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un-lawliet · 9 months

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hii! how about care of gojo while he’s sick? he’s stubborn, believing he’s alright but he desperately wants your help. or maybe just taking care of gojo in general. cleaning him up after mission, making sure he gets his daily water, etc. thank you for reading!

( HIIII THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE REQUEST SATORUSTAR <333 id be so happy to write this bc sick Gojo is my absolute fave troupe ever - thank u again :))) )

“Taking Turns”

— i n which Gojo is sick, and you’re fed up.

(or my love language is acts of service and this scratches my brain)

Gojo Satoru was ridiculous.

Childish, frustrating and stubborn.

And very, undoubtedly sick.

His nose slightly red from rubbing it, and his eyes watery with exhaustion, and yet, he was adamant that he was fine.

A slurred out, “I can’t get sick baby! I’m the strongest.” Made you glare at him, an exaggerated dip in your eyebrows.

He smiled, lopsided and stupid, before stumbling walking over to you, to place a delicate kiss on your cheek before he left for work, blindfold in hand, like he did, every morning before he left.

A ritual that use to make you swoon, but now only left you frustrated, as you swerved his advance.

He let out a dramatic gasp, standing up to his full height, horrified of your rejection, and ready to protest against your cruelty, before he began to cough, and cough, and oh my god was it possible to die from coughing?

“Satoru, you’re sick, go back to bed.” You deadpanned, cocking your head to stare him down, and he only whined in response.

“Don’t-’ He spluttered through coughs, “Don’t look at me baby, advert your eyes!” And you only rolled them in response, placing a hand on his chest, as the coughing finally finished, your eyes laced with concern because yes, he was unforgivingly stubborn when ill, but you loved him, and you were going to take of him, no matter what excuses he threw your way.

“Come on Toru, let’s get you back in bed ok?”

And maybe it was because he finally felt his exhaustion hit him; or maybe it was because the way you looked at him, with such selfless concern, made his chest feel fuzzy, but he eventually took your hand off of his chest and clutched it tightly, letting you lead him back to your bedroom quietly.

He was silent as you pulled the covers over him and placed a kiss on his head, your hand moving to gently scratch the back of his head, choosing not to mention how he leaned into your touch.

“Drink your tea ok? I’ll call Yaga.” You all but whispered, “If you can’t finish it, that’s ok, just take your time.”

And Gojo nodded, smiling at you as you placed the cup into his hands, leaving to grab your phone.

It was strange to be taken care of.

It aroused something in Gojo, a feeling he chose to blame on the dizziness in his head and the sickly fever that incased his being.

And so when you returned, holding a cupcake you had saved just for him he had to physically restrain himself from cooing at your affections, instead settling on teasing you for "Constantly thinking about him."

"Must be obsessed with me, sweets." He winked, and grinned like a fool when you huffed, rolling your eyes, again.

"Just eat it or I swear to God, I will shove it down your throat myself, sick or not."

And he pouted, "So mean to me baby, and when I'm so unwell too."

"I thought were too strong to get sick huh." You smugly said, pushing your hand through his hair gently, and he almost melted at your touch.

His lack of answer made you giggle, and he groaned in defeat, settling on pulling you down beside him, needily searching for your warmth.

And you gave it to him, moving him to rest his head on your lap and you pressed a kiss to his forehead, frowning at his temperature.

“You're really warm Toru' You say, using a finger to trace the features on his face, his eyes closing in bliss.

"I'm gonna get you a towel, hold on-" You were cut off by Gojo grasping your wrist, his eyes opening to look at you.

"No, stay, just for a moment." He all but pleaded, a tiny kink in his voice daring you to try reject him.

“I don’t want you to get worse Toru.’” You replied, looking down at him.

A small tug on your wrist was your only response, the only confirmation that he heard you.

And you sighed.

And returned to your shared serenity.

Because of course you did.

It was hard to say no to Satoru Gojo, and so you stayed, giving him tiny kisses as he began to doze off.

Kisses that promised him that you were there. And reassured him that he could rely on you, even for just a little bit, just like how you let him take care of you.

And right as he fell asleep, he whispered a soft, “Love you.” As an acknowledgment to your oath of care.

the end.

masterlist here <3

(A/N THIS FIC DIDNT SAVE AND OHMYGOD IVE NEVER BEEN SO FRUSTRATED anyway THANK U SO SO SO MUCH FOR ANOTHER REQUEST I LOVE U THANK U I HOPE THIS IS OK !!!!!! - also am i supposed to tag the person who requests ?? i’m so unsure i’m sorry)

#gojo x reader #gojo satoru #jjk gojo #gojo satoru x reader #jjk leaks #jjk manga spoilers

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frogserotonin · 1 year

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Hii, could you do an Anthony lockwood x reader where they just have a nice chill day. They are together and have nothing to do so they just stay in bed all day sharing Stolen kisses, words of affirmation, cuddling, talking, bed hair, morning voice, makeout?

y'all don't understand this is so different from what i write on ao3 for my other fandom, i am an angst machine there, all of these fluff requests are terrifying bc idk how to write fluff 😭(/lh dw i still love writing them)

as long as you're next to me(just the two of us)- anthony lockwood x reader

(@citizen-01, @gibby31)

a/n: hope i could do justice to what u wanted!! was just listening to beabadoobee when writing this lmao warnings: none??? unedited, kissing ig, idk cursing?? ooc

Waking up in the morning wasn’t something you enjoyed all that often, the prospect of another day not that appealing when the Problem was still a prominent…problem issue. You’d never grow tired of waking up to the sight of Lockwood next to you though, limbs shot out in all directions-and yet always with an arm over you. Sometimes he’d have a little frown on his face when he was very deeply asleep that made you coo and smile so widely it hurt your cheeks. To be fair, who could blame you?

Waking up this morning was no different from most for you, a flash of disappointment at the world around you, and then giddiness at the realisation of Lockwood’s arm being slung around your torso and the most adorable fucking frown on his lips. You sigh happily, sitting up slightly, careful not to move his arm from its place. You glance at the clock on the bedside table-7:36am- dismiss it because it’s cold as shit, and weave your fingers into his hair, stroking his head and humming a song you don’t remember the name of. Today is a good day, a free day. Lucy will probably stay in bed until 9 and then make herself some toast, a cup of tea and then head back to bed and draw with the radio on. George won’t be up until around the same time, going to the kitchen to grab a pastry, make some tea and then bury himself in research about the Problem.

If he could help it Lockwood would probably not awaken for another couple hours also. Unless you moved. He’d probably wake up to drag you back to bed to cuddle with him then.

You wouldn’t be opposed to that actually.

Slowly you remove your hand from his hair, and then his arm from around you, letting out a small huff of laughter when he immediately moves it back, although still very unconscious. You swing a leg out from the quilt and place it on the (really fucking cold) floor, allowing for the majority of your weight to shift to that side. His other hand shoots out and grabs yours. For a couple seconds all you can pick up is incomprehensible mumbling, and then-

“Darling, come back.” It was a miracle you didn’t swoon, the nickname and the morning voice were a lethal combination. More grumbling and then he cracked an eye open and offered you a hopeful grin. “Please?”

Wow. How are you even alive anymore? It’s like your heart is simultaneously beating faster than humanly possible, and not at all.

You feel his arms completely embrace you and drag you into them. He props himself up on one elbow and kisses your forehead, whispering a ‘good morning’ onto it and then attacking the rest of your face with lazy kisses, his other arm still securely hugging you to him.

“How’re you so pretty after having just woken up?” he asks, and it sounds so curious and genuine, you almost melt, right there and then.

“I should ask you.” You try to play off how completely smitten you are by bantering with him, “Your morning hair is gorgeous dear.” you giggle at the hand that shoots up to try and smooth it down. It doesn’t work but you don’t particularly want to tell him, simply dragging his arm back down to cuddle you again.

You lay together, you in his arms and his chin resting on the top of your head, for a little while, simply enjoying each other's presence. You turn around, burrowing yourself further into the blankets-because it really is fucking cold as balls, far out-and you wrap your arms around his middle. Neither of you are quite sure when you started kissing or who started kissing who but neither of you were planning on pulling away first.

Kissing Anthony Lockwood was many things. Sometimes it was rushed and breathtaking, like after a particularly terrifying case, when he’d push his lips to yours with a certain sort of vigour, reassuring himself of your stable and safe condition. Sometimes it was heated and intoxicating, deep kisses that doused you in gasoline and lit you aflame.

These kisses are slow and idle, just the both of you enjoying the feel and existence of each other. You feel like you’re floating, tethered only by the feeling of his lips on yours. You’re infinite in his arms, your hands have found their way back to his hair, running your fingers through his hair. He pulls away and kisses the tip of your nose.

“You’re absolutely stunning.” His eyes lock with yours and his voice is hoarse and breathless from the kissing but still gravelly from having recently woken up. “You deserve everything and anything you so desire and I will go to the ends of the earth to provide you with that.” You kiss him again, just once, but it's hard and full of as much love as you can convey.

“I think that everything I want at all in this world is right here.”

“That is disgustingly adorable.” His smile is all the stars in a clear night sky.

“Thanks', I try.”

#anthony lockwood #anthony lockwood x reader #lockwood and co #mars's fanfiction stuffs ✨#lockwood x reader

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woahjo · 3 months

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Hi cal! Hope you don’t mind that I followed you over from your old blog. If you’re still accepting drabbles, how about something fluffy for erwin smith? Maybe how he spends a rare morning off with his lover? Just a thought… ^^

holds u in my hands. of course i don't mind! thank you for coming over here!! also sobs quietly, fluff is my dearly beloved lately, i'd love to write this.

cw: it's literally just fluff, maybe some SLIGHT references to future angst, but it's just fluff, some mentions of titans

erwin is very dual-faced. you see it when he leaves in the early mornings for a mission or strategizing, when he readies himself in the vanity in his bedroom, fastening his bolo tie when he thinks you aren't looking. there's a look in his eyes. it's one you recognize. as a cadet, it scared you.

today, he doesn't have to go anywhere, but he rises with the dawn regardless. erwin can't really help it, rolling onto his stomach and tossing his arm over you. it wakes you gently, the weight of it pressing against your chest. you squeeze his bicep and then run your fingers along his upper arm.

"good morning," he mumbles, shifting to pull you up against him.

"hi," you say softly, soaking in the heat from his bare chest.

you search his face for something, unsure of what exactly you're looking for. that familiar expression from the mirror is gone, hardness and determination replaced by something softer. erwin smiles gently at you, studying your face before he leans in to place a gentle kiss on your lips.

"tea?" he asks quietly and you nod, watching as he stands up and moves over to the stove and kettle on the other side of the room.

erwin uses his hand to prepare the hot drink with his back is to you as he lights the burner and sets the metal pot down with a soft clink. you watch the muscle in his bare back move, flexing and shifting as he quietly moves about a rare, slow morning routine.

you smile as he walks the tea over to you with a slightly shaky hand, taking the mug from him with a grateful smile before he goes back with his own. then, he comes and sits down again with you on the bed, sipping the liquid.

on mornings like this, you think that erwin may have been built for a different kind of life. you imagine that, in a better world, he's a doting husband with time enough to devote to his partner. he seems to be, at his core, a family sort of man who may have appreciated a quiet life. then again, what sort of family man makes the choices that he does?

"what are you thinking about?" erwin says, setting his mug down in his lap and lightly touching the side of your face.

"the world when all of this is over," you say, tilting your head at him.

erwin's eyes harden for a moment before they go soft again and he steadies the cup in his lap as he leans forward to kiss you.

"that's a nice daydream," he mumbles against your mouth.

"mmm," you hum, "i think so too."

you can't blame his decisions. you've seen what he has, the monstrousness of titans. you've felt the ice cold fear as you stare one down, fingers trembling around the switches of your odm gear. you can't blame him, but a part of you can't accept it either.

you suppose that's what makes mornings like this so deeply precious. the air of false pretense. of a normalcy that hardly exists since the appearance of the beast titan.

"think we should buy a house together?" erwin says with small smile, setting his mug down on the nightstand and raising his arm for you to crawl under it.

"i dunno," you say. "depends where."

"maybe somewhere with farmland," he muses. "away from the city and the barracks."

"like you'd ever want to be so far from the corps," you snort with a laugh.

"i might," he says seriously. "if we actually do this."

"you mean solve and fix it?"

erwin nods, smiling to himself as he imagines a life with you.

"i think you might like a dog," he says, raising an eyebrow.

"we could get a dog now," you respond with a laugh, drumming your fingers against his chest.

"hange already sort of fills that role for me," erwin snorts. "they're high maintenance."

you laugh and erwin follows, thinking fondly of your overeager and somewhat twisted mutual friend.

there's a moment of silence where you both soak in the morning. sunlight pours into the windows, illuminating the wooden chamber and all of its precious amenities afforded to the commander of the survey corps. mornings like these are so rare, rarer still with the turmoil, and it has you both thinking in romantic hypotheticals.

"i love you," he says quietly, his rich baritone voice low next to your ear.

you tilt your head to look at him, holding mug of tea on his chest, cooled enough now to be warm on his skin.

"i love you too," you answer with a gentle smile.

erwin leans down and kisses you again, slower this time, like he's tasting you. his sleep swollen lips move languidly against yours and his thick eyebrows are relaxed as he lets himself breathe you in. you sigh, just pleased enough to be here with him now. plenty of time to be greedy later.

#cal care package #erwin smith x reader #erwin x reader #aot x reader #i don't write often for erwin this was a fun exercise #hopefully i did him justice omg #cal.writing #char.erwin

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yourlocalghoulette · 2 months

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Chapter 2~ Take On Me

Series Masterlist~ Main Masterlist~Meet the horses~

Warnings- eventual smut so MDNI! pretty much just fluff, reader has trauma, language, slow burn, flirting, relationship building

w/c: 3k

A/N~ part 2 is hereee! im literally so excited to be writing this story. part 3 is already in the works! please reblog, it always helps! Lmk if you want to be on the taglist:))

It was only when you got Joel’s number and scheduled your first work day that it started feeling real. Doing this, being around horses again, the thing that hurt you more than anything.

Well, it wasn’t the horses that hurt you. It was the way you were forced to push your limits with them. The way you were yelled at if you didn’t do something right. The way your stomach sank every time you were forced to use an unneeded pair of spurs on a horse.

Sleep doesn’t come easy Thursday night, the night before the long-awaited first day. You toss and turn in your bed, palms clammy and forehead sweaty. You kick off the matcha-colored bedspread you were wrapped in and sit up in bed, trying to take deep breaths to clear your head. You glance at your phone. 2:00 AM. If you know Sōl well enough, she’s probably at a party. She definitely won’t answer until morning.

So you text the one person who also might not be awake but still understands. Joel.

You click on the chat that only a few formal messages have been exchanged in and wonder if you’re being too impulsive. What is he going to think about you texting him at two in the morning? Your mind clouded with sleepiness and delusion, you text him anyway.

You- sorry for texting so late. having second thoughts about tmrw.

To your surprise, the ‘read’ icon pops up as soon as you send it.

Joel- i understand how you feel. are you wanting to cancel tomorrow? i was looking forward to it.

Did you want to cancel? Your brain is in a frenzy. He’s looking forward to it, you think over and over.

You- idk. i think still want to come tomorrow but I’m gonna take it slow:)

Joel- that makes sense and it’s totally good with me. can’t blame ya for feeling reluctant. you can pace things as slow as you want, ok cowgirl?

The nickname jumped off of your screen at you and butterflies take off inside your stomach.

You- ok cowboy;) thanks. excited to see u and the horses tmr!

Joel- likewise. now get some sleep, cowgirl.

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding as you turn off your phone. The conversation was short but sweet and oddly comforting.

You silently pad over to the kitchen and quickly make a cup of chamomile tea with lots of honey. While you drink it, you shamelessly open the stable’s website and scroll to the picture of Joel and Sarah. You look closely at Joel’s left hand, resting over Sarah’s shoulder.

No ring.

Ok, he wasn’t married, but that didn’t mean much. He could still be dating, you tell yourself. Even with that possibility, you catch yourself smiling softly at the photo, staring into Joel’s dark brown eyes. Soft and comforting, like the tea you’re drinking. You sigh and walk slowly back to bed, rubbing your eyes which at this point are bloodshot from tiredness.

With Joel’s messages imprinted in your head, you quickly fall asleep.

“Un-fucking-believable. I gave you one. Job. ONE job! To win the goddamn gold medal. And what did you do? You knocked over FOUR jumps. You are a dissapointment to this team. To the profession of jumping.”

“Please- I-I’m sorry, the horse was acting weird! Probably because you made me whip him when he doesn’t need it!”

“Don’t use those goddamn tears on me. Maybe I should show you how a whip feels.”

You wake up three hours later in a cold sweat, your face streaked with tears. You breathe heavily, your hands shaking with each breath. You run your hands over your face.

“It’s just a memory,” you whisper over and over to yourself. You try to breathe in through your nose and out your mouth, calming yourself down.

Sometimes you wish you don’t have to wake up in an empty bed, no one by your side to comfort you. It stings when you think about the last time someone was in your bed.

You shake the memories away for right now. Taking one last deep breath to attempt to ground you, you climb out of bed. You skip breakfast, not sure if you would be able to keep any food down with the amount of nerves flitting in your stomach.

You brush your teeth and throw on some mascara quickly, your hands still shaky and making it difficult. You put on a black tank top and faded boot cut jeans, along with a loose red flannel because it can get cold in the early Texas mornings.

It’s 6:00 on the dot when you slide on your steel-toed work boots, tucking them under your jeans. You grab your keys and a granola bar just in case and head out the door.

As you struggle to start your old pickup truck, second thoughts and anxieties start to fill your mind once again. You struggle to push them out of your head, filling it instead with the thought that you get to see Joel again. Nevertheless, your hands shake around the wheel as you drive the short drive to Sarah’s Stables.

When you pull into the driveway, Joel is sitting outside the barn on the concrete bench, shaking his leg with a nervous expression on his face. You step out of your truck and stride over to Joel as he stands up, trying to put on a confident smile even though the last thing you feel is confident.

“Morning,” Joel grins, shaking your hand firmly. His hand lingers on yours a little longer than it should before he pulls away.

“G’morning, cowboy,” you tip an invisible hat, and he returns the gesture. He leads you into the barn, gesturing you to follow with his hand.

“Did’ya get any sleep last night?” He asks with a hint of concern in his voice, making your heart melt.

You shrug. “Kind of. And I’m really sorry for texting you so late- or, early? I didn’t really have anyone else to text.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Joel waves it off. “I liked it, having someone to talk to even for a bit. I’m always up past 2 doing paperwork and ordering feed and all that shit.”

“Good to know,” you grin, trying to hide the flustered expression on your face. You enter the barn, immediately walking up to the small Shetland pony’s stall. “Hey, buddy,” you coo, gently tracing the long stripe down his face. “And to whom do I owe the pleasure?”

Joel chuckles, leaning next to you on the stall door. “That’s Orion. Rescued him along with the percheron, Amadeus, from an animal hoarder.”

“So you’ve had a rough time with humans, huh, bud?” You nod understandingly. “I get it.”

“Very. I get it too,” Joel says softly. “So. Let’s get to work, huh? I’m gonna show you the different feed mixes for each horse. Not sayin’ you’ll have to feed ‘em every time you’re working here. We’ll feed the horses then I’ll introduce you. How’s that sound?”

“Sounds perfect. It feels weird, being at a barn after so long of avoiding horses, y’know?” you sigh softly. “Is it too soon to say I have a good feeling about you and this barn? Like…I don’t know how to explain it. It just feels different.”

Joel nods knowingly, toying absentmindedly with Orion’s forelock. “Not at all. I get it,” he says understandingly. His eyes soften as he watches you interact with Orion, a slight faraway look on your face. “You doin’ okay, cowgirl?”

You nod, straightening up. “Yeah. Sorry. Just…zoned out.”

“No need to apologize,” Joel smiles softly. A tall cinnamon colored Tennessee Walker down the aisle kicks his stall door in impatience. “Let’s do this.”

In less than 20 minutes, the horses are fed and happily nickering into their feed buckets. Joel had written down the feed mixes for each individual horses with care and posted it on the wall so you didn’t have to memorize them right away. You can tell how much Joel Miller cares for his horses.

“We can turn the horses out now.” Joel tosses you two halters, a purple nylon one and a teal rope one. “Think you can handle two horses at once?”

“Totally.” You sling the halters over your shoulder.

“The rope halter is for Whiskey, the Tennessee Walker and the nylon is for Dottie, the Appaloosa mare. Stalls 5 and 6.”

In no time, you worked together to get all six horses out to the pasture. It’s picturesque, a large green field with a tall white fence surrounding the perimeter. It feels like a daydream watching the horses frolic aorund with eachother, enjoying their taste of freedom after being caged in a stall for the night.

You and Joel sit on the lower bar of the fence, arms resting along the top piece with your head on top. Observing the horses’ behaviors carefully, you can see with the way the chestnut Quarter Horse gelding pins his ears and threatens any horse that gets close to his pile of hay that he’s top dog. The dominant horse, the leader. A comfortable silence falls between you and Joel, as you both let out a collective sigh of relief as the stress of morning feeding washes off.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Joel sighs, breaking off the silence.

“Gorgeous,” you agree, glancing over at Joel. His soft brown eyes are full of adoration for his horses.

He gestures towards the chestnut Quarter Horse. “That right there is Magnum. Total powerhouse. Used to be a ‘coon hunting horse.”

You giggle, staring over at Magnum’s solid build and shiny coat. “People still hunt for raccoons?”

Joel shrugs incredulously. “I guess. His owner gave him to me because he wasn’t getting enough attention. He was ridden twice a week and left to rot by himself in a field the rest of the time. He’s obviously dom, as you’ve probably noticed.”

“Mhm,” you nod. “I noticed. I can tell he has a strong personality, too.” You grin, looking over at Joel.

“Sure does,” Joel smiles back proudly. Your shared gaze lasts a little too long before you turn your head away, looking back at the horses and trying to hide the flustered expression on your face.

Joel introduces you to the rest of the horses; Amadeus, the percheron, Dottie, the petite Appaloosa mare, and Arizona, the gorgeous flaxen-colored mustang/Arabian cross.

“Say, have you eaten anything for breakfast yet?” Joel asks, holding out his hand to help you up from your perches on the fence.

You’re sure this man is going to be the death of you. You shake your head sheepishly, gently grabbing his hand as you stand up. His grip is soft and warm, hands calloused from years of hard work. “Not really,” you say as you let go of his hand. “I was too nervous.”

“What, am I that scary to ya’, cowgirl?” He grins cheekily, nudging your shoulder playfully as you both walk back into the barn.

“Pfft,” you roll your eyes as you nudge him back. “No, not scared. Terrified.” You stick your tongue out at him.

“Ha, ha, darlin’. Why don’t we go get some breakfast? Gotta fuel up before cleanin’ the stalls.”

You shrug. “Sure. Where were you thinking?”

“Home Grounds is a good coffee shop, good bakery stuff too,” Joel offers.

“No fucking way,” your eyes widen in surprise. “I work there! How have I never seen you there?”

“You must not be on the clock when I go. I’m sure I’d remember a face like yours,” Joel says softly, then catches himself, clearing his throat. “Sorry, that was-”

“It’s fine,” you wave it off. “Let’s go. We can take your truck. Mine’s a little…messy right now.”

Joel chuckles. “Sure as hell can’t be as bad as mine.”

Soon, you’re driving with Joel to the coffee shop, Take On Me by A-ha playing quietly through the speakers.

“I love this song!” You smile widely, opening the window and resting your arm outside.

“Me too,” Joel turns up the stereo. “You sing at all, cowgirl?”

You shake your head quickly, eyes wide in mock horror. “Not at all. Do you, cowboy?”

“A bit. I play a smidge of guitar, too,” he smirks.

“Oh, really? I’m gonna have to hear some of these Joel Miller guitar skills sometime,” you grin.

Joel shakes his head, a smile growing on his face as he pulls into the coffee shop driveway. “Believe me, I hype up my skills wayyy too much.” He turns off the truck and quickly runs around to your side of the truck to open your door. Butterflies take off in your stomach as he does this.

Hiding your flustered look, you deadpan him, eyes rolling. “Dude,” you grin, climbing out and he shuts the door behind you.

“What?” He opens the coffee shop door for you too. “Momma always taught me to be a gentleman.”

“And my mom always taught me to never trust men,” you grin cheekily.

“I can change that,” he side eyes you.

Trying to ignore his words, you wave at a coworker. “Hey, Jess!” You call to her, walking up to the counter.

“Hey, girlie. Who’s that?” She asks slyly, eyeing Joel. “New boyfriend?”

“Uh, no,” you say quickly before Joel can hear. “I’m working for him. He owns a horse barn.”

“You’re back to horses?” Jess inquires, cocking a brow.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever, okay?” You spin around to face Joel. “What are you getting?”

“Just a black coffee and blueberry muffin, but don’t worry, cowgirl. I gotchu.” He starts taking out his wallet but you playfully swat his arm.

“Don’t. Please. I get employee discount anyway.”

Joel sighs in defeat, holding up his hands in mock offense. “Fine. But I’m paying next time.”

Next time, next time, next time….

After you order, the black coffee for him and a cold brew for you, you go to put your card in the reader to notice Joel’s card is already there. “Joel!” You mutter, giving him a disapproving look.

“Hey, I’m tryna be nice, okay?” He chuckles.

You roll your eyes. “Whatever. Thanks, really.”

The atmosphere felt charged with an unspoken tension as you both sat at a small table by the window, the warm sunlight filtering in. Joel's eyes seemed to hold a certain depth, a familiarity that stirred something within you.

"So, tell me about yourself, cowgirl," Joel said, breaking the comfortable silence that had settled between you.

You took a sip of your cold brew, gathering your thoughts. "There’s not a whole lot to tell. Well, there is, but not a lot I want to go into right now. I fell in love with horses after riding a pony at a fair, and it kind of exploded from there. I started off riding Western and doing gymkhanas, then switched over to hunter/jumpers. That was obviously a huge change. I exelled really quickly in that, but as you probably know, being the best doesn’t mean you’re treated the best. A lot of shit happened at those barns, and I quit when when I was 18. People called me selfish and self-absorbed for quitting, which is what i believed for awhile. But my mental health imrpoved a lot after quitting and I came to accept the fact that it was a good thing.”

Joel nodded, his expression understanding. "I get that. Sometimes life throws us curveballs, and we need to take a step back to reassess things."

"Yeah, exactly," you replied, feeling a sense of relief wash over you at his understanding. "But now I'm back, and I'm hoping things will be different this time."

"I'm sure they will be," Joel said with a reassuring smile. "You've got a good head on your shoulders, cowgirl."

You felt heat creeping up your cheeks at his compliment, quickly taking another sip of your cold brew to hide your reaction. "Thanks, Joel. I appreciate that."

The conversation flowed effortlessly between you, covering everything from your favorite books to your shared love of old John Wayne western movies. With each passing moment, you found yourself becoming more and more drawn to Joel, his easygoing nature and genuine kindness pulling you in.

Before you knew it, your cups were empty, and it was time to head back to the barn. As you walked side by side with Joel, the familiar feeling of nervous excitement bubbled up inside you once again.

As soon as you walk back into the barn, he turns on a 70s playlist and tosses you a mucking fork. “Ready to muck some stalls, cowgirl?”

The music fills the barn with a nostalgic vibe as you take the mucking fork from Joel with a grin. "Born ready," you reply, matching his playful tone.

Together, you fall into a rhythm of cleaning the stalls, the repetitive motion oddly soothing as you work side by side. Joel hums along to the music, occasionally breaking out into a soft whistle that echoes through the barn.

As you work, you can't help but steal glances at Joel, admiring the way his muscles flex beneath his shirt with each movement. There's something comforting about his presence, a sense of safety and warmth that you haven't felt in a long time.

Before you know it, the stalls are clean, and the horses are happily munching on fresh hay. You wipe the sweat from your brow, feeling a sense of satisfaction at a job well done.

"Thanks for your help, cowgirl," Joel says, giving you a grateful smile as he leans against the stall door.

"No problem," you reply, returning his smile. "It was actually kind of fun."

Joel chuckles, pushing himself off the door. "Glad to hear it. You've got a talent for this, you know?"

You feel a swell of pride at his words, a sense of validation that you haven't felt in a long time. "Thanks, Joel. That means a lot coming from you."

He gives you a nod of appreciation before glancing at his watch. "Well, I hate to cut this short, but I've got some paperwork to take care of. Think you can handle things on your own for a bit?"

You nod confidently, eager to prove yourself. "Of course. I'll hold down the fort."

"Great," Joel says, giving you a pat on the shoulder. "I'll be back in a bit. And hey, if you need anything, just give me a shout."

With that, he disappears into the office, leaving you alone in the barn. You take a deep breath, feeling a surge of determination coursing through your veins.

You may have started the day with doubts and anxieties, but now, as you stand in the quiet of the barn surrounded by the gentle sounds of the horses, you feel a sense of purpose wash over you.

#joel miller x reader #joel miller #mrs ohara writes shit #pedro pascal #the last of us

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itzalizeyyy · 10 months

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𝟑𝐃/𝟒𝐃 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐌

hii, its Alizey again! Back with another void post. You probably already know a lot of these things already. But I think displaying a diagram might help give you a visual and understanding. Without further ado, lets get into it !

I bet many are familiar with the 3d. The 3d is the plane of physicalness. It attains your senses, it attains your sight. So, when you are constantly assuming a desire, and the 3d shows the opposite, of course, it is very human to react to it negatively.

But the solution to that is..stop giving the 3d power. The 3d doesn’t determine your success. You do that all by yourself. You have your own abilities and control. Use it.

Stop blaming the 3d. Stop victimizing yourself. Stop living in a state of lacking and start living in the state of having. Do not give your beautiful attention to the 3d, to the old news, to the old story. That shit is irrelevant. That shit is historical. That shit is ancient. Focus on the now. You can choose the now. You can choose the present. Whatever your assumption is, it is the truth, it is fact, it is the present because you decide it to be so.

Walk into your assumption, accept it as the truth regardless of what the 3d is presenting. The 3d is the past now, so don’t look back, but forward.

I get it guys. It took me about two years to shape and adjust my views. We were all underneath the social conditioning of the CR and its logic. These topics, these concepts, are very contradicting to what know and learned in our whole lives.

“We not actually a human everywhere but an awareness?”

“there is more than one reality?”

“I have the power to change anything?” Etc etc.

But yes, all of these things are true. It may take time to adapt, but once you do and become aware of your power that many people in the world ignore, you really can do anything.

Your sub-consciousness is omg amazing and beautiful and so much more smarter than you. The sub-con is aware of all of your goods and bads in your inner thoughts. It is able to seperate it, and only deliever the goods to the 4d. This is why you don’t see anything negative in your 4d. There is no doubts or fears. Only your wanted assumptions, intentions, and much more.

As you can see, the sub-con and 4d work tightly together. If there is no sub-con, there is nothing in the 4d. If there is no 4d, the sub-con wouldn’t have a plane to deliver your goods.

Of course, the 4d is not a physical plane. But it is in fact our truest reality. But the 3d is a physical plane. The 3d is the embodiment of 4d, it gives the physical copy and reflection of what is stored in the 4d.

Basically this is how I imagine if they had literal conversations:

Sub con: “yo 4d whats up homie”

4d: “nothing much. You got something new for me?”

Sub-con: “you know it. Alright so our person desires to get hammered by their anime crushes. Nothing new.”

4d: “wow. I mean. I support.”

Sub-con “oh wait AND they want to be in the void already.”

4d: “say less. The void be dope.”

Sub-con: “wait hold up. Why the 3d not changing?”

4d: “huh thats weird. 3d girl why you not changing?”

3d: “leave me alone. I am going through it.”

4d: “stop slacking and change dude. This is ur job.”

3d: “stfu.”

Sub-con: “wait I know what happening. Our person paying too much attention to the 3d rather than their own assumptions.”

4d: “ohhh well they need to change it up cause 3d is not worth their attention.”

Sub-con: “fr”

*next day after you start to assume and persist*

Sub con: “ayeee 4d our person got it.”

4d: “ayeee our person is dope. Alright 3d you better obey you mf. You got no choice.”

3d: “f u but fine.”

*your desire show up in the 3d*

*sub-con, 4d, and you celebrating 🥳🥳*

. . .

Don’t get me wrong, if law of assumption isn’t your cup of tea, then you aren’t require to use it! But it is such an amazing and effective tool. But always remember to do things YOUR way and what will benefit you the most.

Hope you guys enjoy and if you any questions or want to chat my messages are open!

#void state #loa blog #lawofassumption #neville goddard #reality shifting #affirmdaily #affirmyourreality #shifting journey #affirm and persist #self concept #living in the end #void

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jjkeverlast · 1 year

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Congrats on your milestone!

Could I please have Jimin with:

#21 from the fluff prompt list…”our kids are gonna be mwah*!” And

#100 from the smut prompt list….”you’re still horny? Didn’t I fuck you hard enough last night?”

foolish fools | pjm

-> pairing fwb!jimin x reader

-> genre humor

-> summary being friends with benefits with park jimin meant a lot of things... one was jokes, awful ones to say the least.

-> word count 701

-> warnings mentions of sex, jokes being cringy and make out sesh ;)

-> author's note thank you for sending in this request!! hope u enjoy some jimin <33 as always, prompts are marked in bold and i don't have taglists for requests, thank you! :)

It was barely five in the morning when you woke up with a sore throat. It might’ve been from having Jimin’s dick down your throat most of the night, regardless you still found strength to get up and make some tea, Jimin still sound asleep in your bed.

If Jimin were to be awake this moment he’d make a snarky comment regarding your sore throat caused by the three blowjobs you’ve managed to give him while he’s been at your place. What else were you supposed to do while together? That’s not what worked for you, although sex was a different case. You had great sex. Too great to give up, so here you are six months later, still tangled up in the sheets with Park Jimin who you really thought only would be a few rounds.

Maybe it was because of your old kettle or your constant yawning, but you somehow managed to wake up Jimin. When he notices you leaning against the counter and waiting for the water to finish boiling he questions your reasons for being awake so early in the morning.

“I woke up with a sore throat…” You cringe, preparing yourself for Jimin’s comment but to your surprise, it never shows.

Instead, he walks over to you, embracing you into his arms, nuzzling his chin on your head. “Sorry if I was being too rough last night.”

“What? Of course not. I love going down on you, don’t blame yourself.” You smile, the kettle giving sign it’s done and you move around, pouring yourself some tea, asking Jimin in the process if he’d love some as well. He hums behind you, signaling he’d want a cup as well.

Sitting on the kitchen counter, both of you, barely dressed and holding a cup of tea was oddly comforting. You’d never done something likely with Jimin before, it seemed so… domestic. The silence overfills the dark kitchen, the blinders covering the morning sunrise which is slowly appearing behind them.

‘’Is the tea helping?’’ You turn, Jimin’s expression soothed out and less tired from earlier, where his eyes could barely hold themselves open, due to them being puffy.

‘’Yeah, a bit.’’ You continue to carefully sip on the tea, your palms accepting the warmth that seeps through the cup.

You find it kind of ridiculous how couple-y you and Jimin are right now. Jokes were easy to tell between the two of you, which is why you easily can pull this.

‘’Us being in this position— I’m sorry I just can’t help but think of how domestic we’re being right now. I mean could you imagine? Us? A couple, doing all sorts of couple-y things, owning a dog, doing groceries…’’ You snort as you end the joke, to truly prove you’re joking with your statement about being remotely serious with Jimin.

‘’Yeah, and our kids are gonna be *mwah*!’’ He uses the tip of his fingers to send off a kiss directed to you, but the word ‘our’ and ‘kids’ makes you choke on your tea. Jimin always had a tendency to drive the jokes a bit too far edge, and there was only one way to stop this joke from turning into pure horror.

‘’Shut up.’’

You set your cup down, pulling Jimin by the nape of his neck and connecting your lips with his. They feel warm, probably from the tea, and a hint of the strawberry taste which you both just drank. Jimin was quick to reciprocate your impulsive kiss on the kitchen counter, but he only pulled you closer, enjoying the warmth of your body against his.

Your grip tightens around him, as your warm tongue rolls over his own in a messy kiss. Jimin pulls apart slightly, his lips still hovering above yours, barely touching them.

‘’You’re still horny? Didn’t I fuck you hard enough last night?’’

‘’Apparently not enough, why don’t you do something about it?’’ You challenge him, as your hand traces from the nape of his neck towards his abdomen.

‘’You don’t have to tell me twice.’’ With a firm and swift grip, Jimin manages to throw you over his shoulder to finish what you both started earlier in the night.

#park jimin #park jimin x reader #bts park jimin #park jimin fanfic #park jimin fic #bts jimin #jimin x you

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jeonginsdiary · 2 years

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Part 3 to Massage Time!

Okay.. so I don’t know what was going through my head at the time but for some reason I answered the ask right away instead of writing the fic under it??

Requested by: @atomicwonderlandlover

TW // THIS IS ABOUT TICKLING SO IF THIS IS NOT YOUR CUP OF TEA FEEL FREE TO SCROLL ☕️

Lee: Minho

Lers: Chan, Felix, Seungmin & I.N

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Attacking the Troublemaker

It was pretty early in the morning, around 6:00 a.m to be exact. Every member in Stray Kids were still sound asleep in their beds, besides one. That one member was none other than the dandy boy Seungmin. Why was Seungmin up so early? Well he was planning something.. Planning revenge against his evil hyung who forced him into helping him with his torture. If only Seungmin hadn’t agreed to Lee Know.. Then he wouldn’t have been victim to the Aussies and their ruthless tickles. After some pondering, Seungmin decided to wake his most trustable partner. We all know that’s Jeongin. He carefully made his way to I.N’s room, quietly opening the door and sneaking inside. “Jeongin!” Seungmin whispered, shaking the boy. “Hm?” The maknae awoke, his messy hair and bloated eyes a cute sight. “What do you want hyung.” Jeongin questioned coldly, visibly annoyed that he was woken up so early. “Don’t sass me!” Seungmin said in a fake offended tone, poking the youngers side. “Ah! Hyung!” Jeongin whined, a small smile forming on his lips from the small yet sensitive touch. He moved a hand to cover the spot where Seungmin poked in attempts to prevent any more attacks. “Okay okay i’m sorry! Do you need something?” I.N asked, this time in a nicer tone. Seungmin smiled at his actions. “Yes! I do need something!” Said the puppy excitedly. Jeongin stared at him with curiosity. “Okay.. what is it?” he asked, rubbing his tired eyes to try and rid his morning blurry vision. “U-uh.. you know how ‘Lix and Channie hyung tickled me a few days ago..” Said the embarrassed Seungmin, averting eye contact with the youngest. “Oh, yeah! That was funny!” Teased the maknae, enjoying the coat of blush that spread across his hyungs cheeks. “Shut up..” replied the older. “Anyways,” he continued, “I feel like Minho hyung is the cause of all of this but he hasn’t been tickled?” Jeongin seemed to be in a state of thought at Seungmin’s words. “Hey! You’re right!” The younger exclaimed after some time. “We should totally get him back with ‘Lix and Channie hyung..” Seungmin said, turning to face the maknae and smiling when his face contorted to a look of excitement. I mean who could blame him, he for once wasn’t gonna be the tickle victim..

After some begging, and tickling, the two maknaes were finally able to persuade the Aussies in participating with their plan. “Wait wait wait.. So what are we gonna do?” Questioned a confused Felix. Seungmin recounted his scheme, planning out the exact details to take revenge on his hyung. “Well.. Chan hyung is approaching Minho hyung first since it’s the only person he’s scared of.. Then, hyung’s going to get Lee Know hyung pinned so we can tickle him!” The puppy said like it was the easiest thing in the world. Everyone nodded, leading them onto the next part of the plan. Action time. They made their way over near Minho’s room as quietly as they could, all four of them standing just outside the bedroom door. “Channie hyung, go!” Seungmin whispered, ushering the oldest closer to the doorknob. Chan covered his mouth to stifle a giggle before putting a finger to his lips to shush the rest of the members. The kangaroo carefully creaked the door open, being met with an already awake Minho death staring him, his phone screen illuminating his bunny-like face.

“Hey min~” Cooed the older, jumping in the bed next to the boy and laughing at his cold glare. “Why are you here, hyung.” The younger questioned, slightly irritated that his leader had just barged into his room. “Hmm, I don’t know, Minho,” Teased the Aussie in a baby voice, pinching Minho’s cheek but being hit away almost immediately. Chan stayed in his dongsaengs bed for a while, constantly teasing, cooing, and annoying the boy as much as he possibly could. “Hyung, go awayyy..” whined Lee Know after the older was beginning to get on his nerves. Chan smiled at the adorable boy. “Why~” he whined back, quickly shooting his hand down to give a quick squeeze to Minho’s lower side. The younger jolted at the unexpected touch, attempting to protect himself by discreetly glueing his arms to his sides. “Oh! I saw that Min~” The leader teased yet again, reaching his hand down to swiftly claw at Minho’s tummy. The electrifying sensation buzzed through the youngers body as he jerked to the side in an effort to escape the incredibly ticklish touch. Before he could control it, a small smile had already begun to unwillingly form on his lips. “You’re ticklish Minho, you can’t hide it from me~” Chan stated in an evil tone. “N-no i’m not.. go away,” stuttered the other, feeling incredibly tiny under the Aussies flustering gaze. The leader just lightly giggled, then proceeded to jump on top of the boy, straddling and immobilizing him at once. “KIDS!” The kangaroo called out, watching the three members emerge from the doorway. “Our plan worked!” Sang a happy Seungmin before sitting on the bunny’s pinned arms which Minho tried to prevent. The dancer soon realized how futile his attempts were after Chan grabbed his wrists, ripping them away from his sides and giving Seungmin access to comfortably sit on them.

“STOP GUYS- SHIT!” Screamed the helpless boy, being cut off after Yongbok just barely grazed the lower part of his tummy by accident. Felix laughed at his hyungs sudden outburst, enjoying the dark blush that spread across the boys cheeks. “I hate you..” Lee Know told the sunshine boy, a blatant lie known by all of the members. “Hyung, It’s not my fault you’re so ticklish!” Retorted the Australian, placing a poke to the dancers ribs to emphasize his point, resulting in a violent buck from Minho followed by his famous death stare towards the younger. Jeongin, who had been rather quiet during the whole situation, walked up next to Chan and took a seat near Lee Know’s vulnerable torso. “So when do we start?” he asked, receiving a look of terror from the pinned dancer. “G-get off of me, Chan hyung!” Said the desperate boy, turning his attention to the older and kicking his legs, trying to buck their leader off of his waist, proven impossible no matter how hard he tried. “Aww, is our tough Minho scared?” Teased the Aussie, adoring the cute, flustered mess of a boy underneath him. “N-no.. i’m not hyung just stOP AH-” Lee Know was soon caught off guard when Chan’s hands collided with his sides, his fingers massaging in the most ticklish way they possibly could. “S-stop! I’m n-not ticklish, g-guys!” The bunny stuttered, desperately trying to suppress his giggles. “Hyung you say that every time..” Jeongin rolled his eyes, deciding to join in and pinch his hyungs sensitive lower ribs. The boy jumped with every pinch, his laughter becoming more and more difficult to hold in. “S-seriously! I’m not t-ticklish! Please Jeongin s-stop touching me there!” Begged the red-faced dancer. “Hyung, if you weren’t ticklish you wouldn’t be practically begging I.N to stop touching your ribs!” Seungmin exclaimed matter of factly, finding his hyungs predicament hilarious. Soon enough, I.N changed his tactic to consistent jabbing in Minho’s ribs, breaking the mountain of giggles that had been piled up. “Jeongin! Stohohop ihihit!” Laughed the boy, trying to get both Chan’s and I.N’s hands off of him, unfortunately failing due to his restrained arms. “See? You’re too ticklish for your own good, Minho!” Cooed the oldest of them all, spidering all ten of his fingers on the rabbits stomach, loving the way Lee Know’s belly jumped up and down. Adorable giggles escaped the dancer as he shut his eyes and violently twisted his body. “GUYS! Dohohon’t! I cahahan’t- NO!” Minho screamed once Seungmin’s fingers descended onto his armpits, scratching the sensitive skin, while Felix just wouldn’t stop poking this one spot on his lower side, earning a high pitched screech for each prompt poke. “NONONO! STAHAHAP! LEAVE MEHE ALOHONE!” Yelled the boy who was now nothing but a giggly mess. Minho attempted to pull his arms down to stop Seungmin’s nimble fingers, to buck off their leader who had been ticklishly spidering and clawing his tummy, to push off the maknae who wouldn’t stop jabbing his ribs, to snap his arm down to his side and protect that specific spot Felix wouldn’t leave alone. To his dismay, he couldn’t do any of those right now.. “GUYS!” The boy managed to scream out before being immersed into silent laughter, all while thrashing and squirming violently.

“Okay okay, break time,” The oldest declared, signaling for everyone to lift their fingers off of the struggling dancer. “Guys! No more, I really can’t!” Begged the bunny, attempting to release his arms from Seungmin’s clutches. “Hyung.. You never thought of that when you torture us! We’re just showing you how it feels!” Jeongin replied excitedly, watching the blush grow on the olders face. “Just shut up.” He answered, trying to sound cold but really sounding like a heartwarming kitten. “Don’t talk like that when we’ve got you pinned, hyung..” Warned Yongbok who gave a rapid squeeze to the sensitive area he had been previously attacking. “AGH- ‘Lix don’t.” The boy glared at the younger, trying to turn his sides away to protect himself. The only problem was he forgot about the leader settled right on top of him. “Chan! Get off of me!” Minho almost demanded. The heads of the three youngests shot up in horror. “What’d you say?” Chan asked, giggling at the boys mistake. Lee Know looked around at the faces of the younger boys, rolling his eyes and making a slight grunt of annoyance. “Oh you are so gonna regret that..” Teased the kangaroo, scooting down the others legs and slowly lifting up his baggy shirt. “Wait, hyung!” Voiced the distressed boy. “So you wanna use honorifics now?” Questioned the leader, finding Minho’s predicament incredibly amusing. “Stop! Seriously don’t!” Said the dancer, finding it increasingly difficult to contain his smile. The corners of his mouth began to turn upwards due to the immense anticipation. “Hyung, you’re smiling!” Stated a joyful Seungmin who wouldn’t miss a single opportunity to tease his hyung. “No i’m not- DON’T!” Yelled Lee Know as he watched Chan begin to barely pull his pant line down, only exposing his v-line which everyone knew was so damn sensitive. “Boys.. you may want to prepare yourself, this is gonna be loud!” Teased a jubilant leader. Within less than a second, Lee Know felt a strong tingling sensation right on his v-line. Sure enough, Chan was in the middle of blowing a big, long raspberry to his skin. Now, loud would be an understatement.. The shriek the boy let out was ear-piercing, mixed with loud, boisterous laughter. “NOHOHOHO!” Screamed the rabbit in ticklish agony who tugged so hard on his wrists, he was finally able to snap them out of the puppy’s grip. He tangled his fingers in Chan’s hair, weakly pushing at his head and trying anything to dislodge the members lips from his tummy. Unluckily for the boy, the leader was not at all fazed by the youngers attempts at escaping. The oldest just continued to blow agonizingly ticklish raspberries on the boys v-line, driving Minho insane. “PLEHEHEASE! IM SOHOHORRY!” Whined the other, trying to curl in on himself but just being met with the leaders fluffy hair brushing ticklishly on his upper stomach. “NOHO!” Lee Know laughed out while immediately slamming back onto the bed to avoid Chan’s hair connecting with his skin again. The three maknaes broke out in laughter at the betrayal of Minho’s escape plan. “You can’t even handle Channie hyungs hair!” I.N laughed while Minho was now silently laughing. Not being able to do much, the boy just shook his head as he hit his hyungs scalp sloppily. “Alright! You don’t have to hit my head!” Chuckled the kangaroo, lifting his lips off of Lee Know’s belly. The rabbit sat there, panting and holding his hands in front of him to separate his stomach from Chan’s mouth. “Hyung! I can’t it’s too much!” Said the smiling boy. “Nope, not enough for the amount of times you’ve tickled all of the members!” Stated the leader, grabbing Lee Know’s hands and giving them to Seungmin. “No! Minnie stop!” The dancer said, trying to resonate with the younger. Seungmin just ignored the other, holding his wrists down again, all while giggling evilly.

“Does anyone else want a turn in torturing Minho?” Asked Chan, turning to face Yongbok and I.N. “Ooh! I do!” Exclaimed the maknae, switching positions with the leader and sitting on the boys thighs. “Innie noo!” Whimpered the other, struggling to buck the youngest off. Jeongin let out his famous, high pitched laughter before rapidly squeezing the olders hip bones. “NO! STAHAHAHAP!” The other squealed, twisting his body around but not succeeding in detaching the fox’s thumbs from his hips. Lee Know’s laughter went silent for a moment before coming back even louder and wilder. “Alright boys, finish up! He’s about to die,” Teased Chan, motioning for Felix to join in before they actually killed the boy with tickles. Yongbok, sure enough, hopped over to the boy’s feet, swiping a few fingers over the socked arch. “AH!” Yelled the rabbit at the sudden action. Felix, not wanting to waste anymore time, decided to scribble all over the boys foot. A high scream ripped from the dancers throat, laughter quickly turning silent. Minho kicked his legs and bucked his hips, which Jeongin was still wrecking. “Okay, you’re done now,” The oldest stated, watching I.N and Yongbok seize their attacks. “Thahat was too muhuch!” The dancer complained after being released. He playfully hit Chan in the arm, squawking at the jab to his side he received in return. “AGH! Hyuhung! No more!” He said in a whiny tone. “I know it was too much Min but that was nothing compared to when you wrecked Jeongin a few days ago!” The older Aussie stated, patting Lee Know on the back. “Yeah! We could hear him scream-laughing from the other room!” Exclaimed Seungmin, cooing at the embarrassed look the maknae had plastered on his face. Minho just flopped down with a groan next to Chan, who was already laid in the bed, making room for the three maknaes to cuddle too.

“I’m gonna get you guys back so bad.” He whispered.

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Sorry if there’s any mistakes, I proofread and corrected some stuff but I swore there were more🤨

Also ik it didn’t say to include I.N but I tried messaging them asking if it was okay and they never responded😔

Happened to be posting this October 14th

Rest in peace Sulli, I wore pink today since it was her favorite color :(

Stay healthy everyone <3

#kpop tickle #stray kids tickle #stray kids

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zeynatura · 2 years

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This is my review of Hooked on You also known as the Dead by Daylight Dating Sim and may contain some spoilers

I know most people here are DBD players/fans and i am too but i am also a dating sim enthusiast so i will be giving my honest review based on that.

First all the things i liked:

Love the story and the little mysteries in it, love that the dbd lore seems to apply to this one as well, love the characters both datables and npcs, while the datables can be categorized in stereotypes and may not be everyone’s cup of tea it is mine, we love predictable romanceable options to follow the desired route and get the ending we want. Love the puns, the narrator and the ocean, all of that is a type of humour i like so much askhfabngafjksfn i love a game that doesn’t take itselft too seriously and break the 4th walls and whatnot (that doesn’t not mean i am okay with the company not taking the game seriously while making it tho)

Now the things i didn’t like:

Doesn't have a LOG option or a way to back up in case of a miss click so instead you end up missing dialogue.

Has no options to hide the text box so we are unable to appreciate fully the art of the enviroments and the character models.

There is no Gallery option to view the unlockable ending illustrations, meaning they are a one time only thing, if you're lucky and saved before, you can see it again otherwise there is no in-game option to do so.

Surprised? NO, I AM FURIOUS!

Why is he not a dateable!? xD the amount of times i screamed, no actually i screamed everytime he appeared, i am so sad, why is he the main antagonist but not romanceable, please i beg u x’D

I honestly hope they add more characters into the game, dateables specially, i understand if they don’t add the IP ones tho they made a lot of jokes hinting about another island *eye emoji*, i won’t ask for the impossible i understand, i am asking for Trickster, Plague, Legion, Hag, Billy... c:

You may think i'm just nitpicking but i'm not, most dating sim/visual novels have all these options and more such as quick save/load option, more unlockables, various illustrations or characters profiles; they are basically a must because we the people who play those games regularly are used to those features so it is dissappointing when a game doesn't have them, even small indie games have them how come a game from a company like Behaviour doesn't!?

To me that just meanst they didn't do their research on the genre when it comes to making this game. It feels a little disrespectful to the genre, if even old flash games had the features your new 2022 game doesn't even when you have more tools and budget what does that say about you?

This is not a DBD DLC, it is it's own separate game and so should be treated as such.

I am a visual novel/dating sim lover before i am a dbd fan, not only because of antiquity but because of the amount of joy i get from those kind of games compared to dbd a game i can't play anymore because of my potato pc.

Don’t get me wrong i enjoyed the game, i actually love the game, and for it’s price it is a great game, there is just room for improvement and i blame Behaviour because i have a feeling that the team who worked on the game could have done more if they were given the money and time

#Hooked on You #dbd dating sim #dating sim #visual novel #zeynatura #tbh i played it as soon as it came out #on a call with my friends #and we were all having a blast

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sweetreserve · 2 years

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i hope u dont mind to read this long ask:)

hello, as a fellow writer, i can understand the feeling of getting very few notes from a fic you worked on, i've been there myself, and it made me really unmotivated that i stopped writing for a long while

y'know, the thing i noticed abt the dr writing community, if it's not abt ships of canon characters, than it's hard to get a lot of notes these days, a lot of people do left the fandom now so obviously not a lot of people will look at our stuff now, but it's not our fault, right? we write it bcs we enjoy writing it

kdkssl yeah i know it's easy to just say "write for fun and don't worry abt notes" but i know for myself that it's hard when you actually try to think like that, especially if the notes we receive still doesn't rise bcs notes are what motivates us

i'm a multifandom writer, and some of my stuff i write for other fandom even got to 1k notes (but it's only likes, the rbs i got doesnt even get to 100 which makes me pretty sad tho but it's the thought that counts maybe) it's a headcannon type of post, and when i try to do the same type of content to my other medias, it didn't do well, so i think it's just bcs of the audience, it's not necessarily us to blame

just know that if your post didn't get a lot of notes now, maybe it will get a lot someday, or if it doesn't, it's just not many people's cup of tea

that's why ppl say to "write what you want" bcs you are the one who writes it and have any right to enjoy it, if people doesn't enjoy it, it's nothing to really blame about, but it's best to move on

as i said before, the dr fandom do be lacking audience these days, so maybe try interacting w other writers that enjoy the same things as us? ik interacting can be so exhausting for some (at least for me aha), so don't feel obligated to, it's just nice to share w each other

i hope this ask can help u, best of luck for you!! ik you can get thru it, and i'll be waiting for u to write more amazing stuffs soon:D

WAA anon thank you for the kind words ಥ_ಥ this made me v happy to see.

i noticed that too - a lot of canon dr ships get wayy more attention then self-ships… which makes me :/ bc I’m not a huge shipper. i actually don’t like a lot of the popular ships, but maybe that’s just me.

when I started this blog, i was determined to write purely because I wanted to - and I still won’t change that - but yeah, it’s still not fun to see your works get no notes. esp since I want to become a professional writer later on (non-fandom related), I think I take reception on my works more personally since writing has always kinda been my thing? like the tsumugi fic, I always thought it was p good and then to see it not gain much attraction (maybe it’s bc she’s not a popular character idk) just feels bad.

but I also know a lot of writers feel like this! and I’m glad it’s being talked about more. i kinda strive on validation and recognition, esp online since I can be myself more instead of irl, where I’m more reclusive and anxious.

I’ve been thinking about expanding to genshin or obey me, but (1) I would have to rebrand my blog or create a new one, which would take time (2) as much as I love genshin, idk how to even write the characters well 😭 I haven’t gotten that far into the game, mostly bc I’m so busy w school, and I know there’s a lot of lore I don’t know about, and (3) there’s so many good genshin works out there and so many cute blogs that its like… well, it’s been done before, should I even try? ya know? I mean, cake is still cake, but if I don’t have the better cake then what’s the point (>_<)

this became a venting piece fhdkfhdj I’m so sorry. but i feel much better knowing I have support !! ʕっ•ᴥ•ʔっ I would love to interact with other dr creators!! but I’m so shy I feel like I’ll just… mess it up. if anyone wants to come off anon though (or even on anon dw) and talk to me, I would be more than happy to! even if it’s just to ramble. i promise I’m not scary ๑`^´๑

#this made me happy ty again anon :’)#bunnie answers ❣️

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frogtanii · 3 years

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“alright everyone, thank you for sticking around. please take care of yourselves and i’ll see you next time.” with a fake smile and a couple of clicks, kenma’s stream was turned off and computer powered down.

he let out a deep sigh before looking at the clock. it read 7:23am. he’d streamed all night. again. kuroo was going to have his head.

standing up with a groan, kenma ruffled his hair and adjusted his hoodie before making his way to the kitchen for an early morning drink before going to sleep for the rest of the day.

he shuffled along the wooden floors, his fuzzy kitty socks making little to no noise as he made his way to the five-star kitchen iwaizumi had managed to get for them.

kenma was a little confused as to who the kitchen was for — sure osamu used it for his videos but most nights, the house members ordered out or meiko cooked them a big dinner.

granted, he’d never actually seen meiko cook anything before but she took credit for it every time and she had no reason to lie. she was just that kind.

just the thought of meiko brought a small smile to kenma’s face. she was the one person who he felt understood him and cared for him like no other. she cleaned the house, she cooked for everyone, and she wasn’t stingy with her love.

although kenma was never one who liked sharing, he was willing to try for her. the others were equally enamored with meiko, willing to do almost anything for her and he didn’t blame them. the only thing was, he hadn’t hung out with her in so long and judging by the murmurs throughout the house, no one else had either.

oh well. he just needed to get her alone and ask if she wanted to watch him stream. he would ask if she wanted to actually play with him but she hated video games and would throw a fit if he asked so instead he would play and she would sit on his bed on her phone.

as much as kenma would’ve liked for his s/o to have something in common with him, he knew beggars couldn’t exactly be choosers — meiko reminded him of that fact every time he bothered requesting that they did something he wanted to do for date night.

the more his mind raced, the further his smile dropped as his eyebrows furrowed in disappointment. he knew she was busy but would it kill her to spend just a little time with him? was he really that disgusting? that repulsive?

kenma was jolted out of his thoughts at the sound of atsumu’s loud voice echoing throughout the kitchen. his golden eyes narrowed in suspicion — atsumu was never up early unless he was planning a prank which immediately put kenma on defense.

that was until he heard a light snort coming from room that he knew couldn’t have come from anyone but you.

slowly, kenma scooted forward to peek around the corner where his eyes met a scene that made his stomach churn and his heart twist in his chest.

you were dressed in some kind of apron and fluffy skirt combination while making a pot of really expensive coffee as atsumu hovered around you, teasing you clad in a massive hoodie (looked like samucooks merch) and gray sweats.

“tsum, leave me alone!” you laughed, shoving him out the way with your hip, skating around the kitchen as though you’d been in there thousands of times before.

that left kenma furrowing his brows in confusion. meiko always said you never cooked so why did you know exactly where the creme and sugar was? not even meiko remembered that but she played it off as her being a little forgetful. (would she lie?)

“go to bed atsumu,” your playful voice brought kenma back into the present, his golden eyes peeping you giving the blonde miya a tight hug and a slap on the butt, sending him back up the stairs and to his room.

kenma couldn’t help the feeling of jealousy that crept up his spine. he wanted this with meiko — a clearly loving but playful relationship where both parties were open with their affection for one another. he had no idea if you and atsumu were actually dating but your relationship was something he aspired to have.

“kenma?” god, kenma needed to stop getting lost in his thoughts, your hesitant voice pulling him out the shadows. you gave him a soft smile before waving him over to which he tentatively obliged.

he kept his distance from you, meiko’s warnings ringing throughout his brain as he took a seat at the counter across from you.

kenma noticed how your smile dropped a little at the corners at his blatant avoidance but you quickly plastered on a fake one, moving to pull out a cup and pour him his favorite sleepytime concoction of akaashi’s special chamomile tea and 4.5 drops of melatonin.

when he sent you a look of distrust, you just shrugged, saying, “i know what everyone drinks,” before turning back to pour your own thermos full of coffee.

he watched you as you worked, not missing the tenseness of your shoulders at his presence but you never once alluded that you wanted him gone.

kenma supposed that’s what gave him the confidence to ask, “do you make coffee every morning?” his voice was gravelly with the lack of sleep but you paid it no mind. “pretty much. i usually need this cup to get through the day at work and then recording at home.” you waved your colorful cup in the air for emphasis.

“work?” you nodded. “yeah, i work at the gaming cafe by the university? i have to wear cat ears but it pays pretty decently.” heat flooded through kenma’s cheeks as he briefly imagined you decked out in a full cat-maid outfit before shaking his head, guilt oozing from his pores. (he belonged to meiko...)

the room fell silent after that, the only sounds being kenma’s small sips of his tea and your brewing of another pot of coffee to leave for the house.

“ah shit, i gotta go. i guess i’ll... see you later?” you asked awkwardly while pulling a cardigan over your apron and skirt uniform. kenma just nodded, watching you race out the door to catch the bus to work.

finishing off his mug, he placed it in the sink, his blush back in full force as he realized what you had absentmindedly done — kenma had never told you he’d been up all night and was in need of sleeping assistance but yet you prepared him exactly what he’d needed.

kenma knew for sure that meiko had no idea about his insomnia and his favorite remedy and he didn’t know if that made him feel better or worse. he wouldn’t want to worry her but a part of him wished she cared enough to know. (but that was selfish... don’t be selfish kenma...)

staring at the base of the sink, he smiled to himself at the thought of your kind words and careful hands before physically shaking the thoughts off.

no. he was with meiko and he was happy (was he?). but that didn’t mean he couldn’t just say...

“thank you.”

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a crack in the facade

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sweetmotherof · 3 years

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Haikyuu Fics: The Classics™️

EDIT: pt 2!!

I wanted to make a post to archive what I would call “The Classics” as far as Haikyuu fanfic on ao3 goes. For anyone new to the daunting world of Haikyuu fanfiction, these works are probably the most popular, talked-about works throughout the fandom, so they are a good place to start! I haven’t read some of these, but the reason I included them is that I’ve seen so much hype around them. Comment the ones I missed, and I’m definitely going to be doing a part 2. Enjoy <3 :D

*contains nsfw fics* READ TAGS BEFORE U READ

⭑=my faves

BOKUAKA

Rules by ConesOfDunshire⭑

E, 120 k words

Accountant Akaashi. Pianist Bokuto. WHAT MORE COULD YOU WANT??? This fic is seriously novel-worthy, and Bokuto having Asperger’s is a beautiful component to the story. I found that the characterization and the attention to detail the author put into the story is what made it a truly distinguishable and unique fic that allowed it to rise to the top. It is worth every kudos, comment, bookmark, and more. Highly recommend.

Behind Bricks by DeathBelle⭑

E, 60 k words, cw: prostitution, choking, and heavy content so READ THE TAGS

This darker fic follows Akaashi as he deals with his life as a prostitute, and how Bokuto comes in and is able to change it for the better. I feel sometimes that heavy topics such as the trauma from sex work are really misrepresenting in fanfiction, but the author does a great job of portraying it in a real way and not romanticizing it at all. I loved to watch love bloom for Akaashi in the cracks of his tumultuous life, because he deserves everything <333

In Another Life by LittleLuxray⭑

T, 22 k words, cw: terminal illness, hospitals, major character death

As the highest-rated Haikyuu fanfic on ao3, this work is a monument and will go down in Haikyuu history. That being said, it honestly did such a number on me that I think it deserves the hype. This hospital au revolving around Akaashi and Bokuto’s budding relationship is truly heartbreaking, to say the least. Read it at your own risk, and oh, you can find references to it under almost any Bokuaka related post.

IWAOI

Conquering the Great King by SuggestiveScribe

105 k words, E

This rollercoaster of a fic, set in a universe where Oikawa and Iwaizumi meet in a bar, is funny, profound, and awe-inspiring all in one. The relationship dynamic between the two is very cute and well-done. I highly recommend this one if you are a sucker for some good, old Iwaoi, and I also love the side pairings. Just, overall, a really nice and satisfying read.

the courtship ritual of the hercules beetle by kittebasu(chanyeol)

T, 66.3k words, cw: injury, homophobia

This fic is a favorite on tik tok, from what I’ve observed. I haven’t read it yet, but when people discuss it, they always commend the writing and the non-linear narrative. I have personally not read this one yet, but I have seen people rave about this one because of the emotional impact it had on them. It seems to me that the writing and emotions on this one are its claims to fame, so definitely check it out.

Desperado by Verbrennung

M, 82k words

Talk about raved about fics, I have seen this one mentioned countless times on various platforms. This Iwaoi fic is set in a Vegas/Japan fusion setting, which immediately caught my eye. The premise of a heist fic also is probably what caught people's attention the most, because what is better than an Iwaoi heist fic (nothing. nothing is better.) I recommend this if you want a bit of a longer fic that had a tumultuous plot and a wild romance.

SAKUATSU

Burden of Blame by DeathBelle⭑

E, 91k words, cw: graphic violence, guns, ptsd, panic attacks, murder, death, injury and more so READ TAGS

Burden of Blame is THE mafia au fic of the Haikyuu ao3 universe. I love this fic soooo much. From it’s wild plot to the flawless writing, I was constantly on my feet. I definitely recommend if you want something that will keep you on the edge of your seat. Also, the enemies to lovers is CHEFS FUCKING KISS.

A Liar’s Truth by internetpistol⭑

E, 49.6k words, cw: HOMOPHOBIA!! read tags pls

Oh. My. God. I simply cannot with this fic. It turned me inside out, upside down, and threw me into the void. Please, if you have one singular brain cell, you will read this fic. This narrative about Sakusa’s life and his relationship with his sexuality is a masterpiece. I cannot recommend this one enough. You do not want to miss out on this genuine piece of art.

Stick With You by lettersinpetals

E, 99k words

This fic follows Sakusa and Atsumu as they get stuck in the Philippines over quarantine. Honestly, if you want an enemies to lovers that really goes in depth into the trope, this is the one for you. One of my favorite things about this fic is the inclusion of the Filipino language, and I found myself reading all of the translations at the end. I would recommend this if you want a longer, feel good Sakuatsu fic. Also, lettersinpetals is a Sakuatsu classic author.

the Terminal Curiosity series by favspacetwink and moonlumie

E, total 112k words, not finished, 8 works, READ TAGS

This fic is probably the notorious BDSM fic, which I’m glad because it portrays it in a very consensual and safe way. I’m personally not into that stuff, but I still was able to enjoy it for the plot and the amazing writing. I definitely recommend it if you are looking for something with BDSM components with some focus on their relationship dynamics too. I actually did really enjoy this fic, and I think the way their relationship kind of progressed backward was really, really good. Even if BDSM isn’t your cup of tea, I still recommend checking this one out and reading the tags to see if it is something you’re willing to give a chance too, because, for me, it paid off.

KUROKEN

the galaxy is endless (i thought we were, too) by cosmogony

T, 30.9k words, cw: illness, DEATH

I have yet to read this fic. I am genuinely too afraid. Similarly to In Another Life, I constantly see people discussing to the degree in which this fic destroyed them, and honestly after In Another Life, I don’t think I could handle another one. This soulmates au has crushed so many people throughout the fandom that if you want someone to give you more detail on why it’s the saddest thing ever, you probably wouldn’t have to look very far.

Of Monsters and Men by shions_heart

M, 220k words, cw: violence, temporary character death

This longer fic follows Kuroo, Kenma, and many others through a demon hunter/buffy the vampire-style universe, with magic, drama, and much more. If you are looking for a fantasy, action-packed, beautifully written fic, this is definitely one you should check out. The romance and action combination will always be chefs kiss, superb.

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lunaekalenda · 3 years

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helo can I request 3 “They don’t compare to you. No one does.” with Levi Ackerman thank u ❤️♥️

of course! i hope you like it! i love petra but i thought she could be a good breaking point here sorry aa

levi x reader

mention of alcohol, a lil angsty, mentions of cigarettes.

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You ask for another shot while your head gets full of Levi. Of his skin and his kisses, his words and his smiles. You don't know if you're drunk from the alcohol or from his memories. Ymir gives you another one, looking at you with her pierced brow raised, taking silently a cup to dry.

"Didn't you drink enough?" she asks, looking concerned at how you take a sip of the shot. It tastes awful. Like the two previous ones. You usually don't drink, and that's why Ymir, your friend since high school, is so worried about it. You hear the door. Historia enters the bar quietly, a kiss can be heard on the background while you keep hiding your head between your arms. Historia asks Ymir about your bad state once they get parted.

"Levi and Y/N... They had a little fight over Petra." Ymir sighs.

Petra. You want to cry again. She's the root of the problem. The girl who Levi liked on high school, the one that left him sad when she went to study abroad. You started dating when he forgot about her, and now she casually appears again and more casually wants to have a tea with your boyfriend. Just with him.

"Y/N, I'm going to close the bar..." Ymir says. Her patience is reaching her limit. "Oh, goddess, get the ass out of my fucking chair."

You hear the door again. You don't take your head up. Whoever it is, welcome. You know those steps, silent but elegant. That fast breath, as if he has been running for a time.

"Y/N..." you hear. It's him. You don't even need to look. Levi is standing behind you.

"Go away." you say, taking the shot again to your lips. A delicate hand takes it. "Eh!" You take your gaze up. Historia has your shot, pouring it down the sink. You pout. "I paid for that, Hisu." You feel a warm palm on your shoulder.

"Let's go home, Y/N." he says. You look at him, angry.

"You're coming back to me after her rejection?" you ask. Levi raises a brow, lost on your palaver. He knows you're tipsy. He takes a deep breath.

"Please, love, let's go home and talk things calmly. Nothing happened with Petra." Petra again. Your head hurts every time her name is mentioned.

"We'll be outside. End your thing as soon as possible, someone wants to go home." Ymir says, taking a cigarette from her pocket. She and Historia leave the bar. Levi runs his hand on his hair. You look at him.

"Was the tea interesting, Levi?" you ask. You don't want to cry but you feel the tears on the corners of your eyes. Levi sighs.

"y/n, Petra is going to get married. To Gunther." he cuts you. You two stay in silent, his grey eyes against yours. The tear you've been trying to avoid falls silently, disappearing down your cheek. He gets a step closer. "She didn't invite you because she knows you don't tolerate her. And, for goddess sake, I'm in love with you. I will never cheat on you. You're the most precious one I have." his words are followed by a caress on your cheek while, with the other hand, he searches something on his pocket. Takes out a letter. "Here. Our invitation." Your eyes are slow to focus on the beautiful handwriting, "Levi and y/n." It's true. There was the proof. You shamelessly blamed on him. You didn't give him the trust he deserves.

"I'm sorry." you sob, before starting crying. He grabs you closer, letting you cry against his chest. He caresses your hair. "You deserve my trust."

"Promise me you won't doubt of me again. Everybody makes a mistake. The key is not making it again." he whispers.

"But she's so pretty... I thought you liked her better." you say.

"She doesn't compare to you. No one does." his breath hits your ear when he hugs you. "You're the most smart, beautiful, kind and good person for me. You're perfect." he says.

His lips find your forehead on a sweet kiss.

"Please, let's go home." you ask. He nods, giggling.

"Next time, don't drink that much, dummy." passing his arm under yours, he helps you to go out of the bar.

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naturallytom · 3 years

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Mending a Broken Heart (Tom Holland x reader, alternative part)

a/n: me? writing? unheard of. jk im tryin to get back into the groove!! this is an alternate version to Mending a Broken Heart, so some parts are the same and some I’ve edited or added some things! hope u enjoy!!

warnings: language, angst, mentions of cheating

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You had noticed it for months. Tom has been pulling away, spending more time out with the boys than at home with you. His kisses became forced and the words ‘love you’ slowly stopped falling from his lips.

Most days he would leave for work before you woke up and on the rare occasion you were up when he left, he would mumble a ‘goodbye’ before walking out the door. Sometimes, if you were lucky, he would press a gentle kiss to your forehead. Most times, though, he would just leave.

You did your best to keep the love alive, you were still madly in love with him. The wedding band that sat tightly on your ring finger mocked you. A symbol of what was love has turned into one sided love. Hell, you weren’t sure if Tom wore his wedding ring anymore.

A quick glance to his left hand would reveal that he didn’t.

You spent your nights wondering if it was something you did. Were you too clingy when he left to film? Was he just tired of you after four years of marriage? Did he find someone else?

No. You shook your head to yourself one night as you laid in the bed by yourself, the space usually occupied by Tom cold. If he found someone else and if he cheated, that’s on him. Not on you.

Still, the thought plagued your mind. Did he meet someone else? Was she prettier than you? Is that where he was when he said he was out with the boys? Was she able to give him something you couldn’t give him?

The door opening and shutting alerted you that Tom was home. You sighed, knowing it’d be another night of sleeping on opposite sides of the bed.

The door to the bedroom opened and in came Tom, Tessa jumping up to greet him.

“Hey girl, hey love, how are you, hm?” He whispered, petting Tessa as his eyes flickering over to you, who was visibly awake. “Thought you’d be asleep by now. ‘S late.”

“Couldn’t sleep.” You replied simply. “Hey so I was thinking, we haven’t had a date night in a while, maybe you wanted to go out to see the Halloween decorations around town and get dinner tomorrow night?”

“Can’t,” He shook his head as he got ready for bed. “Harrison wants to watch the game. Told him I’d go.”

“Didn’t you just see Harrison tonight?”

“Yeah, and?”

“Nothing.” You sighed, obviously upset. “Nothing, Tom. Goodnight.”

“Night.” He responded, turning out the light and climbing into bed, falling asleep with his back toward you.

The next day, you were surprised to see Tom already awake and waiting in the kitchen, sipping on a cup of tea when you got downstairs.

“Good morning.” You smiled softly.

“We need to talk.” He told you. You felt your heart drop and your palms get sweaty, but you wiped them on your pajama pants in an effort to seem totally calm and not panicked.

“A-About what?” You asked, your voice coming out shaky.

“I think,” Tom started. “I think we should get divorced.”

It was then, at 8:30 am that your world came crashing down.

“W-What?” You whimpered out, your voice weaker than before. “Why?”

“I’m not happy with you anymore.” He said simply. Your eyes flickered to his left hand, noticing the absence of the golden wedding band, making your heart ache.

“We can try couples’ therapy. We can go on dates like we used to, Tom, please! We can fight for this, Tom. Fight for us.” You cried, your heart shattering into a million tiny pieces, each one puncturing your lungs as you struggled to keep your breath under control.

“No,” He shook his head. “My mind is made up. I’m sorry, y/n. Um, I found a lawyer at a firm, they have a lot of other lawyers there you can contact. I’ll just, uh, leave their card here.”

“So that’s it? Three years of dating and four years of marriage down the drain?” You sobbed, holding your knees to your chest as you sat on the kitchen floor.

“I’m sorry, y/n. Truly, I am.”

He placed the small business card on the counter, grabbing the bags you didn’t even notice, mumbling an ‘I’ll be staying with Haz,’ before walking out the front door, like he did every other day. This time, though, you had the sinking feeling he was leaving for good.

It was only three weeks that your lawyer came over to meet with you, joined by Tom and his lawyer. You kept your eyes focused on the table as you signed the paperwork, wanting to get this done as soon as possible.

As soon as everyone left, you shut the door, slid down the back of it, and cried.

Nearly two months after the worst day of your life and it was time for a self care night. The ring that once sat on your left hand was buried away in your jewelry box somewhere and you were finally starting to feel free and somewhat happy again after crying yourself to sleep and wondering where it all went wrong for months.

After the divorce you buried yourself in work, using it as a distraction from going home to an empty house. You also moved out of the house you once called home. Not only was it too painful to go home to an empty house, but it was too painful to go home to a house that held so many happy and loving memories. You took the necessities along with some things you wanted with you and set yourself up in a hotel room for the time being. You treated it as a vacation. Except only a few people knew where you were. Your family knew, along with your friends, including Harrison, on the condition he didn’t tell Tom where you were. You started making time for yourself in your little hotel room and you became happier.

Tonight, after a long day of work, you ordered your favorite Chinese food, played your favorite songs, and ran yourself a bath with a vanilla scented bath bomb. You were enjoying a glass of wine, the hot water of the bath soothing you when the music playing from your phone was interrupted by a call coming in.

To your surprise, it was Tom. You contemplated answering it, but instead, let it go to voicemail. However, you were curious as to why he called, though you were also 99% positive it was a pocket dial. So you played the voicemail, the familiar voice ringing throughout the bathroom.

“Hey y/n, um, I hope you’re doing well. I just called because I wanted to tell you something. I um, I miss you. A lot. And I know I don’t get to feel that way but I do and I just wanted to tell you that and I guess ask if there was any possibility of meeting to talk? Uh, call me back if...if you want. I don’t blame you if you hate me. Bye. Love y-”

You turned off the voicemail before the phrase could be finished. Millions of thoughts filled your mind, ranging from happy ones to ones that made your heart ache and tears fill your eyes.

You decided to ignore it, pretend it never happened, and enjoy your self care night.

When Tom pulled up to his former house with flowers in his car and a pit of nerves in his stomach, he expected to see your car in the driveway and at least one light to be on. He was greeted with an empty driveway and a dark house, which confused him. It was the weekend, so you weren’t work. Maybe you had to run an errand?

But after 20 minutes, he gave up hope that you were home and tried to call you, which to no surprise, you didn’t pick up again. He instead called Harrison in an effort to try and find out if he knew where you were.

“What do you want?” Harrison answered, half concentrating on what Tom was about to say and half concentrating on the game in front of him.

“Do, uh, do you know where y/n is?” Tom asked, taking Harrison by surprise.

“y/n?” Harrison paused the game, suddenly not able to concentrate on it. “Why d’you want to know where y/n is?”

“I just want to talk to her.” He mumbled.

“If I knew that’s where you were going I wouldn’t have let you go.” Harrison sighed. “Listen she made me swear that I wouldn’t tell you-”

“Please Harrison? You’ve seen how much of a mess I’ve been. I just want to see if I have a shot.” Tom begged, making his friend cave.

“Fine but if she moves again I won’t be telling you shit.”

The next day you were enjoying a cup of tea and reading your book, getting some relaxation in before your week began when a knock on the door interrupted you. Confusion filled your body, you weren’t expecting anyone to pop by.

Looking out the peephole, you froze at the sight that greeted you. Tom was standing outside your door, a bouquet of your favorite flowers in his hands.

“Hi.” He breathed out, his nose and the tips of his ears red from the harsh winter air.

“How the hell did you find me?” You asked, keeping your eyes focused on the ground.

“Harrison. I begged him to tell me.” He answered.

“I’m gonna kill him.” You muttered. “What do you want?”

“Can..Can I come in?” He asked.

You wanted to say no, that he could say what he wanted to say outside or just not let him speak at all. But you wanted to be courteous to the other people on your floor and part of you was curious as to what he was going to say. So you wordlessly opened the door slightly, letting him in and closing the door behind him.

“Now what do you want?”

“Did you get my voicemail?” He responded, hope filling his eyes when you nodded. “Um, I brought these for you. I was hoping we could talk.”

“I don’t want your flowers. Why should I talk to you? We’re divorced, just like you wanted.” Tom winced at the words. “Nothing to change.”

“Actually, we’re not.” He corrected. “I called the office the other day. Um, it’s not official yet.”

“Well then they should make it official. Maybe I can call them and make it happen as my very last Christmas present to you. Just what you wanted.” You snapped.

“No, this isn’t what I want, can I speak, please?” He pleaded, his eyes resembling those of a puppy.

“You’re speaking already.” You answered, gesturing for him to continue nonetheless.

“I- How have you been? I stopped by the house-”

“Tom I’m not gonna listen to your small talk. Say what you have to say and leave.” You told him. His heart broke but he couldn’t blame you.

“Um, so I thought I wasn’t happy with you but um, as time went on, I realized how much I miss having you in my life.” He began, visibly nervous. “I was just looking through our pictures and how happy you looked and I just, I guess I realized I wanted to be the one to make you that happy again.”

“You haven’t made me happy in months, Tom.”

“I know.” His heart clenched. “I know and I’m so sorry, y/n. I really am.”

“Was there someone else? Did you cheat on me?” You asked.

“No, no absolutely not, y/n.” He answered before adding; “I went on a date with someone after we split up but it didn’t work out. I realized she wasn’t what I want.”

“Of course she wasn’t.” You scoffed.

“I want you, y/n. I want to spend the rest of my life making you happy again.” He told you, tears filling your eyes. “Is there..is there any possibility you could love me again?”

“Again?” You seethed. “Tom I never fell out of love with you! I never stopped loving you! That was all you! You stopped loving me and you wanted this stupid fucking divorce!”

“I..I don’t think I ever stopped loving you either.” He whispered, tears falling down his rosy cheeks. “Please, y/n, if there’s even the tiniest chance..”

“Of what, Tom? Of going right back to being married? Of you making me happy? I don’t know, Tom! I don’t know anything except that I hate you right now.” You sobbed, crying into your knees while Tom let out quiet sobs of his own, his heart clenching at the lack of wedding band on your left hand and the lack of love in your voice, but especially your eyes. Your eyes, which once held so much love and adoration for him were now full of anger and resentment.

“Of..anything, y/n. Please, I just want a second chance to show you how much you mean to me, to make you happy again. I will do anything to save us, anything you want. And...and if it’s not working or you just really hate me, I wouldn’t blame you. Not at all.” He begged, his eyes puffy and red.

“I tried to save us, Tom. Don’t you remember? I begged and pleaded with you to do couples therapy to go on dates when you were breaking my heart into a million tiny pieces. I begged you to try and fight for us, for our marriage, but you just walked out the god damn door!” You spit through gritted teeth.

“I fucked up, I know. I fucked up so badly.” He cried, wiping his tears away.

“And if leaving me wasn’t enough, you took Tessa too! I was left completely alone in that big fucking house that was haunted by you. I couldn’t stand it.” You sobbed.

“I’m..I’m sorry, y/n. So so fucking sorry. What do you want me to do?”

“I want...I want you to hurt. I want you to hurt the way you hurt me. I want you to know how this fucking feels.” You said, your voice getting louder with each word that fell from your lips.

Tom could only cry. This was ripping him apart, he couldn’t even imagine what the whole thing felt like to you.

“I’m gonna need time to think, Tom.” You finally mumbled, Tom nodding in response.

“I’ll give you all the time you need. I promise you-”

“Don’t. Don’t promise me anything.” You spoke, your voice low. “You won’t be able to keep it. You promised you’d love me forever four years ago and look what happened.”

“y/n pl-”

“You don’t get to do this. You-you don’t get to just waltz right back in here and ask for a second chance to fight for us when I didn’t even get a first chance. How do I know this won’t end like it did before?”

“y/n, I swear to you, if this isn’t working out, you can leave me. I...I just want a chance to prove myself to you.” He begged.

“God, Tom. You don’t get it! I’m not going through this again. Do you realize how much you broke me the first time? Fuck, you had a chance, Tom. And you threw it away.” You muttered quietly.

“I regret that every day. Every god damn day.” He told you honestly.

“I don’t know, Tom.” You sighed.

“Talk to me?” He tried, knowing you were hiding something deeper than an ‘I don’t know.’

“Don’t know what else there is to say.” You mumbled. “I don’t trust you, I-I can’t trust you. I hate you.”

“Why’d you get a hotel room?” Tom sniffled, changing the subject.

“I told you. I hated being in that house. Hated being surrounded by the happy pictures and memories of us.” You told him honestly. “I want to start over.”

“What?”

“I want to start over. I can’t go back to being emotionally married to you even if we’ll still be married legally. I’m talking starting from scratch, as if we were meeting for the first time, the whole deal.” You told him.

“That sounds perfect, y/n. Thank y-”

“Get out, Tom. Please. I just want to be alone and not with you right now. I’m still not happy with you.”

“Okay.” He breathed out, hope filling him once again. “You won’t regret this, I promise.”

“What did I just say about promises?” You asked tearily.

“I know, I know. I’m determined to keep this promise, though.” He told you.

“Fine. Whatever. Just please leave for now.” You whimpered, watching as he walked out the door, just like he did when he broke your heart.

You decided you needed another self care night. Another bath was run, another vanilla scented bath bomb was used, more wine was consumed.

Tom texted you right as you got out of the bath.

Tom: hey y/n, it’s tom, just incase you don’t have my number saved anymore. I just wanted to say thank you for the second chance. I really am grateful. I hope you have a relaxing night, you deserve it.

You rolled your eyes and tossed your phone gently on your bed, though you could feel your heart rate pick up and butterflies fill your stomach.

Tom began texting you sweet little things each morning, whether it was to let you know that he’s been thinking of you or to tell you that he hopes you have a great day. At first you ignored them, but then you began responding in short answers of one or two words until the two of you were texting every day, like when you met for the first time seven years ago.

Over a month after you started texting again, Tom took you on a first date. Pulling up to your hotel, Tom felt the nerves fill his body as he walked up to your door and knocked, another bouquet of your favorite flowers in his hand.

He felt all the air leave his lungs as you opened the door. You looked absolute stunning. You were wearing a navy blue dress that reached down to just above your knees, one Tom bought you one year.

“Wow, hi.” He breathed. “You look stunning.”

“Thank you.” You smiled, accepting the flowers he handed you. “I’ll be right back.”

Tom took you to your favorite restaurant that night, one that the two of you frequented when you (formerly) went on dates.

When he took you back to your hotel, he walked you up to the door, where he nervously asked if he could kiss you.

You said yes, and that was all Tom needed to press a soft kiss to your lips. The kiss was magical, both of you felt the sparks between the two of you.

“God I missed doing that.” Tom mumbled as he pulled away to breathe.

“Then do it again.”

A couple months after that, Tom moved back in with you. You had gone back to the house every now and then, to slowly acclimate yourself to being back in the once happy house, only fully moving back when Tom moved back as well. The pictures of the two of you were dusted off, making your heart race instead of hurt at the sight of the happy memories.

Finally, after a year, Tom proposed to you (again). You hesitated a little bit, still scared it would end in heartbreak again, which broke Tom’s heart, but said you yes in the end.

The two of you renewed your vows, putting on the golden bands that were once again a symbol of the love the two of you shared.

You had a small party back at your house after the ceremony, your families joining to celebrate. You found Tom alone in the kitchen, grabbing a beer for him and Harry.

“Hey.” You greeted, fiddling with your fingers as tears of happiness filled your eyes.

“Hey, what’s wrong, my love?” Tom asked, concerned as soon he saw the tears filling your eyes.

“Nothing, nothing. I, um,” You started, wiping your tears away and wrapping your arms around Tom’s neck. “I’m really glad we made it back to this.”

“Me too, lovey. I love you so much.” He whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

“Hey, Tommy?”

“Yeah?”

“You kept your promise.” You smiled softly, making Tom’s heart ache at the memory of you not being able to trust him.

“I told you I would.”

Your moment was interrupted by Harrison, who entered the kitchen, smiling at his two best friends happily in love once again.

“Aren’t you so glad I told him where you were staying?” He joked, making you roll your eyes.

“Shut up, Harrison.” You smiled. As your eyes flickered between Tom and Harrison, though, you knew you wouldn’t have been in this position if Harrison didn’t spill the beans to Tom.

“Hey Haz?” You called, as Harrison went to leave the kitchen in fake offense. He turned at the sound of his name, knowing what was coming.

“Thank you.” Tom nodded in agreement, his arm slipping around your waist.

Harrison just smiled even bigger, all three of you knowing everything would be okay from now on.

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Tea Prompts!

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Tags: Kaeya, Albedo, Diluc, Dainsleif, Tartaglia x gn!reader(separate), fluff mostly, angst if you s q u i n t, Diluc/Kaeya story spoilers

milk tea; what are their kisses like?

Kaeya Kaeya kisses like an avalanche, sudden and passionate and heavy. He’s not coy, he’s not slow, he knows what he wants and his kisses reflect that. Pulls you in by the waist or cups your cheeks and tilts your face to his. He tastes faintly like wine, which is funny, because his kisses leave you breathless and intoxicated, wanting more.

Dainsleif Slow and meaningful, every kiss has a place and a time. A reason behind it. He’s touch starved and afraid and that shows in the way he grips your jaw and holds you close as he kisses you like it’ll be the last time every time. He doesn’t know the meaning of soft, there’s only you, and him, and his never ending quest to defeat the Abyss. He tastes like the mixed drinks he consumes at night and during the day he tastes faintly of something you couldn’t begin to explain.

Tartaglia His kisses are suffocating and are never short or without some sort of battle for dominance. He kisses like the ocean, pulling you down and washing over you with his essence. He tastes like how you imagine victory would taste, it's all very interesting. He’s a lot of tongue and teeth and gripping you tight no matter who is watching, he doesn’t care, he just wants to show you how he feels, and oh boy do his kisses somehow always convey how he feels.

Diluc Heated and needy, so so needy. He’s touch starved but in a really different way than Dainsleif. Away from prying eyes he’s touchy and needy, hands roaming your body, your hair, you. He’s so warm and he tastes like cinnamon hearts. Diluc insists one hand must be in his hair at all times when he’s kissing you, and his hair is so soft and fluffy it’s hard not to indulge. In public he prefers chaste kisses but he’s not above pulling you away for a proper kiss.

Albedo Experimental, curious, it changes every time. He always tastes of chalk and the lollipops he steals from his fellow captain’s desk. A surprising amount of less lip on lip action, he likes to roam with his mouth, find out what makes you tick, where to kiss to get certain reactions. Sometimes he’ll reenact a scene he read in one of Lisa’s romance novels. He’s just curious and his kisses and their always changing nature certainly reflects that.

peppermint tea; what do they get excited about?

Kaeya Kaeya is versed in a lot of things. Perfume making, hand to hand combat, horse training, how to read body language, wine in food, wine in drink form, wine in general. But nothing quite gets him excited like a good chat about the wine making process. He learned from his adopted father what goes into making a good wine, and perhaps he’s not part of that family anymore.. But he still remembers how they do it and the intricacies always excite him. So much goes into a fine wine you would not believe- And look at that, he’s been talking for the last hour and for once Diluc isn’t annoyed. You win :)

Dainsleif History, ohhhh my archons. He can talk about history all night if you let him. He talks with his hands when he’s excited about something, drops whatever he’s holding to start gesturing wildly like how the French do? It's cute. Besides history though, he knows, much like Kaeya, quite a bit about alcohol and has no qualms discussing what makes a fine drink. And beyond those two facets of his personality. You’ll find he gets quite excited over.. Flower crowns? Make him one and his eyes light up, star pupils widening as he puts it on. You swear the stars became hearts for a second there..

Tartaglia Man loves fishing like all the chads do. Can talk about fishing all day. Can talk about battle strategy all day, too. And how fishing is good battle practice- Focus, Ajax. Right! He likes dogs, feeling their soft fur between his fingers. He also gets really excited when you ask about his family. He’s pulling out his wallet where he has at least two dozen photos of his siblings and parents. He’s got a massive family, you realise very quickly as he lists their names and little things about them. It’s the only time you’ve ever seen his dull eyes shine, even though it's just a smidge. There’s a shine when he talks about his family.

Diluc Tell him you’re thinking of learning the piano and watch how quickly he pulls his gloves off and leads you to the grand piano in the winery. Invites you to sit beside him so he can teach you the basics. He’s incredibly skilled at piano, and wants you to share in his hobby. Can talk about pianos all day, apparently he knows how to fix them too? Even if pianos are dull to you, indulge him. The way he lights up is to die for, he’s not one for idle chit chat, but pianos?? Man won’t shut the fuck up. Truly, it’s nice. To hear him talk so much

Albedo Another one for the mundane shit tbh. Flowers, light sweet foods, science, dusty old tomes, the truth of the universe- His curiosity is his ‘excitement’. He doesn’t show excitement like the others but you can tell he’s excited when he’s talking about a species of flower and his words sort of slur together as he talks at a fast monotonous pace. Or when he finishes an experiment and you’re the first person he runs to with the results like he just uncovered some great big thing(everything is a great big thing in pursuit of the truth!) You’ll notice that he actually really wants to share his curiosity with you. You. You make him excited, his favourite lab partner.

pomegranate tea; at what point did they know they loved their s/o?

Kaeya When he realised you saw past his lies. The “I’m fine, dove! What? Want my attention?” sort of lies. The moment you began to see past them, you started to hold him, but you never really pushed beyond letting him know you were there. That’s when he realised he had done the unthinkable. Kaeya Alberich had fallen in love, with you. And honestly? Screw the ancient plot. With you by his side, he could conquer the world, but he’d much rather wake up to your kisses instead.

Dainsleif Dainsleif hates to admit it, but he is the kind of man who falls in love with everything around him. The flowers that bloomed despite the harshest conditions, the comforting breeze, water against his skin, the stranger on the street he just passed. So he had always loved you in the way he loved everything. But he realised he really loved you when you traced the leylines on his arm, no fear, no hesitation, just adoration in your eyes. Watching you, he realised that while he loved everyone and everything in the way a guardian does. There was nobody he wanted to protect more than you.

Tartaglia Some may say it's when you bandage his wounds with worry and panic, when you show him that you love him. But really it's when you listen to him talk about his family, talk about how he actually didn’t like his job but he had to do it, for them, he says. And you never judge him. Running your fingers through his hair as he recounts his regrets, when the bloodthirsty warrior persona is gone and it's just Ajax, the boy who liked to fish and listen to stories. When you’re just you, the person who cares about him underneath his title. Love is such a strong word, such a strong feeling, but every time you look at him when he talks.. He loves you.

Diluc Another one for team loves too much, truly. He’s so scared all of the time. His family is gone, and he blames himself for it, he pushed Kaeya away, he couldn’t save his father in time. So accepting that he loved you was not something done easily. But watching you interact with his brother, being kind to someone he still loves who he knows is suffering. Your kindness as Kaeya’s smile falters just a little bit. It's then that he realises he loves you. And the moment the last patron is gone he doesn’t hesitate to bury his face in the crook of your neck and tell you how he feels, no matter how scared he is.

Albedo Love? What is love but a chemical reaction? Albedo doesn’t understand relationships let alone love. All he knows is his heart ticks faster when it sees you, the pulsating grows louder in his ears and it confuses him more than anything else. Watching you interact with Klee, smile on your face as the young girl shows you something or another. Albedo wishes to study this feeling, understand his diagnosis. Is he dying? Contagious, perhaps? Book after book and his answer lies in commitment and he wonders if he can commit. But then you look at him as he rambles on and on about a topic he’s well aware you don’t care about and he decides. Yes. He can commit.

#Kaeya x reader #Albedo x reader #Diluc x reader #Dainsleif x reader #Childe x reader #Tartaglia x reader #tea prompts #gn!reader #go hard or GO HOME #yes maybe im somebody with a lot of siblings and i just want to see them be brothers again do not LOOK AT ME.

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