you so many chances to play along, to just give him that little bit of indulgence. Just once, Please recuperate his affections because you're slowly wearing him down and he doesn't wanna resort to hurting you. He really doesn't want too, so he'll get other, expendable grunts to do it ( after - slaughtering them for laying a hand on his darling. ).

He's desperate for you to love him back and he will go to any means to get it.

[biiedwin8]

What Are the Withdrawal Symptoms of Stopping Maladaptive Daydreaming?

Today, I'll be addressing the question of whether MDD, like stopping MDD, has withdrawal symptoms. Let's consider the same scenario as when you withdraw from drug abuse or stop taking alcohol; you experience symptoms. Imagine quitting MDD, waking up tomorrow, and deciding not to daydream again. Every time you feel the urge to daydream, maybe you'll call a friend or engage in a different activity. Yes, there are withdrawal symptoms when you stop your coping mechanism. This is because that coping mechanism serves a purpose – it provides temporary relief or a safe haven when faced with overwhelming emotions or situations.

These emotions may include feeling irritable, angry, sad, or lonely. Daydreaming or engaging in addictive behavior often serves as a soothing escape from these emotions. If you stop this coping mechanism, the emotions it was helping you manage may resurface. You might feel irritable, angry, sad, or even depressed. Withdrawal symptoms, similar to other addictive behaviors, can make you feel down because the suppressed emotions are now emerging. When deciding to stop MDD, it's crucial to consider how you'll manage these emotions when they arise.

It's advisable to plan ahead rather than simply willing yourself to stop. If you stop and experience intense pain, you may convince yourself that daydreaming is a better alternative. However, facing this pain is where transformation occurs. Be prepared to manage these emotions with coping strategies like journaling, exercising, talking to a friend, or allowing yourself to cry. Developing a plan to deal with withdrawal symptoms puts you in a better position to realize that facing and processing these emotions gradually allows you to let them go.

If you attempt to quit without a plan, it may backfire, leading you to return to the habit even more strongly. Having strategies to deal with withdrawal symptoms helps you understand that facing these emotions enables their release, leading to better emotional management. Seek help when these emotions are at the surface, as this marks the beginning of processing and letting go. Healing involves creating a safe environment to process suppressed emotions.

In summary, withdrawal symptoms may include a range of negative emotions, but having effective coping mechanisms is crucial for releasing and managing these emotions. Don't let withdrawal symptoms discourage you; instead, let them encourage you to work on processing and healing.

Note from the Author

If you’re ready and you’d like my help with overcoming and managing your maladaptive daydreaming without spending years in therapy, then you can book a FREE BREAKTHROUGH CALL with me HERE. Happy healing 💙💙. Feel free to share and comment! Use this information with caution, it comes from my own thoughts & bias, experiences and research😊.

[candles-inthewoods]

INTRO & WARNINGS

Hello there, my name is Rosemary. I use she/her pronouns. I'm over 18 (23 y/o), but there is NO blatant explicit content in this blog.

This is a side-blog for curating content that reminds me of The Gothic. Specifically Gothic Romances, with a heroine lead. Fucked up coming-of-age tales, with a dramatic and historical edge to them. This blog will include unnerving themes and imagery, so please leave if you're sensitive for your own benefit.

This is a side-blog, so I will not be able to be mutuals or start conversations. If you'd like to get in touch with me, do send me an ask! And if you'd like to talk more, I'll reach out to you through my personal account.

CW List, Tag Directory and Media Inspo after the cut 🦢🗡️🥀

LIST OF SENSITIVE TOPICS

abduction, blood, cannibalism (#devour), excessive/ gratuitous violence, gore, psychological torment, supernatural monsters and elements, unhealthy + toxic relationships, etc

These topics will not be tagged individually.

You are strongly advised to leave this blog if you are uncomfortable with these topics.

You are responsible for your experience on Tumblr. I cannot physically stop you from following so it's your judgement for your own sake.

TAG DIRECTORY

#actual advice — The Gothic explores and highlights human flaws and points of conflict. But they say a character flaw is just a character’s strength taken too far. A trait in reverse. So, if you reverse all of these constructive, helpful observations and just see them from another angle… these keys to recovery end up as destructive tragedies. And Gothic stories are often the biggest tragedies there are.

#art — Artwork that depicts the aesthetic.  

#analysis — Posts that are serious insights into gothic tropes and stories. Analyses and academic papers and such.

#board — collages, mood boards, web weaves, gif sets

#characters — characters and the interactions between them

#costume — Outfits that vibe with the aesthetic.

#gothic heroine shit — Original tag for #ingenue things. Focuses on active and angsty female leads, instead of dream-like feeble female leads. Byronic she-bastards versus whiling waifs. Hopefully, I can figure out how to reorganize my posts so I can use this tag again.

#gothic pulp — Artwork from the Women-Running-Away-From-Houses era of Gothic literature. Art style ranges from the 1940s to the 1970s.

#holy — These posts specifically include religious themes and imagery.

#ingenue things — This tag includes posts and pieces that explore the portrayal of the protagonist in the aesthetic. There will be shitposts. It also includes my personal interpretation of what this type of protagonist might be like.

#mine — My own posts… both serious and silly.

#people — Images of figures that I believe would exist in this world.

#places — Images of various estates, castles, forests, churches and other similar scenes.

#poetry — Various quotes, short stories, translations and poems.

#prompt — Ideas, prompts and plots that can make for interesting stories in this genre. Mostly for personal daydreams. Includes actual stories.

#recs — Recommendations for any works in this genre (typically films or novels).

#tropes —

#writing help — How to write a better story or better characters.

#yearning — shitposts that poke fun or straight-up idealize the Gothic

FOOLERY

🌘 a pearl from the pile: a random post from this blog

🌘 what haunts your heart: asks that i've answered

🌘 the cultural touchstone of our generation: a personal list of (tv) tropes that fascinates me

🌘 how to navigate tags on desktop

MEDIA INSPO

🕯️ Candyman (1996) 🕯️ Corpse Bride 🕯️Crimson Peak 🕯️ Curse of Strahd 🕯️ Ghost (the band) 🕯️ Hannibal (2019) 🕯️ Haunted Mansion (2003) 🕯️ Phantom of the Opera 🕯️ (tbc)

If you have any recommendations, please send them in. I'm always looking for that perfect story that captures the feeling.

[purplesurveys]

1875

bonesofivory All questions from the Loaded Questions game

For what one thing would you like to have a monthly subscription or membership? Weverse would be the best if they start a content subscription that would just let me watch all the K-pop content whenever. Like having their own Netflix.

What is the key to success? I don't think there is one, and if there should be one. Everyone's interpretation of success is different and for me that means it would be hard to determine a One Thing that would automatically lead to it for everyone.

What is something you would only do in the privacy of your own home? Not sure if there's anything. There's places like hotels that are meant to make you feel at home, and I've def maximized that invitation.

What is something you find hard to stop doing once you start? Daydreaming, especially if I've identified a scenario I get invested in.

What could you buy for your home to make it more impressive? I'd personally get a gate.

What nickname would you choose for the current President? Nepo Baby.

What yard sign would you proudly display in front of your house? Maybe something praising how handsome our dogs are and that they are friendly and love to be pet too, haha.

What do you think about most often? I've been ultra-focused on work and what I can do for my teammates to be a better director for them. At 8 months I still consider myself new to the role and Bea set such a high standard, so I feel like it's something I will always be insecure about.

What is the strangest thing you have ever typed into a search engine? I'm sure I've typed some very unique questions but nothing comes to mind at the moment.

If you were suddenly lose everything, what would you do next? Look for a place to live so that we can at least start again somehow and have a place to stay while we think of what to do next.

If you could invent a better way to do something, what would it be? A process that can help ensure that concert tickets go to deserving fans, lol.

What do you think is humanity’s greatest achievement? Being able to explore outer space and find out how to compute for the universe's history and likely fate.

What activity can you do for a long time without being bored? Anything to do with BTS tbh.

What is the saddest way you could spend Valentine’s Day? Being actively bitter about it. It's really no big deal.

What job would you gladly do for free? None. Pay me hahaha.

What organization would definitely never have you as a member? Anything religious.

If you had to be on a stage doing one thing in front of a million people, what would it be? Walking off it. Being in front of a million people is a no thanks for me lol.

What is something you realized recently while looking in the mirror? That I currently have a pimple in the middle of my forehead.

What is the most obvious trait or feature you inherited from one of your parents? My tendency to over-panic, from my mom.

What word just came to mind? Dysfunctional, as the last question made me think of my family.

If you made all the rules, what one thing would be free for everyone? Education.

What would instantly ruin a neighborhood? Any sort of extremist.

What is something you pretended to like? Comic books.

What could entertain you for hours? BTS.

What makes you want to puke? Really strong body odor.

What is the main ingredient in your recipe for disaster? A flat tire.

If you had to pick one thing to be allergic to, what would it be? Unreasonable clients, so I can have a valid excuse to get away from them.

What about you is pretty close to perfect? Nothing.

During what activity do people look the least attractive? Idk, I'd go with puking.

What historical event would you most like to have witnessed? Apollo 11.

What subject makes you say, “Don’t get me started”? Beyonce not winning AOTY for either Lemonade or Renaissance.

What would you purposely leave off a resume? A photo.

If you had to be the world’s worst at something, what would you choose? Worst at following her budget...

If your home had a secret passageway, where would it lead? To another country.

What one moment in your life do you wish you had on video? Meeting Angela in Grade 1.

If Halloween was every day and you could not change costumes, what would you be? Rachel Green.

[undaydream]

Why are so many mdders just okay with having it? Are you getting confused with immersive daydreaming or is the feeling of doing it such a relief that you don’t want to stop?

[engie-ivy]

Yes, he's in the hospital and doesn't remember anything about himself, but it's actually not that bad. His memories are sure to come back in a matter of days, and until then, he can spend time eating, sleeping, reading, daydreaming about that ridiculously attractive Healer...

(The aim is Funny and Fluffy Wolfstar)

It's Like the First Time

“Everything seems to be in order,” the Healer Trainee, Aubrey, says. “As we expected. How’s the dizziness?”

“When I’m laying down, it doesn’t bother me,” he replies.

“That’s good,” Aubrey smiles. “The dizziness and light-headedness should gradually disappear over the upcoming days, and then the memories will come back after.”

He nods. He’d be more worried about all his memories being gone if the Healers at St Mungo’s weren’t so certain they’ll all come back in a matter of days. Dizziness, light-headedness, and amnesia; it’s a familiar picture when being hit with a Confundo-charm from a defective wand, which the Healers have encountered many times before and has apparently happened to him during some friendly duelling.

It’s always the same picture: the dizziness and light-headedness slowly lessening, and the memories all coming back at once after two to at most five days. Like, one moment you know nothing, and the next you remember everything.

Well, he doesn’t exactly know nothing. His semantic memory is intact, meaning he has basic knowledge and remembers facts and skills. He knows he’s a wizard, he knows the hospital is called St Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, he knows the people in the lime green robes are the Healers, he knows that since he’s a wizard he probably went to Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry, and he knows perfectly well how to perform a wide variety of charms, jinxes, hexes and curses. (So luckily those years at Hogwarts weren’t for nothing)

What he doesn’t know is anything about himself. His episodic memory, memory for any kind of life events, is completely gone. Who he is, what he does, what he has done, who he knows, it’s all gone. His own mum could walk into the room, and he’d think she was the laundry lady. (Luckily, she seemed like a very nice lady, and had thought it rather funny)

The only thing he knows about himself, not because he remembers, but because it’s the only thing they told him, is that he’s someone named Remus Lupin. Apparently, in the past, trying to fill in the gaps has proven to be more frustrated than helpful for the patient and, as the memories will come back on their own anyway, quite unnecessary. Therefore, they don’t tell him much else, and all he can do is wait.

Past experience has also shown that the patient often finds it quite stressful, and even frightening, to be surrounded by lots of people who all know him, and whom he feels like he should recognize, but doesn’t. Therefore, friends and family are only allowed in limited numbers, one new person a day, which started with his mum.

His mum had brought him his favourite novel, saying that he read it so many times, and would always wish he could erase it from his memory just so he could read it again with the same sense of anticipation. Well, she had figured this was his chance. Now, all he can do is lie in bed, read his book, and eat food, which is... Well, pretty great actually.

He doesn’t have anything to worry about. How can he worry about anything if he doesn’t remember anything? It’s like having a little break from life and all its expectations and responsibilities. (Though the fact that he’s so happy about having no worries, makes him think that this Remus Lupin normally worries quite a lot)

When a Healer comes to see him, he suddenly knows something else about himself: he’s very, very gay.

The Healer has a classic, aristocratic beauty to him, with his sharp cheekbones and full lips, and his eyes are of a clear grey, that appears silver, which contrasts quite nicely with the strands of raven black hair that have fallen from the messy bun on top of his head. And no one has the right to look that good in lime green robes, which he fills out pretty well with his lean, muscular body.

The Healer gives him a soft smile, and really, if he smiles at all his patients like that, the whole hospital must be diagnosed with palpitations. “How’re you feeling?” the Healer asks in a warm, deep voice.

He wonders whether his semantic memory has failed him after all, as he suddenly seems to have forgotten how speaking works. “Erm...” he says, very eloquently.

The Healer frowns, and looks at Aubrey. “Isn’t the confusion supposed to be gone by now?”

Aubrey looks from the Healer to him and back to the Healer, while a knowing smile appears on her face. “Don’t worry,” she tells the Healer. “He has been perfectly responsive and coherent all day.”

“Has he had some Anti-Confusion Concoction?”

“He’s had a small dose, as the confusion was already wearing off on his own.”

“Are you going to give him Memory Potion?” the Healer continues his questioning.

Aubrey shakes her head. “We have already given him Mandrake Restorative Draught against the spell’s physical effects. Adding Memory Potion might make the dose of Stewed Mandrake too high. As we can be certain all memories will come back on their own, it isn’t worth the risk.”

The Healer nods thoughtfully. “So only a daily dose of Restoration Potion until all effects have subsided, I assume?”

“Yes,” Aubrey agrees. “Based on past experience, that’ll in all likeliness be sufficient.”

The Healer turns his head back to him, and that soft smile is back in place. He opens his mouth to speak, but right at that moment, a bright flash can be seen, and a gazelle made out of shining white light is standing in front of them.

“I’m so sorry to disturb on a moment like this,” a stressed-sounding voice of a young woman comes from the Patronus, that is directing itself to the Healer. “But you’re needed back at the HADA department immediately! We’re having an emergency.”

The Healer curses under his breath. He takes a step towards the door, but then stops to look back at him with a pained expression.

“He’s in good hands,” Aubrey says.

The Healer nods. “I’ll be back as soon as I can,” he tells him, before hurrying out the door.

Though his mum was right, and the novel is really good, he has trouble focusing on it from that moment on. He’s constantly interrupted by thoughts of bright, silver-grey eyes. Merlin, he’s seen the guy once, and he’s acting like a twelve-year-old with a crush!

Telling himself off for it doesn’t stop him from looking up hopefully the moment he catches a glimpse of lime-green robes. It’s quite a disappointment when the Healer that walks in to check his vitals is a greying, grumpy man with a face that seems to be twisted in a permanent scowl. Asking him where the good-looking Healer went to seems kind of impolite though, so he just sits and nods whenever the Healer grumbles something unintelligible.

“So, why have I gotten a different Healer?” he asks Aubrey later, trying to sound casual.

“Different Healer?” she asks, not understanding.

“Yeah,” he says, feeling to his great annoyance that his cheeks begin to flush. “There was this older man checking up on me, while before, there was the young man with the broad shoulder, shining dark hair, sweet smile, pretty eyes...” He trails off.

“Oh!” Understanding, and a not insignificant amount of amusement, appear on Aubrey’s face. “Oh, he wasn’t not your Healer, sweetie! He was visiting.”

“Ah,” he sighs disappointedly. So the Healer had only been here for some sort of second opinion, and he probably won’t be back. It was too good to be true, to have a Healer like that around as a nice distraction.

“Healer Black works for the Healing Against the Dark Arts Department,” Aubrey continues.

“You know him?” he asks.

“I know of him. But honestly,” she adds with a wink. “Everyone working at St Mungo’s knows of Healer Black!”

He chuckles. “I suppose he cannot not catch your eye.”

“It’s not just his appearance,” Aubrey says. “Healer Black is the leading expert on healing Dark Arts-related injuries and combating curses from the Dark Arts. He has invented novel Healing Spells and revolutionized the protocol for treating curses. Healers from all over the world consult him on their cases, and patients come to see him from all over the world.”

“Wow...” he sighs again, but this time it’s a more wistful sigh. He doesn’t even care anymore that he sounds like a love-struck teenager. Maybe Aubrey will write it off as a side-effect of the Confundo-charm. He briefly wonders about that himself, but as those bright, silver-grey eyes come to mind again, he knows he’s under a whole different kind of spell.

“Yeah,” Aubrey smiles. “He’s quite a remarkable man.”

“So I guess I won’t be seeing him again then,” he says dejectedly, letting his head hang. He wonders why they’d sent that Healer to come see him in the first place, as he surely must’ve had better things to do.

He hears a choked noise besides him, and he looks up at Aubrey, who seems to be stifling a laugh, with her hand pressed against her mouth. “Don’t worry, love,” she says with obvious amusement in her voice. “I’m sure you’ll be seeing more of him.”

The young man sitting next to his bed has been talking about his wife and their baby for an hour straight. Though it really isn’t so bad. His stories are quite amusing, and the man is very charismatic. He has sparkling eyes, and hair so messy, he had immediately checked whether it wasn’t storming outside when the man had entered. He has a disarming smile and a contagious laugh, and is surprisingly easy to talk to. He says his name is James Potter, and he’s Remus Lupin’s best friend.

He has to give Remus Lupin a pat on the back for having made such a nice friend. Honestly, the idea of socializing with new people, trying to make friends, does not appeal to him, and he’s glad to know Remus already has them.

“And I just went to see Sirius,” James says. “Well, more like I was speed walking next to him in the two minutes he had to get from one room to another. He still managed to apologize twenty times though. Normally, I’d say he should be sorry, but the poor guy seems to hardly have any time to eat or sleep.” James shakes his head. “Did you hear what happened? Three children were playing in the woods, and they must’ve accidentally touched an unknown cursed object. They were brought in barely conscious and with a mother completely beside herself. So of course, ‘the widely renowned and highly acclaimed, capable-of-the-impossible Healer Black’ was the only one who might save them. And he has, as they seem to be recovering,” James adds, relieved. “But really, there aren’t many excuses that would justify him not being here, but having to save children’s lives is definitely one of them.”

“Thank Merlin those children are alright. That sounds- Wait,” he says, before sitting up. “Healer Black? You know Healer Black?”

James blinks at him. “Ehm... Yeah?”

“Merlin, that man is so handsome!” he exclaims. “He was here for like two minutes, before he got called away to other patients, but I just can’t stop thinking about him! He already looks perfect, and now you’re telling me that he’s some kind of miracle Healer saving children’s lives?” He sighs. “It’s just not fair.”

At first, James still looks confused. Then his eyes widen in understanding, and his mouth starts twitching like he’s trying to hold back laughter.

He doesn’t blame him. He’d laugh at himself too, with how ridiculous he’s been acting over this random Healer. He just hopes he won’t have embarrassed Remus Lupin too much once his memories have returned.

“Don’t worry,” James says, in an amused voice. “Healer Black will come back as soon as he has the time.”

Now, his own eyes widen. “You really think he’d come to see me again?”

James lets out a strangled noise and starts coughing, which he strongly suspects being a laugh quickly covered up by a cough. “Yes,” James replies, suppressed laughter still sounding through in his voice. “I really think so.”

He knows it’s rather pathetic, but as he’s got nothing better to do, he did it anyway. He practiced what he’s going to say to Healer Black when, or if, he comes back.

He’ll tilt his head slightly downwards, so he’ll look up at the man through his lashes, and then he’ll give him a coy smile, while softly saying ‘Healer Black. It’s so good to see you again. I’ve heard many great things about you, and what you did for those children is truly admirable.’ Luckily, flirting seems to fall under semantic memory.

However, when the moment comes that Healer Black enters the room again, his carefully constructed plan falls apart.

At first, he’s stunned that yes, Healer Black really looks like that, and he hasn’t made it better in his head. Alright, the man has bags under his eyes, his robes are rumpled, and his hair is slightly greasy and so much strands are peaking out of his bun, making it look more messy than what would qualify as a normal messy bun, but he still looks like the most beautiful person in the world. He doesn’t even notice Aubrey and James walk in after Healer Black.

He opens his mouth to deliver his carefully practiced lines, but the words die in his throat as Healer Black... Well, flings himself at him. He literally splays out on top of him, hugging him close and pressing his face in the crook of his neck. “I missed you so much,” Healer Black murmurs against his skin.

He freezes. Yes, he has forgotten quite a lot, but he’s still pretty sure this is not the standard operating procedure for Healers to greet their patients. “Erm...” He says, once again ever so eloquently.

Healer Black lifts his head and looks up at him in confusion, but he can’t possibly be more confused than he’s feeling.

James scrapes his throat. “Remus, may I introduce you to Healer Sirius Black-Lupin, your husband?”

“So neither one of you decided to tell him?” Healer Black has crossed his arms over his chest and is glaring at Audrey and James.

“I’m sorry, Healer Black!” Aubrey squeaks. “I know I should’ve told him, but it was just too cute, watch him be all smitten with his own husband.”

He isn’t really listening. He’s openly staring at Healer Black. Apparently, he bloody married the guy, so it’s allowed, right?

“I don’t know how you pulled this off, Remus Lupin,” he whispers under his breath. “But thank you, and kudos to you, mate, kudos to you.”

As he looks at Healer Black up and down (at some point he’ll really have to stop referring to his husband as Healer Black, probably), he suddenly really wishes for his memories to come back fast, as there are some things he’d really like to remember.

Though on the other hand, he thinks, biting his lip, maybe ‘Healer Black’ won’t mind freshening up his memory in the meantime?

“Ugh,” Remus groans, hiding his face against Sirius’ chest. “I can’t believe I was practically drooling over you!”

Sirius chuckles while he’s rubbing soft circles on Remus’ back. “You were cute.”

As a reply, Remus just groans again.

“I’m sorry, though,” Sirius says, suddenly quietly. “It wouldn’t have happened if I had been by your side as I was supposed to be.”

Remus lifts up his head to look at Sirius. “Hey, none of that! You were saving lives.” He presses a quick kiss to his husband’s lips. “You wouldn’t have wanted to be anywhere else, and I wouldn’t have wanted you to be anywhere else.”

Sirius smiles softly at him, and Remus lays his head back on his chest. “Besides, it was a good reminder that I should be more proud of my accomplishment to get Healer Black to marry me.”

Sirius barks a laugh, that Remus can feel vibrating in his chest. “And how exactly was me down on one knee practically begging you to become my husband ‘you getting me to marry you’?”

Remus smiles fondly, happy that that memory is safely back in his head. “And it was nice to feel like having a new crush again,” he continues. “ All exhilarated, enraptured, and in awe.”

“Oh, Moony,” Sirius sighs, pressing a kiss to the top of Remus’ head. “I feel like that every time I look at you.”

[izukusjoyfriend]

Deku and Bakugou analysis,a bit of a KatsuDeku theroy post.

Warning!!! This thread is very long and has suggestice themes. Please proceed with caution.

"After that, he lit a fire under me like that"

That's way to sus.

One thing I've noticed too,Deku refers and reacts to Bakugou differently than big heros,even ones that he strongly admires,like,really admires,like all might.

Which makes me thinks..Is all the romantic-like shit done on purpose?

Stuff like this:

That first line translates into: The burning longing in my chest will not disappear.

Second line:I want it to change

He said he daydreams about him and Katsuki in some opening I don't remember.

Stars are VERY prominent with them to,after when Deku said that sus line,he looks up at a star,and saids,he wants it to change,ya know,there is also another song about Katsuki and Deku,Its Polaris. It being about Deku and Katsuki,makes a lot of sense.

Heres why;

"If I could go back and give up everything I had,I would never hide my scars for anything. No not for no one"

When Katsuki bullied Deku,he was scar-ed.

It makes sense. He regrets what he did to Deku. Hes trying to Atone. He absolutely hates what he did to Midoriya,and The line saying,"No,not for no one". It makes sense!

Katsuki hid his scars and tried to act like a big and tough boy,which in reality..

He was the weak one. That's canon,that was touched apond in the manga

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"Say goodbye ,I don't have the strength to let it all end,I would give all and everything if we could mend,All I wanted was you to stay and not disappear,I've decided I will follow my heart,Promise yours will always be right near me.."

Makes a lot of sense. Let me explain,The "Say goodbye" line is a play on deku leaving U.A,and after that..Bakugou saids this,

"I don't have the strength to let it all end!"

Which is..f***ing heart breaking.. Alright let me bring this up,

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Yes, Izuku's exhaustion and pain is the primary focus, but those tiny details imply that Katsuki Bakugou, the guy who has had a strict bedtime and diet his whole life, who puts every bit of effort into his own health, has completely disregarded his self-care to go after Izuku. Which also implies that his body didn't just move on its own when he risked his life for Izuku. It's further evidence that he isn't just trying to atone for his own sake. This guy straight up stopped taking care of himself because he was WORRIED for Izuku. He stopped sleeping in favor of searching. He reaggravated a very serious injury (one that he got already protecting Izuku) in order to protect him AGAIN.

Which..Makes sense... It shows more of a..Softer caring side of Bakugou. It explains it itself.

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"I would give all and everything if we could mend,All I wanted was you to stay and not disappear,I've decided I will follow my heart,Promise yours will always be right near me.."

Wow. If this is Katsuki..Its makes a lot of sense.. He would give..A lot for him and dekus friendship to be better again. That's why he did the training with him.

He would do anything to make the connection with him and deku because..He,wants to mend with Midoriya. Repair the friendship..

But what is really interesting and important is,that,He said "I've decided I will follow my heart,promise yours will also be right near me!" Which means,it wasn't just not his mortal compass..It was also where his,Heart was leading him too..

Which means,Bakugou doesn't just want to mend things for sake of mortality and heroism,but also,it's because..He feels that he should. And I would say he feeling like he should do this because he feels bad for deku,BUT,he said he wants deku heart to stay near his..which means:

"Close to your heart" is an English idiom describing something or someone dearly loved. It can be used to describe anything that has earned a great deal of affection from a person, often through familiarity with it over time. The meaning of this phrase comes from the fact that the heart is considered the organ of the human body that is the source of all love and affection. As such, anyone or anything that resides close to it will be on the receiving end of those feelings."

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OHHHHHH----- KATSUKI---

It could be platonic-- but...he wants..There..Hearts to be close?? That's oddly specify..He could just say he want them to be close..The thing is,he didn't even have too say anything about hearts..Hearts are symbolized as,a love thing.

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You're probably asking "Why does this matter???" Well..Ummm..Look at the background. There bubbles,the trope which is used is called love bubbles.

A romantic moment in anime is often accompanied by a pastel background with lots of bubbles. Nobody knows who wanders into all these series with an invisible bubble machine, but maybe they should stop before they get soap in somebody's eye...

Is..Is he blushing..? That explains the bubble and sparkles..

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HuH..???? HOW-

Look I don't know what to tell you.

But if that's not romantic,then I don't know what it is.

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Peace sign is confirmed to be a bakugou and deku song. He calls this story,MY HERO ACADEMIA,"OUR STORY"...huh..Remember the song "Datte atashi no Hero?" He also called bakugou his hero. Let that sink in.

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Remember shout baby...? Heres more crap to make Bakudeku romantic.

Let's go over that one line again..

Can't sugar code it. Nope. That's romantic in nature. Unless deku has fucking heart problems,this is romantic. No doubt on my end.

Heres something that just plain romantic.

"It’s frustrating that this unusual scent of hair made my heart flutter. So I hid my lips that’s forming a smile under my scarf.."

Wow... This sounds like Bakugou.

Let me explain why it does sounds like Bakugou. Frustration. About something small as that seems like him. It sounds like him too. And also,Bakugou rarely smiles.. I wonder what they where doing which made his heart flutter.

And why it's romantic..? Hear the way that's worded. The person hide the lips after their heart flutters.

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Alright let's go here. This is a song that supposedly between Bakugou and Deku.

Let's see it here,

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And the kanji used for this song is not helping.

They use the words like "Suki" Suki is only plantoic when revfiring to non humans. Deku uses it to Katsuki at the end of the song in another translation like this,

Suki da suki da suki da suki da

Context clue:

Suki da,

好すだよ。

Suki da yo.

I like you.

This phrase is commonly used in everyday life. It reveals to the interlocutor that you have feelings for him. It is up to him to interpret the strength of your love.

To avoid misunderstandings, do not tell people with whom you have friendly relations. I already imagine your Japanese friends feeling uncomfortable because they think you are trying to get out of the friend-zone. 

Kimi ga daisuki da yo.

大だい好すだ。

Daisuki da.

I really like you.

Daisuki implies that you are a big fan of something when you talk about an object, food or a sports team. This is also the case when you talk about an artist, an athlete or some other famous personality.

But when you say that to someone, it implies that you have strong feelings for that person. These feelings must be beyond normal friendship.

........

*Sigh*

Here's more of the song

"Update! I want to fly, to fly, just to fly so far away, away from here. It can’t be anybody else, I don’t want anybody else. Because I don’t want to regret, I’ve got to say it now,I love, I love, I love, I love,I love being here with you."

The more I read into it. The more the song sounds like Katsuki. And it make sense if somewhat of update is sang by Katsuki.

Think about it. The song said this,

"It's not what you do,or what you say,it who you're with."

And if you think about,someone of these song lyrics sound like Katsuki himself.

This song is blunt. Blunter,then fuck,and you know who's blunt..?

Katsuki.

I'm not saying he sang all of it.. No. Update actually in the outro points about Deku and makes him the main focus. But,these lines make more sense for Bakugou then Deku,

"If you are, you are, you are, you are,If you are with me,Not back, not down, but the reason I was able to see the front only was,You were here"

Those lines make more sense for s5 bakugou and up,then s3 deku. Let me explain why. "The only reason I was able to see the front is because you where here" remember the apology..? If you don't it's chapter 322

Also for a second,let pay attention to this

It can’t be anybody else, I don’t want anybody else.

That's literally at least saying that Katsuki is VERY special to deku. And the context for this is that,who he'd run away with. It's basically saying he'd spend his life with Katsuki away from everybody else..and he would be..Fine..?

That really saying something about his favoritism to Katsuki-

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SEE WHATS WRONG...? If ya don't then,here;

It's really just explains itself,Katsuki and Deku are the only ones here.

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[goldenshoyo]

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Summary: Iwaizumi comforts you after your ex hurts you again.

Genre: Fluff and smut

Word count: ~3k

Warnings: vaginal sex, fem reader, use of "good girl" and "baby girl", and really not much else. This is soft. Let me know if you want anything else tagged.

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He's done it again, Hajime thought as he looked down at his phone and the cluster of messages you had been sending him. He knew before opening them, but upon confirming his suspicion, canceled all the meetings he had leading up to the weekend and decided to make you, his propriety. Surely, the team wouldn’t mind. They had more than one athletic trainer for a reason and could easily make do without him for one long weekend.

“Heading out?” Coach Hibarida raises his eyebrow at Hajime as he packed up his bag.

“Emergency,” he says slipping his phone in his pocket. “I’ll let you know if everything is alright. Might need to call in one of the others for tomorrow.”

“No problem.” He crosses his arms and turns back to watching the team run drills. With one last careful glance at a few of the players he’s been concerned with due to past injuries, he leaves to rush to the bakery down the street from your home.

Parking the car outside of the bakery, glad to have made it before the rush, he pulls out his phone and responds to your texts.

Don’t worry. I’ll be there soon. You can tell me all about it when I get there.

He picks out a few croissants stuffed with chocolate, slices of cheesecake and strawberry shortcake, and two turkey sandwiches to go. He laughs as he places the bag on the passenger seat, the sandwiches sound so out of place with all the sugary treats, but he wants to ensure you are taking care of yourself… especially since your bastard of an ex never cared to.

If he wouldn’t, Hajime knew he could.

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The sound of your apartment buzzer blaring in your living room pulls you from your daydream… or dissociation… whichever it was at that point. You press the button, giving Hajime access to the building, and try and straighten up the mess that gathered in the room since yesterday evening. Unlocking the door to the living room, you lay on the couch, curling your knees up to your chest and resting your head on a fluffy pillow you’d brought out of your room last night.

You felt dumb, letting this happen again. While it’s obviously not your fault, part of you can’t help but feel like if only you were stronger, you’d stop letting your ex do this to you. It’s nearly pathetic, you think, always letting him back in and letting him crush you just to call your best friend to pick up the pieces. He’s probably getting tired of it and you can’t blame him if he is.

“Hey,” he opens the door, and you see a brown bag from the bakery between his chest and arm.

“Hi,” your voice cracks, and you cough. You didn’t realize your previous fits had affected your voice so soon.

He places the bag on your coffee table and lifts you up to a sitting position and takes your place so you can lay on him instead of the arm of the couch and your pillow. He strokes your hair softly, twirling the strands between his fingers when he gets to the end before letting it fall and repeating the steps. You let him continue this for a while, happy that he’s not pushing you to talk. You know how he feels about your ex, having had a few… well disagreements to put it lightly… over him. It’s easier when he just holds you instead of telling you what you already know.

“I brought you lunch… well I guess it’s actually closer to an early dinner now. But there are also lots of sweets. I tried to get all your favorites,” he tells you softly and you look up and see his face isn’t happy or sad. He looks completely neutral.

“I really appreciate that.” You sit up and let the blanket fall off your shoulders and pool on your lap and the couch. “Thank you for coming by again.”

He wraps his arm around your shoulder and rubs his hand up and down gently. “Anytime. I’m always here for you,” he chuckles, and you give him a confused look. “Even when you make stupid decisions.”

“There it is!” You giggle and lean forward taking the ridiculous amount of food out of the bag. “I wondered when you’d start picking on me.” You hand him one of the sandwiches and lean back on the couch. “I’m really done with him this time.”

“Mhmm,” he hums. You choose to ignore it and eat your food. It’s better this way, not talking about it and just letting him keep you company.

Hajime cleans up the table after you’ve both indulged yourselves, putting the leftovers in your fridge. Noticing your dishwasher had been run, he puts the dishes away and reloads it with what’s spread out across your counters and in your sink. You want to tell him to stop, but from past experience, you know it won’t stop him.

“Come watch a movie with me,” you plead as he shuts the dishwasher. “I think the new Godzilla movie is out, don’t you like those?”

You hear a soft chuckle, barely audible. “Yeah, let’s watch it. Need anything else?”

“Just you,” you tell him, and he smiles at you before taking his place beside you.

His arm snakes around your shoulder and you lean into him. You watch as the movie starts, not really knowing anything about the movie playing out, but laughing whenever Haji makes a comment about one of the giants fighting on the screen. He smiles at you every time he catches your gaze, going into more detail to give you information on the lore or answering a question you ask.

“That was…. interesting,” you comment as the credits play.

“Yeah,” he laughs. “It was good.”

You can’t help but giggle. “Well, it’s not my type of movie. That’s all I’ll say,” you continue laughing and he wraps you in his arms and pulls you closer. There’s a long bout of silence.

“You deserve better, you know.”

“I know,” you say quietly not looking up at him.

“Someone who will take care of you,” he continues. “It kills me every time you do this, letting him in just to use you even though this always happens.” He gestures between you and him. “Let me instead.”

“What?” You sit up, pulling away from him and furrowing your brows. “Let you what?”

“----, I’ve always loved you. You have to know that by now.” He strokes your cheek with the back of his hand. “Please, just let me take care of you. Please,” he continues. His eyes are locked on yours and you shiver.

Of course, some part of you always felt like he may have had feelings for you. But you weren’t sure if they were still present ever since this mess with your ex started 6 months ago. He never said no to coming over to comfort you, and every time you began getting closer and closer with Hajime until you become comfortable just laying on his chest and letting him soothe you to sleep like he was your boyfriend and not your best friend.

“I-“

“You don’t have to say anything now. I know I just sprung it on you out of nowhere, and when you’re vulnerable on top of that.” He sighs standing up and walking towards the door. His hands run through his hair. “I’m sorry to dump it all on you-“

Your body moves before you can think, walking over to him and wrapping your arms around him, but there’s no stopping it now. You kiss him, cutting off his word vomit. His hands cup your cheeks and hold you still while his lips move against yours. They’re softer than you expected, but then again, you’re not sure you expected any of this.

Pulling away you look up at him. His green eyes are looking down at you, slightly glossy and bright. “Don’t go.” You tell him and pull him closer to you. “Please,” you beg, lip quivering and tears threatening to spill. “Please stay.”

As the tears break the barrier and stream down your cheeks the skin under your eyes burn, the skin still raw from the night's previous. It hurts, but the desperately empty feeling you’ve had in your chest is filling up. The warmth returning and your heart feeling lighter and lighter the longer he holds you close to him.

“I’ll never leave you,” he says softly, his hand resting on the top of your head and then stroking down your hair. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you tell him back. It feels weird saying it to him like this. You’ve told him before, but never feeling the way you do now. Your chest swelling and nerves making you want to fidget your fingers. “I’m sorry-“

“Don’t apologize for anything.” His tone is much firmer now, less desperate like before. “I should have told you sooner, then maybe you wouldn’t have gotten hurt so often.”

“It’s not your fault,” you pull away and grab a tissue to wipe your eyes and cheeks. “I’m just glad you told me.” The flood of emotions seems to be washing away, your body lighter and mind no longer cloudy.

“I really need to shower,” you tell him then laugh. “I probably smell.”

“You don’t,” he laughs. “But if you feel like you need to, go ahead. It’s getting sort of late anyway, so I’ll head ho-“

“No! I told you I don’t want you to go. You can stay the night.” You frown at him and he laughs.

“I just didn’t want you to feel like you had to let me stay since I confessed to you, that’s all. I want to respect your boundaries. Especially since everything is so fresh and raw.”

You ignore the way his words make you feel between your thighs and disappear into your room, getting your things together for your shower. Hajime joins you in your room, sitting on the bed and crossing his legs while watching you gather everything.

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When you step outside the bathroom door, Hajime has to look away. Your towel wrapped around your body, skin sparkling with water droplets, and the sweet scent of your body wash is too much all at once. Adjusting his pants, hoping you don’t see, he finally looks back at you when you speak.

“I think you left some shorts here the last time you stayed. I’ll see if I can find them.”

“Thanks,” he says quickly.

Tossing him the shorts, you see he’s not making eye contact with you, and you giggle. “It’s okay to look at me, ya know. I mean, aren’t we like… a thing now?”

He coughs, “yeah, I just need to go change.” Getting off the bed, he tries to sneak past you to the bathroom, but you catch his arm.

“Why not change in here?” You tilt your head, a devious smile forming on your lips. “Is something wrong?” You fake a concerned tone, knowing what you’re doing to him. He’s hard, you can see it through his pants, but you don’t dare to make it obvious… yet.

“I… I just-“ he stutters. “I want you to feel comfortable getting dressed is all.”

Instead of answering you drop the towel, your body fully exposed to him now and his cheeks go bright red. He can’t stop himself from looking now, hypnotized with everything he sees. He’s ashamed to even think about the times he’s thought of you this way but seeing you fully nude is so much better than any daydream.

“Fuck,” he mumbles quietly, and you giggle again.

He reaches out, taking your hips in his hand and pulling your body against him. You lean up and kiss him, his tongue slipping into your mouth almost instantly as you wrap your hands around his shoulders. You moan against his lips, your hands sliding under his shirt and feeling his abs underneath.

He breaks the kiss, pushing you gently onto the bed with a small apology before quickly pulling his shirt off and attaching himself to you again. He grinds against you, his thigh rubbing your cunt and making you gasp while he bites down on your neck gently and licking over the skin. Arching your back, you try your best to get as close to him as possible.

“More,” you whimper needing more than just his thigh teasing you. “I need you.”

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to hear those words from you,” he stands up at the end of the bed and pushes his pants down his legs, and steps out of them.

His cock flinging from his underwear and hitting his stomach makes you whine, it’s almost too perfect. His hand wrapped around it and his thumb dragging across the tip nearly make you beg for him to fuck you, but you know you need to be patient.

“Are you sure you want to do this? I promise I don’t mind waiting.” He sounds so sincere; you could cry if you weren’t so pent up and desperate to have him fuck you right. Instead of answering, you sit up, opening the drawer on your bedside table, and toss a condom at him. He chuckles, ripping the packet open with his teeth then sliding it down his length.

“Please,” you say pulling him down towards you with your arm. “I need you,” you smile knowing he likes hearing that. Beyond just tonight, you plan him making sure he knows this forever. “Please make love to me.”

He kisses your lips, his hand holding the back of your head while he pushes you further onto the bed and teasing your folds with the tip of his cock. You whimper feeling the head push past your hole and inside of you. His size didn’t scare you when you first saw it, but now feeling him slowly fill you up you think maybe a healthy dose of fear isn’t such a bad thing.

“Shhh,” he whispers. “It’s okay,” a kiss to your forehead helps you relax. He stops moving after he fully reaches inside of you, and you try to relax more. “Let me know when you’re okay,” he kisses your forehead again. His lips are so warm and soft, you could melt.

“Move,�� you beg once you feel the burning subside and become antsy for him to make you feel even more.

The first thrust takes your breath away, making you close your eyes and squeeze his biceps tight with your fingers. The second, you moan so loudly you think the neighbors will hear. You lose yourself completely while he fucks into you. His breath is hot against your neck and ear, shallow moans leaving his lips and making your stomach turn in delight.

“Haji, please! More!” Wrapping your legs around his waist, he thrusts into you harder, and you let out a loud cry. Each thrust is better than the last, and you wonder if you’ve ever felt this good. The coil twisting in your stomach threatens to snap with each swift impact of his cock hitting the spot inside of you that makes you dig your nails in his back.

“Are you close baby girl? Are you gonna come for me?” He looks down at you with a smirk and you nod. “You feel so fucking good squeezing my cock so tight. Come on baby, I know you want to cum. I want to feel it. Cum for me.”

Your breathing hitches and you close your eyes as your orgasm rips through your body; toes curling and nails digging deeper into Hajime’s skin. He kisses you through the high of your climax and you cling to him as if he’s your lifeline. Again, you’re left wondering if you’ve ever felt this good. How has he made you feel this high on him?

It’s overwhelming. It’s too much. You’re not sure if you can keep letting him go. Part of you starts to panic scared you won’t be able to let him continue fucking you.

“Good girl,” he says against your lips. All previous worries leave your body in an instant with those two simple words. “My good girl. I’m close too. Can you hold out for me baby?” You nod again, too tired to say anything and whimpering each time his cock drags against your walls. After a few more quick thrusts he’s holding you still and cumming.

Without stopping for a moment to breathe, he pulls out and stands up. Slipping the condom off and tying the end before tossing it in the bin beside your desk, he then tosses himself onto the bed beside you. He pulls you into his chest, holding you as close to him as he can while slowly stroking your arms.

“Is it cliché to say I love you again?” you ask kissing his chest.

“I don’t think so,” he laughs, chest vibrating against your lips. “I love you.”

“I love you!” You kiss his lips once before laying your head on his bicep and closing your eyes. “Thank you for always being here for me.”

“You don’t have to thank me,” he moves a strand of hair from your face and smiles. “I have nowhere else I’d rather be. In fact, that reminds me…” he sits up and reaches down off the bed for his phone from his pants. “Need to tell Coach Hibarida I won’t be in tomorrow.”