#why do i feel guilty after meals and snacks

[yan-lorkai]

hello! your requests are open, so here i am! could i request the dateables noticing that mc hates demon food? like complete refusal to eat it, even starving themselves if there is no option for human food. if you dont want to do the group it can just be barbatos :3

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ A/N: Honestly Devildom food really can be something else ತ⁠_⁠ತ, though I can understand Mc since I would also hesitate to eat anything that seemed strange. How would I even know that the dishes weren't poisonous to humans? Regardless I hope you enjoy!

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Characters: Simeon, Barbatos, Solomon, Thirteen & Diavolo

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Warnings: Yandere content, forced feeding, that's all.

Simeon understands your struggle with eating Devildom's food since everything is so different from what you are used to, but the angel understands that you need to adapt since you will be spending a long time down here. Simeon is not at Barbatos' level but he prepares varied snacks and meals hoping you'll find something you like; the result however is always the same. You hate it and he doesn't have the heart to force you to eat it, even for him the demons' food is extremely strange and has a peculiar taste.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Lying is wrong, but if you don't eat anything you will get sick. So Simeon lies about the ingredients that Diavolo supposedly sent to you and uses his angelic magic to disguise the taste, the texture, the smell and to change the appearance of the dish. If you discover his little lie, he will feel guilty and apologize, and he will be sincere about his intentions. He doesn't like lying to you after all but he's not gonna let you starve yourself, he will hold you in his lap and spoonfed you if necessary.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Barbatos imagined that something like this could happen, after all demonic cuisine is completely different and he can understand why you would be uncomfortable trying something so strange. There are dishes that genuinely don't look good but taste good but you vehemently refuse to try any dish that isn't human. But his knowledge about food is extensive, drinks, foods and fruits, he is sure he can create the perfect dish that suits your taste buds.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ However, starving yourself is not possible in front of him. If necessary, he will shove food into your mouth and hold your limbs while you struggle, and you will eat everything until there is no grain left. He can be an attentive butler when he needs to be, but if you continue to act like a child and refuse to eat he will think of more extreme measures to get you to eat.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Well... You are insistent on eating human food, but I think that after you taste Solomon's dishes you will be able to eat Devildom's dishes without any problems. Or, you can persist through the horrors and continue eating the food of your fellow human, whose appearance always looks like the food is going to jump off the plate and choke you to death. But well, it's human food like you wanted.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Solomon understands your reluctance to try Devildom's food since it looks strange, but he convinces you little by little to eat it so you don't get sick. And as a human, you trust him (bad idea, really, you shouldn't trust someone who doesn't know how to cook). While he gets you used to Devildom food, Solomon still happily cooks for you, even packing lunches for you and inviting you on kitchen dates to spend time together - the brothers and the dateables reaction is like this btw: (⁠╬⁠☉⁠д⁠⊙⁠)⁠⊰

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ At least there are instant noodles, apples and pancakes in Devildom, so you can possibly survive on that.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Thirteen is a reaper, but reapers and demons share similarities in many things, especially food. It might be a little weird at first, but Thirteen likes it and she shares her food with you, piling food on your plate until it looks like a mountain and she watches you push and turn the vegetables and meat around. Humans are funny, why don't you just ignore the taste and texture and eat? You know that if you don't eat you can get sick and die, would this be your way of telling her that you want her to harvest your soul early? Oh my, are you courting her?

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Thirteen goes to the human world often to collect souls so while she is there she can bring you snacks and food that you like, however this all comes at a price. Sometimes it's easy things like spending time with her or helping her build her traps, but she tends to escalate her requirements with each trip made to the human world.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Diavolo, bless his heart, was too excited about the exchange program stuff and ended up forgetting about that little aspect. He's never tasted human food and you've never tasted demon food, so it's only fair that he invites you to a little feast where you can taste each other's worldly food. He's having the time of his life, listening to you talk about the human world and the place you live, but you're not having as much fun. Who the hell eats Quetzalcoatl Brain? What even is Quetzalcoatl brain?

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ It's important for you to note that although he has the power to bring human food here and he wants to do that, Diavolo won't. You will get used to this new cuisine whether you want to or not, isn't it customary to eat different foods when visiting different countries? You're just being silly in his opinion. Do you want to go hungry? May you go hungry then, it's his exchange program and he chose you to be part of it, your little aversion won't be a problem. In the end of the day, Diavolo could very well just use his magic to make you eat.

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[danikamariewrites]

Hey can you pls write a rhysand and Azriel poly ddlg relationship where reasder is being really clingy with both Azriel and Rhysand like she literally crys when one of them isn’t around her or touching in some way like she’s being really needdy and she will literally sit on rhysand lap while he works and she likes be as close to them as possible

Mine, Mine, Mine

Rhsyriel x reader

A/n: sorry the Az stuff is so short I didn’t want it to get repetitive with the Az stuff I’ve already written

Warnings: poly relationship, ddlg, daddy kink

You are super clingy with your mates. You can’t stand being away away from them you just love them so damn much

You’re also very possibly of them and demand their attention at all times

They love the attention from you and they love treating you like the princess you are

When you’re with both of them you can’t help but stare at Rhys and Azriel with heart eyes

“I have to be in the middle all the time, come here.” You say, sitting on the couch holding your arms out for them to lay on your chest. And how could they deny their precious princess

They love when you sit on their laps when they work

Obviously you switch between the two depending on who needs you most

Since Rhys works the most at home you end up with him but when Az has to do reports you sit with him

Little things you do to show them affection are holding their hands, small kisses on their cheeks, hugs from behind, and sometimes you give them little bites bc you just can’t help yourself

You used to get a little overwhelmed when they were both home

You would feel guilty if you were with one and not the other because you didn’t want them to feel neglected

Rhys and Azriel came up with a schedule after you cried one time because you didn’t want to say no to either of them. You had brought both of them lunch in the offices and each had asked you to stay with them. They both missed you so much and just wanted to hold you

You had a breakdown in the hall between their offices

Rhys and Az noticed you silently crying trying to make your decision. They rush out to comfort you. “Darling why are you crying?” Azriel wipes your tears as you explain, “because, I don’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings and you both want me to sit with you and I don’t know what to do.” “Oh princess, why didn’t you say something earlier?” You sniffled, looking up at your mates. “I’m sorry daddy. I promise I’ll speak up next time.”

At meals you rest your legs on Rhys and he rubs a hand up and down your thigh while resting your head Azriel’s shoulder

When they’re extra busy and you have to entertain yourself you get a major attitude

“Sorry darling, but we have a lot of work to do today. Why don’t you go shopping or something.” Rhys suggested with semi-convincing smile. You felt your eye twitch. “Sorry daddy I don’t think I heard you correctly. Shopping or something?” Azriel swooped in at the last second to stop the blow up and tears. He held your hips pulling you to his chest. “It’s ok princess. How about you sit with me for a while and we can let Rhysie work. Then when we have our meeting you can do your own thing, ok?” You figured that was fair and realized Rhys needed his space for a bit

When both of them have to go away you cry for a few hours

After your little hot girl cry over your daddies leaving you demand Cassian entertain you until they return

When Rhys is away Az delegates all work to his very capable spies so he can spend more time with you

Your favorite thing to do with Az is snuggle while he reads to you

His voice is just so perfect and calming, you could just fall asleep while he reads

Azriel lays out your favorite snacks and depending on the season he’ll have your favorite juice or bottomless hot cocoa with aaaalllllll the marshmallows he can find for you

When Az is away Rhys does his best to make sure your day is filled with fun activities so you don’t think about missing Azriel too much

Rhys’ activity for you was a day out that he liked to call daddy-darling days where he takes you out for lunch, do some shopping, and see a show at the theatre

When the missing half comes home you always come running at them when they walk through the door, jumping into his arms as you scream, “You are never ever leaving me again! I missed you daddy!”

Having them both back within reach made you unbelievably happy

They take you out to dinner as a lil treat and cuddle you extra tight at night

#acotar #acotar fanfiction #acotar reader fic #acotar reader imagine #acotar imagine #azriel x reader #azriel acotar #azriel shadowsinger #azriel x you #azriel fic #azriel fluff #azriel imagine #azriel fanfic #acotar azriel #rhysand fanfic #rhysand headcanon #azriel headcanons #acotar rhysand #rhysand x reader #rhysand acotar #rhysand imagine #rhysand

[ptersparkers]

good for him

summary: aaron loves you. he hopes his son loves you as much as he does.

notes: hello!!!! so i’ve been on an aaron hotchner kick lately and wrote this bc i love him so much. also like i hate kids but i would die for aaron and jack. bye.

warnings: twinge of angst and canon criminal minds mentions.

(here’s a quick lil fic for yall...pls tell me what you think!)

Aaron knows you’re good for him.

He likes to think he knows you like the back of his hand. Aaron thanks his lucky stars for the night the two of you met, when Spencer had brought you to a dinner at Rossi’s, and that you had found him more interesting than the pasta on your plate.

You seemed to be the only person in the world who could read his mind. Aaron felt so lucky to be with someone who was as patient and passionate as you were, going so far as to accommodate your schedule to his traveling one. He knows how hard it is to keep a relationship afloat when he’s always away for work. Aaron understands that he can’t ask anyone to feel sorry for him or stick around because he asked.

But you do.

You pick up the pieces when Aaron leaves and you don’t make him feel guilty for leaving you in Virginia while he’s away on a case. You’re more than happy to listen to him when he has a particularly bad day. You’re even more delighted when he calls you out of the blue to talk when everyone has dispersed for the night. Aaron loves that you text him throughout the day. He loves that you think of him often and he wishes he could let you know that he thinks about you just as much.

Aaron kept your relationship from Jack for a while so as to not overwhelm him. He didn’t know what he was doing–he didn’t have much practice dating as a single father and although you were aware that he had Jack, Aaron wasn’t sure how Jack would react to meeting you. Haley had been gone for some time now, and Jack was just starting to confront his grief.

As your relationship grew more serious, Aaron knew you’d have to meet Jack sooner rather than later.

He asks Jack one afternoon if he’d like to have a picnic at the local park on the following Sunday morning. Jack obliges, happy with the idea of an open space to run and spending time with his father. Aaron lets you know when and where to meet him, and he tries not to let anxiety overtake him.

Aaron knows that if Jack doesn’t like you, the relationship might not last. He made a vow to himself to put Jack above any woman he dated and that it was important for the both of you to get along. Aaron owes that to his son and desperately hopes it goes well. Jack doesn’t know why his father’s grip on his hand is tighter than usual, but he doesn’t say anything.

You’re sitting on a picnic blanket underneath a tree, shielding yourself from the warm sun when you see Aaron. You flag him down and notice Jack first, who slows his pace upon realizing that he’s about to meet a stranger.

Aaron watches when you wave at him and introduce yourself as a friend of his. At the same time,  Aaron and Jack notice that you’ve brought out containers filled with Jack’s favorite snacks and he abandons his post behind his father’s side to discover what you’ve packed.

Jack’s too busy munching on his favorite sandwich when Aaron looks at you. He’s touched that you remembered all of Jack’s favorite meals and even more touched that you seem to care for Jack the way he does. Jack relents after eating three small sandwiches and pretzels, and he’s so full of energy that he begins to run around you. Aaron nearly tells Jack to settle down to get to know you first, but he watches as you stand from your spot and chase Jack around the tree.

The small child grows tired after a few minutes of running and sits beside Aaron with his elbow leaning against his father’s thigh. You sit opposite of the two and Jack begins to ask you questions you assume are important to children. Where are you from? How did you and Aaron meet? What is your favorite color? Do you like pizza or pasta better?

You laugh and take your time answering his questions until Jack grows tired from the warm weather. Aaron promises to call you after he’s put Jack down for a nap and you part ways.  

It’s almost comical to Aaron how well you fit into his life. He’s relieved Jessica of babysitting duties if you have the time or volunteer. You’ve bonded well with her and Jessica’s approval of you sends Aaron’s heart into a frenzy. He loves receiving photos of you and Jack when you’ve picked him up from school. He loves when you text him photos of Jack fast asleep. He loves it when the both of you are cuddled in the living room.

Aaron loves you, he thinks.

It comes at him fast. He doesn’t know when he realizes it but knows that you’re the one for him. Aaron can’t explain his feelings for you in a way that would make sense to anybody else. All he knows is that he’s grateful for you.

However, one thing Aaron thinks he needs to work through is talking about Haley to you.

You know who she is. Aaron has always been honest about what occurred with Jack’s mom, but there never seemed to be a conversation surrounding Haley beyond that. Aaron still has photos of her with Jack framed in his home and he’s happy that you haven’t asked him to take them down. Aaron knows that you have a deep understanding of his feelings and the role Haley played in his life, but he still feels guilty knowing that you look at photos of his ex-wife when you enter his house.

Aaron’s away on a case with a victim that eerily reminds him of Haley. He can’t help but mourn her death throughout the duration of the case and his fellow coworkers share the same sorrow. When Aaron’s on the plane ride home, his mind wanders to you and Haley, and he knows he needs to talk to you about what might happen if Jack brings her up in front of you.

In the few months you’ve gotten to know Jack, he hasn’t said anything about Haley. Aaron’s found it difficult to get Jack to open up about his feelings regarding his mother’s death and he doesn’t want to pry. Aaron’s been so busy that he keeps forgetting to strike that conversation off of his list but he also does not want to overwhelm you by the thought of having to live up to an impossible standard.

Aaron doesn’t want to make you feel like you have to be Haley in order for you to love him. He’s worried that you might.

The plane lands well after the sun has set and all Aaron wants to do is go home and see his son. He knows you’ve been watching him for the past few days and isn’t surprised to see the living room lights turned on with the television playing. Aaron quietly walks into the house through the garage door and is about to greet the both of you when he hears Jack speak.

“Y/N, do you think my mom misses me?”

Aaron’s anxiety rises when he hears Jack ask you that question. He’s standing around the corner and sees that you and Jack are on the couch, the movie you’ve been watching turned low and Jack leaning in between your arms as he plays with his fingers.

He’s nervous with how you’ll respond. It isn’t that he’s afraid you’ll disrespect Haley. He knows you wouldn’t. But Aaron’s nervous at your response. What would you say? Aaron’s guilt for not having talked about this conversation occurring eats him alive as he looks at the two of you.

He contemplates on whether or not to interrupt and announce that he’s home. Aaron stops, however, when you start to speak.

“I think your mom misses you so much,” you say to him as he looks up at you. “I bet she’s really proud of you, Jack.”

“You think so?” Jack asks quietly.

“How could she not be?” you reply. Aaron watches as Jack turns to look at you with wide eyes. “You’re the best, Jack. You are so kind and thoughtful, and you always make sure to include everyone so they don’t feel left out. Your mom is so proud of you, Jack.”

Jack lets your words sink in.

You speak to fill the silence. “She was such a good mom, wasn’t she?”

“The best,” Jack confirms without missing a beat.

“Tell me about her,” you beckon. “What did you love about her?”

Jack rambles for what feels like hours about Haley. Aaron’s temporarily taken back to all of his memories with his late wife and feels like he shouldn’t be yearning to hold Haley again; he wants nothing more than to apologize to her for being a terrible husband and for putting her in a situation that she couldn’t escape from. Aaron knows his love for Haley isn’t like his love for you, yet the twinge in his heart makes him feel like he’s betraying you.

Aaron watches as Jack moves away from your lap to show you a photo of Haley. You smile at the picture and adore how much younger Jack looks in his mother’s arms. Jack looks proud when you lament the similarities between them and Aaron witnesses as Jack fondly looks at Haley before he looks at you.

“She was awesome,” Jack says in a proud voice. “I miss her a lot.”

“She’s looking out for you, you know. Your mom may not be here all the time, but she’ll always be here,” you say, pointing at his head, “and here,” you repeat, pointing at his heart.

“I think she would have liked you,” Jack admits. Aaron’s eyes grow bright.

“I bet I would’ve loved her,” you say, tapping the tip of Jack’s nose.

“Thank you for letting me talk about my mom,” Jack says quietly. “I-I miss her a lot and I try not to cry, but it’s hard.”

“It’s okay to cry,” you coo, holding Jack’s face in your hands when you notice tears in the corner of his eyes. You wipe them away with your thumb as they roll down his cheeks and Jack nods, leaning into the comfort of your warm hands.

Aaron’s heart melts. Jack moves your hands from his face and crawls back into your lap with his head buried in your neck and his arms around you.

Aaron decides that he can’t stay hidden for any longer. He opens and closes the door as if he just arrived home and watches as Jack looks up from your lap. Aaron welcomes him into his arms and sinks to his level, allowing the young Hotchner to tackle him in a bone crushing hug. It’s moments like these that make Aaron feel like life is worth living; his son is safe at home and the love of his life is standing right in front of him.

“How about we go to bed, yeah? It’s getting late. We can hang out tomorrow,” Aaron suggests. Jack agrees and yawns, which tugs on Aaron’s heartstrings in all the right ways.

After Aaron emerges from Jack’s room, he makes his way to where you stand in the kitchen and engulfs you in an embrace. He holds you tightly, his chin resting atop the crown of your head.

“Tough case?” you ask.

“The toughest,” is all Aaron offers.

“I’m sorry,” you lament. “I wish I could make you feel better.”

“Seeing you with Jack cases like these, worth it,” Aaron admits. There’s a quiet silence for a brief pause. “I’ve been having a hard time getting Jack to open up about Haley.”

“He just needs some time and grace. I can’t imagine how hard it must be to see someone who isn’t your mom date your father.”

“He loves you,” Aaron affirms. “Told me so before I left.”

“Oh, did he?” you ask with your eyebrow raised. You’ve pulled apart from Aaron just enough to look him in the eye but close enough to smell his cologne. Aaron bends to press his lips against yours in a kiss.

“I’m sorry for not warning you about Haley—”

“Hey,” you interrupt. “You don’t have to apologize, Aaron. I knew what Haley meant to you.”

“I never mean to make you feel uncomfortable when I walk about her,” Aaron says.

“Haley was the love of your life and she was taken from you,” you reassure. “You can love and mourn her, honey. She was the mother of your child.”

“But I feel like I'm disrespecting our relationship,” Aaron admits. “I’m not the best at sorting out my feelings but it eats me alive whenever I think about how you might compare yourself to her.”

You shake your head. “You and Jack have every right to miss her, honey. No amount of time will ever fix that.” Aaron kisses you again. “I’d never ask you to stop talking about her for my sake. I trust you. I know you love me, Aaron.”

“I never want you to forget that I do,” Aaron says quietly.

You hum in satisfaction and remain in his arms for a few silent moments before you both decide to head to bed. As you lay on Aaron’s chest and fiddle with the blanket above you, he knows what love is supposed to look like. His guilt and worries melt away when you trace his chest with your fingertip and he sleeps soundly.

Aaron knows you’re good for him. He believes it.

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[gingerjolover]

prompt: any of the boys take care of reader after noticing she has disordered eating habits

Trigger warning: disordered eating habits and eating disorder talk, nothing too graphic (your girl is emetophobic lol)

As someone who has had and recovered from an ED, if you need any support or resources please feel free to reach out and if this will trigger you, please skip!!

since I have a lack of Phoebe content I will be writing her first, BUT i do plan to do this prompt with all the boys.

Phoebe:

I'm imagining a scenario where Phoebe keeps pretty good tabs on you, like always checking in and making sure you're okay and taking care of yourself, especially when she's touring and just not around as much. And this isn't because she thinks you're incapable, but she strikes me as the type of partner/lover who wants to be very involved, especially when she's not physically around.

The why isn't so much important as the what. Because she's not around and the boy's busy touring schedule, you've been able to dodge situations where she might've picked up on the fact that you were skipping meals and meticulously tracking what goes into your body, if anything substantial at all. It isn't until she comes home, and she doesn't really notice the first day because you spend most of the day in bed and you narrowly avoid your first mealtime together by blaming eating a big lunch before you picked her up from the airport.

But she knows something is up the next morning when she wakes up early (on purpose) to surprise you with your favorite baked good and presents it to you in bed. You offer to walk Maxine first, saying you missed the pup and walking with your girlfriend, which Phoebe believes, but there's something gnawing at her gut because you left the pastry on your nightstand, not even sparing it a second glance.

You'd both be walking Maxine, hand in hand, when Phoebe tells you one of the few times Julien fell hard on stage, and you laugh a little too hard that you get lightheaded. Phoebe is immediately on high alert and may be coming off a little aggressive in her questioning, "No seriously babe, don't say you're fine, you chuckled and almost fucking passed out," and you immediately close in on yourself, wanting to hide but she keeps pushing and pushing until the dam bursts. You're literally in the front yard when you just spill how you haven't been eating, and she's instantly riddled with guilt, scooping you up and rubbing your back. "Baby, hey... I need you to talk to me... you know I love you, I want the best for you, what's going on?" just so supportive and soft and sweet with you, the side of her you don't see super often since she's so nonchalant and chill normally. She doesn't immediately force you into a program or into a big meal; she does convince you to get checked out at urgent care, where they give you resources and fluids before she finds a safe snack for you to slowly reintroduce.

When you get home she lets you talk it out, letting you rest your head on her chest, her fingers massaging your scalp and back. She feels guilty for being so aggressive, knowing you're a bit ashamed of your recent habits. She does her best to console you without reinforcing any of your behavior, "I know you're struggling baby, I do. I'm sorry I couldn't be there for you, but I'm here now, and I'll always be here, even when I'm not physically home," and "You're stuck with me forever, I need you healthy babe," trying to make light of the situation. She's googling the best way to support you when you eventually fall asleep on her chest; Maxine snuggled with the two of you on the couch.

She tries not to be overbearing as you slowly work out of your habits. she'll be on the road again, you'll be at work getting a random series of texts along the lines of "good morning my dude," "make sure you eat today," "love you so much," and then when you don't answer her texts she'll call, sheepishly asking you what you had for breakfast.

She tries not to watch you like a hawk, but there's always a part of her that's a bit overprotective, especially when you start eating intuitively and listening to your hunger cues; she gets a little flighty when you tell her you're not hungry, but she knows to trust you, and if you needed help, you would ask. At the end of the day, she just loves you so much, and even if she is chill about it, she's obsessed with you and only wants the best for you.

#eating disorder trigger warning #anon cutie #phoebe bridgers x reader #boygenius x reader #boygenius blurbs #gingerjoelover

[jackharloww]

"Time for dessert"

Summary: part two of this one 🤭

"What're the vibes?" Jack asked and reached behind you to put on his PG ring. He had asked you where the dinner would be, but you wanted it to be a surprise. You were standing in the bedroom, you had just finished your hair and makeup and were going to change.

"Fancy" you giggled "I bought you an outfit for today" you smiled at him and walked to the closet to get it. It was a black fitted suit from Prada, fortunately, they knew his measurements from previous fittings.

He opened the suit cover and took the suit out from it "no way" his eyes lit up and he had a big smile plastered on his face. "try it on," you said, impatiently wanting to see how he looked in it.

He put the suit on "damn, I look good" he laughed and checked himself in front of the mirror, fixing it. You stood behind him and put your arms around his waist, "my hubby looking like a snack"

"wanna skip the restaurant and eat me instead?" He winked making you playfully hit his arm. "Nah I'm going to eat you for dessert" you answered.

He turned around and held your hands "Thank you for this" he bent down and you shared a passionate kiss, one kiss became many more until you had to back away.

"I need to get dressed" you laughed and went to the closet, looking back at Jack who was standing in the same spot groaning as he watched you leave.

You grabbed your long purple silk dress and slipped into it, along with a pair of black heels.

"Okay I'm ready now," you said as you walked back to the bedroom. As soon as Jack saw you his eyes widened and his mouth hung open

"If I'm looking like a snack then you're looking like a whole meal" His eyes didn't leave your body as he walked up to you. You laughed at his comment and put your arms around his neck and smiled up at him.

"I love you" you said before kissing him

"I love you too, you're my whole life" he kissed you again "you, Grace, and little bug in there" he put a hand on your stomach, rubbing it gently like he always did.

"Okay, we have to leave now" you giggled and backed away from him "Our ride is about to arrive" you sent him a wink as you grabbed your purse and walked out of the room. "Our ride?" he asked furrowing his eyebrows

"You'll see" you winked at him. You saw him grab a bag and put a pair of your flats in it.

"what are you doing?" you asked him, confused as to why he grabbed your shoes.

"you are wearing heels, and you're going to complain about them in a few hours so, I'd like to be prepared," he sent you a wink. He had learned now, from all the times you wore heels and later complained, especially now that you were pregnant.

Just then you received a message letting you know your driver had arrived, you let Jack know and opened the door for him to step out first. "You rented out a limo for us?" he asked, surprised by the black limo that was standing in front of your house.

"I did" you giggled and grabbed his hands and walked up to the car.

"Mrs. and Mr.Harlow" The driver opened the door for you as you thanked him and gave him the address for the restaurant, without Jack hearing you. You had rented out a private area in Repeal Oak Fired steakhouse, A restaurant Jack had wanted to try out with you forever but not having the right time for it.

You sat in the back of the limo, Jack's hand was caressing your thigh and planting a few kisses on your cheek and neck here and there while you told him how proud of him you were.

“I’m sorry for this morning” you said, still feeling guilty about it

“Hey don’t sweat it smush, I can see you really thought about it. It’s okay I promise” he reassured you before kissing you.

After 25 minutes you arrived at the restaurant, and as soon as the driver opened the door Jack saw where you were. He grabbed your hand and helped you out of the car.

"Did you really?" a big smile on his face as you walked hand in hand to the restaurant. They welcomed you and showed you to the private area.

"I know how much you wanted us to come here," you said after you both got seated. He grabbed your hand and caressed it gently. "I'm glad we get to do that now"

"You know the question game we used to play a lot when we first started dating?" you asked him after the waiter took your order. He nodded and took a sip of water.

"I thought we could do that now" you smiled, and picked up your phone, you had written a few questions down. When you and Jack first started dating you used to ask each other random questions, some were very deep and others were just funny and basic questions. Your favorite times together were when you used to go on road trips and have deep conversations and get to know each other on a deeper level.

"Okay so first question, If our sex life was a song, which song would it be?" you giggled. He rubbed his chin with his hand, thinking about an answer before finally saying "Cody banks"

"What why?" you laughed before taking a sip from your drink. Out of all the songs he chose that.

"Put a bounce house in yaahhh" he sang and smirked while you almost spit your water out, both of you laughing like crazy.

"What about you?" he asked after you both calmed down

"I'd do anything to make you smile" you smirked "fucking my earrings off and all" you sent him a wink. The waiter came with your food and you both started to eat, pausing the questions for a while and talking about plans you had for the year.

“Okay I have a question for you now” Jack said after he wiped his mouth with the tissue, you took another bite of your food and looked at him with anticipation.

“How did you feel when you found out we were having another baby?”

“I was so emotional. I felt a lot of happiness, and excitement of bringing another child to our family, but I also got a little anxious of how life would be with another one” you laughed nervously “well I’m still a little anxious about that” you admitted and Jack grabbed your free hand.

“We will handle it together babe” he reassured you “I’m going to take a break when he comes as well so we got this” he lifted your hand up and kissed it gently.

“Do you think he’ll look like you or me?” You asked him

“Wellll I would like to say you, so you feel better but babes we already know my genes are strong as fuck” he teased you. Grace was the spitting image of her father. He laughed when he saw the pout you gave him

“I can’t even argue on that” you sighed dramatically before smiling at him. You went back and forth with some more questions and talked about some other stuff while you ate.

When you finished dinner jack tipped generously, you had already payed for the whole thing beforehand. Jack came behind you and helped you up before you both thanked the waiter and walked out to where your driver was waiting.

You both leaned down on the seats and you put your hand on jacks thigh. “I think it’s time for dessert now” you smirked. The driver couldn’t see the backseat so why not start your night earlier.

“You just got to be quiet, can you do that for me?” You asked as you leaned down Jack nodded eagerly and leaned his head back. You both had a looong night when you arrived at home.

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"𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐈𝐓 𝐀 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ?" ♡

feat. platonic!draken, mitsuya takashi, baji keisuke, hanma shuji x gn!reader - fluff/comfort (0.9k+)

request: Can I request for Tokyo Revengers mens (you decide ^^) helping you going through break up? I just had a break up with my bf & it really made me sad so I want some fluffy content from my lovely anime mens!

a/n: hi love, im so sorry to hear that :( i hope this will make you feel better, your tokyo rev fav and i will always be there for you! please enjoy (some changes were made, hope that's alright!) <3

eyes stinging and red, you set your phone down on the bed after clicking "send" with a heavy sigh. upon reading the news of you and your partner's break up, he quickly responded with "give me 10, and dress comfortably. i'm taking you out." now, sitting alone in your bedroom, you try and prompt yourself up to change. however the hollow ache in your flesh and bones pinned you down, unwilling you to do such a simple task. you groan pitifully, and opt to splash cold water onto your face instead. your eyes are puffy, nose red and sore; one look, and anyone would be able to tell you were going through a plight.

by the time you willed yourself out of your clothes, a ring at your front door sounds. smiling slightly, you quickly grab your phone and keys before pacing down the steps. creaking the door open, the sun's rays greet you brightly, but behind your squint, you're met with an expected face. he sends you an apologetic smile, arms already open and welcoming you into a warm hug. he rubs your back soothingly, and pats the top of your head when you sniffle into his shoulder. the two of you stay like that for awhile, until he pulls back when you ask him exactly why he was here.

"call it a distraction, yeah? let's go."

DRAKEN takes you to your favourite restaurant, where he treats you to all your post-break up cravings. "eat up, yeah? and don't worry about the bill." he slides the menu towards you with a gentle smile. you nod, a bit overwhelmed by your friend's kindness—but it was draken, what more did you expect from such a doting person? the two of you skim over the menu, before he calls the waiter over and you gingerly order your meal (and a sweet shake for later). "let me pay you back at least?" "nah, not interested. now eat." you chuckle at his brashness, but you know he meant no harm. although draken was uninterested in the idea of you compensating him, he was up to talk about whatever it was you wanted to. he'd listen attentively, and comment his opinion every now and then. but for now, draken wished to lend you a listening ear.

MITSUYA takes you to the mall, and insists you grab whatever catches your attention. be it clothing, food, or miscellaneous items, mitsuya encouraged you to throw it into the cart and the price onto his card. "it's no big deal, i want to do this, okay?" he laughs at your concerned protests, your eyes widening every time mitsuya casually tapped his card against the machine. you couldn't help but feel a little guilty, especially when you were aware of his family's financial situation. "i know what you're thinking—" "i can't help it! it's jus—" "shh. then, stop thinking it." hours in, and the two of you are setting down bags upon bags for a quick food court meal. mitsuya discusses the things you want to, and he doesn't barge for more than you offer. today was about you, and your comfort as well as happiness. and you found yourself exactly that with him, happy.

BAJI invites you over to his place, where he bursts in and immediately situates you on his plush bed. “stay here—i’m getting snacks and drinks, yeah?” he gives you a reassuring smile and a pat on the head, before turning to rush down the stairs. baji returns with an armfull of packaged goodies and sugary treats. “nothing like some sugar to ease the pain!” he grins, before realizing it might have been too early to crack a joke. you chuckle at his energy, and feel endeared at his consideration. “it’s perfect kei, thank you.” the two of you spend the next few hours chowing down bags and bottles, and laughing your lungs out until your stomachs ached of sweet heaven.

HANMA takes you to a nearby festival he had heard about a couple days back. "i had been meanin' to ask ya if you'd like to go with me!" he shouted above the wind, as his bike roared passed cars and cyclists; a couple shouting profanities at his driving antics. "heard it's fuckin' sick, there's rides and shit!" you two arrive at the event, where crowds are bustling and loud. hanma cheers you over to purchase tickets, before dragging you to every ride and food truck in sight. from hotdogs to candied apples—to ferris wheels and bumper cars, hanma ensured you were having a blast. he declared having fun was the best medicine to sadness, and from the ecstatic grin on your face—hanma thinks he’s more than correct.

by evening's light, you and him had decided it was time you head back home. the sun was about to say goodbye and he wanted to ensure you got home early enough to rest, as well as safely. you hop on the back of his bike and rode home in silence; the day’s activities tiring you both. upon dismounting his bike, you grab his hand with a grateful squeeze, and he pulls you into another hug. “i seriously can not thank you enough for this, you’re the best.” he smiles at your words, then whispers into your hair: “i know. now head in, i’ll leave when you’re inside.

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HP Boys Imagine (golden trio era)

how the hp boys react to you being in the hospital wing :)

H.J.P:

He had first heard you were hurt from Ron, who had passed the hospital wing and noticed you inside. Harry hurried over to your bed, concerned and worried even after you told him it was just a small sprain. He would be by your side all day and would for sure spoil you with gifts (aww). The next day he would be wherever you went and made sure you didn’t get hurt again.

R.B.W:

Ron would probably be in the hospital wing after tripping and falling (idk why but I feel like he might be clumsy sometimes) and saw you. Immediately, he chose to disobey madam pomfrey’s instructions not to stand up by running over to you. You told him you had hurt your wrist, and he helped massage it for the next couple minutes until you said you felt better. He would definitely bring you food from the Great Hall and some snacks too once he was better (he wouldn’t share his candy tho).

C.A.D:

Cedric was a very affectionate and caring boyfriend so he was internally panicking (and trying to hide it) when some Gryffindors ran up to him saying you were in the hospital wing. When he entered, a bunch of your friends were surrounding you, but using his Cedric Diggory charm he managed to kick every one of them out. He was so sweet and comforted you if you were in pain, and constantly checked up on you during the day. He even bought you some wizard painkillers that would make you better instantly.

F.G.W:

Let’s be honest, you probably got hurt doing a prank with him and George. But let’s just say he didn’t notice when it happened, and it was George who snuck you off to the hospital wing after failing to get Fred’s attention. Fred felt so guilty he couldn’t even take you there and was super sweet and caring to you. He bought you chocolate frogs and gave you some joke products for free (like he always does).

G.F.W:

George was a teeny bit more sensible compared to his twin, so he would’ve noticed right away if you were absent. Fred told him that you were in the hospital wing and George freaked. He ran into the hospital wing like a madman, and nearly got kicked out. But he was quiet afterward and didn’t even want to leave your beside when Madam Pomfrey forced him to go to bed. He’d bring you lots of stuff he knew you liked, and would also snuggle you when he visited you.

D.L.M:

Draco is very overprotective (come on he is Draco Malfoy isn’t he) and would be instantly furious at whoever hurt you (if someone did hurt you). If no one hurt you then he’d be slightly embarrassed but would still care for you load. He’d bring you food, water, and expensive gifts (cuz he’s a malfoy duh). 🙄 His father would hear about whoever hurt you, and if his father would not help, he’d beat the guy up. After you got better he would be soft for so longggg (I’m a simp).

N.F.L:

Neville is such a cutie and would be so worried even if you just twisted your ankle or something. He would be super scared if you were in the hospital wing, and would go all out by decorating the area beside your bed. I can definitely envision him setting up an entire freaking table with candles, roses and a chair for him to sit by you and admire you. Heck, he would probably cook up an entire meal for you to have in bed alongside him and his mini table setup <3

O.B.W:

You fell of your broom during quidditch practice, and he immediately flew down to send you to the hospital wing. He was sorta mad since you kinda messed up practice, but being the quidditch enthusiast he is, he just had to finish the practice. Afterward, he dashed to the hospital wing feeling kinda guilty for not going right away. I think some of his teammmates might have even yelled at him for not doing so (or maybe they just wanted an earlier break, nobody knows). But he’d totally bring you food, and overall spend time with you!

T.M.R:

Tom probably wouldn’t even care, but if we’re on about soft Tom, and if your injury was serious, he would try to hide how anxious he really was. He’d be pacing up and down the corridor because he didn’t think he really wanted you to see him this state (which he rarely was in). When you were better he wouldn’t even say anything and just hug you really tightly. He would also be extra protective of you the next couple days.

B.Z:

Blaise was very chill overall but would get worried if you were hurt. He’d bring you food and everything, alongside some warm blankets and water. He would be extra protective of you the next couple days. If someone had hurt you, he’d get Draco and his other friends to beat them up. Honestly, I don’t understand Blaise too well to write a lot about this, sorry of this was sorta disappointing :(

Hope you enjoyed sweethearts! Please comment suggestions!

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Any SFW romantic comfort headcanons with Thrax from Osmosis Jones? Or any general SFW romantic headcanons with him?

SFW Comforting Hcs For Thrax From “Osmosis Jones”

Summary: SFW Comforting Headcanons For Thrax From “Osmosis Jones”

Characters: Thrax

Warnings: SFW

Genre: Fluff, Romance, SFW

Reader: Fem! White Blood Cell! Reader

Tags: None

Song: Pink + White- Frank Ocean

REQUEST ARE OPEN!

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First off, if you had work and you came home slouching and had a sad look on his face, he would automatically come to your assistance and ask what’s wrong and try and find a good way to comfort you

He’ll do anything to make you feel better, cook your favorite meal for you, bathe you, massage your body, comb and play with your hair, anything and he’d do it

He always wants to see you in his best mood, if your not in your best mood, then he’s not either

If you want a meal or snack that’s not in the house, he’ll ask about all the things you want/need and run to the nearest store to get it for you and try and come back as fast as he can

He doesn’t want the weight of frank on you, he never does, so he’ll let you relax, and he does all the things you need to get done

He secretly enjoys it ;)

Whenever you came home and felt like you caused something and felt guilty about the whole situation, he’ll always ask you to calmly explain and state that it wasn’t your fault for the incident that occurred

If your feeling in a sad and gloomy mood, he’ll always make you a gloomy meal, for ex: soup or a sandwich from your favorite deli shop

He gives you a big and broad shoulder to cry and complain to, he doesn’t mind it, he likes the fact that your comfortable enough with him to share your feelings and thoughts

If you wanna cuddle, he will cuddle with your for hours, keep you in place, or not if you are picky like me and switch positions every 0.5 seconds

Usually when your sad you both take baths/showers with eachother, it feels so comfortable

Whenever you two do, he’ll always wash your hair for you, wash your body, and give you a nice massage afterwards, even put lotion on you if you do after showering

Whenever it’s the end of the night and it’s time to go to bed, he’ll always go into his boxers and enter the bed with you, and gesture for you to lay on his chest, and you always do because he loves stroking and playing with your soft hair, it’s one of the things he adores about you

And he thinks it’s adorable that you care so much about it and want it to be healthy

He always want you to be at your best, and not your worst, and please don’t shut him out when your upset, he wants to help you and figure out why your so upset, so don’t shut him out or else he’ll be super upset with your decision

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[dreamiehan]

Pity Party

˚✧₊⁎trigger warning → eating disorder, in depth discussion of anorexia, culture stereotypes, body dysmorphia, exercise addiction, exercise addiction, and in-depth imagery of panic disorder.

stray kids addition au: yiji x stray kids

→ in which yiji realizes her struggles will only get worse before they better

[ yi-an jihae masterlist ] 🎧

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Skipping a meal or two wasn’t that bad. The boys were all guilty of unhealthy habits in preparation for a come back or schedules that required them to adhere to that idol-esque standard.

Chan, alongside Jisung and Changbin were pretty adamant about working out daily, building up their physique to radiant confidence and of course, a teensy bit of fan service. Hyunjin was more on the mellow end of constantly chasing a runners high, preferring to dabble away in paintings and expressionistic imitations than protein shakes and dumb bells.

The new dorm arrangement was truly ideal. Yiji was able to spend majority of her time working on crafting producing techniques with Chan and Changbin, anytime with Jisung was time well spent albeit in writing and composing three songs in a week or binging the entirety of “Horimiya”, Yiji was at peace in his presence.

Hyunjin was a different narrative. Ever since the five of them had become roommates, separated from the remainder of their members, Hyunjin had become extremely in tune of Yiji and it was unnerving.

In truth, no matter how hard Yiji thought back, she couldn’t place it. Did Hyunjin really see through her that easily or was he simply looking out for her?

Would he tell the others? Would he tell Chan? Would he tell Minho?

It was hard to erase the embarrassing liabilities that came with being the only one to fumble during their promotions for Miroh. Yiji could’ve been stubborn, she could have fought it and voiced her unprecedented opinion as she always did.

She could’ve easily ordered takeout the night before, and gone on a run in the morning. Yet she stood in a silent complacency and accepted defeat, unwavering in the burden of being imperfect.

How can one truly ascertain inspiration when constantly living in the shadow of those around them?

Maybe that’s when it started. When the numbers on a scale became reflective to the fine-china girl in the mirror who bore her insecurities into anorexic tendencies.

At first, it was nothing more than a drop in a few pounds. Yiji could do that, hit the gym twice a day, cut back on a few snacks for a week, on top of the relentless dance practices, surely a few pounds should be no burden. Yet the feeling of stepping on a scale and seeing the numbers, totaling the entirety of your worth as a human being, equating a decrease in numerical value to the birth of instaneous gratification and a non-chalant goal of “if I can lose this, why not lose a couple more?”

The tell-tale of the marionette who whispered horrific atrocities into the deepest depths of Yiji’s mind. A vicious cycle of watching her weight fluctuate after the smallest meal or worse, staying the same after consuming nothing for the entirety of a day.

Tears reveled in her gloomy state as she lay crouched beside the toilet at nearly two in the morning. Chan and the others were at the company working on end of the year projects and Hyunjin was nowhere to be found but Yiji vaguely recalled him mentioning something about being Artist of the Month for October.

Things felt hazy, how long had she been sitting under the fluorescent bathroom lights? A dull nightmare and putrid smell, home to the contents of her nearly empty stomach.

The knock at the door was sudden, Yiji could’ve sworn she imagined it. “Are you going to come out now?”

At that moment, her body froze. The reality she tried so hard to hide was a skip and a door frame from being exposed. “Why did it have to be Hyunjin?” Yiji thought to herself. Were her suspicions true or was his sudden appearance purely happenstance?

Without hesitancy from the pain aching throughout her head, Yiji jumped up from her spot on floor flushing the toilet while simultaneously reaching for the faucet in hopes the running water would drown out her shuffling.

There was no way out of blood-shot tear stained eyes, shaded in non-water proof mascara. Her hands were shaky and hesitant upon reaching for the door but she was once again, backed into a corner within the confines of her mind.

And Yiji hated that feeling.

Things between Hyunjin and Yiji were that of two silent souls in adoration of each other, gravitating towards one another’s auras but hesitant in getting too close.

Maybe it was the internalized projection of Yiji comparing herself to her god-sent group member. Hyunjin was perfect, he was attractive, too attractive to the point of a scene stealer who’s presence is the focal point of a crowd. An artist, in more ways than one, a story-teller through movement, exemplifying the personification of emotions or reconstructing a canvas into blossomed colors of abstract interpretations.

How does one go about defining perfection anyways..? A term coined by the ever-changing outward perception of the public. Yiji always felt a looming emptiness under the beauty standards gaze.

She didn’t hate Hyunjin, she couldn’t even if she wanted to.

He was selfless and kind. Hyunjin cared too much behind his quiet gazes and half-crescent eye smiles. He always had looked out Yiji but in hopes to tune out her internal conflict, she pushed him away.

If the theory of behavior claims that not every individual was born inherently good, it did not apply Hyunjin. Falling victim to envy is easy when you are constantly subjected to others who have things you could only dream of. It was an ugly emotion but it was human and unfortunately, all of which are flawed.

“Since when?” Hyunjin questioned, his stare burning holes into her broken figure.

He knew, of course he did.

“You’re back early, I thought you had a block session with the choreographers tonight?” Yiji side-eyed, debating on whether or not she slip past his stature.

Hyunjin rarely ever got upset in a way that would alter the emotional space of those around him but Yiji knew she was on thin ice when he slammed his fist into the door frame.

“Don’t Yi-An”, Hyunjin broke, voice cracking through anger and grief. The love-stay boy was always quick to feel with his heart. “Look at you Sunny.. you’re shaking.”

Was this pity or genuine concern? Yiji couldn’t tell but she was tired. Exhausted from holding it all in and asphyxiated hands of guilt constricting around her neck.

“I’m sorry Hyunjin, I am sorry”, she sobbed, repeatedly vocalizing the two words as she crumpled back onto the tile floor. “I’m sorry.”

There it was. The true Yi-An, cascaded in remnants of the little girl who was 21 at 13 and somehow carried the weight of the world on her shoulders at 24.

Hyunjin was hesitant in placing his hands on Yiji for comfort. He wanted to, he really wanted to, but he didn’t want to agitate her panicked state.

Completely unaware of her own actions, Yiji had placed Hyunjin’s hands on her shoulders, confession spilling from her lips. “Since our first win, remember when I collapsed on staged?”

Shivers tore through Hyunjin’s being, wishing he could erase the unrulyl sight of her limp body unconscious on stage.

“I was so happy after that, I had finally reached my goal.. everyone in the company, the stylists, our fans.. they were so pleased of the porcelain doll I had managed to become”.

“Suddenly I was pretty”.

Her words curated ink blots within Hyunjin’s heart. Though careful, he gently pulled her foreword, lulling her intensity by combing his fingers through her air.

“Sunny you are the most beautiful person I have ever laid my eyes on”, Hyunjin whispered through his own tears. “There is no crime in being unapologetically you”.

“Oh, so now you’re a dancer, an artist, and a poet?” She pulled back from his embrace, trying to crack a smile through her stained glass presence.

Hyunjin giggled in response, “And as far as fans go, you know anyone who speaks poorly of you is no fan of ours”.

After a brief moment of silence had passed, Yiji stood up to splash water on her face and Hyunjin followed suit as her figure wobbled.

Once she was comfortable, the two sat nestled into the couch watching a re-run of a drama the both of them had seen too many times before.

“Can I ask you a favor?” Yiji spoke suddenly.

“Anything”.

“Please don’t tell Minho about this, or any of the boys really”.

Hyunjin scrunched up his face at her request, pausing the TV to sit up right. “Since when do you care about that Minho thinks?”

Yiji was too quick to deter the question, “Since when do you care about I think?”

At her response, Hyunjin lightly scoffed, watching as the sunny dancer struggled to hide her smile before redirecting her attention.

“What do you even know?”

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[giacos12]

•The Evil Within characters as your besties•

Silly idea that popped into my head. I hope the fandom revives one day😔

Warning! Spoilers for the main plot of TEW1, The Assignment & The Consequence DLC(sort of), and some for TEW2!

This is really just angst filled tbh. No such thing as a happy ending in the evil within lol

Sebastian

Being his bestie before his life went to hell was pretty nice! He literally considered you as family.

Play dates with Lily! Lily saw you as a sibling of sorts.

Myra respected you and you two became pretty close as well. That really made Sebastian consider you as family. If you have his wife and child’s trust, he can trust you as well.

In process settings, Sebastian, Joseph, and you would go get donuts and coffee together(just regular degular detective snack time.)

After the events of Lily & Myra, the friendship was pretty strained. You were concerned for Sebastian, so was Joseph. Joseph and you decided to report his drinking problem, which Sebastian didn’t really take well.

He does come around eventually. Is the friendship as close? Not really. But he still holds a bunch of respect for you.

Joseph

Your nerdy bestie. Will “urm, actually 🤓☝️” your ass to death.

He keeps tabs on what you like and don’t like. He has a separate journal where he writes about his friends in.

He brings you breakfast :>> Tells you that breakfast is the most important meal of the day(it is! eat breakfast!!!)

During the events of Beacon, you guys became a bit closer. If you weren’t with Sebastian, you were with Joseph. And if Joseph somehow disappeared it didn’t take long to find him.

He feels really guilty when he turns and attacks you. He does become a bit distant when you are with him. It’s just to protect you!

After Beacon, Joseph was no where to be seen. You mourned your best friend. You were too scared to seek comfort from Sebastian since he had his own things going on. You went years not knowing what happened.

One day though, Sebastian calls you at random. He tells you Joseph isn’t dead! And that he found Kidman??? What the hell was going on?

Kidman

Out of everyone, she was nothing but a sweetheart to you! You both got along relatively quick!

Sebastian was already stressed out with having to train her, so having Kidman being close with one of his teammates really put his heart at ease. Joseph was 50/50. Kidman really only spoke with you anyway.

Kidman didn’t expect to grow close with anyone. While she did have a friendship with both Sebastian and Joseph, it wasn’t as strong as it was with you. She felt the need to stick by you and protect you.

She did start to become a bit distant during the events of Beacon, but you chalked it up to her being stressed about the situation at hand.

While you guys were together, she did a damn great job at protecting you. Things did get a bit rocky once Leslie started to get involved.

Everything went downhill once she shot Joseph and you. You weren’t expecting that type of betrayal.

Sebastian and You managed to make it out of Beacon. It was a miracle for you. It took a lot of healing, but you eventually got over what happened.

Until she showed up one day. There was a lot of tension. She explained herself and why she did what she did. It made sense, but there was still hurt in your heart after hearing and reliving everything as spoke to you.

Did you guys become close again? Not really. You kept your distance, but if she ever needed to talk or hang out you were up for it. But to trust her like you did was off the table.

You do believe that if the events that took place in Beacon didn’t happen, you guys still could’ve been close. It was a great friendship while it lasted.

Leslie

To be honest, being friends with Leslie isn’t really possible.

Poor boy is traumatized. Forming any type of close bond would be impossible.

He did feel a bit safe with you! You and Dr. Jimenez worked together to help him. You guys still tried to help him during Beacon.

Helping Leslie got tough after Jimenez died. Especially while Ruvik kept messing with Leslie, it was pretty dangerous to even be around him.

Once Ruvik caught Leslie, you didn’t know what to do anymore. After escaping STEM, you saw Leslie walking out of the gates of the hospital.

But it wasn’t his usual, timid walk. It genuinely caught you off guard how confident he walked.

Maybe it wasn’t Leslie…

Ruvik

He is NOT your bestie

Don’t even think about getting close to him.

Will experiment on you. He genuinely doesn’t care.

You’ll probably die/be dead.

Best advise? Don’t even think about Ruvik.

#the evil within #sebastian castellanos #joseph oda #juli kidman #leslie withers #ruvik #ruvik victoriano #tew #tew2

[jasgirl-creations]

You’re getting so fat, jasmine!

Ohhh, I know. I can't help it. I try to exercise and watch my calories. I want to be fit and sexy! But Its so boring working from home every day, and so hard to keep track of meals. Did I already eat lunch? Well, this sandwich will be an early dinner. Oops, now its diner time and I'm so hungry! I'll put this pizza in the oven. Now its late and I'm bored and horny. I'll have a fudgesicle while I scroll through tumblr, edging the night away. I spend so much time edging. I'm supposed to be working from home 8 hours a day, but most days I'm lucky if I get 2 or 3 hours of work done. One hand in my panties for hours and hours while tab back and forth between work spreadsheets and twitter and tumblr and onlyfans and AO3 and DA. After an hour or two its time to take a break. I really should workout. I bought some cute pink weights and a Yoga mat and a workout outfit! but really the outfit is getting tight, and I've barely used the mat and weights at all. Instead I tell myself I'll drink some water. But why not a fruit smoothie instead? I'll just add a scoop of icecream to it. Well, 3 or 4 scoops. And some peanut butter. Ad chocolate syrup. Ohh, there's no room left for fruit! Edge and snack and cum. How many times a day do I cum? 4? 6?By the time I'm "done" with work I'm so tired I don't want to leave the house. No gym. No club with friends. No dates (not until I lose some weight). I'll just make dinner and watch Netflix. Except, I'm not really in the mood for anything with a plot. How about some comedy? no, I don't want to pay attention. After all, my hand will be down my panties as I scroll through twitter. Pornhub? Hmm, I'll put on my Pornhub playlist and just relax and have a nice quiet dinner. and desert. And snack. Mmm... I'm still hungry. I should put a pizza on. Its so easy to gain. I feel like I'm barely holding it back. the little bit of exercise I do, the days where I feel guilty and barely eat anything at all, that's the only thing that's stopping me from ballooning into a real fatty. I worked so hard to lose weight before the pandemic, and now its all going to come back, I know it! I feel so soft now. My belly is softer, my thighs are thicker. My butt is actually getting bigger too. I can feel the fullness of my butt cheeks. My face looks softer in the mirror. My boobs are a little fuller. I want to be fit and sexy. But gaining weight like this is... seductive. I feel a real urge to just give in and stop trying. I've been so lazy and tired lately, why not just accept that's who I am? Its not to late. i could go back to the gym every day. I could eat healthy, and stop snacking. I could stop spending hours and hours every single day edging myself toward cumming while I browse weight gain stories and watch feedees moan about how sexy they feel as they rub their bloated stomachs. Do I even want to stop?

[insomniacwriter17]

Saved from the Flames - Chapter Eight

“When you're born in a burning house, you think the whole world is on fire. But it's not.” --Richard Kadrey

Billy Hargrove is 9 years old. He tries his best to be the son his father wants him to be - quiet, respectful, and obedient. But Neil just pushes harder and harder, all in the name of raising a "strong man". When Billy is removed from his father's custody and placed in foster care, it takes some time for him to realize his world is no longer burning around him. New experiences, new people, new opportunities all make Billy realize there's a whole lot more to life than respect and responsibility.

AKA: The story of how Bob Newby became a real life superhero for one little boy who needed saving.

Inspired by this post I saw from @connordax

chapter one | chapter two | chapter three | chapter four | chapter five | chapter six | chapter seven

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After a quick lunch, Billy scurried off to his room to play with his new toys. “Remember, Ms. Gabby’s coming by in a little bit to check in!” Bob called down the hallway after him. “She’ll want to see all your new toys.” 

“Yes, sir!” Billy called over his shoulder, already busy tugging all of Mr. Potato Head’s accessories out of the package so he could build the toy. For the first time in a long time, Billy felt content. He was still scared that his dad was in jail, but so far, Bob hadn’t been that bad. He wasn’t scary, his house was nice, and Billy actually maybe kind of liked it here. 

Three meals in a row now, Bob had asked Billy what he wanted to eat. When Billy said he didn’t like tomatoes, Bob simply…didn’t put them on his sandwich. He just asked if Billy wanted something else on it instead. And Billy tried pickles for the first time today, and he really liked them! Bob had put them on his sandwich and even gave Billy a small bowl of them on the side for him to snack on after he finished his sandwich.

Billy had toys in his room to play with, but he knew he wasn’t stuck in here. His door was open and he could hear Bob doing dishes in the kitchen. Billy knew that if he walked in there to ask Bob a question, he’d simply get an answer; no yelling, no punishment. It was a new feeling, like Billy could breathe. 

He looked at the clock on his bedside table. 3:49 PM. He’d normally be getting on the bus right about now to come home from school. He did still feel a little guilty for missing school today when he wasn’t sick, but he’d gone to the doctor, so he guessed Mrs. MacDonald would understand why he wasn’t there. 

Billy was busy assembling his Mr. Potato Head when he heard the doorbell ring. Perking up, the blonde scrambled to gather his new toys into his arms. Gabby had just stepped into the foyer when Billy appeared, a smile on his face and the toys cradled against his chest. “Hi, Billy!” Gabby greeted, smiling at him. “What are all these?” 

“Mr. Bob took me to the toy store after the doctor,” Billy explained proudly. “I got stickers, too!” He looked at Bob with a hopeful smile. “Did you tell her I did good?” 

Bob chuckled good-naturedly. “I hadn’t gotten the chance yet,” he told Billy. “You came crashing in to show off toys before I could tell her!” He’d meant it as a joke, but clearly it didn’t land that way. Immediately, Billy seemed to deflate, his cheeks turning pink as he looked down at his socked feet. 

“Sorry,” Billy squeaked. The two syllables landed hard and Bob felt himself scrambling to fix the situation. 

“No, buddy, it’s okay!” Bob promised, reaching out to pat Billy’s shoulder. Neither adult missed how he initially flinched away from Bob’s hand before seeming to relax. “I was just teasing you, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.” When Billy looked up but didn’t say anything, Bob continued. 

“Yeah, Gabby, you should’ve seen this guy. Even braver than G.I. Joe here,” Bob told her, pointing to the action figure in Billy’s arms. “He answered all of Dr. Luke’s questions, let him listen to his heart and lungs, all that stuff without any kind of fight!” 

Billy bit his lip as he thought back to the car ride to the doctor when he yelled at Bob, but he didn’t mention it. If Bob was happy to overlook it, so was Billy. “He even asked me what medicine my daddy gave me and I was able to tell him,” Billy added shyly.

“My goodness, it definitely sounds like you earned those toys, Billy,” Gabby chuckled. She smiled down at the blonde, still reeling from the information she’d read from the doctor. How anybody could look at that sweet face and want to hurt him, she didn’t know. “Why don’t you and me go play with those toys for a bit, hm?”

Billy’s eyes widened and a grin pulled at his features as he gasped, “You came to play with me?” 

“Of course I did!” Gabby replied, gesturing for Billy to lead the way. “Can we go play in your room? Is that okay?” 

Billy nodded before pausing, looking to Bob for permission. But the man was nodding his own encouragement, saying, “Go on, I’ll entertain myself out here, don’t worry!” So with his arms full of toys, Billy shuffled back down the hall with Gabby. 

It didn’t take but a moment for them to settle on the floor, Billy holding the stuffed bear in one arm while he played with the Mr. Potato Head. Gabby sat across from him, pushing a few toy cars around as she asked Billy some questions. “It looks like you got all your stuff unpacked!” she commented. “How does that feel?” 

Billy shrugged. “It’s okay, I guess,” he replied. “Have you gotten to talk to my dad? How long is he going to be gone?”

Gabby gave Billy a soft, apologetic smile. “I did talk to him this morning,” she told the boy. “But I don’t know how long he’s going to be gone,” she admitted. “Your dad is going to have to talk to a judge before they make any decisions. Do you know what a judge is?” 

Billy was quiet for a moment, popping Mr. Potato Head’s hat off the top of the toy’s head. “Kind of,” he replied. “We talked about it in class. They decide when people are in trouble and what they have to do to get out of trouble for breaking laws and stuff.” Confusion crossed Billy’s face, the boy’s eyebrows raising as he looked up at Gabby. “Did my dad break the law?”

“He did.” Gabby nodded but offered no further explanation, instead pointing at Billy’s shirt. “Are those the stickers you got from the doctor?” 

Billy had been ready to ask how his dad had broken the law, but Gabby’s distraction worked incredibly well. “Yeah!” he grinned, pulling on his shirt so he could see the stickers. “The lady at the doctor said I did good enough that I could have both stickers! So I got a giraffe and a motorcycle!”

“Awesome!” Gabby smiled. After the room was quiet for a few moments, she chanced the big question. “So, are you settling in okay with Bob? How are you liking it?” 

Billy didn’t look up from his toys, too busy rearranging Mr. Potato Head’s face with a new pair of eyes. “It’s good.” He didn’t want to say it was better than living with his dad, but he did have to admit it wasn’t terrible here. “You were right, Mr. Bob’s really nice.” 

Gabby watched as Billy continued to play with his toy, not looking up at her. “He is nice, isn’t he? Do you think that you’d like to stay here while your dad is away?”

Billy was silent, his hands stilling and Mr. Potato Head had no ears. His vision blurred with tears as he stared at the toy, suddenly realizing once more what was happening. “Is it gonna be a long time?” 

“I don’t know, honey,” Gabby admitted gently. “I wish I could tell you.” Billy looked up at her, his blue eyes teary and piercing. She wanted to wrap him up in a giant hug and promise everything would be okay – but she didn’t know that. She couldn’t promise that. 

Billy looked back down at the teddy bear in his lap, biting his lip to keep from crying harder. This wasn’t home. This place was unfamiliar and Billy still felt like he was waiting for the other shoe to drop. Yes, Bob made him food that he actually liked, and told Billy he was brave, but Billy hadn’t figured out what set him off yet. 

There had to be something, and until Billy knew how to keep Bob happy, he was going to be nervous. He’d rather be home. “Billy?” Gabby’s voice was soft. “Everything okay?”

Billy’s eyes looked up at Gabby finally, but didn’t focus on her. Instead, they focused behind her. On the still open door. 

On the door that stayed open last night, into the morning, and hadn’t been closed since Billy had gotten here unless Billy had closed it. 

He wasn’t home, but Billy felt a little lighter here. He felt like maybe he was just a little bit in control. “I wanna stay here until I can go home with my dad,” he finally told Gabby, looking back at her again. “But don’t tell my dad I like it here, okay? I don’t want to hurt his feelings.”

Gabby just smiled sadly, picking up the abandoned Mr. Potato Head ear and handing it to the boy in front of her. “You are such a good son, Billy,” she complimented with a smile. Billy brightened under the praise, taking the toy from her with a bright grin. 

They played together for a few more minutes, Gabby letting Billy lead the conversation. Therefore, there wasn’t much to be said because Billy was too busy playing to talk. And then Gabby handed G.I. Joe back to Billy and said, “I should probably go talk with Bob for a minute, just so he doesn’t feel left out. Don’t you think?” 

Billy took his toy back and nodded to Gabby. “Are you gonna go talk to him because you’re friends?” he wondered softly. “Because friends have to be nice to each other.” Gabby chuckled, nodding. 

“Yeah, Bob and I are friends,” she agreed. “Do you want to come talk with us or keep playing?” Billy looked a bit conflicted, so Gabby added, “No one will be mad if you want to play! I’ll make sure to come see you before I leave, okay?” 

Billy’s cheeks tinged pink and he grinned sheepishly at Gabby before snuggling the teddy bear closer to his chest. “I’ll be back,” Gabby promised, standing and leaving Billy to play. As she made her way down the hall, she could hear Billy moving around the room, presumably to gather more toys. 

In the kitchen, Bob had brewed coffee and was waiting for Gabby. They’d done this “post-placement debrief” a few times now, and he knew she liked her coffee with sugar but no cream. Wordlessly, he slid the cup to her as she took a seat at the table. “Thank you,” she sighed, taking the cup and gesturing to Bob. “Tell me all about it. How’s it going?” 

Bob took a sip of his own coffee before he answered. “It’s going well. He’s still a little strung-out, but that’s to be expected,” he shrugged. “He seems like a really sweet kid.” 

Gabby nodded. “His teacher and his counselor had nothing but good things to say about him,” she told Bob. Then she smiled that knowing smile Bob recognized, and he knew she was about to say something he wouldn’t like. “He said he likes it here with you, but not to tell his dad. He didn’t want to hurt his feelings.” 

Bob shook his head, a frown pulling tight at his lips. “Oh, that’s so…” he sighed, wrapping his hands around the coffee mug. The warm glass burned his hand as he tried to figure out what to say. “Do you think he’s going to be able to visit his dad?” 

Gabby tried to hide the disappointment in her voice as she replied, “Probably. Supervised, definitely, at the DPS office or the courthouse. At first, at least. We won’t start those for a week or so, if I had to guess.” She shook her head in disbelief. “Luke’s report…I just…” she shrugged. “Insane.”

“I can’t think about it,” Bob admitted. “He made it sound so normal. He asked me if I’d give him the medicine next time.” 

Gabby’s face fell at Bob’s statement. “Oh, bless him,” she sighed. “Did he really do okay at the appointment?”

“Oh, yeah!” Bob insisted with a nod. “We had one little meltdown in the car on the way, but I admit I may have pushed too far. He was a trooper – didn’t fight us once.” Gabby could tell Bob was proud of the boy by the distant smile on his face, and she had to say it. 

“Don’t get attached, Bob.” 

Bob didn’t even try to argue that he wasn’t, because he knew it was fruitless. Every foster parent training told him not to get too attached when a kid is placed in his house, because it hurts worse when they leave. But in Bob’s mind, if he wasn’t attached, he wasn’t doing his job right. As he saw it, these kids deserve someone who cares about them enough that it hurts when they left. It always hurt, at least a little, because Bob cared so deeply for the kids he took care of.

And he could already tell it was going to hurt like hell when Billy left. “You and I both know it’s too late for that, Gabby. You’ve known me long enough.” 

Gabby shrugged in defeat and took another sip of her coffee. She had a million things to do, a thousand papers on her desk to sort through, but for now, she didn’t want to leave. Bob’s house had become her favorite assignment, because the man just oozed fatherly comfort in the best way. “You’re right, I have,” she laughed. “Which is exactly why I knew you were the one for this job. Billy needs someone to be attached to him.”

Something about that statement didn’t sit right with Bob, and he gave Gabby a curious look. “You don’t think his dad’s going to try to get him back?” Gabby sighed, shrugging as she swirled the coffee in her cup. 

“I don’t know,” she admitted. “He’s been nothing but antagonistic today, according to the warden. The guards can barely keep him in check. They wouldn’t let me see him, and they hardly ever deny CPS caseworker visits this early in the case.” She shrugged. “His first court appearance is Monday.” 

Bob took a deep breath and crossed his fingers. “Maybe he just needs the weekend to cool down.”

Gabby didn’t think that was the case, but she nodded in agreement anyway. “And until then, Billy’s got you,” she smiled. 

Bob nodded, holding up his coffee cup in a half-hearted cheer. “Until then.”

#stranger things #billy hargrove #ao3 #insomniacwriter17 #bob newby #sftf #cw: child abuse #foster care au #bob newby deserved better #billy hargrove deserved better

[xiucakes]

the pink book.

the pink book

xiumin x reader, wonwoo x reader.

word count: 2.2k

summary: you meet a handsome roommate who just moved in, you offer help but you never knew it could turn up like this.

warnings: (mostly) angst, fluff, no happy ending.

a/n: this is my first fic i’ve wrote, i’m not the best at writing as i’m trying to improve so do leave comments if needed! enjoy reading! pls note that this was purposefully wrote lower cased and not proofread!! thank u! ❤️

being a student at SM university was harder than you thought. walking back from a long day to your dorm, you saw a unfamiliar figure standing in front of the dorm.

“hi, do you know where the owner is?” spoken the man with a face of an idol, you were stunned. how could someone be this handsome right at your doorstep?!

“i’m the owner, is there anything you need?”

he looked up and down, you were bewildered as you noticed his cat-looking eyes checking you out.

“i’m moving with you. i’m a transfer student from seoul.” him replying with a low tone.

“what’s your name by the way?” he asked.

“my name is ___.” you were fidgeting, looking away from his direction.

“i see. pretty name.” he exclaimed as he stared at you

“what about yours?”

“i’m kim minseok, but you can call me by xiumin if you want to.”

“do you need help with your suitcase?” you said as your eyes redirected to his.

“sure, would love to get help from a pretty girl anyway.” he grinned.

dragging his suitcase, your heart was pounding fast as your mind was blown at the fact that a flirty handsome guy was living in the same dorm as you. he was right behind and you couldn’t believe it was real. you led him to the only empty room in the house.

“alright this is your room. this is the only other bedroom in the house so decorate it however you like! let me know if you need anything!” you smiled at him.

“will do ___!”

1 week passes..

who knew this wasn’t just a small crush? you thought the butterflies in your stomach would go away but it didn’t. everytime you looked at minseok, your heart starts beating and you feel a guilty knot in your stomach. it was worse knowing that he probably doesn’t feel the same way towards you as it was now known he was the flirty type towards everyone. with no surprise, he became popular instantly.

you were snacking on some cereal at the counter as you weren’t craving for a huge meal for dinner. suddenly, minseok barged in with someone with him, a girl you were definitely unfamiliar with. walking towards the stairs, holding her hand tightly.

you stared at them with the spoon filled with cornflakes and milk holding your hand, your heart tightened. he glanced at you and just went into the room to shut the door. you assumed they just had sex, maybe a one night stand? you didn’t really know for sure.

you went out for some fresh air and sat at a nearby bench, to let out your feelings. you sobbed hard, cupping your face. you didn’t expect minseok to like you back but it hurts so much.

after 30 minutes or so, you went back to your dorm. you went to your room straight, while minseok was on the couch. not sparing a glance at him, he on the other hand was confused and wondered why you looked puffy as if you just cried.

the next morning, you woke up to the smell of pancakes. you went out to see that minseok was almost done flipping the pancakes. he smirked when he saw you.

“hey ___! you want some pancakes? i made enough for the both of us.”

you stood there nodding your head, half awake.

“i’m going to brush my teeth and wash my face first.”

you came out of the bathroom refreshed and sat at the table, eating the chocolate chip pancakes minseok made.

“ahem. so about last night, i’d like to apologise.” he coughed his apology out.

“um. for?” you seemed confused on his apology.

“for barging in the dorm with a girl last night, it seemed rude and i didn’t tell you prior to the occasion.” he said with ease.

“oh no it’s fine, i mean we all are legal adults anyway. i wouldn’t be surprised if you brought home a girl once in a while. just let me know beforehand so i don’t get so frightened.” you fake smiled shocked that he even bothered to apologise, with the pancake still in your mouth.

“may i ask why you were crying yesterday?”

said minseok with a worried face.

“i didn’t cry? what do you mean?”

“don’t lie to me ___. you don’t normally cry, you and i know that. you do know that you are someone important to me. right?” he exclaimed with a stern look with a worried tone.

an important person..? to him? what kind of sweet talk bullshit is this?

“i really mean it minseok, let’s just finish our pancakes and get to class already. we are going to run late!”

minseok didn’t want to force it out of you but he had a gut feeling.

a few days passed, you avoided minseok unless it was something related to school or something important. he was getting tired of your silent treatment. you were walking to your locker, not acknowledging his presence near you but he grabbed your hand.

“___, what the fuck is wrong with you?”

you stood there blankly with the obvious eye bags you have. you were too drained to try and process what he wanted to mean.

“what do you even mean by that?” you said softly, avoiding eye contact. you knew deep down why he confronted you.

“don’t act dumb, just tell me the reason. i don’t understand why you’re hiding this from me!”

he shouted, people around you both looking at him with clueless eyes on what’s going on.

“look minseok, i’ll tell you eventually. i just need time.” you glare at him, letting go from his harsh grip.

“whatever, you have 1 day. or i’ll find it out myself. i’m tired of this silent treatment you’re giving me.”

he growled.

you stood there wondering why this affected him so much. i mean, you both were just roommates. right?

you went to bed deciding that once and for all, you should tell minseok the real reason why you’re acting this way towards him. otherwise the friendship between you two will end soon, and you definitely did not want that to happen.

the next morning, you made some breakfast bagels for minseok. you knew it was his favourite breakfast item. knocking on his door, he opened with messy hair, droopy eyes and shirtless, looking surprised that you were at the door. seems that he just woke up.

you fake coughed to ignore the beautiful sight in front of you, and started the conversation.

“i’m sorry for not telling you what’s bothering me this entire month, i’ll tell you what’s going on after classes end. i hope you can accept these bagels as somewhat my apology for now.”

you grinned to make sure he accepts it.

“alright ___, i’ll be waiting.”

he gave a small smile and you just wondered how one can be adorable with that small smile.

the bell rang, you were rushing back to the dorm. you walked in but you saw minseok on the couch with a girl on top of him, they were making out.

“hey minseok.”

you spoke. he pulled away from the heating session and glanced at you.

“oh you’re here, come and sit down.”

you glanced at the girl and him.

“is this your girlfriend?”

you questioned him, knowing the answer.

“yeah! i actually wanted to introduce her to you earlier but you know, our little fight.”

he grinned.

“so are you going to tell me the reason once and for all?”

you mumbled a yes.

“can she step away for a while though? i won’t take long.”

he nodded.

“go back to your dorm first baby, i’ll meet you there once i’m finished with this.”

he grinned and gave a peck on her check, god you wished you were her.

she left shortly afterwards, giving you a small smile.

“where do i start?”

you said with worry.

“whenever you feel that is right.”

he responded with ease.

“i love you.”

you finally said it out. he sat there with shock.

“i loved you since the day we met, the day we became roommates, walking to class together, making meals for each other, watching movies while cuddling, it just made me fall in love with you more. i ignored you because i felt jealous when you brought back your girlfriend that night, hence why i ignored you for so long. now that you both are together, i’ll be submitting my form to change dorms so i can move on. thank you for being a good roommate minseok.”

you explained, holding back the tears and the pain in your heart.

minseok was stunned, he never expected this kind of response.

you got up from the couch.

“this will be the last time we’ll see each other okay? i’ll see you when i’m better.”

you walked away to your room.

minseok on the otherhand couldn’t believe it, he got his girlfriend named yeojin just to move on from you. but he couldn’t hurt her like that. he called yeojin to tell her he needed to rest for the night. he went to the bedroom, feeling hollow.

the next morning, he woke up to the dorm being silent. he opened your door, to see that all of your stuff are gone. there was a bright pink book and a small box on the bed.

he went through the pink book first.

07/03/2023

Today felt like the best day of my life! This handsome guy named Minseok came to my dorm and told us we were roommates?! Like unbelievable!! Hope this guy was better than my past roommate, turns out we have the same classes together too! He seems nice.

he chuckled at the past notes, he didn’t know you felt this way. he found the second note.

17/03/2023

Today wasn’t the best. Minseok came in with a girl today, could that be his girlfriend? I heard grunts from the room so I guess it is her. Should I ignore him? It’ll hurt but it’s for the best.

his smile dropped reading your note. he almost teared up whilst reading it, but he didn’t want to seem like a crybaby even though you aren’t here.

21/03/2023

It’s 5 days before his birthday. I got him a present. I’ll muster up the courage to go talk to him once and for all, I feel childish doing this to him. I hope I can make this whole situation alright.

tears welling up in his eyes, he’s never felt this upset before.

26/03/2023

Dear Minseok,

I know you are reading this as the busybody you are. Happy birthday. This is somewhat a farewell letter to you? I’m assuming you read my old notes in this book. I bought this book because of you. Writing my cringy feelings and hopefully when we got together, I could’ve shown you. But that’s long gone huh? I hope you appreciate this present I got you. I can’t speak to you without trying to prevent myself from kissing you so I’ve decided to do it this way. I hope you can give it to her of some sort or keep it as a souvenir for yourself. Once again, happy birthday Kim Minseok.

Love,

___,

he finally let his tears flow down, he liked you but he never knew you liked him back.

he felt so foolish but he can’t turn to you now because of yeojin.

2 weeks has passed, you were still lingering on minseok’s mind. he missed you so fucking much. meanwhile, you made a friend called wonwoo. he was your classmate. he was kind, handsome and understanding to your situation, wonwoo liked you but he didn’t want to be used as a rebound. so he held in his feelings for now, whilst you continued ranting to him about minseok. you felt some feelings for wonwoo but you thought it was infatuation because you still felt that connection with minseok.

minseok has always watched you and wonwoo, he felt jealousy. why were you talking to him for so long? you even changed your seat just to talk to wonwoo.

a month has officially passed. you and wonwoo got together shortly, you both were delighted and were happy together. you’ve officially moved from on minseok and you couldn’t be more happy. wonwoo treated you like a queen. fetching you from school, buying you meals and taking care of you always.

one day, you were near your lockers and walked past minseok. you glanced at him but you saw he was holding a pink book.

it was your book to be specific, the one you left in your bedroom. you felt stunned slightly and stopped your tracks. wonwoo realised you stopped walking, asking what was wrong. you came back to your senses and told him you zoned out slightly. he shrugged it off and continued holding your hand.

minseok watched you both walked away, he held the pendant necklace you left for him whilst he was wearing it. he broke it off with yeojin recently cause he knew what he wanted. it’s just that he couldn’t get it. at last, all of the memories he had with you was only left with the pink book.

#xiumin fluff #xiumin #kpop #exo #exo fanfic #xiumin angst #minseok fic #minseok #minseok angst #minseok fluff #angst #fluff

[lgcxhaeun]

— COACHING SESSION: EVENT 003

trigger warning: food skipping mention!

when you think of people who impacted you...who comes to mind?

training was supposed to be different. in haeun’s mind, training was focusing on skills and doing drills to become better idols. she didn’t know it would have workshops and evaluations that could make or break your path to stardom. she didn’t know that she would see people come and go in a blink of an eye, sometimes over something as little as using their phones. hell, she didn’t even know she would have access to her phone restricted to this degree.

her perception of trainee life was shattered. it was difficult and grueling at times although fun at its best. sometimes it would feel like she was going through a hell-week of sorts with how much stuff she needed to prepare and do. the worst part? she was still attending school.

the training schedule left her with little time for her studies. she would go straight to the entertainment building after practises. if the metro wasn’t packed or running behind schedule, she would use the extra bit of time before the start of practise to do some homework. the rest of the time would be spent within the walls of legacy where she didn’t have time for much else. it would be midnight when she left the building and nearing 1 am when she got home. she started going to bed at 3 am after trying to squeeze more time for studies. this resulted in her doing her homework during breaks. then during dinner.

soon haeun wasn’t taking care of herself anymore.

no one seemed to notice. most trainees seem to look dead in the face after some time. they’re tired and overworked. haeun just blended in with the rest. the one who did notice though? trainer hyesung.

trainer hyesung was strict when it came to his practise drills. that didn’t mean he lacked empathy. he did show them that he cared for their well being. he had the brotherly air to him. strict but caring. blunt but sweet. he had caught haeun swaying in the practise room, barely able to keep herself standing. she was dizzy and tired. her body felt weak. somehow, she felt nauseous despite the lack of anything in her system. it occurred to her that she should go to the vending machines for a snack but everything turned black.

when haeun awakes she’s resting on the couch in one of the training rooms with an ice pack on her forehead and snacks placed on the table next to her. she gets a blood rush from sitting up too fast and she groans.

“lay down,” hyesung says, handing her a bottle of chilled water. it wasn’t freezing but it was colder than room temperature. “drink slowly. then make sure you eat some of that food i got you. the sandwich should fill you up but only eat half. you don’t want to upset your stomach from eating too much at once.”

haeun just stares at him in disbelief and nods. there’s no point in arguing. it’s easy for her to piece together that she had fainted. her mother always said that if she doesn’t take a break, her body will take a break for her. she can guess her body finally gave out on her. she curses to herself as she drinks. she didn’t realise she was pushing her limits.

hyesung gives her some time to get her bearings. although he stares intently the whole time she’s feeding herself. the staring unnerves her but she knows better than to complain after hyesung took care of her so diligently. his eyes narrow. haeun could practically see the wheels turning in his head.

“why haven’t you been eating?” his tone is sharp and clipped. he’s disappointed in her. haeun could hear it in her voice. it makes her feel guilty. “don’t tell me it’s for a ridiculous reason.”

haeun sighs, “i keep forgetting.” hyseung doesn’t look convinced. “i swear! i was so focused on getting school work done that i just skipped my meals and—”

“are you out of your mind? you do not skip meals. your grades are not more important than your health!” haeun winces. she doesn’t like it when people raised their voice at her (or express disappointment). she’s too much of a people pleaser. other than making her wildly uncomfortable (read: anxious), it makes her want to cry. hyesung continues regardless.

“if you are struggling to balance training and school then you reduce one or the other. if you do not want to quit training then unfortunately you have to reduce your schooling. go part time. it will take longer but you won’t be sacrificing your health. there are proper channels to go about this, haeun, but starving yourself is not one of them.”

haeun feels like the size of an ant. her hands are shaking but she’s unsure if it’s from hyesung reprimanding her or her body’s reaction to the lack of nutrients. either way her eyes brim with tears and she has to fight back the sob when she speaks again. “it was an accident. i promise i wasn’t doing it on purpose.”

hyesung sighs. he knows. he knows haeun was an honest girl that never did things like this on purpose. even if she was, he believes that she was sorry. she didn’t mean to worry anyone. he believed her.

“just don’t do it again. i can’t always be there to catch you before you drop to the floor.”

haeun nods. hyesung leaves her shortly after that, telling her to rest up for at least twenty minutes before returning to practise. haeun makes sure to eat everything he had provided her. after the time had passed she was feeling better but she took it easy that day just in case. the first thing on her itinerary tomorrow was to drop a class or two. she wasn’t going to disappoint hyesung a second time.

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[megan-bopo-journey]

15th December

This morning was a tough morning with coeliac stuff. I'm feeling extremely anxious about glutening myself being pregnant but also this weird imposter syndrome just thinking about how relaxed I've been with this diet and yet I still fell pregnant and have seemed to maintain the pregnancy so far. I'm also 11 weeks which is when mum and Beth both lost their first pregnancies. I feel like because I havent been careful enough with my diet that I 'should' experience a miscarriage too, even though that's not how it works.

I have my work xmas party tonight and even though I called and confirmed they know what cross contamination is and how to avoid it I'm still scared that they'll react badly, or it'll bring up sympathy from my colleagues that I just cant deal with right now. I still have no idea if I'll go to Ash's thing, I'm leaning towards yes but I am feeling exhausted because I then have the thing on Sunday which again is around food and not a lot of time to set myself up for the week. I'm so thankful I only have one week left of work because between the anxiety with this pregnancy, anxiety coming up to social events with coeliac while trying to work I am TIRED!! Tired of making the decision of bringing my own food or asking all the coeliac questions and taking the risk, tired of thinking of what to eat all the time and meal prepping. Yesterday I got Roll'd and immediately regretted it because I KNOW it's a may contain and I should avoid it. But I was starving and didn't want to buy snacks I just wanted a proper lunch for once! And then I felt guilty and so worried I'm hurting my baby because I just can't manage how fucking strict this diet is. I hate how much stress this time of year brings because it all revolves around food which means me having to make decisions that I never asked to make. I feel like it isn't this hard for most people and I don't know why I just can't get past it. I'll be fine during quiet periods where there's not as much social events but as soon as there is I burn out so quickly. I tried to promise myself to follow up with 'treats' after events however when looking into it I don't always have time for solo dates and I still have to advocate for myself even if the restaurant is known for being coeliac safe. I'm getting my hair done on Monday (which is funny because I also had a hair appt after the retreat thing that was stressing me out so much) and apart from christmas day and the 27th that'll be it for food events for the year. Perhaps I just need to focus on doing the best I can to survive the end of the year mental health wise even if I can't advocate for myself every time and hopefully the new year I can focus on it more.

PLAN:

Tonight: "Just letting you know that I have coeliac which is like a severe gluten allergy, just wondering if you would be able to prevent cross contamination with the other pizzas when making mine?"

Tomorrow: Bring my food, just tell people "it's just easier", always the option to leave if it gets too hard. really think about whether I want to attend these events next year (this will be a good therapy topic) -this will be the hardest event, I want to push myself to at least try and go and I'll be relieved it's over but also proud of myself for going.

Sunday: I feel confident eating Elizabeth's mousakka and will be providing the pav so I know I'll get a safe dessert :) Be mindful with the crackers and dip etc.

Monday: get things to make chicken wraps for the week

Thursday: suggest non-food things with Navin e.g. starbucks, walk the river if she wants, nails done? tell her I am scared of getting glutened since getting preg

Xmas day: hard to control/predict, just do the best I can

27th: offer to order the chicken and let them know someone eating it has coeliac/severe gluten allergy

28th: unsure if I'll go, decide before xmas and just decline invitation.

Oh yes and thank god I have therapy on Wednesday!!