#it took me from 8:30 this morning to now to actually do that

[yndrgrl]

your boyfriend, katsuki bakugo, loves you dearly, but you're scared you'll never be deserving of him

cute lil dabble. lowkey songfic. fem! reader. angst to comfort. fluff. established relationship. any au. overthinking! reader.

warnings: there are none :D

a/n: picture a "too sweet" by hozier girl x "i wanna be yours" by arctic monkeys boy relationship !

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katsuki is always characterized as hostile yet calculating, a man who knows exactly what he wants. he's destined to be the top of the food chain, everyone knows it. he's powerful man with a deadly gorgeous face, his fangirls would describe.

& in comes you. plain old you.

you honestly have no idea what katsuki sees in you. like, if you're digging deep in yourself, maybe he likes your for your dark, crude sense of humor that always seems to make him belly laugh.

it's said that he's an early bird. he's awake before you every single day, asleep & sound by 8:30-- on the weekends, he'll push it to 10:00. before you've said your first words of the day, he's already made his side of the bed, made & ate breakfast, put away the laundry, & is off to his morning run after his morning workout. his good habits he's developed early in life has benefited him in every way.

he never procrastinated on chores, his paper work is flawless, & you could learn a thing or two from his time management skills. he's always making time for spontaneous dates you wanna go on, festivals you wanna visit, & he makes sure that the pantry is stacked with your favorite snacks. any of your interests are his interests, even if he doesn't fully understand it.

when it comes to katsuki, you ought to wonder if he ever wants to experience something different from his strict, repetitive lifestyle. you sometimes feel stupid for wanting more out; you want to travel somewhere far away, you want to go out clubbing with a bunch of strangers, you want to move to the country side & live in a cottage. katsuki always reels in your dreams, encouraging you but also reminding you that you need to stay consistent to achieve them. you're jealous with how fast he can accept reality.

"babe? you listening?" katsuki questioned, snapping you out of your thoughts. you blinked a couple of times then nodded almost-too enthusiastically. he let out a little chuckle & stroked your cheek with his thumb. "what're you thinking about?"

"nothing, i'm sorry," you sighed with your hands in your lap. you both were on the couch, doing your own thing. he was on his phone, & you were supposed to be doing some work on your laptop, but you found yourself spacing out again.

"don't apologize. i'm just curious about what's going on in that pretty, little head of yours," he told you before he took your hand & pressed his lips against your knuckles. you thought to yourself, i'm not good enough for this man.

you debated whether or not to tell the truth. on one side, he has been your devoted boyfriend for years now, but on the other, he could just be asking out of curtesy. like, what if he actually does not care at all- "(y/n)? talk to me. i know you have something you wanna say," katsuki commented, scooting closer to you. he set the pillow that you placed your laptop on the coffee table so he could get your undivided attention. he caressed your thigh to help ground you.

you stayed silent for a moment, & he waited patiently. you swallowed, your eyes darted from his piercing red ones to the floor to his hands. finally, you said, "you're too sweet for me." he laughed & laughed, & you couldn't help but crack a smile. "what? what's so funny?" you pouted.

"sorry for laughing, princess. it's just no one ever calls me sweet. like, ever," admitted katsuki as he settled down from his fit of laughter. what he said was true though, he didn't have a problem with it. he was not sweet at all, he was rough around the edges & egotistical with the skills to back him up. he only ever thinks about himself & you. "but what makes you say that, hm?"

"well, for one, you always treat me out & take me anywhere i want. we never go where you wanna go," you pointed out, jabbing your finger in his toned chest playfully.

"that doesn't make me sweet. i have the money, & i don't fuckin' care about where we go to eat."

you chose to ignore him, rolling your eyes at him because that was his excuse every time. "two, you're literally in the prime of your life, & you choose to go to sleep at 8:30? how do you sleep so well?"

"(y/n), what is this really about?" he questioned. katsuki brushed your hair away from your face, tucking the silky strands behind your ear. "& don't lie to me, i know you."

"ugh, fineee," you groaned as you threw your head back. maybe it was for comedic effect, or to gather your thoughts & regulate the tears that started to well in your eyes. "do you think i'm like, worthy of you?"

"worthy of me?"

"yeah, do you think i'm good enough for you?" you rephrased, pulling your hands away from him to rub your upper arm. it's embarrassing to admit something, it's scary too. what if, once you point it out, he'll agree & leave you?

"'course i do! i'm the best around & i got the best fuckin' girl, why are you thinking this shit?" katsuki exclaimed, his passion that you wish you had seeping through to his tone. a moment of thick silence followed, you took a deep breath. you suck at emotions.

"you're too good for me, okay! you're so much stronger than everyone, & if that wasn't enough, you're insanely smart! i'm just... here. average at best. people praise you like the morning after an eternity of darkness. you're the rain after a heatwave. everything works out for you, & i'm just the one holding you back from even better things-"

"babe, you're not holding me back or whatever. you've never held me back," he stated like it was a fact, but you felt as though he was just saying that to calm you down. it angered you, & you were ashamed that you were angry because it wasn't even directed at him, it was directed at the fact you felt unworthy.

"no, you don't get it! i aim low because it's realistic for me, i can't afford to aim for anything else because i'm destined to fail. you, on the other hand... you have so much potential. don't you get embarrassed about having a girlfriend like me?"

"no." he answered so quickly, like it was rehearsed, like he knew what you were going to say. "i've never felt embarrassed of you ever. you're so fuckin' dense, you know that?"

you paused just to stare at him. katsuki sure had a way with comforting people. even after years of being a hero, he never learned how to traditionally comfort people. tough love, everyone would call it. but with you, he forced himself to be tender because you deserve treatment no one else gets from him.

there were so many things he wanted to say to you. don't you realize what you do for him? god, katsuki would go mad living without you now that he knows what life is like with you, his missing rib. the two of you are meant to be, you're two sides of the same coin. so what if he's as bright as the morning? you were his darling night, the very universe was visible through your eyes.

"you must be dense if you really thing you're just average. would i go for an average girl?"

"i mean-"

"no, the answer is no. you're deserving of love, my love. everything you've accomplished, everything you've overcome, you're just diminishing it because what? you think you're dumb or something? you- you..." you're the reason my world goes round, you are so talented, he was so desperate to shout these praises at you.

he was never one for romantic gestures through words. if he did, he would've been the best damn poet in the game. "i am yours."

it was such a simple sentence, yet it shook you to the core. you stared into his lively, crimson eyes. the look he gave you in return made your breath hitch; he was so deeply devoted to you, as deep as the pacific ocean.

you leaned in, capturing him in a kiss. tears rolled down your cheeks, your despair melting away. you felt like the two of you were kids again, sharing your first kiss. how could you doubt a man who so clearly, who so desperately, loves every bit of you.

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[solannn]

Haikyuu x Cat!male!reader

description: which,a cat human,[M/N] tries to forget his human past as a cat but it’s isn’t it's not easy as he thought

remember : this story implied male reader and I’m really strict about a fem aligned about reading it you can read it just don’t fetishized it please there’s no nsfw bcs the character aren’t adults so minor are accepted.

KITTY; 01

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You had 2 owners, one is named Kuroo and the other Kenma.

Kuroo is the one who adopted him alone on a desolate street

Kenma sometimes visited you because you lived with Kuroo. Now you've been living with him for about 2 years, you've gotten used to seeing him leave first thing in the morning to go to class.

You decide to go to his room and the first thing you notice is his volleyball, do you remember seeing her playing with Kenma, won't it do any harm if you try to copy their actions?

You transform into a human and take the ball in your hands, at first you didn't understand the basics so you forced yourself to watch tutorials on the computer.

It's 1:30 p.m. you went to eat for your lunch break, you picked up the ball and started playing again for hours but you forgot that your owner came back around 8 p.m. and you made a mess of the house

The door opened, Kuroo was the first to notice he had his mouth open when he noticed you he exclaimed

"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU ??" He enters the house and looks around to find his cat.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH MY CAT? ARE YOU AN ANIMAL KIDNAPER?? A THIE-” he noticed that you had cat ears and a tail.

“…” He looked you straight in the eyes you didn’t know what to say the room became silent before Kenma arrived.

“I didn’t know you had a b-” Kenma started to say appearing from behind making Kuroo jolt. Kuroo cut him off “I DON’T HAVE A BOYFRIEND."

🧚‍♂️

“Are you trying to tell me you’re my cat, Kitty?” You were sitting on the couch talking everyone thought you were crazy in this room.

Oh yes, you forgot that they called you 'Kitty' because of Hello Kitty and the lack of originality.

You sigh trying to find your words “Touch my ear” The 2 boys raised their eyebrows Kuroo took your ear and pulled it very hard, he could tear it off you cried out in pain.

“I SAID TOUCH NOT PULL.” “YOU NEVER KNOW OK!!” he shouted back. Kenma was massaging his tampons because they were screaming so loudly.

“See I’m real!” You said letting a sigh escape your mouth you didn't know why but you couldn't transform yourself maybe from one to stress or something else probably.

You closed your eyes trying to concentrate, you took deep breaths and relaxed your shoulders. A few seconds passed and you became a cat again, you meowed. Kuroo & Kenma look at you in pure shock.

“Now I believe you it wasn’t so hard to do that” said the boy you gave him a glare,a death glare.

🐱

You turned back into a human to talk to them, you sighed “Calling me [M/N] is better than Kitty” you said, scratching the back of your head.

“Why was Kitty a good first name?” Complains Kuroo “It was shitty and no originality 😐” said Kenma “hey! I had no idea ok?☹️”.

“Actually, if you went to high school, that would be great, wouldn’t it?” “Yeah..” Kenma replied with his eyes on his console.

Kuroo smirked, imagining scenarios where you were in high school “ you should hide your tail and your ears” you nodded Kuroo already had an idea in mind.

"But how old are you? In your human form ig" Kenma asked curiosily if you didn’t mind "I’m 16 years I think I should be in second year" Kenma nodded

“Ah! I almost forgot, [M/N]” a warm smile appeared on his face before disappearing “you clean the house 😘". You sighed

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[paleprincessturtle]

More Than a Debt

Greetings! Excuse any errors in my writing and happy reading!

Pairing: Harvey Specter x Female reader

Note: Flashback written in italics.

It’s 8 a.m. in Pearson Specter. It’s the usual morning meeting with all the partners. Harvey looks to his left and sees his junior partner, frowning while playing with her pen. She’s looking outside the window, deep in thought. Harvey clears his throat to get her attention only to fail miserably. He’ll have to talk to her later. He got jobs for her to do anyway. Harvey tried his best to focus on what Jessica was saying but again he failed miserably. His attention falls to the woman who usually took notes in every morning meeting only to see her seem visibly upset and in a daze. Maybe he should ask Donna before actually asking her. Harvey shakes his head when Jessica asks him if there are things he needs to add before they wrap up the meeting. She stands up from her chair before anyone else and storms out of the conference room.

Harvey told Donna to tell her to see him in his office around 5 minutes ago and not Donna nor the actual person he wants to see show up. 30 minutes later, Donna shows up and not far from her is the visibly upset partner in question. She knocks and invites herself in. “I heard rumors that you need my service,” she says as she puts her hands on the armrests. “Are you okay?” are the first words Harvey utters that shock him. “Am I okay?” she snorts, “I used to spend nights here, never once you asked.” Harvey clears his throat, seemingly caught by surprise by his own action. “You seemed very distracted this morning during the meeting. I have an important job for you in our case. I need your head in the game.” Harvey fist-bumps himself (mentally) by his quick recovery. “I always have my head in the game,” she says defensively, arms crossed. Harvey studies her for a while, before contemplating what he wants to say next. “Have dinner with me tonight.” She seems taken aback by what his boss just said to her. “Dinner? With you? Why?” She narrows her eyes at him, trying to figure him out. “When Mike was an associate, I took him to dinner. No biggie.” She still narrows her eyes at him, before reluctantly agreeing. “Fine. But I’m only doing it for the steak and wine.” Harvey smiles as he gets what he wants. “Enough chit-chatting,” Harvey says as he slides a folder to another side of his table. “Go to Louis and ask him for a loophole, then you move on from there.” She opens the folder and nods. She’s about to leave the room before Harvey says, “I’ll get you at 7 p.m.” She frowns, “At my house?” Harvey laughs “We have a big case, how dare you go home before 7. From your office. Now go.” Harvey shoos her as he focuses his attention back on his laptop.

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“So, will you tell me now what’s been bothering you all day?” Harvey asks as he sips his wine. They had a great time. They laughed at each other’s jokes. For once their conversation wasn’t about the practice of law. She plays with the stem of her wine glass before looking up to see Harvey. “I’ve been with this guy from finance, for like a little over 2 months now. His name is George. It was nothing serious but I just found out last night that he’s actually in a relationship, a serious one, with another woman. She’s currently in California.” Harvey pours some more wine into her glass, “you said it was nothing serious but you seem very much affected by it.” She swirls the wine in her glass, “I wasn’t affected by the fact that I won’t be seeing him anymore. I blame myself for not realizing sooner that he is in a relationship with another woman. I feel guilty.” She looks up at Harvey and weakly smiles, unconsciously Harvey smiles back at her and gives her hand a gentle squeeze. These actions speak louder than words coming from Harvey Specter. Harvey quickly releases her hand and takes another sip (or rather gulp) of his wine. “You’ve accomplished your mission now I wanna ask you something,” she says as she leans herself forward. “Why am I still working with you in a lot of cases? I’m not your associate anymore. It was a long time ago since I was your associate. You still feel like you owe my dad?”

Harvey strode happily to his office when Donna told her that his professor from law school who happened to be his client, came for a visit. “Always a pleasure,” Harvey said as he shook hands with the older man. “Harvey, there’s a serious matter I want to discuss with you,” he said in all seriousness. Harvey nodded, encouraging him to continue. “You know another pack of new associates just arrived here this morning?” He asked as he moved his head toward the bullpen. “I heard,” Harvey said carefully. “Do you know each one of them?” Harvey laughed. “You should’ve asked that to Louis.” Harvey was about to open his mouth for another comeback when his professor cut him off. “One of them is my daughter.” The silence hung for quite some time in the room. “Never knew you had a daughter. Is she pretty?” Harvey smirked. “I want her under your tutelage.” Harvey’s smirk was erased from his face. “I didn’t know I had a daughter until she was in one of my classes. A lawyer came to me with all the evidence, and told me her mother recently died and she had no one but me,” he paused “I wish every single night that I could’ve known her earlier, be there for her. But here we are. I want the best for her. When she told me she got the job here, I knew I had to pay you a visit.” Harvey contemplated the reasons for him to refuse this sudden request. But he remembered how he owed this man in front of him a whole lot when he was going through law school. “I’ll talk to Louis, consider it done.”

Harvey snaps back to reality after taking down a memory lane of many years ago. He died not long after that. Lung cancer. “I know you feel like you have to always be by my side since my dad told you to take me under your tutelage. Like I’m the only way you could do to repay him. But I’m not an associate anymore. I can stand on my own and you can probably take another associate to get involved in your cases. If you still feel like you owe my dad, please don’t,” she looks down. “Why should I get an associate when I can get a junior partner that I’ve molded for years?” Harvey tries to lighten up the situation. She just stares at him, not buying what he said. Harvey exhaled. Preparing himself to give her his honest answer. “You are dedicated, your works are always so intricate. You never miss anything. You as my number 2 is heaven. You know when to go against my ideas, you know when to listen. What can I say? You’re an asset.” Harvey sees a smile creep upon her face. “So it has nothing to do with you feeling like you have a debt that you have to pay to my dad?” Harvey smiles, shaking his head softly. “There’s one more reason,” she nods, asking him to continue. “The other reason is that I grew to like you. I not only like you in the sense of your professional capabilities but I like you as a woman. I like you that I want to take you out to dinner, even to my beach house in the Hamptons over the weekend. I want to invite you over while I cook us dinner.” Her jaws drop to the floor. Harvey reaches over the table to caress her cheek, only to earn the sweetest smile he has ever seen. “Okay, maybe I like you a little bit more than that,” Harvey says to her, but even more to himself.

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[wosowrites]

Hot Tub Tease Part 2 ( Leah Williamson x Reader )

Warnings: ⚠️ light smut, touching⚠️

A/N: I won’t write detailed smut unless actually asked too, and there are a few people I won’t write smut for. Idk how i feel about having written slight smut though. If you guys want a part 3, please send in a request because I know it’s gonna be smut you want ;) so if you could help me with a scenario, then i’ll write it.

Prompt: y/n and leah spend the night together, and the lionesses sense something going on between them.

You woke up in Leah’s bed, your leg was slung over her waist and your faces were inches apart. Her arm was around your hip, her hand resting on your ass. You didn’t want to move. It was the last thing you wanted. But it was 7:30, and you needed to get back to your room to put on your track suit and be ready to have breakfast at 8:00.

You gently took Leah’s hand off your ass, placing it beside her. You turned over gently, unravelling your leg from her waist. You pulled the covers off of you and walked towards the washroom where your bra and underwear were hanging. They were dry now. You walked out of the washroom with them in your hand, Leah still sleeping in the bed. You quickly took your hoodie and placed it on the corner of the bed. You turned your back to Leah and pulled off your tee shirt.

It’s was as though Leah could sense the lack of clothing on you. She opened her eyes just as you threw the shirt on the floor, watching the muscles in your back flex, enjoying the sight of your nakedness. "Good morning to you too." Leah said, trying not to groan as you turned a little to your side, giving her a view of your side breast.

You made sure you were fully covered-mostly to keep on teasing leah-before turning completely to look at her. "Good morning." You answered, walking into the washroom to splash water on your face. "Come back to bed." Leah whined, watching you wipe the water off your face with a towel. "I have to get back to my room, Lee. Ellie will be suspicious." You answered.

You walked back into the bedroom to see th duvets off Leah, exposing her abs. You breathed in heavily, looking at her stomach. "Um- i’ll see you later, Leah." You said nervously, all your confidence from last night seemed gone as what you felt for Leah sank in. She was captain, captain for your country. But then you couldn’t help think how good a relationship would be. You both lived in London, although your teams had the biggest WSL rivalry. A gunner and a blue?

You slipped out the room and quickly walked down the hall to your room. You knocked furiously on the door until Ellie opened it. "Where were you? I woke up and you weren’t here." Ellie said, letting you into the room. "I’m sorry, I needed air and I forgot my keycard. I just left 40 minutes ago." You lied. "Y/n… i’ve been awake for an hour. Tell me the truth." Ellie said, watching you as you pulled on your track suit.

You froze, realizing you were caught. "I was with Leah." You said quickly. "Did you sleep together?" Ellie asked. "Did we sleep in the same bed? Yes. Did we have sex? No." You answered. Your tracksuit was on and you had tied your hair into a low messy bun. "Do you like her?" Ellie pushed again. "Ellie." You said sternly, feeling bad immediately. "I’m sorry. I don’t know. Actually no that’s not true. I love her. I want to be with her. I want too- we had a moment in the hot tub last night." You told her.

And Ellie being Ellie, gave you that look that made everything spill out of you. You told her about the looks, the touching, the flirting. Everything. And Ellie listened. Soon enough, it was 8:00. "That’s… wow." Ellie said. "I know." You groaned, putting your head in between your hands. "Let’s go to breakfast. You’ll take the day to think. And i’m here for you." Ellie told you. "You’re the best, Roe." You told her, hugging her from the side. You walked out of the room together and walked into the breakfast hall.

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You expected to walk to breakfast and be met with Leah’s gaze immediately. Instead, she acted like you didn’t exist. It infuriated you. But you ate breakfast anyways, ignoring Leah right back.

"Okay guys, we have a free day today but Sarina wants us to be together. I’m thinking a game day. I’m talking twister, uno, just dance, never have i ever, truth or dare." Leah told the group, standing on an elevated platform to adresse the room. The lionesses cheered, all loving game days. "You guys can all change out of your tracksuits by the way." Leah added, more cheers. You quickly stood up, not letting Leah meet your eyes. But she sure as hell watched you walk away. "Game room in 20!" She declared as you walked out the door.

You went back to your room to change and fix yourself up a bit. You chose to keep your outfit in the sportswear, deciding on a pair of black adidas shorts that went above your mid thigh, and a grey compression t-shirt. You felt daring, and you wanted to drive Leah mad for ignoring you at breakfast. Nothing better than making her sit with your whole team for hours while you showed off your figure. You slipped on white adidas socks and your orange and white air jordan 1’s along with your bracelets. You braided your hair into braid that hung midway down your back. Your natural brown roots were peaking through again, clashing in a way you didn’t really mind with the dyed in blond. Only 15 minutes had passed, so you decided to stay in the room for another 10, deciding to arrive a little late.

"Hey, we gotta be at the room in two minutes." Ellie told you, walking into the room and putting on jean shorts and a white crop top. "I’m gonna wait a bit." You told her, scrolling through tik tok. "Hm… gonna make Leah mad?" Ellie said, plopping down beside you. "Just a lil," you winked at her. "You look nice, but like, effortlessly." Ellie told you. "Thank you, i’m planning on driving Leah insane." You told her. "You drive her insane just by being around her." Ellie joked.

You arrived at the game room with Ellie, both of you being the last ones to arrive. "You came late on purpose right?" Alessia Russo said to you, loud enough for everyone to hear. "Gotta annoy the cap somehow," you answered, winking at Leah from across the room. She was obviously trying not to smile, but she did. Just a little bit. When you looked back at Lessi, she checked you out. She checked out your abs through your shirt, and how the shirt hugged your figure.

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Three hours of games led to a tired group of english women. So, you all collectively decided to play a less demanding game. The group of you had brought the couches, chairs and beanbags into a circle, getting ready to play truth or dare.

"I start!" Tooney decided. "Hm… Mary, truth or dare?" Ella asked. "Dare."

"I dare you to post the absolute worst picture of yourself to your instagram story." Ella dared her. "And I get to choose."

Mary groaned, but she handed Ella her phone. The manchester united star scrolled through the keepers camera roll, eventually choosing a picture in which Mary’s eyes were rolled into her sockets, her mouth was open strangely and her nostrils were flared. The picture was from the euro final while Mary was making a save. Ella posted the picture with the caption 'vogue, call me?'

"Your turn, Mary!" Georgia said. "Okay… Ellie, truth or dare?" Mary said, asking her fellow keeper. "Truth." Ellie said, leaning back on her forearms. "What’s y/n like as a roommate? Tell us everything." Mary said.

The whole group perked up, 'ooh’s' filling up the room. You didn’t miss how Leah perked up. "Sorry y/n, but i’ve been waiting to expose you for years." She said to you. "She never wears a shirt. Ever. She keeps the doors open all the time and she doesn’t knock. Ever. She sings horrifically in the shower and when she can’t sleep she’ll come lie on top of me in my bed and wakes me up. Most of the tik toks she makes with me are filmed at like.. 2:00 am. She has no filter regarding anything and she talks about whoever she’s into at the moment relentlessly. And I love her very much and I wouldn’t trade her for any of you guys." Ellie said. "So she walks around naked?" Chloe says. "Hey! Not naked!" You say, trying to defend yourself. "I wear shorts and a bra! Shirts are just a pain." You pout at being exposed. "Whatever you say." Millie winked. "Okay, y/n. Truth or dare?" Ellie asked. "Dare." You said without a thought.

Ellie started at you, smiling cheekily. "I dare you to play seven minutes in heaven… with Leah." She said.

Your eyes went wide, looking at Ellie and letting her know you would end her later on. Your gaze glanced to Leah. "Hey, you know I don’t turn down a dare. Leah?" You said.

Leah raised her eyebrows at you, but she stood up.

There was a washroom in the larger game room, which would have to do. She was the first to reach the door and opened it for you, sending shivers through your spine. You mentally cursed yourself.

"Im sorry about Ellie." You mumbled, leaning against the counter of the washroom. "I’m not." Leah said, coming closer to you and trapping you between her body and the marble surface. "You’ve been really bad today. You know? Ignoring me, running out on me, arriving late." Leah listed.

Your breath clearly hitched, partly because of how close to you she was, but mostly because of how her hand was now on your pussy. "Leah…" you said, leaning your head back subconsciously. "Yes…" Leah said, using her spare hand to pull your chin back down so she could look at you. She pressed her hand against you, making you moan slightly. And then suddenly you were sitting on the counter, your legs spread wide and Leah standing between them. Your lips were interlocked, both your tongues fighting for dominance. Your hands roamed over her, your left on her ass, your right on her hip. Her left hand was now on your face, cupping your jaw as her right touched you through your underwear, she had snuck her hand under your shorts. "Is this okay?" Leah said between panted breaths. "Yeah." You almost moaned, moving your hand to turn on the sink.

Knowing you would never have time to finish what you wanted here, you decided to switch roles. You jumped down from the counter, earning a groan of annoyance from Leah. "Shh baby, just go with it." You pushed her up against the wall with a thud, lifting her shirt up and pushing her bra up to attack her left breast. You left marks everywhere on her chest as she held onto you harshly, her nails digging into your shoulder. You knew you couldn’t leave marks on her neck, the team would know. "That’s it." You said, forcing yourself to leave Leah and pushing yourself against the far wall, panting uncontrollably. "Please." Leah said.

You checked your watch. 30 seconds till it will have been 7 minutes. "We don’t have time."

Leah’s shirt was still up. You looked at her, smiling at the colour patches on her skin. You walked towards her, your eyes on her chest, as hers were on you. She was taller than you, and watched you as put your hands back in her shirt, pulling her bra down over her tits, and then tucking her shirt back into her jeans, quickly brushing your hand over ass.

You fixed her hair quickly, and then fixed yours as well as your shorts. You sat up on the counter, turned off the sink and smiled at Leah cheekily. The door opened, revealing half of the team at the door. "You turned the sink on! You totally made out." Lessi said. "No. I turned the sink on to watch my hands because there was some nasty, sticky liquid on the counter. It was disgusting." You groaned, pushing past the girls, your poker face incredible. "What do you have to say Captain?" Jill said. "I- the counter. It was, dirty." She stuttered. Pushing past the girls as you had just done.

#woso fic #woso imagine #woso x reader #woso #leah williamson #ellie roebuck #alessia russo #ella toone #lionesses #engwnt

[iisasarcasticlittleshite]

Hi, this is my first time requesting anything on this site holy fuck.

could you write a Sukuna x M!Reader? it's a struggle finding any lol. I don't really have anything specific in mind but it would be cool to read a fic where he's not to OOC and lowkey treats the reader like shit, but it's completely up to you hehe

I am so sorry this took so long! I re-wrote this like ten times before finally deciding to just keep it simple and spicy!

Be warned: This is Sukuna people, it toes a line, it gets suggestive, no actual smut though. Proceed at your own risk.

You groaned, reluctant to be awake at this hour, much less to the sound of someone sneaking into your room. Again.

'Dude, it's like 8:30, what're you doing in bed?'

You cracked one eye open, scowling at the pink haired vessel stood over your bed. He had no idea what the hellspawn he hosts does to you after dark.

Yuuji has total control of his body, most of the time, except, as you've learned, if he sleeps too deeply. Sukuna can occasionally slip through, and though he can't go running wild and waking up Yuuji, he can, and will make his way to your room, and keep you awake until all hours.

You won't be telling Yuuji about this because the poor guy would trip over his own guilt, so this leaves you here, sleep deprived at eight in the fucking morning.

'Sleeping, what's it look like?'

'If you don't get up Gojo-sensei's gonna come poor water on you again.'

You whined, driving your head into the pillow before reluctantly throwing the covers off yourself. 'Fine fine, stave off the blindfold demon.'

Yuuji chuckled, throwing your uniform at you, followed by an apple. 'Just hurry up, you promised Maki you'd spar with her today.'

'Oh fuck!'

Eyes wide, you dressed in a panic, hoping the adrenaline would help wake you up. Sparring with Maki is not something to be half asleep for. Never mind that you only had ten minutes to meet her.

Yuuji rolled his eyes, throwing an apple at you next, oblivious to the fact that he's the reason you've been struggling to be a functional human being.

He's also the only reason you manage to get to any one class these days, so as far as you're concerned, he evens out his evil twin pretty well.

'You were impressive this morning.'

A sigh left your lips, spitting into the basin as you hurriedly finished brushing your teeth. 'Evening to you too, your majesty.'

'Attitude, brat.' Sukuna purred, his claws brushing across your bare back, watching the shivers shoot down you spine and the gooseflesh ride in his wake. 'Why you bother covering up during the day is beyond me.'

'I'm well aware of your opinions on shirts, Sukuna.'

Slowly, you turned to face him, wary of any sudden moves the curse may interpret as an attack. He's half naked, as usual.

His upper lip curled in a sneer, sharp teeth almost reflecting the moonlight pouring in through your window. 'Ridiculous things, how you fight in them is beyond me.'

'Is that true? Or you just wanna show off?'

Over the weeks that Sukuna's been paying you these night-time visits, you've grown desensitised to the danger you're actually in. You know you'd be dead if he wanted you dead, so why not have a little fun with it?

The curse's grin could have swallowed you whole, his hand suddenly clasped around your throat, forcing you to his eye level with his other hand digging into the flesh of your back, leaving you to wonder of he drew blood.

'You like what you see, twisted little brat.' His breath fanned your face, presence looming over you. You can feel the power rolling off him in waves, power you couldn't possibly rival. You were helpless compared to this creature.

So why go out crying?

A smile curled your lips even as he restricted the air in your lungs, making your head feel floaty. 'I'm starting to think you do too. You haven't killed me yet, bastard curse.'

Sukuna laughed, and now, you're sure he's drawn blood, you can feel it sliding down the curve of your back in tiny rivulets from where his nails broke your soft skin.

'You don't have the power to back up this kind of foolishness, boy!' He snapped.

Your heart stuttered with the growl in his voice, and despite any kind of better judgement, you melted into it further.

'Then why come here every night?'

'Why haven't you told the sorcerer?' Sukuna countered, his grin turned knowing. 'The brat, the Six Eyes, any one of them could stop me from doing this, you've had ample chance, and you've told, no one.'

You averted your eyes, ears growing warm as Sukuna eased his grip, only to yank your head back by your hair, teeth and tongue assaulting your neck.

This. This is why you've told no one. Gojo would know in an instant that you'd let the King of Curses in your pants, or worse, Sukuna would tell everyone himself, and you couldn't stand that kind of embarrassment, even if the choice had been amazing sex, or die.

Sukuna laid you out on your bed, stealing the breath from your lungs as he nipped at your ear lobe.

'You'll tell no one brat, because you're mine now.'

#yuuji x reader x sukuna #sukuna x male reader #jjk fanfic #spicy fanfic #jjk x male reader

[kairiscorner]

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

holy shock guys you need to restrain me rn

so imagine,

overworked salary man miguel o'hara x reader

day in, day out; from 8 in the morning to 5 in the evening, from monday to friday, miguel o'hara goes to work. not by choice, mind you, but to "serve his purpose in society and keep money and services flowing" for the insatiable society he is cursed to live in. he grumbles every morning when his alarm clock for 6:00 AM on the dot beeps and beeps until he decides to live that morning his mundane existence.

begrudgingly, he gets up and off the bed, dreaming to himself in his half-asleep stupor about how wonderful it'd be to get back under the covers and pretend he didn't have anything worthwhile to do. actually, he didn't need to pretend; his work was just that, anything but worthwhile. miguel has lost track of time on multiple occasions, only checking the calendar when he has nothing to work on, which is incredibly rare, mind you, and the look on his face when he realizes monday wasn't yesterday, for today is now friday.

miguel used to be a more sociable, confident, and sort of cocky guy. before he knew about the turmoils of the real world and lived every day like it was his last, miguel's now counting down his days--many of which has slipped from his mind entirely--until the day of his retirement, or his demise from all the workload he's been getting that seems endless. he wishes he could just have one day where he's not worrying about accounts or reports or having to face empty coffee cups by his table that aren't even his, or having a nosy co-worker look over at his monitor and chuckle about his work and point out his mistakes.

if only he could grab his keyboard and smash it against their heads without any repercussions, he'd do it in a heartbeat. and he'd do it again, and again, and again. he was tired and in need of solitude; though everyone else his age was doing the same thing without audible complaints and without much violent tendencies, he wanted an immediate exit from this hellish routine he was compelled to live out until he reaches his 60's.

he sighs as his virtual assistant, affectionately called lyla, greets miguel every morning--though he wishes he'd hear a voice other than hers the minute he awakes from his slumber, or lack of it. he mumbles back a good morning, not that the AI slept or anything. he makes himself coffee and reluctantly checks his phone for any updates at work. putting on his glasses and squinting, then pulling away from his phone as he adjusted his reading glasses, he deduced that it was the usual mail he received, with a lot of irritating nicknames from his boss. if he could punch him for every time he called him "mike", he'd've murdered him by now. but the man helps him pay his bills and put food on his table, he had to bear it. for a little longer.

miguel sighed as he put away his phone and readied the shower, thinking all the while if he should stop by a convenience store for breakfast or just make some toast. he had some time to kill, maybe he could make himself breakfast. as miguel stepped into the shower, he realized something was wrong. "mierda," he cursed as he grumbled and took off his reading glasses that he brought with him into the shower. all the kinds of things he does when he's out of it are phenomenally funny. yet miserable when you think about he's a man in his early 30's with a dead-end, nowhere job he finds no comfort or excitement in, barely has a social life, no friends that reach out to him for stuff other than high school reunions he has no interest in attending, and no one but a virtual assistant to greet him a good morning like she was coded to do.

miguel sighed as he finished his shower and turned the tap off and dried himself. as he wrapped the towel around his slim waist, he took a peek at the clock by his bedside table. how wonderful, he spent a long while in the shower lamenting his misfortunes, and now, he doesn't have the time to make himself breakfast anymore. could his day get any better?

miguel donned on his white button-up and realized he messed up the order of buttoning his shirt, the bottom most button without its counterpart buttonhole, and the buttonhole on the top most part of his clothing was without its counterpart button. he sighed as he undid his clothing, wishing his office would get rid of this pretentious dress code.

he finally did his buttons right and put on his blazer in an instant not caring to button it yet since he had to catch the commute by 7:00. he took his suitcase and was about to leave his apartment, when lyla appeared and reminded miguel about his dark red and blue striped tie that he left hanging on the backrest of his seat at the dining table. miguel groaned as he re-entered his home, lyla greeting him a welcome home, and him leaving before she could even finish her greeting.

miguel went down the stairs of the underground subway station and huffed as he caught his breath. he used to be so much more active when he was in his 20's, but that version of him has long since died when he signed his soul away to corporate slavery and his only form of exercise now is making his way from his home to the daily commute and back. he tapped his foot against the cement pavements and stood behind the bright yellow line; he hoped he'd make it on time before his boss, his annoying, stupid boss would chew him out for being a minute late again.

there were significantly more people boarding the trains that day, figures, it was a friday–everyone would be eager to go to work for a more rewarding weekend that'd be ahead of them all. however, for miguel o'hara, weekends only last for a minute; that's because he spends them all either finishing up work dumped on him by his extremely incompetent workmates or sleeping all day to make up for the 120 hours he spends in the earlier portion of his week working his ass off.

he barely got any sleep last night, staying up until 1 AM finishing up the organized reports he had to file and sending them to his head manager, that good for nothing, and stayed awake until 4:20 AM, listening to the ceaseless ticking of his bedside clock. insomnia's a thorn in his side, all the time. it also doesn't help that right now, as he's waiting for his daily commute, he felt the lack of sleep catch up with him as he felt his eyelids get heavier and heavier. he opened his mouth a little to yawn, feeling his eyes water as he did, signaling that sleepiness was upon him.

you know, maybe he could just shut his eyes a little and stand right where he is. yeah, he can do that; just giving hid eyes a rest as he–and he just missed his train.

wonderful, fantastic. now there wasn't anyone else on the platform waiting for the next train, it'd take too long. he sighed as he was about to leave, when he heard panting and the clacking of heels coming into the station. "shit!" he heard a voice cry out as the clacking got louder. he watched as you entered the station, exhausted and shaking in the knees. you must've ran a long distance to get here, for your forehead was beading with sweat, your chest rising and falling as you took in copious amounts of air, filling your tired lungs.

"did... did it..." you panted out, your speech broken as miguel approached you slowly, but didn't move any closer when you stood straighter, albeit in a strained and forced manner; pretending not to be panicky right now as your only train that'd get you to where you needed to be on time had just left seconds ago. miguel nodded with a slight frown on his face as he was predicting what follow up insults his buffoon of a boss would throw at him this time for being late, apart from a threat to cut dock him off his pay, or even worse, fire him on the spot–his sloppily done tie? his still tousled hair after probably three bottles of gel? his permanent scowl on his face, and the wrinkles that came with it?

he didn't want to think about it, it gave him headaches every time he thought of it, especially as it was becoming more and more of a reality as he stood there on the station platform with your spent figure from rushing in here, doing nothing. you sighed as you slumped on the mahogany bench nearby, sitting on spilled coffee someone so nicely left for you to sit on. "dammit!" you exclaimed in frustration as you got up, trying to get the stains off, but it merely spread over your clothes, making the mess more noticeable.

miguel wordlessly took off his unbuttoned blazer and offered it to your agitated figure. he looked at you with a nonchalant look on his face. "here, it'll hide the stain." he said as he peered at you, neither amused nor disappointed, just... utterly tired. you hesitated for a moment, but you took his blazer with a nod and a rushed, "thanks" as you wrapped the blazer around your waist and rubbed your face with your hands as you sighed yet again, even longer than the previous one.

"i'm getting fired after this, that's for sure." you murmured as you leaned your back against the wall and shut your eyes as you frowned. miguel, for some reason, joined you by the wall–leaning his own back against the wall and letting out a held in breath. "so am i." he confessed as you looked over at him. "well, guess that makes two of us." you muttered as you looked down at your shoes. "this might not matter to you anymore, but um..." you said as you looked back up at him, who now looked down at you; and as your gazes met, you pointed to his collarbone area. "the... the tie." you spoke as he peered down and noticed that his tie had come undone, what with it hastily being wrapped around his neck.

"well then, a lot of people might have seen it before you did, fuck." he said as he grabbed his tie and fumbled to tie it back on properly, grunting every now and then as his attempts to tie it all ended in failure. you couldn't take it anymore and told him to let you tie it for him. he couldn't resist, seeing as how you wouldn't take no for an answer after watching him fail time and time again.

"you have a... very pretentious looking tie." you remarked with a smirk as you did his tie, with him looking away from you out of embarrassment. a red hue appeared across his cheeks as you said that, and he pushed his glasses up further on his face. "it was a gift from my very competent head manager. they said red and blue were my colors, so they gifted me this. yeah." he rambled with a head scratch. you smiled at his rambling, and as he finished rambling, you finished tying his tie.

"that's better." you said as miguel looked down at his now tied up tie. he raised his eyebrows in an impressed manner. the creases on his tie that were the fruit of his earlier, miserable attempts were obscured. "wow, you... did it so much better than i ever could. thank you." he remarked with a small smile as he took off his glasses and tucked an arm of the glasses behind his button-up's front. he crossed his arms over his chest. "honestly, i'm not scared of getting fired. i'm thrilled about it, actually. i won't have to see those imbeciles at work, gawking over my reports and leaving their trash on my table. i'm just pissed they'll have the satisfaction of cutting me off and not me cutting them off." he said as he looked at your face and down at your waist where his blazer was embracing your curves.

"and... so am i." you said in a rather surprised voice as you said it–almost as if you yourself didn't realize you also hated your job, didn't like nor relate to your brainless co-workers who were suck ups to your equally shitty boss. miguel gazed over at you. "if you want to... wanna get some breakfast with me?" he asked in a gentle, almost as a whisper, tone. "it's okay if you don't want to, i just didn't get breakfast this morning–" "i'd love to." you said as you smiled up at him. "i'll tender my resignation letter all the while." you said as you looked at him with shining eyes. miguel smiled wider than before, hearing your words. he might've just made a new acquaintance... one with a brain and a heart, and has also had enough bullshit from horrible working conditions. he'd be lying if he said he wasn't interested in getting to know you, though.

"um... what's your name?"

a/n: NANAMI KENTOIFIED OUR MIGGY O'HARA LET'S GOOOOOO

@thecoolerdor @miguelswifey04 @luvstarrstruck@binibinileonara

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara x y/n #atsv miguel #atsv imagines #atsv x reader #atsv x you #atsv x y/n #miguel o'hara fanfiction

[johnnieguilbertsgirlfriend]

jealous? (smut) part 1

Part 1 --- Part 2 --- Part 3 (part 2 and 3 are on my wattpad @willpoulterswife)

word count: 1.2k - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - fluff, eventual smut

*beep beep beep* your alarm went off at 8:30 am. needing time to get ready, you sighed as you got up to start the morning. it would be your first day working as an intern for a game-developing company named Tuckersoft. being pretty new to this area as you had just moved, your place was in good condition. wanting to make a good first impression, you took a shower, did your hair and changed into a nice outfit, and applied light makeup. feeling good, you walk out of your apartment, turning up the music in your earbuds, only to see a blonde man, no older than 25, fidgeting with the door handle that presumably led to his apartment. thinking nothing of it, you head into the lift and out of the building. the crisp and semi-cold air hit you as you stepped outside, being glad it wasn't hot otherwise you might've melted. conveniently, the office you would be working at was only a few blocks down, so you could walk to it. "This it it." you whisper to yourself. taking out your earbuds and slightly fixing up your hair.

when you walk in you are greeted by Mr.Thakur, your boss. you two had spoken before when he was doing your interview to see if you were fit for the position. (good thing you were) "Hello y/n, it's a pleasure to see you again! Please, come into my office." together you discussed the workload for today which, to your disappointment, was only sorting through papers. while in your head you thought it was a little dumb, you didn't show it on your face and agreed. "Now follow me," Thakur said, "There are a few people I would like you to meet." he introduced you to almost everyone on the floor since you would be working with some of them often. taking a stop at the last cubicle, he said "And finally we have Colin."

you recognized the man's face from your apartment building, but didn't mention it. you were hesitant to greet him as he looked far in the zone, but Thakur tapped his shoulder and he pulled of his headphones. "Hello, I'm y/n." you said, giving a warm and gentle smile. you see it in his face that the man seemed to have remember you as well, saying "I'm Colin, yeah?" shaking your handing and then pushing his glasses up. "Ah no need to be cold Colin. Come on, show her what you've been working on!" Thakur said cheerfully. he's told you about the boy before, saying how he was his star employee. you took his word for it, but were still interested in him. the blonde started up the game and said "This is my latest, it's called Nohzdyve." playing a little through the game, there seemed to have been a glitch. "Buffer error." you quietly blurted out, but just enough for them to hear and they both look at you. awkwardly, you try to revive yourself in the situation "The sprites have overrun the video game memory..." your cheeks turning to light pink. "How did you know that?" Colin asks. Then, Thakur turns to Colin giving him a hearty pat on the back "Looks like you've got some company" he states, chuckling afterwards. "Anyways, you two will be working together. For now, y/n will be helping sort your papers and may be able to help you out if you get stuck on something, have fun." he places some of Colin's papers onto your desk and grins, walking away. you turn to look at Colin and after a few seconds he looks back at you saying, "Well, let's start."

as you were working together, you and Colin seemed to get along naturally, without having to force anything. (almost as if you two had met before...) being Colin's temporary assistant is not what you had in mind, but you didn't mind it at all. the conversations between you two were effortless and it seemed like you were both interested in the other. the two of you enjoyed each other's presence. actually, you found him quite handsome and the way he focused while coding games made you focus on him and not the papers. "Y/N," Colin said, snapping you out of your bubble. "It's lunch break, wanna grab a drink?" you nod your head and stand up, flustered that he caught you staring. honestly, you didn't even have an appetite, you just wanted to be around him. he felt the same way.

walking through the small city, talking about anything and everything. you were glad you had him as a colleague. both of you find a coffee shop not far away from the office building. Colin greets the barista, "I'll have a (idfk any drinks be fr). What do you want love?" he says, turning to you. "I," you take a second to think "I'll get the (insert ur drink here) please." grabbing your card out of the wallet, you tap him on the shoulder and attempt to give it to him. he pushes the card away with his finger, "It's alright, pretty girls don't pay." Colin says while taking his card out. you thank him for being so polite and a rose color appears on your face again. he smirks and takes the two coffees, handing one to you. a bench outside attracts your attention and you sit down and pat the spot beside you. Colin starts the conversation,

"So what made you choose here? We live in the same apartment and I've never seen you before, meaning you're new." this definitely meant he saw you walk out. you respond with, "We'll I've heard of Tuckersoft and happened to like video games, and coding." he quips back, "You like coding? I could've sworn you like sorting papers." you found it really funny and started to laughed. being a more serious type of guy, Colin rarely laughs, but your laugh made him laugh, and he found that cute. "No, you're right, I really like being your personal assistant." coming out more flirtatious than you intended it to be, he returned the gesture "Oh yeah? Prove it to me darling."

more weeks go by since that interaction and your "friendship" grew. Thakur had gotten rid of the "papers" job and had put you and Colin to work on games together. being put next to him almost all day, staying up late with him, making flirty remarks towards one another, you would be lying if you said you didn't have a crush on him. Colin gestures for you to come over to him. "What's up Col?"

"Can't seem to find the mistake here, could you help?" you reply with a small mhm. wanting there to be more between you, and feeling bold today, you sit right on his lap. Colin's eyebrows raise but he would be lying if he said he hated it, because he loved it. unconsciously, you move a little bit and it makes Colin's breath hitch slightly, biting his lip a bit. he takes both hands and places them on your hips, making sure you're stable. you fix his error within a couple of minutes, "All done." you say innocently, getting up, making sure to move a little more, and returning to your side of the desk.

this full story is on my wattpad!!! <3 (link on blog)

#willpoulter #will poulter smut #colin ritman #colin ritman smut #bandersnatch #colin ritman x reader #will poulter x reader

[myperfectfatdads]

Baseball Coach

Brent’s friend Steve had always been a fit guy. Brent and Steve were friends in college until they parted ways, Steve becoming more interested in baseball and Brent continuing with his studies. Eventually after college Steve signed up to be a baseball coach for a little league team and Brent moved on to an office job a few cities away.

Brent’s life took a wild change after moving and he couldn’t take it anymore and moved back to his hometown 8 year later. He was getting a little older but not to old still in his early 30s. But Steve, Brent’s best friend in college still lived in the same town and the two men wanted to meet after not seeing eachother for all these years, Brent was still looking for a new job but Steve was still a baseball coach for the same little league in there small town.

The two boys decided to meet at a restaurant just down the street from where they live. Brent must have arrived there first because he couldn’t spot Steve so he decided to get a table and wait. About ten minutes later a man walks in this man had a small prickly beard and a huge beer belly. The man checks in and starts to make his way towards Brent’s table.

“Brent my man long time not see” the fat man says.

“Im sorry but who are you?” says Brent

“It’s me Steve” says Steve

Brent was taken in awe, what happened to his fit muscular friend Steve. This wasn’t him this couldn’t be this was some old fat dad.

“You okay man?” says Steve

“Yeah i’m fine bro you just look a lot different” says Brent

“Haha yeah that’s what the baseball life does to you, on that matter of fact Brent i’ve heard you’ve been looking for a job why don’t you come and join me in being a baseball coach. It pays pretty good and we would get to spend some more time together, so what do you say?” says Steve

“Actually man this would really help me thank you” says Brent

“Nothing to it here just sign this” says Steve as he pulls out a waver to sign.

Brent grabs the waver and reads it pretty normal stuff but something at the bottom catches his eye. It states what ever happens to your body this season is permanent. Thats odd why would a waver say that. Not too worried Brent signs the waver and his new job starts on monday.

After that Brent and Steve part ways for now. On the car ride home Brent was left with so many questions. What happened to Steve’s fit body what did that thing mean at the bottom of the waver. All of Brent’s thoughts got cut off by one loud sound, “rumble” what was that Brent thinks to himself looking down he noticed it was his stomach of all things. That’s weird i’m normally never hungry especially after that big meal. Brent feels his stomach feeling his abs. Brent’s always been a fit guy keeping in shape and so was Steve but something must have changed.

Brent couldn’t take the pain of his stomach any more and pulls into a mcdonald’s drive through to get some food. He orders a big mac fries a drink and a 10 piece chicken nugget. After Brent gets his food he pulls into the driveway and rips the bag right open eating every single piece. After he’s done he takes one last sip of his soda and lets out a sigh of relief and resting his hands in his stomach which is pushed out a little farther because of all the food he just ate. Arriving at home Brent quickly ran to the kitchen and grabbed at all the sweetest food he could find. Finishing those up he went to his bedroom and plopped himself in bed.

Waking up in the morning Brent felt that it was just a little bit harder sitting up. Today was his first day of baseball practice and he couldn’t wait to start he quickly slipped on his favorite shirt. Brent struggled to put his shirt on and after he did he noticed that it felt a little bit tighter than normal. Looking in the mirror Brent always notices a little bit of subtle on his face even though he just shaved yesterday. He shrugs it aside and gets in his car to head to baseball.

Brent’s first baseball practice was a success as him and Steve as the coaches. Getting in the car Brent is starving so a quickly stops at a fast food place and picks some food this order being more then twice then what he normally gets. After getting the food Brent pills over and totally pigs out not even swallowing just shoving it down his throat. His belt feels super tight on him pushing against his belly. Brent unbuckles it letting his stomach completely push out. Brent gives it a good pat and let’s out a huge burp. Arriving at home he notices his belt is still undone and should probably be put back on but no matter how hard he tries Brent can’t seem to buckle it no matter how much he sucks in which is weird I swear this belt just fit me perfect yesterday. At that moment Brent hears a knock on his door. Going to open it there’s no one there but just a big box. Brent picks it up and brings it inside, opening it he sees that it’s full of clothes. Picking up one of the shirts he finds that it is a 3xl, damn that a big shirt Brent thinks while putting it aside. Brent looks through the whole box finding clothes that range from sizes 3xl to 12xl. But at the very bottom of the box was a scale. Curious Brent picked it up and plopped it on the group to check his weight. Damn 247 pounds just at the gym last week he was 214. I guess I do need to cut back on the cheeseburgers he thought as he gave his bloated stomach a pat. Looking at the pile of clothes on his kitchen table he might as well try one on as his other clothes were starting to feel tight.

Brent picks up a 3xl large shirt and slips it on, huh it’s a perfect fit he thinks to himself. Brent starts to head to bed as it’s starting to get late. Getting into bed Brent gives his belly a pat saying that he’ll just burn it off at the gym tomorrow. Brent wakes up in a sweat in the morning completely shirtless. Huh I swear I went to bed with a shirt, Brent sits up finding it a little harder to. Oh my god Brent thinks as he looks down to see his t-shirt ripped on his bed. Brent confused quickly gets out of bed and hopes onto the scale. The scale read 289 pounds. What the hell how is this even possible as Brent thinking how this could happen his phone goes off. His Steve asking if he wants to meet for breakfast. Brent picks up his phone and responds saying sounds great be there in 20. Steve responds with sounds great man see you there. Brent in a rush quickly grabs a 4xl bottom up shirt and heads for his car. Bottoming it up even the 4xl shirt feels a little tight but Brent just brushed it aside as he’s so hungry he can’t even think straight. Arriving at the breakfast buffet Brent sees Steve sitting at a table damn he still looked huge thought Brent. Sure Brent was a little bit bigger but no where as big as Steve had gotten.

“Hey man nice to see you can’t wait for our second day of coaching tomorrow” says Steve

“Yeah me too I really like it, well let’s get some food i’m starving” says Brent

Brent goes up looking at all the different foods all of them look so good to him. Brent can’t decide and stuffs his plate full of food. Sitting back down he sees that Steve got about the same amount as him so Brent didn’t feel as fat. The two boys stuff their faces with food, Brent not even noticing his stomach starting to expand. Brent goes up for seconds, thirds, and even fourth’s. But on his fourth plate his bottom up shirt couldn’t take it anymore it was about to blow. And as it did the bottom popped off flying like a gunshot. Brent’s face immediately turned bright red.

“Hey it’s all good bro it happens to the best of us my guy” says Steve.

Flushed with embarrassment Brent asks for the bill and quickly heads for his car. What the hell is happening to me he thinks as he squeezes himself into his car. Getting home Brent rushes to his bedroom and quickly steps on the scale. The scale reads 332 pounds. Brent had gained 44 pounds since this morning. I mean sure he ate a lot but he didn’t eat enough to gain 44 pounds. Brent walks into his bathroom but he doesn’t see himself in the reflection. He sees a man with a small prickly beard and a gut that looks like a beach ball. I mean what happened to him the pecs he worked so hard for a slowly stating to form into moobs, and a small double chin is starting to form under his chin, and his legs are starting to look like the size of tree trunks. An alarm went off on his phone it was already time for baseball. Brent quickly grabbing the closet pair of clothes and slipping them on and running out the door. He struggled to pull his shirt down his gapping gut even though the size was a 7xl. Brent swung open his car door and squeezed into his car finding it a lot harder to fit. He arrived at baseball finding it a lot harder to teach the kids from his increasing size. Brent was happy that Steve wasn’t there today as he couldn’t see him looking like this. Brent was a big mess, after baseball Brent was starving he knew he shouldn’t but he stopped at a drive through anyways he couldn’t resist. Brent almost tripled the order of what he normally got. Pulling into the parking lot Brent could barley resist the temptation. He grabbed his first of three hamburgers chomping down on it and when straight for his drink and. basket of fries after that.

While eating Brent didn’t even notice his shirt start to stretch out and roll up his belly Brent’s stomach pushes against the steering wheel as it kept expanding farther and farther.

After Brent was done he tossed all the rappers away and pulled out of the parking lot to head home. Arriving there he barely managed to push himself out of the car. He unlocked the door and walked straight to his bedroom, well his walk was more of a waddle now from the increase of weight. He walked right up to the scale and stood on it, it took a while to process but when it was done it read 397. Brent was shocked but way too tired to do anything and plopped down on his bed.

Walking up in the morning Brent found it almost impossible to sit up his gut was holding him down. This was his new life. He rolled himself out of bed finding clothes was almost impossible even the 12xl clothes felt tight on him. Brent is just going to leave it behind and head to baseball, arriving at baseball there was Steve. Brent was even starting to look a little bit bigger than Steve.

“Seems like the baseball coach body has grown into you just fine” says Steve.

“I guess you could say that, everything is just so much harder now” says Brent.

“Yeah you’ll get used to it though, what do you say ready to play some ball?” says Steve.

“You don’t have to ask me twice.” says Brent.

#dad bod #weight gain #balding #beer belly #beer bloat #burping #fat belly #hairy belly #fatty

[hookhausenschips]

Burning Rubber

Chapter Two

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Burning Rubber Masterlist

Word Count: 3,191

Summary: the groups spend time together. Lando and Azha gain more insight on each other.

Warnings: drifting, press being savaged by Azha, reporter being sexist

previous part

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Azha’s POV

“Dude I told you quit stealing my fries, you should have ordered some,” Jelani whined as Sterling and Nova continued to steal his fries. All of us crammed into a booth in the back corner of Lilah J’s Diner. I shake my head at the three, “J, you should’ve known they would take them. It should be tradition at this point.” I say before taking another bite of my burger. “But they’re MY fries, not theirs.” He retorted. “Are you all arguing again?” A voice asked. I look and see it’s the owner, Miss Lilah, the sweetest lady in her early 50s. Real tall too, around 5’10-5’11. Could’ve sworn she could be a model or had been back in her day. “You know how they are Miss Lilah, they can’t go anywhere without bickering,” Seriyah told her. “Miss Lilah, did you do something different today?” Nova asked with a mouth full of fries. I took a closer look and seen that Miss Lilah had taken her braids out and had passion twists, about waist length. “Nothing too special baby, I had a date and got my hair done.” Miss Lilah said. We all gasped. “Miss Lilah, who is he?” “Where is he from?” “Is he rich?” All rang out. She laughed. “Now just because I think of you all as my kids doesn’t mean you have to act like protective children.” She teased before sitting down and telling us all about her date.

Next Day

Waking up to my alarm blaring I roll over in my bed to shut it off. Once doing so I look at my phone to see the time ‘5:47 am’. I am definitely going to need a nap before the drift today. I’m not sure what time we all had left the diner and made it back to the hotel, but I’m sure I had probably only got 3-4 hours of sleep. Sighing I get up and head to the bathroom to shower to at least try to wake my body up. Turning the shower off I wrap myself in a towel and step out. After drying off I grab my robe and walk back into the room to grab my outfit and makeup bag. As I beat my face I contemplated how I should wear my braids while they’re down.

My phone started to ring before I could think more about it. I seen it was a FaceTime from my manager Erica. I answered and propped my phone against the mirror then continued to finish my makeup. “Good morning Erica to what do I owe the pleasure?” I asked. “Ah good you are awake. Did you have fun last night?” She questioned. Erica did know that I have a taste for street racing and the street life at night. I’m thankful she has never tried to separate me from it. She’s actually the one who told me to have two Instagram accounts to keep the two lives separate, making me feel like a spy. “It was fun actually. I won of course. I do need to buy a new ski mask, I’m not sure how many people had taken pictures of me. Thankfully there weren’t many fans of the drift there. Not like the media cares to check their accounts.” I answered. She nodded, “Well you can debrief me when you’re here. You have media at 8:30 so hurry up.” She said but before she could hang up, “Hey Erica hang on! Do we have any passes laying around for today?” I asked. “Uh I think so? How many do you need besides your group coming?” She asked. “I need 8 more pleaseee.” I smiled at her. She rolled her eyes jokingly, “I’ll see what I can do. Send me their names on your way here.” “Thank you so much, love you.” I said. “Yeah yeah love you too.” She hung up.

Finished with my face, I pick up my outfit and started getting dressed. Pinning some of my braids back I tie my durag and walk back into my room. ‘Where the hell is my bag’ I ask myself. Looking around I spot it on the dresser by the tv. Grabbing my essentials, placing my pass around my neck, then grabbing my keys and phone I set off for the track after checking the time. ‘6:38am’.

Pulling into the parking lot I see many fans waiting outside ready for today. Spotting my car I could hear their screams become louder. Before getting out I texted Erica the Quadrant’s names as well as Max’s girlfriend’s name. I did my research last night while at the diner, watching some of their videos with my crew. I exit my car, lock it, and start walking to the entrance drivers and their guests use to avoid the crowd and press. Walking in I'm met with my manager and my press officer, Kiara. “Okay, so we’re just going to go over some of the questions I’ve seen that the press might ask. You know the drill, play nice but be blunt as always if you have to. Try to keep them on the race please.” Kiara spoke as we walked to my driver’s room in the paddock. I nodded, “I’ll play nice as long as they don’t bring up the fact that I’m a female driver dominating in a mostly male sport.” We continued talking when my phone vibrated in my pocket. It was the group chat with the crew.

“Hey Erica, can you meet the crew at the 2nd entrance? They’re waiting for the other group to show up and I don’t think any of them can get in that entrance without the passes.” I ask. She nodded and set off to get them. “Okay, this shouldn’t take that long. Just remember your training please.” Kiara said as we walked into the media room. Some of the drivers already seated. “Let’s get this over with.” I sigh.

Halfway through

“Now Azha, you are one more win from gaining another championship under your belt, do you think you could do that today?” A reporter asked. I sat up in my seat, “I’m sure there is a fair chance of winning today, I can only let my car and skills speak for themselves. There’s many great drivers this year but it does feel good to be at the top.” I spoke. She nodded and directed her next question to another driver. “Do you feel the guys are just taking it easy on you? Yes, your performance is great but there are guys sitting next to you that have better capabilities don’t you think? And I’m not sure that is how a champion is supposed to dress?” The same reporter who has been hounding me spoke. I smiled, “I’m not sure what you mean by ‘how a champion should dress’.” Before continuing I stood up and walked around the table to lean against the front. “I happen to think I look amazing today. Got some inspiration from the late 90s/early 2000s black community. Now what makes me not capable of being a champion? Is it my tits or because I’m not slinging in my pants because I can go buy one down the road if you would like? Would you like a replay of my past seasons? Because someone with fewer capabilities than a man should not have as many championships and podiums as I do right? No one is taking it easy on anyone. I would like to see you do what we do every day and practice day in and day out then ask that disgrace of a question again. Buddy if you’re just mad that a female with bigger balls than you is beating your favorite driver, take it up with them and their team. Not me. Next question please.” I finish tearing into him and smile at his face turning red with anger and the shocked look on everyone’s faces.

Walking back to my driver’s room listening to Kiara try to punish me for my words. “Kiara, you can’t expect me to sit there and take the disrespect from that guy. He’s lucky the crew wasn’t in there this time. If they want to fine me then so be it. I’ll pay for it. Can I please go get ready for some practice and a nap?” I interrupt her. She sighed and nodded before heading off I’m sure to go meet with the PR team. Opening the door to my room I’m met with voices not yet noticing I’m here. “No, that guy is always so disrespectful towards her,” Sariyah said. “Why do they still allow him around?” Niran asked. “Because any publicity even bad, is good press and story for them to make a quick buck,” I said. They all turn towards me, I smile lightly. “Glad you guys could make it. Sorry for that shit show.” I say. “No don’t apologize. That geezer should be the one apologizing.” Max said. “You read him to filth. I honestly think you and Max Verstappen might have to compete for reading the media.” Ria said. “Who?” I asked. The Quadrant group all looked at each other. “What time do you have practice?” Sterling asked. I walked and sat on my massage table, “Around 2:30. I’m either going to chug a bunch of energy drinks or take a nap.” I answered. “Well after the race we were thinking, let’s take the quad group and show 'em the ropes,” Nova said. I lifted an eyebrow, “The country track?” I asked. She nodded, “Works for me. Did you guys Uber here?” I look to the group. They shook their heads, “We drove the suburban here.” Steve answered. I nodded but before answering a knock was heard.

“Come in!” I yelled. One of my engineers stuck their head inside, “Hey Azha, the team wants to start briefing here in 30 minutes. Something with showing a celebrity around or whatever.” He spoke. I sighed and nodded, “Okay I’ll be out there soon. Thank you.” He nodded and left. “Well, time to get to business. You guys are welcome to watch in the garage for this and the race if you’d like. They can show you guys where the kitchen is if you’re hungry.” I say while hopping off the table and walking towards the closet to grab my fireproofs and suit. After getting dressed I headed to the garage.

After briefing before the race

I walked back to my driver's room to check on the group. Stepping in I saw them all watching the TV that was playing the pre-race show. I gestured for them to follow me. We rounded the corner and they all spotted part of the Fast & Furious cast. “Holy shit.” I heard Sariyah say. I turn back towards the group, “Okay I have to go and talk with my team. You guys can stay here or head upstairs above the garage to get a better view if you’d like. Your passes will let you up there.” I said. They all nodded and I did my handshake with Jelani that I do before every race then walked to my car.

End of Race

Crossing the line I hear in my headset, “Azha you are a world champion once again!!!” I hear my race engineer, Bailey yell. “Fuck yes!!! Great job everyone. I couldn’t and wouldn’t have been here without all of you. This one is for the team.” I say. “Fantastic drive Azha. Celebration is in order soon. Let’s continue these results for the rest of the season. Have a great break.” Mark said. “Thanks, Mark,” I say and pull into the paddock parking my car in its designated place. I get out and climb to stand on the roof, throwing my hands in the air. I could hear the fans cheering and my team as well. Hopping down I jogged to the barricades and jumped into the arms of my team, hugging them all. Then I was escorted to the room for podium. Adrenaline and excitement soared through my veins as we popped our champagne and sprayed each other. Then my team came and lifted me in the air as I held my trophies.

After the celebrations, pictures, and press

I finished showering and changed back into my outfit. Thankfully my makeup was still intact, I didn’t feel like redoing it. Walking out of my driver’s room with the trophies and my bag I met the group at the back entrance. “Do you mind if we stop at our hotel? We were wondering if we could make a video with you guys?” Lando asked. I nodded, “No yeah of course. We can talk about it there. Lead the way.” I agreed and we all walked to the parking lot. Letting the quadrant group drive ahead thankfully it wasn’t a long drive to their hotel. “We can wait here for you guys,” Sariyah said as we leaned against our cars. The group nodded and headed inside to grab their gear. I decided to go through social media as we waited. “Azha, the gist of the video is teaching them how to drift and stuff. There’s no meet tonight but they wanted to a video about street racing too.” Nova informed me. “Did they get footage from earlier?” I asked, and she nodded. “More like a vlog kinda.” She said. I spotted the group walking out with several cases. “Jelani you have the video drone right?” I asked him. “Yeah, I said they could use it.” He answered. I nodded and we were ready to set off for the track.

Once arriving we all got right to work on the video. We were just doing some challenges and maybe some showing off for the camera. For some of the challenges we were in teams; Jamari & Ria, Sterling & Niran, Aarav & Nova, Sariyah & Steve, Jelani & Max, and then me & Lando. Ethan decided to be our “referee and timekeeper”.

As the others were doing their shots for the video, Lando sat in my passenger seat to show him how to drift, kind of. “Okay now thankfully I brought the manual car, I think they’re easier but now that you’ve got the controls down. We’ll see your driving.” I said. He nodded, “How long have you been doing this?” He asked. I turned my body in my seat and looked at him, “Which part? The professional drifting, street racing, or just racing and drifting in general?” I questioned. “All of it.” He said. “I started racing when I could finally reach the pedals. Granted it’s illegal all the way around but back then even more so because I didn’t have a license. Drifting just came naturally from doing donuts in parking lots. I started doing it professionally my junior year but didn’t really get started until before I graduated high school in 2019.” I explained before continuing. “I’ve always loved cars though. Watching my dad, uncles, or brothers in the shop, I was always around them. Speed too. We would visit family down south and we would ride dirt bikes or quads. Race them around town or their yards.” I smiled reminiscing on the memories.

“Wow, so you’ve practically done this all your life,” Lando said. I nodded, “How long have you all known each other?” I asked gesturing to the group outside reviewing footage. “I’ve known them quite a while. Max and I raced against each other for a while.” Lando said and continued explaining the back story of his friendship with the group. “What about you? How long have you known your group?” He questioned. “I’ve known the girls since we were practically in diapers. We were neighbors so we grew up together in southern California. We met the guys in high school. I would say they’re the ones who got us into the scene but I had been exposed already thanks to my older brothers. But I really got involved once we all became a group.” I tell him. “Have you guys ever dated?” He asked. I giggle, “Sariyah and Jelani are together. Have been since high school. Jamari has a girlfriend back home. Sterling is engaged. While Nova and I are single.” I say. “What about your group?” I question. He nodded at my answer, “No. Although many people think differently. Ria is taken. So are Max, Steve, Aarav, and Niran. Ethan and I are the single lads.” He answered. I nodded but before I could answer we were called over to start the challenges.

Watching the others do the challenges, I stand aside with Sariyah as we discuss some things about our cars. She nudged me slightly smirking, “You and Lando looked quite comfy in your car earlier.” She said. I shook my head while looking at said man laughing at something Sterling said. “We were just getting to know each other. I told him more about us as a group and he told me stuff about them. That’s all.” I said. “He’s not a bad-looking guy, what do you think?” She questioned. “Riyah, I’m not looking for anything right now. A hookup or a relationship. Get out of that matchmaking mindset.” I whispered before being called for my and Lando’s turn.

“Alright everyone so we have a tie. Jamari/Ria and Lando/Azha. They are deemed the winners. Stay tuned for our second video to see if there is a tiebreaker. As well as something completely new for Quadrant. Make sure to like, subscribe, and comment. We love you guys and see you soon!” Ethan spoke. We all waved at the camera saying goodbye. Ending the filming Niran said it would probably be a day or two before the final video is out.

I walked to my car when I heard someone jogging up behind me, “Hey! Running off so soon?” I heard Lando ask. I smiled, “Just wanted to race around a bit. Wanna take a ride?” I ask gesturing to the car. He grinned, “Thought you’d never ask.” He said hopping in. I shake my head and climb in. While starting the car and buckling in I look at him, “You’re not the type to scream their head off at speed and the potential of wrecking are you?” I ask. “You want me to be?” He teased. “Just hold on Norris,” I said and took off down the asphalt. Once returning to where everyone was parked, “That was thrilling.” Lando spoke. I smile, “So you agree I’m great at my job?” I question. He chuckled, “I’m not sure, maybe I’ll need to come to more races or see you street race to know that.” He replied. I snagged his unlocked phone out of his hand. I went to his contacts and added my number before taking a selfie and adding it. I then saved it and handed him his phone, “There, now if you want a personal ride again or someone to take you to the underground you can call me next time you’re in town. Or if you just want to see my beautiful face again as well.” I winked and got out of the car.

#formula 1 x black!reader #formula 1 x female reader #formula 1 x oc #formula one x oc #formula 1 x you #formula one x you #formula one x reader #formula 1 x reader #formula 1 imagine #formula one #formula 1 #lando norris imagine #lando norris x black!reader #lando norris x you #lando norris x oc #lando norris x reader #lando norris #x black!fem!reader #x black!reader #x black fem reader #hookhausens chips #hookhausen’s chips #burning rubber #f1 x reader #x reader

[starvi-boi]

yall asked me how i did it so here we go:

first of all, if you dont struggle with an ed or are in recovery than dont interact or read this. i am pro recovery for everyone except myself. stay safe everyone!!

my situation:

im 167 cm tall

i started at 67.7kgs and now im 43kgs, (bmi 24.3 -> 15.4)

i live with my parents and they after two months noticed and now they watch what i eat

it took me around 5 months but during 2 of them i was just maintaining because of miscalculations and binges

1) meals:

i do omads, its really effective, keep it around 350 - 900 cals a day, i used to fast for few days every now and then but omads work wonders

heres how my week looks:

mon: 400-700

tue: 400-800

wen: 400-600

thu: 350-650

fri: 400-800

sat: 900-1200

sun: 850-1250

omading dinner works quite well and so does omading breakfast, but i prefer dinners, i can keep my morning skinny all day and i dont have to walk outside being bloated af

2) exercise:

i do around 5 hours climbing a week, after 3 months i added a 20 minute workout every day that i dont climb, also sometimes i spent whole days climbing on rocks outside

i also have 2 hours of pe a week

i try to get at least 5k steps, mostly i get around 6k a day

im not a try hard in exercise, sometimes i go inline skating but its for fun

i dont distract burnt cals from the days total. i dont.

3) pürging:

i used to pürge anything that was over 500 cals, but it was useless, dont do it, its not helping, i did this only the first 2 months because of guilt

4) binging:

before i began eating less, i used to binge like 4 times a week (around 4k cals), it used to be my coping mechanism

at first i didnt binge at all, i didnt eat because of guilt, i hated food

lately ive been binging on low-cal stuff which is bad, but at least its not as high cal (i actually crave low-cal things), but now i tell myself this: 'enjoy the emptiness, nothing can fill in the void inside, especially not food' and it has helped a lot

but im not rlly sure what to do about it- it just sometimes happens

5) weight ins:

i do them everyday in the evening before dinner, i dont drink water during the day (dont do this, i forget to drink and am used to that, stay hydrated), which makes me not want to eat because id gain the food and water weight, if i knew i was having two meals id weight in in the morning

6) metab days:

since i live with my parents who now check on me, i do them on weekends - both days, i mostly binge on those days (sometimes even 3k cals) lol

i aim for 900-1100 cals on them because on other days i try to restrict as much as possible and my bmr is around 1200

even though they seem scary, theyre very much needed!!

7) rituals:

i dont snack, only gum - it works amazing (i go through like 30 a day :'))

i always plan my cals for the day in the morning and always add in the food before eating it

i spend a lot of time on edblr and edtwt and edtt, motivating

i always have an emergency snack on me and water, im allowed to eat it if im too dizzy or too weak

8) my tips:

never eat alone. never.

eat only at the table - it makes it really annoying to sit there while eating which makes me not wanna eat

romanticize hunger (not the best but ykyk), be a good ana, be pure, be pretty

wear layers, youre gonna be freezing all the time

vaping/smoking can help if youre already into it, dont start with it just because i said it might work

be patient.

skip any meal you can, fake eating, empty packages, hiding food in clothes, taking in to your room, dirty plates, sitting and staring at an empty cup licking the clean spoon over and over as if the cup was full so you seem like youre eating... anything

dont obsess over food, obsess over being skinny and over fasting!!

dont eat more than 2 meals a day

prepare your own food so you can calculate it right

high volume low cal stuff and high protein stuff are your new best friends (lettuce, peppers, cucumbers, pickles, rice cakes, tomatoes, melons, coldfish, chicken breasts, cottage cheese)

warm water fills you up, so does coffee and tea

be nice to yourself, reward yourself when you do good, make it a game - points for being good -> rewards you can buy with your points, when you mess up you have to extract few points

take it slow, one day at a time or one week at a time, you have plenty of time, messing up is okay (one binge doesnt make you fat just as one fast doesnt make you skinny, but doing it repeatedly will)

if youre getting weak -> increase your cals, its better to get your energy back but maintain for few weeks than it is to be weak and passing out

9) do what works for you

i cant do longer fasts because of my family, just because this worked for me doesnt mean its gonna work for you, find what you can do and stick with it

i really suck at portion control so i omad, its way easier for me to not eat than to eat small amounts through out the day

thats it for now!! thanks for reading, if i think of something more ill write it down!!

#i will be a skeleton #i will be weightless #i will reach my ugw #edmeme #i hate calories #starv3 #unhealthy weight loss #lose weight fast #anatips #ana #tw ana trigger #tw ana diary #ana advice #ana tips #unhealthy diet

[strangeshoepatrolbandit]

Sunshine follows with Sunfall Pt. 7

Warnings: None really.

This is mostly just a filler chapter(just like the last one)

Honestly, I'm so sorry that I keep disappearing and returning with chapters that have no action. It's Judith + Jason content, though.

Series Masterlist

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"What time is Judith's award ceremony?"

1:06 AM

"8:30."

1:08 AM

"I'll be there."

1:08 AM

×××

That morning had been normal. You woke up Judith for school and fed her breakfast before she went to go brush her teeth. You then helped her put on her clothes, brush her hair, and put on her shoes.

She arrived at school normally, sitting in the cafeteria before going off to her class so that she could do her morning work before the entire first grade sat in the cafeteria together and had their awards ceremony.

You showed up at the school thirty minutes early, sitting yourself down in one of the chairs set up in the back for the parents. You gazed at the stage, smiling softly to yourself as you think about how far your girl has come.

Once a small girl who couldn't even hold her head up, now an elementary student who's going to smile brightly on the stage as she holds up her awards paper-

"Hey." A slightly hoarse voice spoke from beside you as someone sat down.

You looked next to you and noticed Jason. "Hello." You sat up slightly straighter.

Jason tugged on the front of his jacket as he adjusted it. "Hope you don't mind me sitting here. Is this seat taken?"

Another slight smile tugs on the corner of your lips. "Bruce and Tim are at work, Dick is in Blüdhaven, and Damian is at his own school. It's not taken."

"I would've thought B and Butt brains would take time out of work for this." Jason tilts his head slightly.

"They're at a meeting." You inform him.

"Ahhh...."

An awkward pause fell over the two of you.

"You look nice today...."

Your eyes go over to Jason again, your gaze soft. You catch yourself and clear your throat, looking at the stage again. "Thank you."

"You're welcome." He nods to himself. "Well, not that you don't look nice everyday..."

You take in a deep breath and let out a sigh. "Thank you, Jason." You say again.

"You're welcome." He smiles slightly. "So, who's class is she in?"

"Mrs. Thompson's."

"Is she a good teacher?" Jason asks you.

"Judith likes her." You nod. "I'd say she's good."

Jason was going to say something else, but the cafeteria doors opened and students started walking in. The two of you watched as the first graders all filled the seats, sitting in rows assigned to their teachers.

"There's Jude!" You grin and point at one of the classes walking. Sure enough, your daughter was walking in the middle of the line.

Judith didn't notice Jason or you as she walked by, too focused on going to her seat. She sat down and a boy sat down next to her. The two of them started talking, smiling to each other as Judith waved her hands around.

"Who's that?" Jason asks you, speaking again.

"Her friend Alex." You glance at him as you tell him that. "Relax, she's literally six."

"I know, I know." He sighs. "Almost seven though."

"Oh!" You actually look at him now, instead of just glancing. "Will you be seeing her on her birthday?"

Jason smiles. "You think I wouldn't?"

A chuckle escapes your lips. "We have a tight schedule that day. We'll be at the Manor so that she can have a small little party, but we'll be back home that night."

Jason nods. "I'll be there. Text me when you get home."

"I will." You lean back in your seat and smile down at your lap.

The awards ceremony started just seconds later. Teachers took their turn going up to the stage and calling up members of their classes to hold up the awards they've earned.

Mrs. Thomson soon got on the stage and introduced herself, smiling as she called her class up by their names, starting with the Accelerated Reader award.

She went down the list of names and eventually called, "Judith Todd."

Judith excitedly got up from her seat and went up to the stage, taking her paper award. Judith went to go stand in the line of her classmates.

"Just like her father." You smile as you lean over and whisper to Jason. "You were such a nerd back in school."

Jason glances at you and tries to hide his own smile. You were right. He was a 'nerd' back in school.

Judith grinned as her name was called for a few more awards.

At the end of the ceremony, all students were allowed to stand and go visit their parents.

Jason and you stood and smiled as Judith came running up to the two of you. "Mommy! Daddy!"

Her arms reached up for the two of you and Jason lifted her up into his arms. "Hey, Sunshine."

"Hi, Daddy." She rests her head on his shoulder, handing you the three awards she got.

"Good job, Judy!" You match her enthusiasm, causing her to giggle.

"Thank you, mommy." She replies.

"Of course, baby." You smooth down her hair and lean closer to her and Jason.

Jason looks down at the paper awards Judith handed you. "AR. Good job." He smiles at her.

"Daddy's coming over for your birthday!" You tell the young girl.

"Really?!" She squeals.

"Of course!" Jason returns her enthusiasm.

Judith holds her father tightly as she kicks her feet, her smile widening as she wriggles around happily.

The teachers started rounding up their students again, making Jason have to let Judith go. "Love ya, Sunshine."

"I love you too, Mommy and Daddy!" Judith hugged your hips then ran off, leaving Jason and you alone again.

"Text me when you get home that day."

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a/n this is way too long, it started as a blurb and then the spirit of the reader-insert goddess possessed me and this is what I have to show for it, totally could've been longer but I restrained myself, so if the masses want a part two just shoot the message my way

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You had a feeling most people your age would be more excited about the prospect of sharing a house with an up-and-coming rock band in Los Angeles. Perhaps you yourself were more excited leading up to your move, packing up your bare essentials and your typewriter, sipping a cocktail in the smoking section of the plane, listening to David Bowie in the taxi over to the house. And what a house it was! You were given the run-down over the phone by the woman who put the listing out, Camila Something (never great with the last names, you were), not put off by the alleged haunted-ness of the house. If anything, the various ghosts and ghouls would serve as inspiration for your screenplay. There was not much that could dampen your spirits at this point, lugging your bags towards the front door and rapping your knuckles on the wood.

Except, of course, the obvious.

Moving from your parents' house to a college dorm had been, as you recall, a bit of a shock to the system. If that was the case then, it was nothing compared to moving into the closet-like space that was the remaining bedroom. You had gotten an apologetic smile from Camila... Alv- shit, Alvaro? It was leaving your head already. You felt bad, she had been nice enough to welcome you into the house and shown you to your shoebox of a living space.

"None of the boys wanted this room, so you should be left alone most of the time. Warren swears it's the epicenter for all the ghosts...," she nervously chuckled, "and whatnot." You took a nibble of the chocolate-chip cookie she gave you. "So just, take all the time you need to settle in, the group is out rehearsing for a gig tonight so you'll be on your own for dinner." She paused. "Unless you'd like to come see them, which would be more than fine! They're all so excited to meet you, especially Karen I think. She's been dying for some more estrogen in the house, me as well."

You swallowed. "I think I'll just stay in tonight, thank you." You cringed at yourself as she visibly faltered.

"No problem, uh, there's some leftover beer and pizza in the fridge if you get hungry, just help yourself to whatever you need." She was a saint, you thought, taking whatever awkwardness you possessed in stride. She even helped carry in your bag, setting it carefully on your twin bed. You insisted on taking in your typewriter yourself. It now lived on one of the cardboard boxes in the corner of your room, presumably left over from the group's initial move. "I'll get Billy to move those."

"It's fine." You had no desk. This was actually preferable to writing on the floor.

Camila gave you one last warm smile before returning back to the living room. You waited until she was out of earshot, stood up, and closed the door behind her.

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You were on your own late into the night, into the small hours of the morning. Camila had left the house at around 8:30, after which you snuck out of your room to rummage through the fridge. True to her word, there was a box of pizza within the fridge, with two slices remaining. Considering you were now sharing a place with four boys, this seemed like a small miracle to you. You ate both of them cold, sitting at the dining room table. While you ate, you took the time to take in your surroundings.

The kitchen, frankly, was not in the best shape. Pots and dishes piled up in the sink and the counters looked like they needed a serious scrubbing. The living room had beer bottles littering the floor, and the couch looked distinctly tread on.

You took another bite of your frozen pizza. This would do just nicely.

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Tired from your day of travel (and the handful of plane cocktails you had ingested) you retired to your bed relatively early. It would seem in this house, early meant any time before 2 a.m., and on-time would be closer to 4, which was around the time you were startled awake by a car pulling up and a small crowd of people piling through the backdoor into the kitchen.

"I swear there was pizza left over this morning."

"Eddie, we have a new roommate." That was Camila. "She needs to eat, too."

"Yeah, where is she?" A British voice piped up, moving from the kitchen roughly towards the living room. "Don't tell me she's in bed already."

"Just because you rock-and-rollers like to stay up doesn't mean everybody does," Camila laughed out. "Speaking of which, I'm beat. I'll see you all tomorrow."

"Right behind you." A deeper voice sounded, and two sets of footsteps walked off presumably to their bedroom. You suspected that was Billy.

"Should we go find her?" You felt as if your spine had been doused in cold water.

"Don't be stupid." British again. Someone moved around the living room, a record needle scratched and the quiet sounds of Credence Clearwater Revival started playing throughout the room.

The house started to mellow out after that; you expected the rest of them went to bed, and the ones that stayed out were smoking. It was at that moment that your bladder started to call for your attention in earnest. Weighing your options, you decided venturing out of your bedroom would be less treacherous than pissing your bed on your first night.

The journey to the bathroom you managed to avoid other people, it was the journey back that you slipped up. There was only one person in the living room, and there was only one of you in the hallway, so there was no mistaking that when he was waving, he was waving at you. To make matters worse, he was strikingly handsome, and you were deeply sleepy. Before you could stop yourself, you waved back. He held up the joint he was smoking in your direction. You shook your head. He gave you an exaggerated pout, wiping an invisible tear off his cheek. Not totally convinced that what was happening to you was real, you quietly slunk off back to bed.

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There was a small window in your room, the sill lined with small potted plants. The morning sun beamed through that window, casting a glowing light onto your bed. You reached your hand around looking for your pillow to throw over your head, prying your eyes open to see it lying on the floor next to your headboard. Groaning, you sat up, resigning yourself to the morning.

The house was quiet. 9 a.m. was evidently too early for anybody except you to be awake. You tiptoed your way into the kitchen, searching for a loaf of bread or an oatmeal pack. What didn't escape your notice, was the man sleeping soundly on the coach in the living room. The same man, you saw, that your had encountered last night. In the morning light you were able to get a better look at him. You were right to see that he was handsome, with his curly brown hair and his strong nose. Taking a bite of your buttered bread, you let yourself stare at him for just a few moments. Too many moments, in fact. You realized this when suddenly the boy on the couch was staring back at you.

"You didn't come smoke with me last night."

At that moment, you felt more empathy for deers in headlights than any other living soul on the planet.

"Good morning."

"Is it?" He looked over to the windows streaming in light. He beamed. "It is."

You hurried back to your room, the piece of bread squished within your clenched fist.

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Your first few weeks you spent writing. It was very clear that you kept a very different schedule from everyone else in the house, except for maybe Camila. By virtue of being the only two in the house for long stretches of the day, she was the one in the house that you became the closest to the fastest. In the afternoons she would encourage you to bring your typewriter out into the dining room to keep her company while she poured over photographs from the night before. You would both slip into a comfortable silence, save for the clacking of your keys.

When you weren't writing you were watching TV. Camila had gotten Billy to drive you downtown along with a list of groceries, where you purchased for yourself the smallest television set you could find. While Billy and you said the equivalent of about three sentences to each other that trip, he had carried it into the house for you and even helped set it up in your room. The tiny screen sat in the corner on top of one of the cardboard boxes, consistently tuned to CBS so you could watch re-runs of Scooby Doo.

There was another television set in the living room. It was slightly bigger than yours, too. Maybe it even got more channels. You didn't use it.

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Camila greatly appreciated your company. She adored the band that she lived with, and she loved Billy with all her heart, but she couldn't deny that uprooting herself from Pittsburgh and moving across the country wasn’t an easy change. Putting out ads looking for a roommate, while being somewhat financially motivated (only so much pocket toast could be eaten by one household), was, perhaps subconsciously, a yearning for companionship, for a friend to fill the hours where the house would otherwise be empty.

And she adored you. You may have been a tough nut to crack, she slowly but surely got you to open up, got you talking about films coming out that you wanted to see, your childhood dog that would puke all over your room, your favorite classes in high school. The little things that were once guarded under layers of uncertainty and self-isolation. She would ask for your opinions on the photos she took, and you would ask her about your word choice. Before heading out for the night, she would always ask you if you wanted to come with, and she was sure she was getting closer and closer to the day you would say yes.

She was also pretty sure you had a thing for Warren. Like, 99.8% sure.

You never brought him up. She started dropping his name in your daily conversation, and would watch as your fingers would still on the keys of your typewriter. You would stutter for a few seconds before taking a breath and composing yourself, nervously glancing over at her to make sure she didn't notice. She never gave you any indication that she did, but of course she noticed.

She also noticed how Warren would scan the audience every night from behind his drum kit, and how his face would subtly fall when he couldn't spot you. Or how he started nagging the group to go home earlier than usual, and would drag his feet a little more in the early afternoons before leaving for rehearsals. The final straw on the camel's back came when he had bought a tiny ceramic kitten and asked her to give it to you.

"She likes cats, right?" It was close to three in the morning when he had cornered her in the kitchen, holding up the small black cat in the light of the oven lamp. "It seemed like something she'd like."

"You know, you can be asking her these questions yourself."

"I don't wanna spook her." He shrugged like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Playing the long game, huh?"

"I've got time." He froze, eyes slowly widening. "I mean, I don't know what you're talking about."

She plucked the cat from his hands, patting him on the shoulder. "Go to bed, Rojas."

She slid the cat over to you the next morning while you were eating your cereal.

"What is this?" You gingerly picked it up.

"It's from Warren." You quickly set it back down. "It's for you."

You don't think your face has ever been hotter than it was that day. The cat lived on you windowsill, next to the potted plants. Every time you watered you felt a warmness blooming in your chest, running a finger delicately over its head.

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"Hey, you know what channel M*A*S*H airs on, right?"

On a rare day off, the band had settled in around the television in the living room; Camila and Billy sharing the chair in the corner, Graham and Karen lying over each other on the floor, with Eddie perched on the stool in front of the set, his hand on the dial. Warren had spread himself out on the couch, lying down comfortably smoking a joint.

"Uh, yeah." You paused in the doorway. "Yeah, sorry, uh, it's on CBS."

"Great, thanks." Eddie fiddled around with the set before standing up. "Are you gonna join us? I mean, you can join us if you want to."

"Oh, um," you're eyes wildly scanned the room for any hint of disapproval. They landed on Warren, who was hazily looking at you with an easy smile on his face. "Yeah, sure."

"Warren, move your legs," Camila spoke from across the room. Still looking at you, Warren lifted his legs off the couch, inviting you to sit down. As you took your seat, he lowered his legs back down on your lap. He held out the joint, in a movement reminiscent of your first encounter. Never not one for consistency, you shook your head. He shrugged and stuck the joint back between his lips, turning his attention to Alan Alda on the TV. Unsure of what to do with your hands, you tentatively rested them on his calves. You didn't notice, but right next to you the corners of Warren's mouth ever so subtly turned upwards.

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M*A*S*H, as groundbreaking of a show as it was, was not enough to hold the attention of 7 adults for an extended amount of time. Camila left the group first, but not before dropping you a wink as she left the room. Slowly but surely, the rest of the group left to go putter around in their respective corners of the house, before it was just you and Warren, who had finished his joint and transitioned to laying his head in your lap. His face was looking up towards you, but his eyes were closed, looking so relaxed he reminded you of a cat showing their belly. Not fully aware of yourself, you had rested one of your hands on the side of his waist, while the other was running through his hair. The scene was so intimate you were practically choking on it.

"Will you come to our show this weekend?"

Your hand stilled.

"Hmm?"

"I'd like you to, if you want to." He reached his hand up to yours, nudging it to get you to resume your petting. "I'll buy you dinner afterwards."

"You don't need to do that."

He cracked open his eyes, his face splitting into a grin.

"Girlie, I'll take you to dinner any night that you let me."

You barked out a laugh despite yourself. You felt like you were dreaming. He started giggling, too.

"I will!" His thumb was rubbing the meat of your forearm, drawing small circles on your skin. "I'll get you another little cat, too. My finances aren't robust but I'll find a way." The heart eyes he was sending your way were overwhelming.

"I- okay!"

"Really?" Warren sat up, eyes scanning your face, grinning wildly. Not trusting your voice, you nodded emphatically. Looking slightly awestruck, he reached over and cupped your face. "You won't regret this, honey. I'm gonna treat you so well." Someone called him from another room, and reluctantly he let go of you. Subconsciously you started reaching for him. As he stood up, he leaned over and took your hands in his, kissing your knuckles.

"I'm gonna name a boat after you!"

After he left the room, you breathed out a holy cow, and then another quiet chuckle.

Warren Rojas was gonna be the death of you, and you were counting on it.

#warren rojas #warren rojas x reader #djats x reader #if this gets one note i will write the date fic #i will like this myself if i have to

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Sindria's Prophet #37

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*CW-Long term affects of medical denial & child abuse, living with PTSD *Kink & toys mentioned

((I keep forgetting to tell you guys: Lyly is pronounced "lee-lee." It's short for their middle name, Llyn/Lynn (<-genderfluid affected spelling)))

~POV Mori~ I woke up gasping. I sat up and wrapped my arms around myself so I could tell the difference between actual physical touch and the phantoms left over from my night terror. My body wouldn't stop shaking; I needed Lyly's help. When I got out of bed I froze. Not only did my bed not have curtains, this wasn't my room. No. This was my room. Sinbad picked it out for me in the guest tower. I was in Sindria; in a whole different dimension. All of the adrenaline supporting me left and I sank to the floor. I was still trembling but I wasn't scared anymore. The people who hurt me couldn't reach me here. I had that dream because after spending the past month hyperfixated on the present, I had been triggered into remembering one of the worst parts of my past, so now I was remembering the rest too. 'Sorry, Lyly.' The safety I had gained in this world was invaluable. I couldn't imagine going home willing. Based on how little light was getting through the curtains it was still the middle of the night. I was drained from my dream, and my hips were still aching but it took a while for my mind to calm back down. Tomorrow and the distractions that came from it couldn't come soon enough.

--- "Alright now, Mx. Prophet," the doctor gave me my diagnosis. Sinbad had him sent first thing in the morning, and his arrival woke me up. "You need to rest for a few days. I'll have painkillers sent over to help with your hip pain, fever, and migraine." With his job done, he saw himself out. 'I can't miss the Morning Assembly! ...But-!' I knew the doctor was right deep down. I was in no condition to do much of anything. I was fine resting when I didn't have obligations, but I had a job now. If I was back home I would have had to give Lyly my keys so I couldn't leave. Five years just wasn't enough to fully rewrite my base instincts. Although, from the new memories I was gaining, the me back home was doing a bit better. Those new memories were why I was healed and practiced enough to stop myself even if a doctor hadn't told me to... especially since I had a fever. As long as both me's kept whatever this connection was then maybe we would also keep the benefits from both sides. --- ~POV Sharrkon~ Mori was the only person that missed the morning Assembly. Yamuraiha had a growing smile throughout the meetings, and now that it ended she mumbled something to Pisti. Shar groaned; he knew where this was going. "Yup." Pisti giggled. "I heard from a reliable source," probably 1 of her boyfriends, "that Mori's not 'sick'. Her hips were injured and her body over worked last night." The King refused to look at the gossips. His silence spoke volumes compared to the past month of him adamantly defending that there was nothing special between him and 'his Beautiful Prophet.' "Oh ho~! It finally happened after I left!" Hina slapped Sharrkan on the back with a laugh. "Looks like the 2 of us have to pay up! But I guess you lost the most, huh?" "Oh, no! I ain't paying nothing! Nothing happened!!" Shar had a hurt ego to nurse and he would not let them step on it harder. "Mori got hurt dancing. Our King had nothing to do with it!" Sharrkon felt a shiver run down his spine that made him hold his tongue. Hina looked to the others for confirmation. "Is that true?" Drakon answered him. "It's true. However, it's also true that Sin carried Mori all the way to their room from the festival." "Oh~? That's proof enough for me." Drakon, Ja'far, Yam, and Pisti agreed with their own comments. The man in question still refused to comment, so Hinahoho addressed him directly. "You're really not going to say anything, Sin? After all of that time, telling us how you don't want to get married?" "Fine. Fine." King Sinbad finally turned to them with his arms crossed. "It's simple really. You know I'm not the type to reveal my hand until I'm certain." Sinbad was smiling, but Shar knew instinctually the King was the threat that told him to stop talking. The giant laughed. "Is that so?" "I know you're aware this is a first for me." Sharkkon's wallet cried with him. He had lost 2 out of 3 bets. It was only a matter of time before he lost the 3rd.

---- ~POV Mori~ The Great Bell rang out. The morning Assembly was definitely over. There were several things I had wanted to do today, and I couldn't do any of them since I had to rest. I needed to meet with Queen Artemina before she left Sindria. I had to solidify our connection as allies, but she was set to leave in a day. As I wrote a letter to send her, the waves shifted. This was the right choice for me, and the future I wanted. The letter would need time to dry before I could send it. I got up from my chair and stopped. I didn't want to lay down again yet no matter how much my body needed it. 'Damnit! How much more of my life am I going to spend sick??' I groaned into my hands. I was born with a weak raspatory system, so I get sick multiple times a year and often end up bedridden. "I am allowed to rest even though I can sit up and walk. Pushing will only make it worse." My mom eventually stopped acknowledging when I would get sick due to the expense which is why I struggle to let myself rest as an adult. I made a point of putting the truth into words to fight her conditioning. I climbed back in bed even though I knew that meant I would be stuck with just my thoughts until I fell back asleep. This was the perfect opportunity to process everything that had happened with Sinbad, but I couldn't think about it at all. Being triggered, recognizing these new memories, and that night terror just made me think about home more -well the place I came from. Even when I was in my room there I often couldn't help but think 'I want to go home' because even though it was comfortable and familiar, I couldn't feel safe. My last therapist told me that as long as I stayed in that house full of reminders there was only a slim chance of me recovering from my CPTSD. If only I could have afforded to move out.

In the new memories I got, our dad finally agreed to reorganize all of the living spaces, so that me and Lyly weren't getting as many flashbacks anymore. Hell, he even apologized for everything and started acting like a real dad some of the time. The me that stayed home was able to persevere until an opening for change finally came. 'If they got Isekai now I wonder if they would want to go home?' The thought had never occurred to this me -just like it never did back when I was in in-patient. Although I was still worried about Lyly like I was then. I rolled over to pull out a scroll from the bedside dressers. When I was on the ship I had worked on all sorts of scrolls and one was a memoir of my life back home. One of the first things I did was draw the people important to me before I'll inevitably forget their faces. I unrolled the scroll. Lyly's face stared up at me from the page. As difficult as that place was to live in all of my loved ones were there. In this world there was no one that knew me, and I wasn't sure if I could let my self get that close to anyone here -especially Sinbad. He already knew how deep some of the scars on my heart are. I didn't want him to think any less of me, or use my pain against me. And even more than that, I was scared that the safety I had here would shatter if I made a wrong step. 'I thought I was doing better.' This world had treated me so well that I fell into a false sense of security. Not being surrounded by reminders of my traumas made me feel like I was somehow cured and could restart from scratch. But that's not how healing works... Being away from triggers just made it easier to avoid having an attack. It's only after feeling safe that we let ourselves feel the emotions that are unsafe to feel in the moment. A few tears fell down my cheeks. I placed the scroll on the bedside table and rolled back towards the middle of the bed. Surely it was okay for me to cry in a situation like this. I allowed myself the luxury even though the tears didn't last long. When I was young I cried just as often from joy as sadness. The abuse I experienced made it unsafe to cry at all, so I learned to cry silently until I eventually stopped crying altogether. Being in this world made me feel like it was okay again. Letting myself actually feel these emotions was an important step in the healing process. Beating myself up for getting triggered and relapsing wouldn't help at all. I needed to forgive myself.

--- One day of rest should be enough, right? It's not like I still had a fever. I didn't want to stay in my room and make an even worse impression. My hips would hurt a little if I over worked them, but that would just act as a limiter. ((<<= This person is in denial))

I got dressed after breakfast, but as soon as I grabbed the doorknob I froze. "Yeah, no." I was not in the mood to see Sinbad in person yet, and I would have to if I left my room. As soon as I took Queen Sinbad's choker back off I felt a wave of relief. It had given me so much dopamine and serotonin when it was part of a fantasy, but now it was a reminder of my fears. How could I mark myself with it when I couldn't feel safe in my own desires? Wearing it felt like a lie. I definitely wouldn't be able to wear it for a while.

'Guess I haven't completely lost my sense of self-preservation.' Besides, I hadn't actually had time to do most of the things I like doing to relax since I got to this world. Going out in this state would be worse than not going out. Another day off as I recover from the stress had to be reasonable.

But what options did I have to relax?

Everyone else was busy with work at this time of day, so I could masturbate without having to worry about being interrupted. But my toybox didn't isekai with me; I only have my hands, and some ribbons for mild shibari. Sinbad said I could make requests, but there was no way in hell I was letting him find about this, let alone use his money for my sex toys. I'll figure out where to get some after payday. The night terror was still fresh in my memory anyway.

Video games, comics, and anime were obviously out of the question. Printing still isn't big enough for fiction to be popular to write -that's part of why Sinbad's Adventure story was such a huge success. I had 3 cats back home, but I can't exactly adopt a new pet while sick. I do sing a lot to relieve stress, but it would be embarrassing to be overheard without knowing. 'Note to self: get carpets to hang up to dampen the sound.' There were places I could go that would be harder to be heard but leaving wasn't an option until I was better. That only left me: writing and drawing.

'Working on Fate scrolls it is!'

The flow of ink was good for my brain. It did more than help calm me; it gave me more perspective but it couldn't give me true answers. 'I wish we could just go back to how things were before that night. How am I supposed to know when I will be ready to see Sinbad again?' He isn't any of the people that hurt me, so why can't I just like him without being afraid of betrayal?

Were Sinbad's actions manipulation, or earnest? Could I trust the safety I felt around him? It was definitely a combination of how he treated me, what I knew from reading his Fate, and how familiar I was with being around those types of manipulation. But there was something strange. When I looked for signs of his manipulation in how he dealt with me, or any expected fallout, nothing came from it. In fact, everything kept ending in my favor. The cycle I was expecting was coming from me, not Sinbad. The waves swirled as I finally let myself think about it.

What was he actually going to say when I cut him off? Even if it was what I thought, would I be able to believe him? Even if I didn't have relationship trauma I don't think I could trust him romantically after reading his Fate. He claimed he wasn't playing the flirting game, but that could have been manipulation. Was it my heart or pride that would be hurt more if he was lying? I couldn't tell yet.

I was lonely. Both in general, and in this world. There was no one that knew me here. And I was too scared to trust the person getting closest to my heart. Even though I didn't want to be seen like this, I didn't actually want to be alone; I just couldn't shake the fear of rejection or punishment I thought was inevitable. I left my windows open just in case. ---

~POV Sinbad~ The King sat on the edge of Mori's bed. He had been unable to visit the first time she was sick. Now that he understood his own feelings he couldn't stay away unless he was on the other side of the world. The only reason he didn't visit the first day was because he knew she needed space away from him. The waves had been trying to guide him here for a while though. Who was he to deny them? No one answered the door when he knocked or called out. The silence and waves worried him. The last report said her current fever was mild, but it could have spiked since then. Mori developed an extremely high fever on the ship several hours after everyone saw she was unwell. He entered without permission only to find his Beautiful Prophet was sleeping peacefully. He had gotten to see her; that would have to be enough. Mori turned her head in her sleep and her bangs fell onto her eye lashes. Sinbad leaned over to move her hair out of the way. He tried to keep his touch light to not wake her, but her eyes fluttered open. Unfocused eyes watched him. "Sin..?" The sound of their voice was a relief. It didn't sound strained at all, only weak from sleep.

"How are you feeling?" They weren't anywhere near as bad as last time. "~*yawn* Better now that I'm awake." "Oh? Did you have a bad dream?" They watched him as what he asked slowly processed in their newly conscious state. "Yeah, I did. Thank you for waking me." "Anytime." Sinbad returned their weak smile with his own. "I guess that's why it wasn't just my waves leading me here." He hesitated. "Mori, what do you think about moving into the Purple Leo Tower? It will be easier to care for you when you get sick. You'll be safer there. And your waves could reach me faster." The same fear from the other night started seeping into their expression. "I'm fine here." But he wasn't fine. "Besides, it will be harder when I have to move out of the Palace." For a moment he forgot how to breathe. "Why would you have to move out?" Why would she ever think she had to leave?? "Would you really be okay with me staying after my visions run out?" The King couldn't stop his hand from reaching to caress their cheek, but he was able to hold back from making contact. "Of course." Mori's brow creased farther and they glanced at his hand. "What about after I share all the knowledge I have from my world? I wasn't an engineer. I only know the basics." Sinbad's heart dropped. From the beginning Mori had been marketing herself as a resource, and he had only ever responded positively. Yet another way he'd messed up without even realizing it. "Of course, I'll still want you by my side." The more he was able to peer into Mori's heart the more worried he got. "You are a person, not a resource. You do know that, don't you?" Mori closed their eyes and leaned their head towards his hand; he took that as permission. Their cheek didn't feel feverish. They spoke flatly about their emotions like they did the night of the Announcement. "I know that logically, but I struggle with knowing how to act if I'm not helping someone." They brought a hand up to his. "I really do like helping people, but sometimes it feels like that's all I am. It's what I had to do to survive since I was little." Ah. He could understand that thought process. Sinbad had been a caregiver for his mother and village from a very young age, and went straight from that to king's candidate. There was very little time in his life when he wasn't working towards helping someone. Drinking, and philandering became his break from that -although he would hopefully be narrowing that last point to one person soon. "You seemed to do just fine at the festival." So fine that he couldn't deny his feelings anymore. "Huh? -Oh. Yeah. I guess I did." Her expression softened into a genuine smile. "It was probably going around the festival that got me sick though." It was mainly stress according to the doctors' report. Mori closed her eyes with a yawn. "I'll have to keep more distance between me and the citizens next time. I didn't realize I was so interesting." "You're incredibly interesting." They let out a quiet chuckle. "If you say so." Sinbad watched and felt as they turned their face into his palm, and sighed. Mori relaxed more into his hand with each breath as if his scent and touch were comforting. It bubbled up desires he knew he shouldn't act upon with a sick or unconscious person and yet he couldn't make himself leave either. He took a moment to ground himself but it did little good. He couldn't bring himself to leave until after Mori let go of his hand. To think another person would have this much power over him. "You really are amazing." There was absolutely no way he'd ever allow anyone else to see this side of them. Mori would be moved to the Purple Leo Tower in time, and would just have to learn through experience that he had no intentions of letting them go. ---

~POV Mori~ I woke up to the Great Bell the next morning. Sinbad being here was not a dream. I had just been too groggy to question the situation. What was the point of staying home, if he was going to visit me in person?

On the plus side, seeing Sinbad while I wasn't stuck in my trauma brain helped break the cycle of questions. Sinbad might be stubborn but through his whole life he is shown being someone fully willing to change his mind when given enough information. At this point in the story he is someone with conviction who says his truth directly -even if he often speaks in a manipulative way. So when he said he's chosen a new path, he meant it -even if I don't know what that means yet. And when he is shown seducing women, the idea of moving any of them into the Purple Leo Tower would never be considered, let alone offered -even in private. And yet he offered that to me.

Sinbad was changing and I'd never be able to accept how if I stayed cooped up in my room. To understand myself, and Sinbad I needed to spend more time around him. My rest was over. I didn't need to jump all the way in at once. I'd see him at the morning Assemblies, swap pleasantries, and part ways until the next day. 'Slow and steady.' --- ~POV Sinbad~ Was this how Hina and Drakon felt when they looked at their wives before they got together? Just seeing Mori enter the halls of the White Capricorn Tower made his heart swell. And hearing their voice? Well, he was starting to understand why Ja'far had been so upset with him since they returned from Balbadd. Even seeing Mori dressed androgynously didn't shake his feelings -though it was a bit jarring after how they dressed for the Announcement. It just cemented that what he felt wasn't simply based on how Mori presented. They were undeniably the most beautiful person in the world to him now.

After going through more options than necessary, the first thing the Dungeon Capturer managed to say to Mori was, "I'm happy to see you're feeling better."

"Yes. And thank you for visiting me while I was resting." Mori's smile made him feel at peace. Seeing them up close confirmed that they cut their bangs some. "But never enter my room without explicit permission again." Their sharper tone pierced him repeatedly with each sentence. "That includes the bird by the way. If my curtains are closed or I don't answer the door: don't enter my room."

He wore a smile to ease their anger. "Of course. It won't happen again."

Even as Mori accepted his response and left, the King couldn't get his heart to stop racing. Why did there have to be so many large risks of ruining his chances when he already knew she liked him from reading his Fate?

--- ~POV Mori~

As soon as the Assembly was over, I fled to the Black Libra Tower. 'He said he was happy I was better! AND he didn't say anything about about my change of gender expression!' Sinbad said all of two words directly to me and I started short circuiting. I remembered that he offered to move me to his tower -the one he sleeps in???- and immediately went on the defensive. I was not as ready as I thought!! I was going to need my favorite hyperfixation to survive the rollercoaster I was trapped on. And if it didn't exits yet, then I was going to reinvent it myself! It would be relatively easy to make a printing press since this fanfic was in English instead of whichever Arabic language was the region's canonical one, or Japanese like the series was originated in. Both require significantly more characters than English, and some kanji can be too intricate to make with this world's current level of technology. Speaking of which, this world had stamps and seals so this next level of printing shouldn't be too crazy of a change. I took some print making classes in high school and college, so I got to use a few different scale printing presses. I knew enough to draft prototypes. I excelled at typography in college too -so well that the department head signed off on me skipping a few courses so I could get to the high level stuff faster. The typography was digital, but I still learned enough to draft prototypes of stamps and such. ('A shame I couldn't afford higher than an Associates Degrees.) Since I was working on a table in the middle of one of the libraries, people came up to ask me about what I was doing. I gave a brief summary to the latest onlooker, before I pointed to the examples I was drafting. "I see." His voice was familiar but I was too focused to register it. The person moved around the table to read the part I had finished this morning. He made a few sounds of recognition as he read. "Won't spelling out each word every time be a hassle?" "Well, yeah. It's better to have most words premade. And full lines of text can be fused together to make reprinting more issues easier and faster." He pointed to a spot on the parchment. "Ah- that's what this part is then." My eyes were drawn to the glint of his rings. Every cell in my body remade itself as my brain finally acknowledged who was talking to me. "That is convenient." Sinbad's voice was unmistakable now that I was paying attention. I prayed to every God I knew of that my emotions didn't show in my actions or voice. "This might be a new technology here, but you won't have to completely reinvent the wheel thanks to my 'visions.'" I had to focus on my breathing to keep my heart rate down. I was able to keep the conversation moving, but I wasn't sure I would remember it well. I was more focused on not looking like an idiot. We had exchanged greetings at the morning assembly but this was the first time I was talking to him fully sober in days. His polite gestures and this conversation made my heart swell, but he wasn't flirting; he was just existing while being attractive. 'Why did I have to start thinking it could be mutual??? I can't even enjoy it like this!' If anything starts there's going to be an end.

--- ~POV Sinbad~ Sinbad didn't have a 'real' reason for visiting Mori in Black Libra Tower on their first day back, but, as King, there was no one who would question him. Although, Ja'far would come to get him if he's away from his responsibilities for too long. He arrived a bit after lunch to find Mori sitting at a table in the middle of the library where anyone could and did come talk to them. The proof being that they didn't beat an eye at his questions. In fact, it sounded like they had explained about this stamp system multiple times. Mori needed their own office in the tower. He'd make sure they got one asap. As interesting as this new technology was, Sinbad kept finding himself staring at his Beautiful Prophet more. It was hard enough to focus at his own desk -let alone when Mori was right in front of him. Sinbad had heard that acknowledging the feeling makes it stronger, but he wasn't expecting this. Mori tensed for a moment before scooting their chair away from him. He had been leaning closer to them without realizing, and they moved away. How was this the same person that fell asleep holding his hand the previous day? Were they just too tired back then to remember what was going on? Did they think it was a dream? He definitely shouldn't flirt with them while they were this uncomfortable to be around him. Would they even be willing to hold his arm while they walked together? He didn't think so. Sinbad took a moment to ground. Even if Mori had turned into a feral cat or wild rabbit around him, the way they watched him when they thought he wasn't looking was a sign that they wouldn't mind being tamed by him. They had enjoyed his company before; he just needed to remind them of that. The only question was if he could regain Mori's trust before he had to leave for the Kou Empire.

((OMGOSH I did not expect this to take this long. At least a month of that gap was from back-to-back illness too, so it took even longer. My digestive track turned off for 24 hours and took 48 to fully come back online. While I was in recovery I caught a really bad upper raspatory infection that gave me a 103F fever for a week. So of course my period hit me like a freight train a week later. Somehow I was ill the weeks around the holidays and not on them, but it was a still a super rough couple of weeks. I'm better now :D which is why I was able to have the energy to write.

I processed a lot of my emotions while working on these chapters. They're all things I already knew, but consolidating them like this helped me see more of the places they were affecting me, and cement in my head that it is okay to move forward. :D

This arc is 3 chapters long including this one. Since I do have the next 2 written already, I just need to refine them and make the art, so there shouldn't be as long as a break for the next chapter. Like this chapter, they will have scenes of Mori processing their emotions. I needed a lot of time to edit them down a ton since there's obviously things I don't intend to post on the internet, and I want the story to feel good to read chapter to chapter. I've already got the next arc started too. It's a lot of character confrontations that became discarded drafts of earlier arcs, but definitely need to happen now. Since I have those drafts as a basis, I hope to get that arc ready before I finish posting this one. I have another DeadEnd chapter to post, and a few one shots I almost have ready. I've been posting wips and art for for them on patreon, but I won't be posting them here until I have full chapters ready U-U))

#magi prophet fanfic #king sinbad #sinbad magi #magi sinbad #sinbad x oc #magi fanart #sinbadxoc #magi fanfiction

[steddieas-shegoes]

Headcanon sentences!;

1. "You're going to be a good sad someday, Teddy bear" teddy bear = Eddie's nickname

2. "Saying yes to you was the best decision of my life"

3. Based on me playing Steddie in the Sims 4: Steddie playing Sims 4 and "How do you keep setting the stove on fire making Mac and cheese?!"

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Okay assuming that's a typo and you meant dad this one's gooooood shit

No one had expected Max to be the first one with a baby, or a baby at all for that matter.

But here she was, 22 years old, Lucas by her side, holding their newborn baby boy with the biggest smile on her face.

She'd only given birth a few hours ago, Lucas' family coming in to visit before she even got a chance to take it in.

Eddie had never held a baby. Not once.

But he knew how to comfort Max, had been the best at it for the last 8 years or so. She looked exhausted, and he immediately put his arm around her shoulders and let her rest her head on his shoulder.

"Proud of you, Red. Look at this little gremlin. Poor thing looks like Lucas. Hope he grows out of that."

Lucas interrupted his own conversation with Steve to glare at him.

"You wanna hold him?"

Eddie couldn't exactly turn that down, not when Max looked like she was kind of asking for a break without actually asking for one.

She gently placed the sleeping baby in his arms.

He felt it immediately: the why someone would put their body through this, the why people choose to throw a specific type of fun out the window to have kids.

"Decided on a name?"

Max leaned her head up from where she'd rested it on her pillow.

"Yeah. Steve? Stop talking to Lucas and come look at my baby."

Steve did as she asked, like he always did. It was no secret she was tied for favorite kid with Dustin.

"Steve, Eddie, this is Andrew Steven Sinclair."

Eddie and Steve looked up at her together, equally surprised by the name choice.

They both cried, and Max rolled her eyes, but didn't tease them about it, probably already warned to be kind by Lucas.

Steve held him for a few minutes, walking around the room and gently rocking his arms to keep him asleep.

Eddie watched until it was his turn again.

He held him for nearly 30 minutes before Steve finally told him they needed to go and let Max and Lucas rest and bond with Andrew alone.

As they left the hospital, Eddie kept rambling about things he wanted to buy for Andrew, things he wanted to do with him as he got older. It continued on for the entire drive to their apartment in the city and even over dinner that night.

Finally, Steve kissed him, effectively shutting him up long enough to talk.

"You're gonna be a good dad someday, teddy bear."

Eddie blushed.

He saw it now. He saw what Steve wanted so badly and now he wanted it too.

He'd make sure they had it somehow.

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2. This could be so sappy but what if it was funny instead

It was late.

They were tired.

Food didn't make itself and they were way too exhausted to do it themselves.

"I could just call in pizza."

Steve had turned down takeout already because of their budget or whatever, but Eddie was too hungry to care about a budget now.

"Fine. But just a small. No drinks or breadsticks."

Eddie jumped up before Steve could change his mind.

Because it was so late, the pizza was delivered quickly. Weird how no one else wanted pizza delivery at one in the morning.

They both let out loud moans at the first bite, smiling at their pizza slices like they found long lost loves.

"Aren't you glad I convinced you to order pizza?"

"Saying yes to you was the best decision of my life."

"And they call me the dramatic one!"

"Shut up and eat your pizza."

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3. Okay but actually funny story one time I did forget I was boiling water to make mac and cheese (I was in like 6th grade leave me alone) and nothing caught on fire but the kitchen sure didn't smell good for a while

In a strange turn of events, Eddie took on a nanny job when they moved to Chicago. It paid well and he was guaranteed off for any shows his band played, plus all the major holidays and half of summer.

It paid so well, in fact, Steve could focus on his college classes instead of also having to work.

Every Monday, instead of going to the family's house, they dropped their five year old daughter, Emily, at Steve and Eddie's apartment.

They'd have a full day of walking to the park at the end of the block on nice days, or playing with Eddie's "for fun" guitar, or laying out tons of paper across the kitchen floor and finger painting, or playing princess and dragons.

Eddie was great at it. Except for the whole cooking part.

Usually, meals were prepped already when he went to Emily's house. But on Mondays, he had to make lunch and dinner for her.

He stuck to sandwiches for lunch, but dinner could get rough.

He managed to do okay with microwaving chicken nuggets or cooking frozen pizzas.

But he'd gone through two stoves from trying to make mac and cheese.

He was persistent though, knew if he just focused on only the mac and cheese, nothing would burn or catch on fire or break.

Unfortunately, Emily chose to have a Code Red Emergency just when he added the pasta to the pot.

It's fine, I have 8 minutes to fix what she needs me to.

Emily had broken one of the minifigures that Eddie used for D&D and she was heartbroken. Eddie explained it could be fixed, he'd just glue it tonight and she could play with it again next week, but she was inconsolable.

Naturally, he got distracted trying to help her and the smoke alarm started going off.

"Shit!"

"That's a bad word!"

"I know!"

Eddie managed to handle it before the fire got big, but their mac and cheese was burnt and he would just have to settle for some fish sticks.

Emily got picked up and her parents smirked at the smell and slight haze to the air, but didn't comment.

Steve, however, wasn't going to ignore it.

"Oh my God, you did it again didn't you?"

"Did what?"

"How do you keep setting the stove on fire making mac and cheese?!"

"Emily was having a crisis!"

"We're going to have a crisis if you don't get to it in time and burn the whole apartment complex to the ground!"

They made a new rule that night that he wasn't allowed to make any kind of pasta anymore unless Steve was home to watch.

He'd feel stupid if it wasn't such a good idea.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #headcanon

[tartarusknight]

King of the Freaks | Part 12

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Eddie wakes up by staticky sobbing. A female voice whispered, “Steve? Steve, come in. Please, Steve, are you there?” Eddie blinks awake and glances around until he spots the walkie on the desk. “Steve please, are you okay?” The girl is crying and Eddie picks it up. He thinks about answering but he doesn’t want to make whoever’s talking, feel uncomfortable. And since it sounds like Max, he knows she’d feel uncomfortable.

 So, he hurries downstairs but Steve’s not in the living room. He heads further down and instantly notices the light on. Just a couple of lamps turned on around the area. And in the middle is Steve sitting up on the couch playing solitaire like it wasn’t 4 in the morning. He’s got a Walkman over his ears and he looks incredibly tense. Eddie moves over and the minute he touches Steve, Steve wheels around and looks like he’s about to punch Eddie. However, he pauses and his eyes widen at the sight of Eddie. Then he glances at the walkie in Eddie’s hand and pales.

 He pushes his headphones off and grabs the walkie, Max’s frantic sobs still echoing. “Max, hey I’m so sorry. I didn’t- I’m here now.” Eddie pauses and takes Steve in. The tension in his body, the fear in his eyes, and the bags under his eyes. “Byers or Junkyard?”

Max sobs, “B-Byers.”

Steve squeezes his eyes shut, “Billy, Will, or the dogs?”

“Billy,” The word is so quiet and Eddie watches Steve’s shoulders slump. Steve glances back at him and he’s silently begging Eddie but Eddie has no clue what he wants.

“Do you want me to come and get you?” Steve offered but he got a no.

 Everything was quiet as Steve took a deep breath before he started. “Alright, listen closely Max,” Steve says and Eddie takes a step back, forcing himself to let them have this conversation, let them have privacy. “Lucas is fine, Billy wasn’t able to touch him. We stopped him, Max. You and I stopped him. Billy’s not a problem anymore. He’s left you and your friends alone.” Steve murmurs into the walkie as Eddie heads upstairs. His movements are slow as he grabs the cup Steve had been using and refills it, along with another cup. His mind whirls as he pictures the kids freaking out because of Billy Hargrove. He pictures them watching as Steve went down… but Steve said that Max helped.

 Suddenly he’s got this image of Steve on the ground, barely breathing as Max beats Billy into the ground. It’s stupid and he knows he doesn’t know what actually happened, but it was traumatizing enough to give the kids nightmares. And then there was the obvious fact. Max had gotten Billy to back off of her and her friends, but Steve hadn’t been let off the hook. Billy still took his anger out on Steve and Steve kept that from Max, from all the kids. Shielding them from the sharp truth that Billy Hargrove was an asshole.

 Eddie isn’t tired enough to not wait and make sure Steve's okay. So he just stands in the kitchen. Watching time tick by until he felt okay heading back down there. Because there was no way he’d leave Steve alone after that. Not after seeing how Steve hides. After around 30 minutes he grabs the two cups and heads back down. The walkie is silent on the coffee table and Steve’s holding himself close, like if he didn’t move everything would be okay. Eddie gently sets the two cups down and sits down next to Steve. He doesn’t even look at Eddie, but it’s okay.

 He's careful as he shifts, but he stays firm. Sure, his brain isn’t completely on and he’s too exhausted to really think twice about his actions. But it doesn’t matter, he just pulls Steve so Steve’s back is against his chest and he holds him. Steve is tense for a moment before letting out a small sob. Eddie lays back against one of the pillows and Steve shifts so he’s on his side, curled around Eddie with his head on Eddie’s chest. They lay like that as Steve shakes. Eddie rubs gentle circles on his back and eventually, Steve falls asleep like that. Eddie holds him close and looks up at the ceiling of the basement. No stains, perfect just like the rest of the house. He wonders what it was like growing up here. Eddie thinks it's more of a show house than an actual home.

 ***

 When Eddie wakes up and Steve’s gone. It takes him a moment to get his brain back up and running but as he fully wakes up, he’s alone. There’s a blanket over him and Steve’s cup is gone. As if he wasn’t ever in Eddie’s arms. He rubs his eyes and heads up the stairs. Grant is awake and at the kitchen island as Steve is moving around making some coffee. His hair is freshly washed and Eddie wondered how long he’s been awake.

 “Wow, it’s before 10, and you're awake?” Grant teases and Eddie flips him off. He glances at Steve who looks content acting like nothing was amiss. That he didn’t break down last night in Eddie’s arms… he just looked like he wasn’t sure what to do around Eddie.

Eddie blinks, “okay, I can’t cook anything but breakfast foods. So,” he drawls and Grant rolls his eyes as Steve watches him. He starts pulling things out and Steve moves out of his way, looking like he wants to offer a hand.

 “Favorite breakfast food,” Eddie points at Steve, and Steve looks honestly shocked that he was asked.

He shifts and looks uncomfortable, “Er- I don’t normally eat breakfast.”

Eddie glances over, “but do you have a favorite?”

Steve shrugs half-heartedly. “I think the kids would kill me if I said anything other than waffles.” He’s got a small smile on his face and Eddie grins.

“I can work with that,” he nods and Steve helps him pull out the last few items.

 He works with Steve smoothly and Grant even makes some bacon to go with it. By the time Jeff and Gareth come down, there’s a feast fit for kings. Throughout breakfast, he keeps an eye on Steve and he looks fine for the most part. Like he’s used to being up at 4 in the morning. Like he’s used to kids calling him crying about a nightmare. Like he’s unfazed by it all even as he barely sleeps. There’s a small tension in his shoulders but somehow Eddie knows it’s because he got to see Steve break down. It makes him think about their meeting. Steve had been panicking in a closet, full-on melting down. Steve’s got his fair number of problems and Eddie might only be touching the surface of them. But he wants to keep digging.

 Eventually, they end up at the table and Steve teaches most of them (minus Grant who already knew) how to play poker. They bet with pretzels and Eddie is having fun even as he goes broke. Grant is winning and Steve isn’t too far behind him. However, around 1 his phone rings. “Excuse me,” he mumbles and leaves the room. Gareth takes the moment to look at his cards.

“Dude,” Jeff huffs but he just looks amused.

 Surprisingly, they could hear everything Steve said from the other room. “Hello--- good afternoon to you to Dustin… I’m actually busy ask Jon--- yes, with Eddie but I don’t see how- Kid, what the hell are you going on about? No- I’ve got more than just Eddie here. Why are you so focused on Ed--- I’m not- Dustin- I don’t understand what’s up… I still hang out with you every Wednesday… yes, I know that… Oh, you’re- um, kid, you’re still my favorite, I promise... Yeah, sounds like a plan, dipshit… I promise not to have too much fun without you--- Sure, dumbass, I believe you.” It goes quiet and Eddie can’t help but smile at all the care in Steve’s voice.

 As Steve enters, he’s got a small smile on his face but his eyes narrow at Gareth, “you looked at my cards didn’t you?” They all gave him their most innocent smiles which made him laugh. “Yeah okay,” he rolls his eyes and sits back down. He takes all the cards which makes Gareth groan. However, no one actually fights it, letting Steve deal it back out easily.

 “What did Dustin want?” Eddie can’t help but ask.

Steve smirks, “he and the brats wanted a ride to the arcade.”

Eddie nods and Steve pauses, tapping his fingers on the table. “Actually, Eddie did he act-”

“Like I was his biggest enemy? Like a little ball of jealousy?” He offered and Steve laughed, nodding.

 They played until both Eddie and Gareth were ‘broke’ and then Jeff moved to make up some dinner. Eddie bounced in his spot, “so movie and then smoke?” He questioned and everyone easily agreed. Steve moved to help Eddie get out all of his movies and they sat down on the carpet to go through them.

 Eddie couldn’t help but check on Steve throughout the day but now in this small bubble of peace… he felt like he could ask. “Are you alright?”

Steve looked over at him and blinked in surprise. “Uh, yeah. I’m alright, and you?” He asked softly, his body growing stiff.

Eddie tries to smile and relieve some tension, “I’m pretty good. Just concerned about you,” he says honestly. Steve doesn’t seem to take that well, his eyes refusing to meet his. “You know, it’s okay to cry. And I-”

Steve huffs, “I’m fine, Eddie. Okay, sure I- Max doesn’t-” He shakes his head like he can’t find the words.

 “I used to get really bad panic attacks when I was growing up.” Eddie blurts and Steve finally looks at him. “My mom, she died when I was a kid. Overdosed when my dad was off doing some shit. I was young and I didn’t understand why she wasn’t waking up. My old man took it out on me. I lived terrified for years until he did something stupid and got arrested for it. After that, I lived with Wayne. I was 12.” He rambles and Steve stares at him. “I was too young to understand why my dad hit me. So, I didn’t know how to tell if Wayne was going to be the same way. Everything set me off and Wayne would hold me until I could breathe again. He’d get them to, from the war. We dealt with them together,” Eddie blinks as Steve reached over and take his hand.

 He looked at Steve and held tighter. “I’ve helped a lot of people calm down after someone bullies them because I wish someone would’ve held me after my dad-” he cuts himself off. “So, if you need someone to lean on, you can lean on me.” He says, “I’d feel better if you did.”

Steve looks at him and he draws in a sharp breath, “okay. I- I promise to let you hold me next time I break down.” He smiles at Eddie and while it’s in a teasing tone, they both know it’s honest. Eddie knows Steve’s hiding with jokes and smiles, just like Eddie hides behind leather jackets and taunting words.

 They pick out a movie after that, and Steve doesn't want to talk anymore. It doesn’t hurt Eddie but he hopes it’s enough. They end up deciding to bring the TV down in the basement. He helps Steve haul it down and it's awkward but they make it work. Gareth starts setting it up, stating that he's great at this kind of shit. They all watch him as Jeff brings down dinner and they have dinner down there. Jeff had made Avocado cucumber rolls that reminded Eddie of egg rolls. He didn't complain about the vegetables not when Steve was actually eating. Instead he forced it down and hated that it didn't taste bad. 

 Once their done eating, Gareth had it hooked up and they put on Slumber Party Massacre because Eddie thought it would be funny. While Steve didn't look super happy with the choice he didn't argue. Plus it was his movie, so Eddie knew he at least had seen it. Eddie rolls a joint and sits down next to Steve. lighting it up. They all pass them around until their all a little high. Steve is surprisingly a lightweight. He leans against Eddie as they trade back and forth. “You don’t smoke much?” Grant asks and Steve blinks like he’s trying to focus.

He shakes his head, “Tommy didn’t like me to do it often.” He murmurs and Eddie’s eyes narrow as Steve snuggles a little closer to Eddie.

“Why not?” Gareth asks and Steve hums, taking a hit before passing it.

He shrugs, “He only ever wanted to when it was just him, Carol, and me. I get super clingy and they said it’s better if I didn’t smoke at parties.”

 Steve stands and grabs a soda from the small stack they made but he doesn’t come back to sit next to Eddie. Instead, he drops down in Jeff’s space. Jeff blinks but doesn’t say anything as Steve gets comfortable wrapped around him. Eddie can’t help the flip in his chest, wishing Steve would do that to him. Before he realized they did just this morning. “Okay?” Steve questions, ever the gentleman even high.

Jeff wraps one of his arms around Steve who grins at the touch. “Yeah, this is fine.” Steve takes a sip of the soda, making a noise in the back of his throat like a pleased cat.

 Gareth is snickering but no one says anything to make Steve feel uncomfortable and take his movements back. It was getting late but they all stayed right there, on the couches, relaxing easily. Steve had brought down blankets earlier and it felt like a slumber party. A slumber party for seniors who were high out of their minds. Eddie glanced over at Steve and tried not to let this little green monster out as Steve sits on Jeff’s lap sideways, curled into his arms with a tired smile on his face. No, Eddie couldn’t be jealous, not when Steve actually looked happy and was the one to reach out first.

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Hidden Away - Chapter 13

pairing/AU: Javier Peña x female!reader

summary: When the DEU fails to catch Escobar you are sent to Bogotá to help the team.

warnings: I don't understand this so just gonna say mature content, 18+

word count: 3400+

Chapter 13

The days passed and you continued with the weight of the child's death on your shoulders, making the sleepless nights longer, more tiring. The night of dinner at Steve's house had come and gone, with you saying goodbye as soon as the meal ended, heading towards your house in hopes of being able to relax, without having Connie always looking at you with concern. She didn't mean it, but it only made your situation worse, your anxiety and your fear of reliving all those moments again. When you left Peña followed you, also saying goodbye to his friends.

“I don't need a babysitter. I'm just going down stairs to my apartment.”, you said in a tired tone.

“And I'm doing the same. To my apartment.”, he made sure to pint it out, so you wouldn’t be able to say anything. “But my invitation from the other day still stands. If you need to talk to someone or company just knock on my door.”

“And I said right away that I didn't need your help and that I was afraid of interrupting your nocturnal activities if I went there. I can spend the nights alone but not don’t.”

“Actually I have been spending my nights by myself as well.”, he said looking you in the eyes when you reached your landing.

“Is your salary over yet? Can't you pay for them anymore? I think you can get some for free at the bar around the corner .”

“It's not because… forget it. Good night and see you tomorrow.”, he ended up saying entering his house.

“Goodnight.”, you replied seeing him already with his back to you opening his door. You raised your eyebrows in admiration at such a sudden end to the conversation and walked into your apartment. You sat on the edge of your bed taking off your shoes. Does he really think he fools me? I continue to hear moans every night. Been fucking lonely, yeah, right, you thought to yourself. You went to take a shower and, after getting dressed, you went back to the bathroom to brush your teeth. And then you started hearing someone moaning again. But you knew he was alone. Unless someone came in while you were showering and you didn’t heard the door. Or... Ohhhh... He was alone. Only now did you realize that, contrary to what happened before, you only heard a voice, a sole tone moaning with pleasure. Not just today but in the last few days as well. He has been alone, after all. Masturbating. Seeking his pleasure by fucking his hand and not just another hole. And for the first time in a long time, you let the sound of his moans affect you. Which one would he be thinking of? Would it be the same every night? How would it feel to have his full length in your hand? What the hell? That’s just what I needed., you said very quickly to yourself, feeling the pulsing inside your panties. You finished brushing your teeth, rinsed your mouth with water and went back to the living room, sitting on the sofa, with your legs tight over each other and your book in your hand. You wouldn't start to gain hope that he might actually be changing just because he spent a few nights alone. Most likely, he would revert to his old ways soon enough.

You were already at your desk when Javi arrived.

“Good morning Y/N.”, he began.

“Good morning Peña.”, you replied without looking up from what you were doing.

“Are you here by yourself?”

“No, Steve just went to get some documents to confirm some dates.”

“Too bad, I thought he would have to swallow his tongue again because I got here before him.”

“Well, that is not going to happen. He arrived at 8:00 sharp.”

“And you were already here?”

“Since 6:30 am. I wanted to come to work so much that I woke up earlier just to get here as fast as I could.”

“Did you wake up earlier, huh? Did you even fall asleep?” You took a deep breath and closed your eyes, stopping your work for the first time.

“And what do you have to do with that? I'm always here aren't I? I do my job properly, don't I?”

“Yes, but that doesn’t mean you’re doing well.”

“Don't worry about my sleep routines affecting you. And by the way, I'm going to go grab a cup of coffee.”, you tried to finish while getting up.

“But they affect you and I worry about you.”, he said, making you stop next to your chair that you were pushing under your desk.

“Of course you do.”, you said condescendingly. “Do you want me to get you something from the cafeteria since I’m going there?”, you asked without noticing that Steve was approaching you from behind, placing a hand on the small of your back to talk to the two of you over your shoulder. You quickly pulled away from him, taking his hand off you.

“Is everything okay?”, Steve asked.

“Sure, sorry. I wasn't expecting you to arrive so quickly. I’ll be right back.”

“See you soon.”, Steve replied, Javi looking at you as you walked away.

“What happened?”, Peña asked Murphy.

"I don't know. I touched her small back and she got scared.”

“Really?”, Javi asked again while remembering all the times you had done the same to him.

“She must still be stressed about what happened two weeks ago. It was an innocent touch.”

“Yeah, that must be it. She's been more anxious lately.”, he replied knowing that wasn't the reason. He still didn't know the why you had those reactions, but he knew that they were already happening before your last operation. Since that day, Peña had been trying to find out how the children of Medellin had access to the guns, the walkies they used to alert Escobar's men, and he wasn't at all surprised when a name started popping up repeatedly; La Quica. He used to walk the streets of the commune, with money in one hand and a gun in the other for anyone who wanted to help the “saint” Escobar on his quest to save the city from corruption and poverty. It was him who had shot you, and he was now also the one to blame for your suffering. Javi had to figure out how to get to him, how to make him suffer and how to make him talk, if that was possible.

Two more sleepless nights, tossing and turning in bed after you managed to fall asleep for a few hours. But tonight was even worse. You couldn't even close your eyes, giving up trying and getting out of bed almost 2 hours after you layed down. You hadn't even had dinner in order to go to bed as early as possible, tiredness weighing on you more and more, but it was of no use. It was only 11 pm and it already felt like the middle of the night, with all the laps you had done on top of your sheets. You opened the living room window and went to the kitchen to fill a glass of water, which you drank in one gulp, filling it again immediately. Nothing worked and you began to feel the desperation caused by the lack of rest rising through your body, leaving you tense and even more anxious. You fell onto the sofa with your legs apart and your elbows resting on your knees, head down between your arms and your glass in your hand. And suddenly you looked at the wall in front of you, thinking about what Peña was doing. You didn't want to admit it but the last night you were able to rest was the one when he walked into your apartment and hugged you against him, the heat of his body and the coming and going of his chest over his breathing making you relax. You looked at the door of your house, and letting out a desperate sigh, you got up, took your keys and went knocking on your neighbor's door.

Javi was sitting on his couch, wearing nothing but his boxers, reading some documents he had brought home from the office while smoking his usual cigarette, when he heard a knock at the door. Grumbling to himself, he got up and looked through the pip hole, seeing you on the other side. He opened the door and then asked "Is everything okay?"

“Is you offer still standing?”

"Which one? I've offered you a lot of things already.”, he replied with a mocking smile.

“Okay, let it be.”, you said as you turned back to your apartment.

"Wait. I was kidding. You can come in."

“Thank you.”, you replied with your head down, entering the space he left between you and the edge of the door. He closed it and walked over to you.

“So, you weren't afraid to 'find me between someone's legs'?”, he asked, reminding you of what you had said to him a few weeks ago.

“No, I already heard you moaning today.” Javi's eyes widened.

“And you think that because you heard me once, I won't do it again later?”, he asked half offended, half curious with the sincerity with which you spoke, almost without interest.

"Lately it's only been once a night."

“Do you pay so much attention to what I do in my house? Do you like to hear me moan that much?”, he asked bringing his face closer to yours. And once again your cunt began to throb between your legs. Even standing up, you crossed your legs over each other, leaning on just one foot. This did not go unnoticed by Peña, who smiled to himself.

“It's not my fault that this wall is so thin and that you don't try to control the volume with which you come.”, you said trying to forget what you were feeling. "And by the way, don't you have any pants you could wear?"

“Why, don't you like what you see?”, he continued, seeing you roaming his torso with your eyes, running your tongue over your lower lip, which was still dry.

"Seriously? I've seen you completely naked and I've already complimented you on based on what I saw, but that doesn't mean I want to have to look at that abnormally large bump while I'm here. Seriously, have you ever killed anyone with that?”, you asked, nodding between his legs. “It looks more like a weapon of mass destruction.” Javier couldn't contain himself and started laughing, making you laugh too for the first time in a long time.

“Never had any complaints.”

"But you don't know if any of them died on their way home from internal bleeding."

“If that happened, I never received any invitation to their funerals.”, Peña said , still laughing at the simple way in which you spoke of something like sex, a taboo subject even in a town where you could pay for it so easily.

“Too bad, funerals are known to be a good hunting ground. You would walk out of there with one under each arm.” You waved you arm towards Peña's room and continued. “But just go in there and put something on. Go."

“If that makes you feel better.”, he ended up saying as he went to his room. He walked back into the living room in tracksuit pants and with his arms outstretched.

“Is it better this way?” he asked, turning around.

“Yes, it is. Now I only get distracted by the top part. One thing at a time when I'm tired.”, you continued with a joke that was hiding too much truth. You were looking around, trying to understand your surroundings and how his apartment was packed. The two other times you had been there you didn't have the ability to do it. You saw the papers he had on the table.

“Should you have this at home?”

"Don’t worry. Tomorrow they'll be in the office again.”, he replied while picking them up and trying to hide them inside a drawer of the closet where he had his television.

"I didn't imagine you as one of those who bring work home."

“And I'm not, but this case is special.”, he reciprocated remembering how much he wanted to catch La Quica.

“What's the case? Maybe I can help. I didn't know we had something going on."

“This one is personal. But did you come here to talk about work?”

“No, quite the contrary. I couldn't sleep...”

“Again.” he interrupted.

“Yes, again, and I thought about what you said about coming here if I needed anything.” Javi gave you a big smile when he realized you went there to look for his company. “What do you usually do at night?”, you continued.

“I think you already know the answer.”, he said laughing.

"Yes. But it doesn't last all night."

“Hmmmm. It depends on the company."

"OK. And when the company is busted after the first fuck?” Peña laughed again.

“Then I send her away and watch TV, or whatever movie I have around the house.”

“Um, what kinds of movies do you have out there? That are not pornographic.”

“It reduces the possibilities. But let me see. What do you like?”

“Something to help me sleep.”

“Okay, I have something perfect here then.”, he kept looking until he found the movie he had in mind. "Here it is."

"What? Do you have Dead Poets Society?”, you asked incredulously.

“Is it really that weird?”

"I don't know, I thought you only watched Rambo or Terminator."

“And I have those too if you want to watch them but you said you wanted something to help you fall asleep.”

"Wait a minute. Is Dead Poets Society a bedtime movie for you?”

“Hey, don't be offended. I've seen him so many times that every now and then I fall asleep watching it. And I thought it could help you.”

“Hmm, I never imagined you falling asleep with that movie as background.”

"Well, it seems you don't know me as well as you thought."

“Looks like it.”

“And you think about what I do to fall asleep?”

“And there he is again.”

“I'm just messing with you. Sit down on the couch while I put the movie on rewind. Do you want something to drink?”

"A glass of water?"

“Of course, I'll be right back.”, he ended up saying as he headed to the kitchen.

You sat down on the sofa, with your legs stretched out and your feet on top of each other. Good thing today my pajamas have shorts., you thought to yourself with a shiver running down your spine. He came back, handed you the glass of water, put his beer down on the small table in front of the couch and went to press play on the movie before sitting down.

“You are so far away. Are you afraid of me?”, he asked when he saw you leaning against the arm of the sofa.

"I don't but I don't want you to think I'm going to hit on you just because we're watching a movie together."

“Don't be stupid.”

“Hey.”, you said, not liking the word.

“Yes, don't be stupid. You think I can't watch a movie with a woman without jumping on her?”

“Can you?”

“For that I don't need a movie. You are a colleague in need of help at resting. And I'm here to help. Come over here closer to me.”

With great difficulty you realized that he was right and dragged your ass across the couch until you were closer to him, leaving a small space between you.

“Was it really that hard?”, Peña asked with the corners of her lips raised.

“Let’s watch the movie.”

As the film progressed you realized that sleep was still not coming and you started to get nervous.

“Are you okay?”, Peña asked when he saw you running your palms over your legs.

“This isn't working.”

“Calm down, at least you're watching a great movie with an even better company.”, he replied with a wink. “Would you like some hot milk?”

"I don’t drink milk." Javi looked at you sideways. “I am lactose intolerant. I only drink milk when I want to kick someone out of my house.”, you said a little more quickly.

“Okay, I don't want to have to leave my own house. But then I don't have anything hot for you to drink to snuggle with.”

“Do you happen to have any tea?”

"Tea? Am I the Queen of England?”

“I'm not either and I drink tea.”, you said again with the nerves in your voice. “But just forget it. Let's continue watching the movie.”

Javi looked at you for a bit, the weariness on your face, and finally spoke. “I have an idea but I don't know if you'll like it.”

“Say it, I'll accept anything.”, you said dropping your head on your arm that was on the back of the sofa.

"Are you sure?"

“Tell me what it is.”

“Why don't you lean against me?” he asked in a lower tone.

“What?”, you replied almost screaming.

“Hey, it doesn't take all that. It was just an idea.”

“What a hell of an idea.”

"Why? My body is hot, and it seemed to work when I was at your apartment. You managed to fall asleep leaning against me.”, he said, avoiding talking about the fact that he was also hugging you.

“Damn you.”, you said after listening to him, knowing that what he said was true. You thought about it yourself before you went knocking on his door.

“Come closer, very close.”, he said between laughs as he raised his arm for you to lean against him.

"Lower your arm, I don't need you to snuggle me."

“Okay, I’m just going to put it on the back of the sofa, so you can get closer to my body.”

“Okay.”, you ended up saying reluctantly.

He put his arm on the couch and you leaned against him, touching his bare torso with your arm, immediately feeling the heat that emanated from his body and the cold of another shiver running down your back. His dark skin was soft, smooth to the touch and warm even with the beads of sweat that covered it. He looked down to see you moving closer to him, letting yourself lean against him. He felt your skin on his and closed his eyes to try to smell your perfume. Soon the scent of vanilla reached him and a smile spread across his lips. He liked having you this close, smelling you, even though he knew nothing would happen between you. For the first time he craved a woman's touch without having sex in mind. He liked the way you fit against his side, the way you smelled in his nose, the softness of your skin against his. As time went by, your proximity worked and you began to let your head fall as a sign of sleep. It was only then that he let his arm fall around you, pulling you even closer to him. Under the effect of sleep, you shook your head and, lifting your chin, you stuck it between his neck and shoulder. He could feel your lips on him, your soft breath brushing his skin, the hand you'd just placed on his chest, open-handed, your fingers moving without you noticing. He brought his nose close to your hair and took a deep breath before getting on his feet and picking you up, looking for your keys to take you back to your room. After lying you down on your bed he left your apartment in silence and entered his own, becoming more and more aware of the throbbing pain in his cock. He palmed himself to calm down a bit as he went to his own bed, already thinking of relieving the pressure between his legs but when he got there and closed his eyes to imagine you massaging his hard penis, he could only remember your calm face leaning against him, the soft sounds you made when you breathed into his neck, and he gave that up, not wanting to let those images be linked to another short moment of pleasure. He tried to relieve himself a little more with the palm of his hand and ended up lying on his side, remembering you next to him.

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