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licorice-tea · 2 months

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You Feel Right; Stay A Sec

Pairing: Trafalgar Law x reader

Content: pining, yearning, wanting, and needing <3 no smut just fluff! kissing and smooching, just one mention of “going further”! reader is a heart pirate and likes reading :)

Word Count: 1.4k

A/N: it’s been a while since i wrote something for my man (Law <3) so i had fun with this😇☝️inspired by lyrics from the song “Hostage” by billie eilish… i love writing based on songs, it’s probably bc i have music playing 24/7 in either my headphones or on a speaker, and i just love music! so it’s easy to get inspo or create scenarios while listening to it, yk? anyway, hope you enjoy! <3

I wanna be alone

Danger around every corner, piles of work, tasks demanding his attention, and crew members in need of their captain’s opinion are all sources of constant stress for one Trafalgar Law. It’s not that he doesn’t love being a surgeon; it’s his passion, nor his crew; they’re the closest thing he has to a family now. It's just that his battery in all aspects- social, mental, physical- is constantly drained.

The only things keeping him going are steaming cups of black coffee and the rare moments of quiet before he passes out on top of his comforter. And, no matter what form the momentarily relief from life takes, it most always comes when Law is alone. He prefers it that way, anyway.

Alone with you, does that make sense?

He prefers being alone, really. Which is why nothing about you makes sense. Right off the bat, Law has felt differently around you than others. He made an effort not to show that difference in opinion no matter how strong it came to be at times.

Times like now, where sleep eludes Law despite how damn tired he is. For whatever reason, all he wants is to hold something- no, someone… you. Law wants to hold you. Or maybe you could hold him, who cares about the specifics?

Law flips on his stomach and groans into his pillow. This is new territory. He’s never wanted someone the way he wants you. A partner to hold close on nights like these, or to simply be alone with.

I wanna steal your soul

He has considered, on multiple occasions, telling you how he feels. But Law would never actually do such a thing. It would be a complicated and messy affair, surely, thanks to your positions. (His as your captain and yours as his subordinate.) And he wouldn’t want you to feel like you had to accept his confession, either.

Still… he wishes you were his, in every way a person could give themself to another.

And hide you in my treasure chest

At least you’re on his crew. You’re always nearby, should he need you, which he often does. Sometimes, Law likes to call you into his office for a made up reason. “Y/n-ya,” he’d say, “give me a rundown on tomorrow’s conditions at sea.” Though you’re not the navigator of the ship, you still know plenty about seafaring, so you’d comply. Then he’d find some other trivial matter to discuss, or offer you a new book so you could later exchange thoughts on it. Just something- anything to keep you around as long as possible. It’s so much more peaceful with you.

I don't know what to do

But how to make your role in his life a more permanent one? Law hasn’t a clue. Tonight, like many others, you sit on a couch in Law’s office. Neither of you speak, but the atmosphere is calm and comfortable.

Or it should be. Law discreetly looks your way every few minutes, then every few seconds. His eyes follow the way yours scan side to side over a page of your book. From the lines of your jaw and neck, to stray hairs falling over the curve of your cheek.

The usually undetectable tension seems to be coming to a point tonight, and Law doesn’t know how to resolve it. But he wants to, almost as much as he wants you.

So, for once in his life, he moves without much planning. Law rises from his desk and crosses the room to sit beside you. He (stiffly) puts his arm around the back of the couch. Naturally, you give him a perplexed look- it’s not like Law to suddenly reach out like this, physically or otherwise.

“Good book?”

“Yeah, thanks for recommending it.”

“For sure.”

“…Is that all?”

He nods, then pulls his hat lower over his eyes. Silently, he makes a plan to abort this failed mission.

Luckily, you stop him and take the initiative.

To do with your kiss on my neck

Law lifts his arm back off the couch and over you. But, you gently grab his wrist before he can go any farther. “Law, is there… You know you can tell me anything, right?”

Again, he simply nods. A moment of silently staring into each other’s eyes passes, and he leans forwards extremely hesitantly. Your hand moves from his wrist and tentatively rests on his shoulder. Still, Law doesn’t break eye contact (for once in his life), continuing to lean forward at a painfully slow pace. So you allow your hand to travel up to the side of his neck.

“You can kiss me.”

He nods again slightly, “I know. I- I will.”

I don't know what feels true

At long last, Law places a featherlight kiss on the corner of your lips. It’s an unsure, awkward action, but welcome nonetheless. His lips linger on yours, not quite aligned for a moment. Despite your breath being held, you allow your eyes to close and savor the feeling. You want more than this chaste kiss from him, of course, but you’d take your time with it. Law isn’t the kind of man you’d want to have a touch and go experience with. No, he’s the kind the one that you want to savor. The one that you want to take your relationship slow and steady with as he wants, and as a result get to spend even longer in his company.

When he pulls away, you can’t help but smile. Law’s parted lips close into the gentle curve of a smile as well, his usual smirk appearing much more bashful. The two of you lean back into each other. Your noses are nudged and warm breaths mingle before your lips can meet again.

But this feels right, so stay a sec

Law realizes he’s never done this before; kissing. But now, he’s hooked. He still doesn’t really know if he’s doing it correctly; if you’re enjoying the experience as much as he is, but it feels good. Therefore, he must be doing something right. Plus you only pull away from him to take breaths before immediately returning your lips to where they belong (on his), which confirms his hopes.

What started as a sweet and slow kiss ends up becoming a much hotter make out session. Months of pent up attraction and feelings for each other spill over, out of your mouth into his (and vice versa.) He’s the first to swipe his tongue across your bottom lip and get you to open up, and proceeds to groan into your mouth in a way that’s surprisingly communicative of how strongly he feels. It gets to the point where, besides your hands roaming over each others backs, you feel that your saliva must also be permanently entangled.

But all good things must come to an end. You pull back completely so that you and Law are properly facing each other, rather than within kissing range. “Law, I… We should talk about this. Before we go any farther.”

His face heats up at the implication; he hadn’t even thought that far ahead, too lost in your sweet taste, warm skin, and soft lips to do so. He nods and just murmurs, “Okay, let’s just keep doing this.”

You agree and kiss him without another word.

Yeah, you feel right, so stay a sec

When you do both finally wind down, and are left as nothing but half-sleep puddles in each other’s arms, Law murmurs something unintelligible into your hair.

Silence passes, though you can practically hear the gears in Law’s head turning. Finally, he speaks his mind. “Don’t go.”

A smile graces your features. How pleasantly surprising it is to have your captain- possibly the most closed off man you’d ever known- asking for you to stay. Of course, you hum in negation. “Wasn’t planning on it.”

His arms seem to tighten around you- though whether it’s reflexively or to keep you close, you’re unsure. “Good.” Then, Law murmurs something unintelligible against you.

“Hm?” He can feel the vibration on your lips against the side of his face more than he can hear it. That’s how closely you’re pressed into him.

Law clears his throat. “You feel right.”

“So do you.”

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chloeangelic · 9 months

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Reflection of the Moon,

Ch 6 - Eyes on me

Joel Miller x f!reader

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Series summary: An affair and resulting pregnancy with Joel in post-outbreak Jackson forces you both to reflect on what it means to forgive.

Chapter summary: You and Joel settle into your new roles and your new routine.

Warnings: Smut, age gap (reader is 28, Joel is 52), ass play, fingering, pregnant sex, creampie, fluff, extreme domestic vibes.

Word count: 4.5k Rating: 18+ AO3

A/N: This isn't very long, but it's my favorite chapter so far. I love when Joel is hot and overbearing and I love their dynamic.

All Joel seems to do is work; work to contribute to the community in Jackson, work to make his house a safe place for a baby, and work for your forgiveness, for your love, for you to let him be a present father, a good partner, even a husband if you let him propose to you. He made you promise to let him take care of you, feed you, keep you company, walk you places - overbearing already, not even a new father yet, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

The thought of you having a lack of anything makes him incredibly stressed, incredibly worried and incredibly distracted when he’s out on patrol. He desperately needs to know that you have every little thing you need, whether it’s a safe home or a snack in your bag or a sweater to wear or someone to keep you warm at night. The same routine every morning you leave his house, your lunch, your books, socks, sweater, keys, and you’re coming over for dinner, okay? Come straight here when school’s out and if you ain’t here by five, I’ll come lookin’ for you.

And when you arrive at his house fifteen minutes late, saying you ran into Abby and Owen and got to chatting; the roll of his eyes, his head shaking, ”Out of control little lady, always got me worried about you”. You roll your eyes at him back, muttering helicopter husband, smoothing your hand down his shoulder while you look at the food he has cooking on the stove. His hand comes up to grab your jaw, tilting your face up to look at him with innocent eyes, batting your eyelashes and stifling a giggle. If you were a good girl and did as you were told, I wouldn’t have to be overbearing, would I now?

“It’s more fun when you chase me around,” you say, twisting and turning in his grip so you lean your back into his chest, and his hand falls to your stomach, rubbing his palm over your steadily growing bump and running his nose up and down the side of your neck, oh, I bet. You grab the spatula to free up his other hand, and stir around the pan a little, chuckling to yourself, “Imagine how hard your life will be when there’s two of me running around you gotta keep track of.” Don’t remind me, you hear him mutter into your skin, followed by a huff of a laugh.

Then, after a moment, “You know I’m gonna be the happiest man in the world, right?”, he whispers, and you can hear a little hint of a sniffle as he buries his face in your hair.

“Jesus, don’t tell me you’re fucking crying again, Joel,” you say, trying to sound surprised, annoyed, anything but painfully familiar with how much of a sap this man truly is.

You try to turn around to face him, but his strong arms have snuck under yours and wrapped around your belly, his face dug into the crook of your neck now, not letting you turn around, leaving you to no option but to stand there for a while, running your fingers through his hair, letting your nails drag through his beard on the way down as he kisses your jaw.

Despite having your class schedule written out and hanging on his fridge, Joel somehow manages to interrupt another few classes to drop off your lunch, his inability to remember when your lunch break is, now resulting in your students asking for Mr. Joel quite frequently, and being overjoyed when he comes in the door once again. You wave him in, reaching your hand out and tapping your fingers together like a crab, gimme gimme, gesturing at the lunchbox in his hand.

He seemed shy, very shy, the first two times he came in, but he seems to have softened over the last little while, opening up more and more, unable to hide his smile when the kids remember his name. You figure you might as well take a breather, and open the box on your desk to see a stack of pancakes, a little container of syrup, and a set of cutlery neatly wrapped up in a little cloth.

“How about-” you start to say as you drizzle the syrup, not paying your students or Joel any mind at all, smacking the tips of your fingers when you’re done pouring, “You all ask Joel anything you want, and I’ll sit here and eat my lunch."

And so you sit there, listening to their questions and his stories, enjoying your pancakes and looking up at this man, this beautiful and caring and responsible man, who is so good with children and teenagers, so attentive and patient and interested in everything they have to say. It makes your heart flutter and twist around itself, your baby refusing to stay still while you try to eat.

The girls in the front row, gossipy little chicks, giggle and look at you, then at Joel, then back at you, mocking you a little for how longingly you look at him. You don’t care, you could spend your entire day looking at him and listening to him talk, let his voice and his laugh fill your ears over and over. Your heart is about to burst when he tells a dad joke, a really shitty one, finally welcoming the role so warmly, excited about being a father again.

It comes especially close to bursting when he walks you home and those same little students from the interrupted classes come up and tug at his jacket, wanting to tell him a joke, or a little story, about them or the class or their family, talking to him as if he were their uncle.

He crouches down and entertains them as you stand and watch, hear him laugh as they say, “My dad thinks you're scary but I think you're very nice, Mr Joel.” Despite his size, despite his grumpy demeanor, most of the time, and his ability to be downright terrifying, he is so, so gentle with them, speaking in a voice you’ve never heard from him, one that makes your insides melt, verging on cooing as he speaks the youngest ones.

“Why are you such a dad?”, you ask as you walk away from the school, your hand locked in his, keeping you warm.

He shrugs, a careful smile tugging at the corner of his lips, “It’s all I know how to be."

Jesus, he mutters as steps inside, looking at himself in the mirror and running his fingers through his hair. “You mind givin’ me haircut?”. he asks, “I got scissors in the bathroom somewhere.”

You rummage around in the bathroom and listen to him starting dinner downstairs, moving to his bedroom when you’ve ransacked the medicine cabinet and cupboards to no avail. Your rummaging efforts move onto the dresser, carefully sliding a large drawer open to see a stack of baby books, parenting books, probably thirty years old, twenty at best. You pick them up one by one, flipping through to discover his bookmarks near the end of all four of them.

Your eyes flutter closed and you take a few deep breaths, trying to keep the tears at bay as they press up against your waterline. He’s not leaving, he’s not leaving, he’s not leaving. You think it over and over, whisper it to yourself so you don’t forget. He’s here, and he’s not leaving, and he’s going to be there for you just like he said he would. He loves you and he loves your baby and he’s not leaving.

Realizing you have to get these books out of your field of vision before you start sobbing, you carefully stack them where they were and move onto the next drawer, finding the scissors immediately. As you walk down the stairs and see Joel in the kitchen, you fight the urge to throw yourself at him and tell him that you accidentally snooped and found the books, that you’re so relieved and happy you want to cry, that you love him so much and you forgive him and you don’t want to be away from him for as much as a day ever again.

So you snip the scissors a few times as you enter the room and point them towards a chair, motion for him to sit down and position yourself between his legs. You feel his hands sweeping up the back of your leggings as you comb through his hair, sliding up and along your curves and coming to rest on the sides of your bump, his thumbs tracing over his own flannel shirt that you’re wearing. You straighten out one section at a time and carefully cut it, letting it go to make sure it falls into a perfect arrangement.

You can see his eyes on you the entire time you're combing through his brown and silver curls, trimming them one by one and wrapping them around your fingers to lay them down. Neither of you say anything, the scratch of the scissors the only sound in the room as you furrow your brow in concentration and his eyes soften as he looks at you, the mother of his baby, the love of his life.

There’s no way of telling how much time is going by as you meticulously make your way through all of those thick, beautiful curls, but you hear Ellie’s door open and close, then open and close again through the window before you’re done. Thank you, mama he murmurs, and you don’t get the chance to say anything before he gets a little kick to this hand in response. You can’t help but giggle and close your eyes, flustered by your baby always giving you away when you try to play it cool with their father.

“You know I’ll do anything for you, right, angel?”, he asks with a serious expression as you put the scissors down. I do, you smile, your voice barely a whisper as you twist your fingers through his hair. “I’ll give you anything you need, anything you want, you just have to tell me,” he says as his hands find your hips, pulling you down into his lap and resting on your lower back.

You look at each other for a while, nuzzling your noses together, touching each other's hair, shoulders, and hands in silence before he asks, “Will you move in with me?”

“You want me to?”, you ask in a lousy attempt at being sneaky, feeling your heart flutter at his proposal.

“I know things aren’t a hundred percent between us and I don't want you to feel like I’m pressurin’ you to forgive me, I just- I want to at least try to be a family, us three, and Ellie," he threads his fingers through yours and squeezes your palms, pulling you closer, “We can share my bedroom, or you can even get your own, I- I just need you to live with me so I know you're safe, so I can feed you, so I’m there when the baby comes.”

You look at the little wrinkles forming around his eyes as he smiles, and you avert your eyes in an attempt not to giggle. “And I know you're lazy with your meals on weekends,” he says with a chuckle, playing with your hair, “Just wanna make sure you’re okay.” He carefully wraps his hand around your jaw, looks into your eyes and gives you a kiss, not letting go as you part.

“Will you?”, he asks, sounding on the verge of concern, “Please?”.

You nod as you snake your arms around him, whispering your answer into his ear, of course I will, I’d love to, and feeling him squeeze you gently in response.

You find yourself awake in the middle of the night, the moon shining outside the window and the house completely quiet. You shift around a little and try to get back to sleep, sticking your foot under Joel’s wide back as you lay on your side, hoping that the warmth of his skin will soothe you to sleep, but minutes go by and you feel awake as ever, prompting you to carefully whisper,

Joel? Are you awake?

Yeah, you hear from his side of the bed, before he shifts around, finding you under the duvet and pulling you into him, wrapping your leg around his hip and resting your head on his bicep. “Couldn’t sleep?”, he asks softly, brushing the hair away from your face and neck, and you shake your head in response. “Me neither,” he says, putting his arm around your back.

You lay there for a few minutes, looking at each other, scratching his beard with your nails and giving a few soft kisses to the underside of his jaw. His eyes are heavy with sleep but his attention is on you, and you can tell he won’t allow himself to sleep again until you’re peacefully knocked out in his embrace.

“What animal would you be in another life?”, you whisper, twirling one of his freshly cut, bouncy curls around your finger while he brushes your spine with his fingertips, tracing all the way up, then all the way down, over the curve of your ass and along the back of your thigh.

“Maybe a pistol shrimp,” he responds after a moment of reflection. A ridiculous answer from a ridiculous man.

“What the fuck?”, you mutter, trying to keep it down even though you’re the only two people in the house, “Why would you want that? Seems like a terribly meaningless existence." The room is relatively dark, but the moonlight shining through the window illuminates him enough for you to see the unamused expression on his face.

“Ain’t nothin’ wrong with being a shrimp,” he clicks his tongue disapprovingly, “What’s the matter with you? Don't judge.” He tickles your side and pulls you closer, wrapping his arm around your waist and tucking your belly into the softness of his stomach, your baby seemingly still asleep despite the sound and touch of their father usually eliciting a barrage of kicks.

“How do you think they feel, huh?”, he whispers into your ear, chuckling a little under his breath as the words leave his mouth, “Knowing some lady out there is wonderin’ why anyone would wanna be a shrimp?”

Weirdo, you roll your eyes and he rolls his back, mockingly.

“What would you be?”, he asks.

You take a moment to think, “I don't know… Maybe a raccoon, they're pretty cute.”

He nods a little, “You act like a raccoon.”

“Ah,” you gasp, trying to sound insulted but knowing he’s probably right.

“What?”, he gently takes your hand and squeezes it, rubbing his thumb into your palm, “Grabby little hands all over my fridge and cupboards, can barely keep snacks in there, they always get stolen somehow.” He raises his eyebrows at you, waiting for you to defend your not-so-subtle thievery.

“It could be Ellie,” you finally say, blinking and biting the tip of your tongue, trying to give him the most innocent eyes you can.

“She's an honest thief, unlike you,” he scolds with false severity, looking at you with piercing eyes.

“Respect my hustle, god damn it,” you whisper through your teeth, “I'm pregnant and constantly hungry, do you have any idea what that’s like?” Your baby starts kicking at that, and Joel laughs, calmly and deeply in his chest, kissing and chuckling against your hairline as he feels the little kicks to the the skin of his stomach. “Someone agrees with me” he says and starts rubbing your belly.

“Mama’s a real thief, isn't she?”, he murmurs, looking down between you and caressing the side of your bump. “Steals my snacks, steals my heart, steals all my time. But I’ll give her anything”, he looks up at you as he slides his hand over your asscheek and squeezes, “Anything she needs, I’ll give to her. Cause she’s my world, I’m not sure if she knows that.”

You maintain a shared gaze for a while, his hand still following the tiny kicks and his smile never leaving his face. You’re so in love with him, so lost in the feel of his warmth surrounding you, keeping you safe.

You run your hand over his thick shoulder, down his arm, feeling his muscles bulging out and the soft veins running on top of them. He’s so warm, like your own personal furnace, and his face is so soft, the wrinkle between his eyebrows merely a crease now, but the little lines by his eyes are more apparent than ever from how much he’s smiling. You card your fingers through his hair, seeing how his eyes flutter shut at your touch, before he opens them again and you can see the fire in them all of a sudden. “What do you need, mama?”, he asks with his lips on your neck, leaving wet kisses up and down your skin.

“Just you, always you,” you purr as your hand traces up his arm to wrap around the back of his neck.

“I’m here, angel,” he whispers and rubs his nose against yours, “You gonna have my baby?”

Mhmm, you nod, keeping your face close to his. That’s right, he says under his breath, “You're so beautiful, I love seeing you like this.”

The hand on your belly finds the back of your head, his thumb reaching under your jaw to tilt your face up and back, letting him kiss you, letting him lick into your mouth deeper and deeper as you roll your hips along his thigh. He pulls you closer by your hips, and his hand moves down to the front of your panties, gently tracing along your seam, a little whimper coming from your throat, desperately pleading for him to touch you properly.

The sound clearly amuses him and he pulls down the front of the fabric just enough to slip his hand in and find your clit, starting to gently rub. “Feels good?”, he whispers as you dig your face into his neck, murmuring, very, as he finds the right spot and moves in slow little circles. He noses your hairline and your cheek as he dips into your opening, slides a single finger in, all the way to the knuckle, just to hear you whimper again when he retracts it, and uses your wetness to slide the pad of his finger around your clit, refusing to speed up despite your hips bucking and your moans getting more desperate.

“Calm down, baby, just relax,” he whispers, “Focus on your breathing. You’ll come, don’t gotta worry, just enjoy it.”

You take a deep breath and stop squirming, hear his voice in your ear, good girl, and just feel him gently rub you as your clit swells with arousal, getting more sensitive every time he gathers more slick and continues to stimulate you slowly.

“You’re gettin’ close, though, huh, baby?”, he murmurs, and you nod carefully, your eyes closed and your leg laying over his hip completely limp. It feels like every nerve in your entire torso is being stimulated, little waves of pleasure emanating from where he’s touching you, until you slowly reach your peak and your orgasm washes over your entire body, muscles tensing tightly then going slack and loose. Atta girl.

You pull back from the dark, warm space of his neck as he gently works his fingers inside you, and you kiss him softly, biting his bottom lip a little. “Will you fuck me now? Please?”, you plead, batting your lashes at him, “I did as you told me to, didn’t I?”

He chuckles a little as he slides your panties off and carefully opens your legs, removes his own boxers and places your leg back over his hip, teasing the head of his cock along your slit, lifting his head enough to watch your hips wind up against him.

“Eyes on me, angel, eyes on me,” he whispers as he wraps his hand around your jaw and angles it up, forcing you to look at him while he slides deep into you, hitting the very end of your pussy, watching your brows knitting and your mouth hanging open. He has you in a complete trance, his eyes dark as ever, somehow still visible in the low light of his bedroom, and you can’t look away as your gaze is lost in his.

You’ve never felt closer to him than you do now, completely wrapped up in him and filled by him, his overwhelmingly big and muscular body setting the pace, his thick cock rocking into you. You love being at his mercy, being soft for him and letting him touch and lick and rub and fuck any part of you he wants. He knows your body like the back of his hand, knows just when he's hitting the right spot, when you're getting close, and when you need him to murmur filthy little words of encouragement to make you come.

Just like that, he praises as he grinds into you, angling his body so his pelvis rubs your clit. Your little nub has been aching and throbbing for attention again already, fucking hormones and the mere presence of this painfully gorgeous man, finally getting relief as you feel the pressure from his groin pulling at your skin and exposing the most sensitive part of you to him. His thick hair tickles your outer lips and the constant friction on your clit gets you closer with little whimpers of his name. He keeps grinding, holding your jaw and looking into your eyes until your pussy flutters around him and you start squirming, hearing the rumble in his chest while you come on him. Such a good girl for me, huh? he whispers, and you moan, long and drawn out and guttural, his name somewhere in the mix but barely coherent.

You muster up the energy to say what’s been on your mind since you woke up, what you’ve been meaning to tell him for a while now, since it dawned on you that he isn’t leaving, that he isn’t scared anymore, that all he wants is to be with you and be exactly what you and your baby need. There they are, right on the tip of your tongue, the words he’s been waiting to hear, falling from your lips while you take him deep inside you, suck him in and squeeze around him, I forgive you. I forgive you, Joel. He watches you as you ride the waves, his face softening as he cranes his neck down to whisper I love you so much, my angel, I’ll always love you, for the rest of my life and forever, I love you while you shake and tremble and dig your nails into his back. You murmur a weak I love you too before you turn into putty under him.

“Can- can you fuck me deeper?”, you ask in the form of an exasperated whisper.

“You always want me deeper, don’t you?”, he’s so amused. He pulls you close, splaying his large hand over the small of your back, caressing your skin with his thumb. You giggle, mhmmm, and he pulls out of you, then uses both hands to gently flip you over onto your hands and knees, running his palms along the length of your back, stuffing a pillow under you to make sure you’re comfortable, and pressing kisses all the way down your spine.

He slides back into you, smooths his hands across the globes of your ass while you adjust to the angle, and waits to hear you moan into the pillow before he speeds up, starting to pull your hips back onto him while he slams into you. He pauses for a second, spits a glob of saliva down onto your asshole and rubs it in with his thumb before slowly pressing his finger into you, hearing you groan in pleasure as he pushes it further in. The stretch and pressure makes your clit ache and your walls clench around him, whining for him to go faster, faster, please, while you bring your hand to yourself and start rubbing.

“Fuck, baby, so tight,” he groans, “Rub that little clit for me, lemme feel you come around my cock." You try to moan in agreement, an incoherent mess at this point as you touch yourself with a shaky hand, feeling his cock hit just the right spot over and over and over, making you arch your back to take him deeper, as deep as he wants. My beautiful, good girl, so pretty he coos, pushing his thumb a little deeper, and you’re close, speeding up your movements until you come with a violent, full-body jerk, your asshole fluttering around his finger, and collapse onto your chest, legs only held up by Joel’s arm around your hips, folding you in half.

“Can’t get over how beautiful you are,” he murmurs, “The moment I saw you I thought you were the prettiest little thing I’d ever seen.” He squeezes the flesh of your ass with both hands, bending down to kiss between your shoulder blades while he sits back on his heels and pulls you into his lap, snaking an arm across your front to lift you up a little and wrap his hand around your throat while he fucks up into you slowly. You grab his thighs and lean your head back onto his shoulder, closing your eyes and enjoying how deep he is inside you, right where you crave him.

“You feel so good, baby, so good,” he whispers, grunting and groaning as he slides his hand down your belly, coming down to right above your mound and pushing into your bump. You move together, feeling the energy circulating between you as you tilt your head sideways and catch his lips in yours, panting into each other while he pistons into you. “You’re gonna make me come, my love,” he murmurs into your mouth, and you squeeze as much as you can around him while he gives you a final thrust, and his warm, smooth load fills you while his cock throbs and pulsates deep in you, his accompanying growl creating goosebumps all over your body.

“Are- are we together for real now?”, you ask with a hint of a laugh, “Can I call you my boyfriend?”

Joel scowls at you, smiling as she rolls his eyes. “I'm insulted if you haven't already,” he says, and you snort in response.

“What?” he asks, looking at your lips and back up at your eyes.

“I kinda already did… To my nosy students,” you admit, no louder than a whisper.

“Of course you did,” he mutters as he starts wrapping the duvet around you, “I’ll go make breakfast, just stay here till I come get you, okay, angel?”

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thefallennightmare · 7 months

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Miracle-two

(gif created by me, the fallen nightmare. feel free to use, simply give credit)

Pairings: Noah Sebastian x Reader

Warnings/Tropes: forced proximity, slight enemies to lovers, slow burn, smut, angst, fluff, mentions of death, and swearing.

Summary: Reader is the merch girl for Bad Omens. It wasn't what she wanted to do with her life but when her mother got sick with Alzheimer's, reader took a job where she could to help with the costs. She thought it would be a one-time gig but the longer she was on the road with them, the harder she fell for Noah Sebastian; even if he wanted nothing to do with her. She needed a miracle to save her mom and her future.

Authors Note: Tags are open if anyone is interested!

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"How is she?"

I clutched my phone between my shoulder and ear as I carried the box of merch to the table that was set up inside the venue.

"This morning was rough, but we managed."

"Yeah it was like that the other night," I sighed.

Three days ago, after I came home to the lingering smell of gas in the house, I decided that no matter how much it cost I would hire a live-in nurse to stay with my mom while I was on the road. It would only be for one month then once the tour was over, I would quit and find a job that let me be home with her. That night, I woke up in the middle of the night from screaming coming from the front yard and that's where I found my mom only wearing her underwear standing in the middle of the yard. It was cold and her blue lips were trembling, guilt ate away at me because I didn't know how long she was out there. I think she must have been in a catatonic state and woke herself out of it with her screams.

Then the night before I left for tour, I woke up to my mom looming over me in my bed with a bat clutched tightly in her hands. She didn't recognize me and threatened to beat me with the bat if I didn't get out of her house. It took a soft voice and calmness but I coaxed her back into bed, the fear of my life eating away at my insides.

Of course, when I hired the nurse, I was one hundred percent upfront with her about all the bad. The nurse, Lana, never cringed or ran out like I thought she would. She was a few years younger than my mom and worked with Alzheimer's patients for longer than I'd been alive. She was used to patients like this; it wasn't anything she couldn't handle. Which is why in one week, I needed to send her first paycheck.

$850.

Every week, for five weeks.

It may have not seemed like a lot but for someone who struggles to pay their bills already, it was a lot. My pay for being a merch girl barely covered it and I didn't get paid until the tour ended. To say I was stressing about how to pay Lana was an understatement.

"She's resting in her room right now." Lana's voice brought me back to our conversation.

I chewed roughly on my bottom lip. "Is the door locked?"

"Don't worry, dear. I'll take good care of your mother while you're gone. Enjoy the time away."

"Please call me for anything, no matter the time," I stressed while letting the box fall to the floor at my feet.

The sound echoed through the room and I waved off the stares from Davis and Matt, who looked at me with raised brows. Lana and I talked for a few more moments before I reluctantly hung up, knowing I had to get to work. Noah was already upset with me being late getting to the venue, the last thing I needed was to get caught slacking off. It took me a long while to gain the courage to leave my mom, much to the pushing from Lana, and I ended up missing the call time for the bus to leave. I texted Davis an emergency came up and I would take a cab to the first city. It was only two hours away but the hole that burned in my wallet because of how much it cost continued to gnaw away at me.

So instead of dwelling on it, I focused my attention on getting my area set up. The table with our credit card machine, a jar for tips, and then the fence-like wall where I'd hang up every merch that we had while the boxes lined the floor at my feet. I set my area up on the other end of the ballroom where the guys would perform in which meant I could watch their set. It was like that sometimes but other times, I would be placed outside the room and wouldn't get to watch; not that I ever cared too in the past. It was our first show of the tour and I wanted everything to look perfect, not giving a reason for anyone to get upset with me being late.

No one cared, I knew that, but the nagging voice in my brain wouldn't shut up.

"Need any help?"

Turning on my heels, I gave a small smile to Bryan and shook my head. "I'm all finished, thank you though."

He returned my smile with one of his own, his camera slung around his neck. "Mind if I snap a few pics?"

"Not at all," I shook my head. "Just don't get any of me, I haven't showered yet."

Since I was late, I had the cab driver drop me off at the venue, not having time to check into the hotel we would stay at tonight to shower. Our next show was in two days about ten hours away so we weren't in a rush to get there.

Bryan chuckled while snapping a few pictures of the merch area.

"Well, I'm sure you can sneak away for a bit."

I groaned, the thought of a shower making me smile. "Tell Matt if he needs me to text me?"

With a quick wave goodbye, I gathered my things and quietly slipped away from the hustle and bustle of everyone setting up for the show.

With the two trays full of coffee in my hands, I entered the venue through the back way and made my way towards the ballroom where I knew everyone would be. I was only gone for less than two hours, using that time to get a quick nap and freshen up for tonight. Davis texted me a long order of coffee, almost everyone wanting some sort of caffeine. Thankfully, he also sent me the money to cover paying for it.

I made some small talk as I handed Matt, Bryan, and Davis their coffee. Ruffilo and Folio came by to grab their orders while Jolly, who opted out of coffee with a shake of his head.

"Who's the last coffee for?" I asked.

"Noah," Jolly answered. "He's up on stage if you want to bring it to him."

I'd rather pour this hot coffee over my head than go talk to him.

I haven't seen him since I got the call from the fire department. He over heard the conversation, knowing something happened with my mom, but I didn't know if he would bring it up. Hopefully, he'll take his coffee and go back to whatever he was doing.

"Sure," I forced a smile on my face.

With his coffee in hand, I walked up onto the stage where I saw Noah standing looking over to the empty floor. Hearing me walk up, he peered over his shoulder at me. I did my best to not to gawk at his bare tattooed arms; the muscles tensing under his white tank top.

"Your coffee," I raised it towards him.

As he took it, our fingers brushed and the spark that shot through me made my toes curl. If Noah felt it too, he gave nothing away. With my back turned to him, I was about to walk away when his voice halted me.

"How's your mom?"

That's a loaded question.

"Uh, she's fine," I did my best to have a straight face, not wanting to give anything away. "She locked herself out of the house the other day and tried getting in through a window. A neighbor thought she was breaking in."

I was shocked in myself at how easily I came up with that lie.

"Good," Noah nodded.

Silence fell between us for a few beats and deciding that the conversation was over, I walked back over to the merch stand doing my best to ignore the burning gaze at my back as footsteps followed close. Noah was following me not stopping when we reached the merch stand.

"What are you doing?" I asked when I saw him riffling through one of the open boxes on the floor.

His eyes roamed over me, taking in every inch of me with his static gaze then pulled out a shirt and handed it to me. When I didn't take it, confused on his actions, he let out an annoyed breath.

"Either you change into this shirt or I'll do it for you, angel and I don't think you want others to see you," Noah said nodding to the group of guys a few feet away from us.

My cheeks burned hot as the blush spread everywhere over my skin because of that damn pet name. But I still didn't take the shirt from him, unsure why he wanted me to change.

"You never cared before if I wore one of your shirts during a show," I pointed out.

He shrugged. "Be a good girl and go change."

The way something rushed straight to my core shocked me. I never thought being called a good girl would turn me on the way it just had.

Licking my lips, something Noah watched intently, I carefully took the shirt from him and stalked over to the bathrooms to change.

Holy shit.

The ballroom was fucking packed, and I was running around like a madwoman at the merch stand for the last two hours. The openers finished their set, Bad Omens coming on soon, which meant everyone wanted to grab the last bit of merch before. I was so busy I barley had time to stop for two seconds to take a drink of water, something Jolly dropped off undetected by the fans before he went to the green room in the back.

"Here ya go. Enjoy the show tonight!" I gave a smile as I handed two shirts and a sweater to the couple in front of me.

With the few seconds I had between customers, I took a large gulp of water then made work of grabbing a ski mask and a shirt. It went on like this for another twenty minutes until darkness cascaded over the room, the opening sequences of Bad Omens set echoing around us. Finally, having more than two minutes for a break, I sat down on the table and took a deep breath. I pulled out my phone to send a quick text to Lana.

She didn't call which meant good news but that didn't stop me from checking in.

Your mom is fine, dear. I'll have her call you in the morning. I think hearing your voice might help her remember you.

After I responded, I shoved my phone back into my pocket and busied myself by cleaning up around my station as Bad Omens played their set. I didn't bother packing up because I knew once the show ended, more people would line up for merch. Before and after the show is the busiest time for merch. Every once in a while, I would watch Noah stomp, dance, and come alive on the stage as he sang or screamed his lyrics. By now he had lost the ski mask and jacket, donning his black cargo pants and black tank top. As much as seeing him in that mask made my pussy clench, seeing him in this outfit practically made me whine with want.

I'd been attracted to guys in the past, hooking up with a few but had nothing serious. Noah, however, was different. I'd never been this infatuated with someone even though he could be a dick to me sometimes.

No, don't think about his dick.

I shook those thoughts out of my head, not wanting to go down that dark tunnel of thoughts, and texted Davis wondering if he could cover me for a few minutes so I could go to the bathroom. Instead of responding, he showed up two minutes later with a smile.

"I'll even give you five minutes for a break," he said.

"My hero," I called out over the sudden screams while rolling my eyes.

Once in the somewhat quietness of the hallway, I stood there for a few seconds taking a deep breath. My ears rang from the screams and loud music so this bit of solace was nice; until I saw the line for the bathroom. Even with Bad Omens playing, it didn't stop people from rushing to the bathroom.

I knew there was one in the green room so turning around; I followed down the long hallway before slipping behind a door at the end. It was way quieter back here, a soft thump of the bass banging against the wall as I walked into the green room, feet halting when I noticed Noah in there alone, throwing back a water bottle in one large gulp. It was at the point of the show where they had a few minutes intermission.

"Who's at the table?" He asked breathless.

Ignoring how his skin glistened under the light, I pursed my lips. "Davis. I just need to use the bathroom but the line for the one in the hallway is insane."

Noah nodded before tossing the bottle in the garbage and I walked passed him towards the bathroom but his fingers grazed over the inside of my wrist, stopping me. I stared down where our skin touched then back up to his face. He said nothing, simply brushed a strand of hair away that fell into my eyes, his fingers lingering on the skin behind my ear. Having him this close to me was enveloping my senses; I could think straight and his scent was deep in my bones. My breath hitched at how close we were and if I didn't know any better, I thought he was going to lean in to kiss me until a persistent knock pounded on the door.

"Noah! Let's go, we're going to miss our mark!" Jolly's voice rang out as he opened the door.

The speed that Noah pushed away from me made my stomach drop. He clearly didn't want to get caught touching me.

Jolly looked between Noah and I. "Am I interrupting-."

"No," Noah shook his head, not letting Jolly finish. "I was grabbing something to drink. Ready?"

As fast as Noah moved away from me, I was alone in the room just staring at the ground below my feet.

"What the fuck was that?" I grumbled, forgetting the whole reason I came in here.

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jesuisstay · 1 year

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Lurch

Chan x bestfriend!Reader

Angst but then so cute and fluff I once again just wanted to hurt my own feelings Enjoy babes!

His figure was outlined in shadows on the couch, which normally would be terrifying but you had sensed it come. How could you not? You had barely spoken all week, something completely unheard of. When you went to dinner as a group, you chose to sit at the table with the younger boys as opposed to the one with Chan. It had thrown a myriad of looks across the table, you did your best just to bat them off like you couldn’t see them.

You weren’t waiting for him in the hallway when your classes let out. No foot tapping or hip jutting as you wait for him to wrap up conversation with his professor.

A stranger now filled the space he did on the subway, pressing you uncomfortably against other as you attempted to make yourself as small as possible. Your security blanket of him was gone.

But he knew the code to your apartment and the door man knew him. It was only matter of time until he took this into his own hands. Well more than then just calling and texting constantly.

You stop in your tracks, taking your time to put your items away before going to meet him in the living room.

“I think that you should have at least given me a heads up if you were gonna take it this far.”

“Oh would you actually answer that one, Y/N?” He stood up to see you, but the tense windup in his shoulders beat all the spite in his words before he had even turned to face you.

“No. You’re not throwing this back at me Christopher! You're not the one who gets upset right now.”

“Well when my best friend in the world cuts all communication from me and acts like I don’t exist, I think it calls for a more extreme approach.” Best friend, the words slapped you in the face harder than they had for the past months.

“I LET YOU KNOW EVERYTHING! I POURED MY HEART OUT TO YOU! I TOLD YOU EVERYTHING. Every happy thing, everything that hurt me, anything that scared me. I'll tell you what I get in return.” Your finger jabbed at him, poking his chest as you strode towards him in your anger.

“I heard that sample Changbin was playing, saying that you all were going to use it to make something huge. MY LYRICS CHRISTOPHER. YOU TOOK MY LYRICS WITHOUT EVEN TELLING! JUST TO TRY AND PITCH IT TO SOME MAJOR COMPANY TO MAKE A BIG BUCK.”

The anger from his face dropped immediately. Smack him, smug bastard. Your stomach revolted a bit with your mind thinking that. But you won’t lie that your heart was okay with the idea.

“Y/N, please just let me explain-“ He reached forward, attempting to hold your arm before you yank back, placing the coffee table between the two of you.

“I don’t think that there is anything you can say to make this better, Chris. What I want is for you to just leave me alone right now.”

“Y/N please,” You couldn’t even look him in the eye. You knew that would be your downfall. If you looked in those big brown eyes of his, it would all be over.

You’d run back to his arms and forgive him. You’d go on living the rest of your life with guilt digging at the wound.

You turn away, not really wanting to leave your own apartment, but you just need to be away.

“IT’S A SONG FOR YOU! THE BOYS WERE HELPING ME PUT IT TOGETHER AS GIFT.” You could hear the desperation in his voice as you slipped a shoe on.

“I was gonna use it to confess to you.” You stopped dead, shoes slipping out of your hands. The crash of it hitting the floor was deafening in the apartment.

You could hear his footsteps coming closer to you, your heartbeat picking up with each step. Thoughts start catching pace with your heartbeat, only silenced by his hand on your shoulder.

“What do you mean to confess? You went on like three dates with Sana last month?!”

“I helped Sana with some tracks while we ate dinner. It’s actually very stressful and also very inefficient which is why it took three separate nights.”

“You canceled one of our movie nights for that,” You turned to him slowly, keeping your eyes level with his chest to avoid what puppy eyes he was probably giving you.

“And then we spent the entire next day together down by the river, we sat and watched everyone else. Then when you fell asleep on my lap, I knew I didn’t have the option but to confess.”

“You had these petals in your hair, they kept floating down and landing on you. I let them stay there for a second or two until I moved them. I didn’t want your allergies to start acting up. But with you just laying there, I knew that I wouldn’t be able to keep this to myself anymore.”

“Anymore?” His fingers touch your chin. You breathe in deeply, prepping to look at him as he tips your head upwards.

“Y/N, my darling, my dear. My best friend in the whole world. I’m completely in love with you. And I think I’ve been in love with you since I first met you.”

You chuckle a little bit. “I wouldn’t think that me lurching into someone on the subway is the most romantic thing in the world. Surely not something that invokes love at first sight.”

“Maybe not, but I’m happy that our souls meet that way. That we met and they decided to never untie from each other.”

“I’m happy that our souls decided that too

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ejzah · 6 months

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Can you write a fanfic set between the events of late season 4/early season 5 just before Sam finally accepts Deeks after all this time. Hetty witnesses a real hostile moment where she clearly sees Sam being unfair and critical of Deeks during an important mission despite the fact Deeks did his job to the absolute best and height of his abilites. Despite this, Sam still gives Deeks a hard time and so Hetty takes Sam aside and gives him a firm scolding of his unfair treatment.

A/N: As always when I write Hetty these days, I have mixed feelings. While Deeks is/was perfectly capable of defending himself, I think Hetty could have done more to intervene when he was mistreated.

***

Can You See What’s Right Before your Eyes?

“Did you guys finish the weapons audit?” Callen asked, going through the checklist Nell passed on from Hetty every month.

“Yup,” Deeks answered. “And as always, Kensi had the time of her life.”

“Once again, I only enjoy cleaning my own weapons,” she clarified, inclining. “And that’s mostly the knives.”

“Sexy,” he commented with a wink in Kensi’s direction.

“Moving on,” Callen prompted with a pointed clearing of his throat. He nodded to Sam across the room. “Did you review those files Nell gave you?”

“Yeah, another batch of rookies. Hetty’s having a couple come by next week,” Sam said, gesturing to two files on his desk. “The usual drill, they’ll shadow one of us for part of the day in the field to see what we do here and get a chance for some hands-on training. The job is open for any takers.”

“I’ll do it,” Deeks volunteered, gaining a raised eyebrow of surprise from Kensi.

“Oh, that’s very generous of you,” she commented. “You must want something.” Deeks rolled his eyes, knowing she was mostly joking.

“All of you already owe me favors I haven’t cashed in on.” He waved his index finger in a figure to encompass the bullpen and OPS. “No, you guys always complain about having to deal with rookie agents, and since I actually enjoy meeting new people—most of the time—why not? I know, it’ll be tough for you to be separated from me for so long.” He batted his eyelashes at Kensi, who scoffed, overplaying her disgust slightly.

“As if.”

Callen and Sam had watched their whole conversation play out without comment. Deeks turned to them, pretty much expecting the arrangement to be a done deal, but after another moment, Sam shook his head.

“No, I’m not comfortable with that,” he said.

“Excuse me?” Deeks asked, making an incredulous noise. When Sam didn’t crack a smile, he realized he was completely serious. “Why not?”

“You’re not an agent.”

“In all but name. I do the same exact job as all of you, turn in the same reports, risk my life practically every day. What is there to object about?”

Deeks had grown used to his tumultuous relationship with Sam, and had noticed an uptick in the pointed comments, insults, and slights directed his way recently. He’d put it down to the stress of everything going on with Sidorov and Michelle, so had excused it for the most part. None of them were at their best when concerned about a loved one.

This though, was unnecessary.

Sam shrugged dismissively in response to Deeks’ challenge, shaking his head. “You don’t have the same training, you didn’t take the same oath, don’t have the background we do.” He gestured between himself and Deeks now, like it was obvious. “You’re a cop, I’m an agent. We’re not the same.”

“Actually, I think you’ll find I’m an LAPD Liaison, with a rank of Detective,” Deeks corrected with false pleasantry.

“Deeks, we want these kids coming in to learn the proper protocol and have a good example of our work,” Sam said, and Kensi made a soft noise of shock.

“Sam,” she objected, looking vaguely horrified. Callen for his part, was determinedly staring at his computer. He never did like to get involved in these types of conflicts.

“No, it’s ok,” Deeks said, even though bitterness mixed with disbelief filled him. He pasted on a smile that he was sure came off more menacing than anything. “Sam has made his opinion perfectly clear.” He pushed back from his desk. “Have fun answering all those rookie questions, Sam. I know you love that part.”

***

“Mr. Hanna, would you mind coming over her for a moment?” Hetty called from her desk while everyone headed out for the day. As usual, it was voiced as a request, but was in reality a demand.

He walked over, offering a half-smile. “Callen agrees to handle the rookies. All the other monthly duties are up to date,” he reported, anticipating her question.

“That’s good to know,” she replied, waiting a beat, hands steepled, her eyes burrowing into him in a way that would never not be unnerving. She pursed her lips, speaking slowly. “However, that’s not why I asked you to stay behind.”

“Then what’s going on?”

“I overheard your discussion with Mr. Deeks this morning.”

“What conversation?” He’d had half a dozen “conversations” with Deeks, most of which made him what to smack the detective. He didn’t know why, but some days everything Deeks did seemed to annoy him.

“The one about the visiting rookie agents. I heard Deeks offer to work with them, quite generously, might I say,” she explained, pausing yet again. “I also heard your response to that offer.”

Sam smiled, knowing where this was going now. “And let me guess, Deeks complained about it.”

“Mr. Deeks said nothing to me. I believe you know he fights his own battles. No, this is about why you don’t think Deeks can handle the task and why you felt the need to undermine his abilities.”

“It’s Deeks, Hetty,” Sam said. “He’s unpredictable, unreliable, rebellious—”

“Regardless of his pedigree, Deeks is none of those things. To the contrary, he’s one of the very best operators this team has ever seen. Yes, he’s a maverick many times, but that is what makes him so useful to this team.”

Sam set his jaw, frustrated by what felt like an unearned scolding. Hetty stared back with an annoying wide-eyed expression.

“Certainly, you’ve benefitted from his out-of-the-box thinking yourself many times. And even if you can’t appreciate his methods, then you can’t deny Deeks would do anything to protect this team and those we defend.”

“I’m not apologizing to him,” Sam said.

“No, I don’t expect you to. I do, however, expect you to treat Deeks with the respect he has earned and deserves. Is that understood?”

“Yeah, I got it,” Sam confirmed, tapping his knuckle on Hetty’s desk.

“Good.” She nodded. “Have a good night, Sam.”

“Thanks.” He smiled back, tempering his annoyance at Hetty. At Deeks and his floppy hair and inability to conform.

***

A/N: Hope this is all right.

Thanks for the prompt!

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yourfriendlyneighbourhoodweeb · 2 years

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“Maniac”

Sanzu x reader

Summary: you are very much done with sanzu, his drugs, alcohol, partying, bonten. You have been watching your “haru” slip away for months, when one day you snapped

Characters: Bonten!Sanzu; Y/n (female but not implied)

Warning: angst with no comfort, swearing, mentions of drugs and alcohol

[the picture doesn’t belong to me]

Song used: maniac by Conan Gray

Not proof read btw

You had been worried sick for hours, calling sanzu god knows how many times. Clearly he wasn’t at the Bonten Headquarters as you had called the secretary.

All the horrible thought were swarming your mind.

Has he been cheating? What if he is injured?

This is the life of sanzu’s partner. He doesn’t come home at sane hours. When he does, usually stays in his office to do work for his boss, Mikey.

Oh how you started to despise mikey, sanzu being his loyal mad dog had left you cold in the sheets every night, waiting for Haru to come home, dinner you cooked kept in the fridge. Which you once desired to enjoy with him.

‘Haru’ you don’t even remember the last time you called him that

You were with your friends, partying; when the alcohol kicked in

You suddenly heard the ringing of your phone, immediately picking up, a bit of energy coming into you.

It was sanzu.

You immediately picked up the phone and brought it close to your ear.

Party music entered you ears and so did your ‘lover’s’ drunk voice, and you connected the dots

He was partying, as usual, drinking till he would pass out and the Haitani brother would call you, as usual, while you sat in your once shared penthouse, just hoping to have a hug.

Said you wanted me dead, so you showed up at my home

All alone, with a shovel and a rose

“Omg why have you been calling for so long, seriously I’m just here at the club, gosh you should just die, probably would with all that stress babe”

Your eyes darkened as you really heard his voice, he wasn’t even that drunk..

You had experienced drunk and high sanzu countless times, so you caught it in a second

“You should just die”, yet you really wished that you had caught it wrong

…

Soon you heard your doorbell ring

It was sanzu

You knew cause, this wasn’t anything knew

As your feet slowly took you to your door, you ran this situation in your head, it was predictable at this point for what was about to happen.

The door opened with a creek and you were met with him. You didn’t even bother showing your smile, just got to the side so he could get in.

“Where the fuck were you?” You asked as you crossed your arms and stood in front of him. Sanzu didn’t even bat an eye towards you as he drugged his coat off, another one stained with blood. Gun in hand he walked to the kitchen.

“I AM TALKING TO YOU HARUCHIYO” You were frustrated with him, him with his ignorant antics. He didn’t give you the respect that should be mutual with condition in a relationship.

How many things you could point out that was hurting you right now

And the source of those things, those nightmares, those thoughts, those voices, was standing in front of you, cleaning his gun.

“What the fuck is that attitude”, sanzu said has he lowered his hand and slowly looked at you. Gave you a gaze, a gaze that was once filled with sweetness, now only with bitterness.

“Haru, we have to talk about this, I never know where you are, I never know what you’re doing, I never know if you’re safe. Fuck, I feel like I don’t even know who you are anymore”, you said as the colour from your eyes started to become darker. This couldn’t go for long

“Y/n, I’m warning you right now, shut the fuck up”, he said as he slowly moved towards you, long legs still covering the distance in short time.

“No Haru, I am tired of just shutting up. This relationship isn’t healthy at all, this same thing has happened before, I know that if I breakup then you will just get me back. And I’m not going to hurt myself anymore. Either talk about this or we end this for good”, you were not afraid to say anything anymore.

Fear is an emotion and by the way sanzu had treated you. Made you feel like trash, constantly calling you names, being ignorant, had really pushed those emotions down.

You didn’t have tears left to let out, as all were let put on those winter nights, where you would snuggle in the blankets. No matter how many you brought, none gave you warmth. You would look at your phone every minute, hoping for an update.

Oh how you were pitying yourself

“SHUT UP, you are nothing beside me, you always came crawling back to me, not the other way around. And I’m a fucking adult, I can do what I want, now get the fuck out of my way”, deep down, in his heart, somewhere, Sanzu knew

He was wrong

He pushed you aside and walked up the stairs, as he loosened his tie.

You have seen Sanzu’s chats with his executives, heard his calls. And every-time you wish You were deaf, as you see and listen to him, disrespect me, laughing with his comrades about how trash you are, how your manipulative, how you make him wanna blast your brains out.

And everytime you have to shut the voices in your head, constantly telling to finally walk out. But you never could

But now, those voices have become one, and that’s your voice.

“I fucking hate you sanzu”

Sanzu stops in his tracks, he hasn’t heard you call him sanzu for ages. Slowly his sober self comes back as the colour from his face drains. And he sees you, down the stairs, face blank

No emotion, no smile that he once fell in love with, no affection in your eyes, no warmth which would engulf him.

As he realises how much he has messed up

“Y/n- what- U didn’t mean any of it”, sanzu tries to explain as he comes down the stairs.

He comes near you and try to cage you in his arms until you put a hand out.

Do you think I’m a joke? ‘Cause

Eyes filled with angry tears, you let out your frustration with words from your heart.

“People like you always want back what they can’t have, but I’m past that and you know that. So you should turn back to your rat pack, tell ‘em, I’m trash”

You lift your head as you look sanzu dead in the eyes as you pull up his phone which you got from his coat and showed him the sickening messages of him and his executives

Which you tried to forget just to get sleep at night.

Sanzu’s eyes dilute as his hands fall to his side

“Tell all of your friends that I’m crazy, and drive you mad. That I’m such a stalker, a watcher, a psychopath. And tell them you hate me and dated me just for laughs. So why do you call me and tell me want me back? You maniac”

The room is left silenced as you remove the bracelet sanzu gave for your first date and throw it in the trash.

You walk up to him and shove a small journal in his chest.

Grabbing your suitcase from the couch, you had prepared for this

You head for the door until a rough hand grabs your wrist.

“Pls baby, give me one last chance…”, pathetic pleads leave his scarred mouth.

“Don’t call me baby.” You snatch your wrist from his grasp and leave the house which had brought you comfort and joy but now only toxicity and coldness.

Flashback:

You just went too far

Wrecked your car, called me crying in the dark

Now you’re breaking my heart

You were in your apartment, finishing up college work. Alarmingly you get a phone call, it’s from haruchiyo.

“Hey love, is everything okay? You’re calling at 2:25 am”, you ask as you close your laptop. Your heart breaks as you hear sanzu crying and rain.

He tells you how he had crashed his car accidentally and when he came home, he couldn’t find you anywhere. Your heart shattered hearing about how he got so worried and was looking everywhere for you.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry love, I completely forgot to tell you that I was gonna have some relatives over so I was at my apartment, I’m really sorry but are you okay though?”, you say as your hurriedly got into your car and started to drive to his place.

So, I show up at your place, right away.

Wipe the tears off your face

As you beg me to stay

Haru said he was okay and that he forgave you but you knew better so you got to his place as soon as you can and walked in to find sanzu covering his eyes, sitting on the foot of the couch.

You instantly rush to his side and put his head near your chest.

Silent sobbing fill the room and you pat his head and repeat “I’m here”

“Pls don’t go…” “I’m not going anywhere”

Flashback ends:

Sanzu’s knees give up as he kneels on the floor.

Remembering that memory really made him see what these 8 months couldn’t show him

He saw how much you cared for him, how you were always there for him.

And how he blames himself, curses at himself for making that beautiful smile fade away

He regrets

He regrets a lot

And this time

There is no way he will get you back

That with some flowers and a lame sorry, you will forgive him

Even the last time you forgave him, your eyes had shown tiredness and remnants of tears

And now

As he opens the journal you gave him

He is brought to the harshest of reality

He flips the pages and looks over all the photos, the letters you guys shared, the sweet memories of the good ol’ times

And he reaches the last page

And it is decorated with pink, matching his hair and blue, matching his eyes

And the words hit him in the heart, shattering it

As tears starts to drip down the carpet

He reads:

Happy anniversary Haru, really thought this could work out.

But we aren’t each other’s destiny.

I love you

#angst #bonten #tokyo revenger x reader #tokyo revengers #sanzu #bonten sanzu x reader #sanzu x reader #sanzu angst #yandere sanzu #sanzu scenarios #reader #x reader #no comfort #Maniac by Conan gray #bonten x reader #bonten trio x reader

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cassandrasimplex · 9 months

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Kurgan had a vet checkup today, two weeks after he scared me into taking him to kitty ER thinking we had a life-or-death emergency and then to his usual vet as soon as they had time to verify that he was definitely not dying, just a little stressed out.

He's absolutely tip-top now, except for having lost a whole pound in two weeks because he haaaaates the canned prescription diet they put him on for struvite crystals. I think if we're trying to reduce his stress, taking away all his treats -- which also takes away the interactive time we spend training, because he's not interested in doing tricks for clicks and Pavlov be damned -- is the wrong way to go about it. Worse, they didn't have any Rx kibble, only canned, so he hasn't had his crunchy snacks in two weeks, either.

(He mainly gets wet food to keep him better hydrated, but I leave a dispenser next to it that shoots out a tiny serving of kibble every few hours just so he's never hungry between meals. He had a little food insecurity as a kitten and it's been a huge help for him to know that he can eat even if I'm not around to refill his bowl; otherwise, if I leave the house, he'll just not eat until I get back. Not even if someone else comes over to feed him while I'm away. Not even if he's boarded at the vet and they top up his food every couple of hours and he knows there's someone he recognizes there around the clock. He thinks that if he can't see me, personally, the meal in his bowl might be the last he ever gets, so he saves it. It's killing me to worry that we're moving backwards on that anxiety now.)

And he's allowed no human food -- no food of any kind that isn't prescription urinary diet -- so no more shared pouches of tuna. We eat low sodium tuna in water; I get a spoonful, then I put a spoonful on a plate for him or transfer it to another spoon to hand feed him, and we take turns until the tuna is gone. (It's extraordinarily bland and I already don't like tuna all that much. I really love my cat.) That's our biweekly dinner-as-a-family ritual taken from him, too. He can't even have his one-drop taste of the safest bit of whatever I'm eating, which is how we share meals symbolically when it's not Tuna Time.

He's a very communicative little guy who expects that once he gets my attention, I'll do my best to figure out what he's asking for. I'm not saying he's so spoiled he always gets what he asks for, but (he is spoiled and) I do definitely try to give him what he wants if it's safe, healthy, and appropriate, and redirect him to something else that serves the need I understand he's expressing if it's not. So watching him try harder and harder to express "I would like training time the usual way, with rewards" and "I would like my treat after my pills" and "I would like my crunchies bowl refilled" and "I would like family dinner time" is breaking my heart. He has so much faith in me that the only way he knows how to interpret me not giving him what he asks for is to assume I didn't understand and ask harder.

(How does a cat express "I would like training the usual way, with rewards"? By batting the clicker out of my hand, swatting it across the room, and gnawing on the top of the treats canister while sustaining eye contact. He can be incredibly specific!)

Near the start of the pandemic, locked in with nobody but my cat, I started teaching him a little bit of modified ASL. Look, we all had our weird little projects. Some people got really into sourdough bread; I tried to teach my cat sign language. Anyway. The sign I taught him for "food/eat" is a scooping motion that ends at the mouth. It's kind of like the start of the sign for "learn", where you're picking something up, but using the whole hand like a paw, instead of fingers and thumb, and the hand goes to the mouth, for "food", instead of the forehead. I thought since this is a gesture cats already make naturally -- watch one pick up kibble or water from a bowl and bring it to their mouth this way -- it would be easier for him than trying to just tap his mouth, and the bigger gesture is easier to identify.

Well, he did learn it... sort of. Now when his food bowl is empty or contains the wrong kind of food for his current mood, he walks up to me, scoops gently at the bed/table/floor, and taps my mouth. If he can't reach my face, he'll tug my hair until I lean close enough to perform this sign on.

I've got a bunch of tiny scratches healing around my lips now, because thanks to a genetic glitch, most of his claws don't retract. He's usually meticulously careful with them, such a little gentleman, but he's been getting impatient lately because his distractible human seems to have forgotten the signal I was the one to teach him in the first place.

He's also, heartbreakingly, invented a new sign for us. I often boop his nose when I'm giving him a treat outside clicker training time -- in other words, when he's getting a treat just for being so damn cute. So now he is trying to teach me that booping my nose means he would like a treat, please.

Before you think I'm reading too much into that, he was going over to the treat canister, scratching at it so the sound would get my attention, staring into my soul for a couple seconds, walking up to boop my nose, then walking back over to scratch at the treat canister and soulgaze again. He's very good at making his meaning clear.

Friends sometimes ask me if I've considered getting him those talking buttons and I just laugh inside. He already talks. I just have to listen right.

After today, although he's still not cleared for anything that isn't the prescription diet, he can have specific dry food again. The vet did have prescription kibble on hand this trip, and since he's done with the rinsing-his-kidneys project, it's not as crucial to absolutely force him to hydrate. So he has crunchies back, even though they're not his favorite (or his second, third, or fourth favorite) and there's a little more peace around here tonight.

Anyway, since That Damn Post blew up, everything else I post is getting like 5x more attention and my followers have doubled, so I thought this would serve as a good sign of what you're getting yourself into. More than half of my posts that aren't just reblogs are long, detailed text posts about how much I love my cat sprinkled with extremely average photos I'm inordinately proud of. I usually forget to insert a read-more break. You have been appropriately warned.

Bonus find-the-cat pic from the vet's office:

He's very silly. He feels more secure if he hides, but then after a few minutes he has to get me back in his line of sight to feel comfortable again, so he sort of slowly oscillates in and out of hiding.

#kurgan

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yellowocaballero · 1 year

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hi! I was winding down after school stuff and rereading some of the reverse Batman au (awesome by the way. You understand so many things) and am I tripping or did u make a Batman fic rec post a while ago? I can’t find it, but it’s also been a long time. I crave the sustenance. Also I honestly didn’t realize it’s literally been three years until you pointed it out in your newest fic (Incredible btw) guess I can finally officially declare myself a long time fan. Cheers!!

HAH Hello thank you for being a long time reader! That story certainly reads like it was written a long time ago...I put up the Cass story just so I could love the AU on a more adept note jkaljd. That being said, I'm now thinking about The Secret Life Of Jason Todd, so....

I can't find the post either :(. I think it was a rec lists specifically for good Tim Drakes, and as a result it was extremely skimpy. Literally, it was just Chirp by Amari_T, The Bat's Crest, and Red Raven (the most bonkers fanfic ever written, and one of my favorites). I have a lot more Batman fanfics in general I like, but most of them escape me now - it's mostly classics, like lowflyingfruit's stuff.

Every so often when I need fuel in my tank to go back to writing The Stupidest Magnum Opus Of All Time, I crack open the Batfam fanfic and plow through a bunch. I am then angry enough that I tackle my fic again and produce the best fic I've ever written in my life.

To be a little less negative (for once.), I do want to highlight something specific - All I Have by Janie_Loops is a really nice story, and although a LOT of stories try to do what it does, it's one of the few ones that succeeds. It helps that it's a series of snapshot chapters, which relieves you from having to do a lot of plotting (shoves someone will remember us under the bed), but there's a lot of reasons why it works. Each chapter is very much Bruce vs. Something, whether it's one of his kids or the JL or The World. The conflicts are baby sized, but they always feel very big and World Ending to Bruce, no matter the actual conflict. Everything is equally sized in this story, from the intra-baby problems to the Justice League issues. Bruce's characterization is very consistent and he's reliably forced to grow and change over the course of the fic. And every kid has a stand-out personality (that's so grounded - I was totally Jason!) that creates specific dynamics with each other, they all have different relationships and favorites between each other and Bruce, and their bond is a family is shown not through, like, bonding moments, but how they tackle problems together and how they're always on the same side. It's also deeply funny.

I think the author's a kiddo (who takes suggestions from their baby brother - ADORABLE), and there's still some ways for them to grow in prose and technical skill and a few other things like that. But even if the writer's a relative beginner writer, and you can see where they'll grow, you immedietly understand when reading that this person understands how a story works. That's way, way more important than having beautiful prose. I'm just saying all of this to hopefully demonstrate that, as writers, technical skill and prose will happen naturally with enough work & reading. Don't stress about that. Prose isn't what makes your story enjoyable and a good read. It's if you get what makes a story go. Everything else can come in time.

#my asks #ppl seem to think that a story meant to be 'feel good'#isn't obligated to do like #anything that a story is meant to do #fluff stories dont need conflict! conflict is stressful #guys you cannot all sit here and tell me that like #fanfic is an art form fanfic is legitimate writing we need to respect fanfic was we would books #and then turn around and tell me that fanfic is exempt from having to competently tell a story #what makes a story feel good isn't that it doesn't have conflict #its that the conflict is PREDICTABLE #and has an uncomplicated happy ending #it doesn't have no plot it just has a plot that we can follow along without any stress bc we know whats happening #i mean this sincerely. fluff writers go watch 10 hallmark movies #and then come back and you will write very effective fluff.#what do you think hallmark movies are.#oh my god im constantly shocked by how salty i am about batfam fluff #JAKLSDLKJF

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heyheydidjaknow · 1 year

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Today is the day I finish stuff in my drafts. To the people who have asked me to see if I was done with this, I am not and this bitch dies when I do.

Chapter 24

You have learned three things today.

First, you are incredibly weak. You have been standing for about twenty minutes— which is not long at all— and you are already feeling it. Your arms are tired, your head aches and you are almost worried that your knees are going to give out under you. You doubt that, if you sat down, you would be able to get up for a while.

Second, you look older than you are. Nobody batted an eye at a sixteen-year-old waltzing into the building alone, or, if they did, they felt the urge to hide that they did, and in your experience, people made very little effort to hide their disdain when it was felt.

Third, and most importantly, you are a terrible shot.

You glare at the hanging poster at the end of the room, taunting you with its unscathed vitals. Bullet holes litter every side of the silhouette, and a couple had managed to sneak their way to its shoulders, but not a single shot hit any of the intended targets. Not for lack of trying; your stance is as good as you could get it with YouTube as your guide and while the sound of gunfire makes you want to vomit up your eggs you had forced down your throat that morning, you could not commit to the shot any more than you already have. No, this is an experience thing, and you hate that it is.

Your hand drops to your side as you try to regain feeling in your fingers. You have been here for about two hours, now, too long for any reasonable person to be shooting a poster. Your license has finally been approved; you are legally allowed to handle and use a firearm. Thanks to the power of the TIS website you have, for some reason, never exploited, as far as the government is concerned, as much is totally legal despite your age and history and lack of experience and mental state and everything else.

You need to be able to use it. The piece of metal dangling by your side is your key to having a chance against half the people you interact with; this has to work.

You put the safety back on the weapon, sliding it into the waistband of your jeans. It is not the safest place to store a gun, you know, but there’s something empowering about the whole thing. It’s certainly better than a kitchen knife in your pocket. You laugh at the thought, fixing your shirt; you have certainly changed a bit since you first got here.

The walk home— to the sewer— what a life you live— is not nearly as stressful as it usually is. You would not go so far as saying that you feel safe with a pistol at your side, but there is a certain power that comes with it, you think. At least you do not have to worry about being stuck up.

You are unsure if your boyfriend knows about this recent development. You make an effort to spend time out of the house, and you have never explicitly told him about your intentions to learn marksmanship. It’s not something you have ever offered up information for, either. Probably not.

You hear a splash of water behind you.

Your gun is out of your waistband immediately.

Karai rolls her eyes, putting her hands up. “I don’t remember you having a gun last time,” she grumbles. “You think you know someone.”

“What do you want?” You act as if your hands aren’t shaking around the handle.

“You aren’t going to hit me if you fire.” She gives you a once-over. “Your form is wrong.”

You repeat the question.

“For you to put your toy away, first of all. If I wanted to kill you, I would have done that before.”

You do not budge.

She sighs. “Fine.” In a flash, she is behind you, taking the gun from your hand. “You’re slow.”

You spin around, grabbing for it. She sidesteps you, gently pushing you into a wall.

“Who are you planning on fighting, anyway?” She grins. “Me? Xever? Even he’d kill you in a fight. Ah,” she raised on her toes, holding the gun over your head, “go on, try to grab it.”

Your face flushes red. You repeat your question.

“Well,” she tosses the gun into the water, “I’m supposed to be trailing you to find where the other Hamatos are; in what I’m sure was a masterfully planned escape from a clearly formidable enemy, what should have been your corpse was determined to be a pile of potatoes.”

You glare. “Then what are you doing right now? Isn’t it a bad idea to let people know you’re following them?”

“Bothering you, clearly.”

“Why?”

She leans against the wall. “Well,” she sighs, “you said a lot of stuff while you were out of it. I want confirmation.”

“Did I now?” You point at her bandage. “What’s with the eyepatch?”

She waves it off. “You took my eye, which is currently not the point.”

You laugh. “How’d I do that?”

“Luck.” She crosses her arms. “Did my father murder my mother?”

You blink. “What?”

“Did Shredder murder my mother?”

You consider lying. “No.” You stick your hands in your pockets.

“Did he cause her death?”

You sigh. “I mean, kinda? Sorta? I dunno man; it’s a Tuesday.”

She slips a knife out of her waistband, fiddling with it. “I need you to be more specific.”

You stare at it, words slow. “He was there.” You take a step back. “There was a house fire or something. Whole place went up. He just happened to knock over the lamp.”

“Then why did you phrase your answer the way you did?”

“I barely remember the conversation.” You stand up straight. “What do you care?”

“What do I care?” She scoffs. “Am I not allowed to take interest in my family’s history?”

“You are, but you don’t.” With unwarranted confidence, you grab the gun, shaking the water out of it.

“How would you know?”

“You follow your father unconditionally.” You shrug. “You’re loyal.”

“The implication being that I shouldn’t be?”

You groan. “I just want to go home, Karai; it smells bad in here and I want to eat my stupid, watered-down soup.”

She snorts. “Your what?”

“Stupid, watered-down soup.”

“How do you water down soup?”

“Where there’s a will there’s a way.” You huff. “See, now I gotta find a new way home because you are for sure going to follow me now. You see the things you put me through?”

“You mean the sewer.” She smiles. “Would you like non-watered down soup?”

“No. I’ll die.”

She raises her eyebrows. “You’ll die?”

“Mhm.” you nod gravely, lying for the most part. “My body won’t be able to digest it and then it will die.”

“I see.” She rolls her eyes. “How about tea? You can digest tea, can’t you?”

“The last time we drank together you drugged me.”

“That’s the past.”

“Barely.”

She sighs. “How about this: you have a drink with me, and I don’t torture the location of their hideout out of you.”

You stiffen. “You really want to know about all this, don’t you?”

She offers her hand. “I’ll even pay you in advance so you don’t think I slipped you anything.”

You look back in the direction you were going. As good as sleep sounds, as little as you want to spend time with someone at all related to your prolonged imprisonment, you enjoy having fingernails.

With a great deal of reluctance, you take her hand.

She takes you somewhere nice; bright, clean, and smelling very notably unlike sewer. Quiet, but you can see the street; if you need to, you can make your way to the street fairly easily.

You crisscross your legs on the seat, cradling your cup. Steam gently makes its way to your face. “Can I ask you something before you interrogate me?”

She mimics you. “Sure.”

You take a sip. “When you dropped me off, in some random alleyway, I got picked up. Who picked me up?”

She shrugs. “I didn’t follow you.”

You nod. “Neat. Unhelpful, but neat.” You place the cup down, lacing your fingers together. “You have questions?

“I do.” She leans back in her chair. “When you were out of it, you said something about being in a television show. Is that true?”

“It is.”

She purses her lips. “And how do you know that?”

“Isekai.”

“Of course.” She crosses her legs, grabbing her own cup. “And that’s how you know so much about me and my family? Because you watched a television show about it?”

“Yes.”

She nods slowly. “Okay…”

You cock your head to the side. “Whatcha thinkin’?”

“I’m trying to make that make sense given what other info I have.” She puts one foot up on the seat. “Because if that’s the case… but that doesn’t make sense.”

“What doesn’t?”

She sighs. “Well, if that’s true I don’t see how that applies to the Kraang; they know how to teleport already.”

You take another drink. “Maybe they’re just bored.”

“How does something get bored of trying to destroy a planet?”

You scratch at your nose. “Their terraforming planets isn’t exactly uncommon, you know.”

She closes her eyes. “Wow. Hate that.”

“Who doesn’t?” You set the cup down. “And that is why I am no longer asked to give any context to my warnings.”

“Then the turtles know?”

“Oh, yeah.” You shrug. “They–”

“About everything?”

You pause. “Everything being…?”

“About my family history.”

You blink. “Oh, that. I haven’t actually thought to bring it up.”

She looks down at the cup. “Good. Keep it that way; I’d like to have time to think about what to do.”

You put your hands up, leaning back. “Hey, not my circus, not my monkeys; unless your family drama puts anyone’s life at risk then I do not give a single shit about how you want to handle it.”

She smiles wryly. “How gracious. Is it not already putting people’s lives at risk?”

You shrug. “I guess, but that’s nothing to do with whose kid you are and everything to do with a very old love triangle that I am sufficiently too bothered to deal with, and while I am now slightly tempted to try something because it would piss you off I feel like it’s a lot of explaining and if they aren’t ready to hear all the ways their dad could die–”

“We succeed?”

“Huh?”

She leans forward in her chair. “Are you saying that Father is successful in killing Hamato Yoshi?”

You purse your lips. “I mean, sorta? Kinda?” You scratch at the back of your neck. “I mean, he was sorta on his way out and the show never really committed to actually killing him for realsies for a solid while there, but Shredder got around to it eventually, I guess.”

She stares at you.

You roll your eyes. “I don’t see why it matters to you. I could tell you that you get married and that doesn’t give you much to work off besides ‘I get married at some point’.”

She looks out the window. “You are very difficult to talk to.”

You grin. “It’s what I’m here for.”

“Sure.” Eyes trained on something outside, she leans her head against her hands, propping her elbows on the table. “You’ve died, then?”

You hum in confirmation.

“How?”

“House fire.”

Her eyes drift closed. “Lame.”

“Tell me about it.” You move your cup closer to you on the table. “Though I personally think dying of starvation in a basement is a bit more pathetic.”

She nods in agreement.

Silence.

She clears her throat. “You asked about someone picking you up. Why?”

You shrug. “I thought I remembered someone taking me home after you dropped me off is all.”

“Donatello, you mean.”

You look down at your lap. “I don’t see how that’s your issue.”

“You talked a lot about him. Nothing particularly useful,” she adds at your visible alarm, “but enough.” She pauses. “That is a bit odd, though, now that I think of it.”

You stiffen. “What, got a problem with the company I keep?”

“I couldn’t care less. I mean…” Her brow furrows. “That’s odd.”

“What is?”

“Father went to fight the Hamatos the night I dropped you off.” She sits up. “I had time to drive back for the battle.”

You blink. “Then they couldn't've been back in time.”

“That’s not the point.” She laces her fingers together. “There was a power surge on the other side of town. According to our reports, it was the result of Kraang technology– something about a teleporter and a giant robot. The problem was very quickly taken care of, but if it was another invasion attempt, who would get involved if not the Hamatos? And that makes sense out of context, but when they showed up, they didn’t seem as if they had already done battle, but there’s no way they could have fought the Kraang and fixed themselves up like they did in, what, two hours? It doesn’t make any sense.”

You shrug. “Maybe it’s time travel.”

She pauses. “I’m sorry, what?”

“Time travel,” you repeat calmly. “Like traveling backward through time.”

She takes a deep, slow breath, holds it, exhales. “Would you repeat that to me again real slow?”

You shrink in your seat. “It’s not impossible. It happens.”

“Oh, yeah?” She leans forward, elbows on the table. “Does time travel happen, bakayarou? Does it really?”

“Yeah.” You look down at your lap, not sure exactly what she just called you but fairly certain it was an insult. “A lot, actually. And ghosts.”

“And ghosts?”

“And ghosts.”

“Sure.” She leans her head back on her hands. “How does it happen? Does a witch show up and give you her magic time staff?”

You feel your face flush, more indignant than anything. Your words, even to you, sound oddly defensive. “As a matter of fact, she does!”

Slowly, the smile leaves her face. “Oh, you’re serious.”

“I have never been more serious.”

She blinks slowly, sighs, buries her face in her hands. “You know,” she laughs, “when I was little, I went through the social wringer for not going to school and spending all my time in the old cult building. I made exactly one friend my age and the only reason I wasn’t ruthlessly bullied is because other kids knew I snapped necks for the fun of it. I didn’t think my life was going to get any more bizarre than being responsible for preserving the lineage of the clan, and yet here I am, talking about witches and time travel and aliens. What a life I live.”

You relax slightly at the change in tone. “Welcome to the club, sister.” You lean back in your chair, scratching at the back of your neck. Of course she would assume you were nuts; the situation was absolutely absurd. “Worst thing is that it only goes downhill from here. Triceratops are going to destroy the world with a black hole.”

“Great. Do I die?”

“If not for the time travel, yeah.”

“Wonderful.” She looks up at you, fingers tugging the lower lid of her working eye down. “And would it be safe to bet Father has something to do with it?”

“He literally watches it happen and does nothing.”

She lets her head fall before stretching her arms above her head. “Of course.” She pushes her hair back, looking incredibly tired. “To prioritize the clan, my father, and the status quo, or to prioritize the world at large...” She picks up her cup again, taking a slow sip. She holds the tea in her mouth for a couple seconds before swallowing. “Does the Shredder die?”

You blink at the sudden question, nodding without considering the repercussions.

“If there were a shift in leadership within the clan,” she continues slowly, looking through you, “would it fall apart?”

You shake your head no.

She purses her lips, exhaling out her nose. “Much to think about.” With a sigh, she stands up, throwing what she owed onto the table. “I’m going to go now. For your cooperation, I won’t be following you back to them.”

“Thanks. I guess.” You give an awkward thumbs-up. “Sorry about your eye, if I haven’t apologized for that yet.”

“Don’t mention it.” She moves to walk on, pauses. “You know,” she continues slowly, “your form really was terrible.”

You blink. “Okay.”

“And you don’t even have a holster.” She sticks her hands in her pockets. “Your aim is all off and you have the agility of a drunk toddler.”

“I'm feeling less sad about your eye now.”

She brushes your comment off. “How would you like to learn to shoot?”

You sigh. “None of the guys use guns.” You stand up, throwing your cash on the table. “Besides, they don’t know I—“

“I’m not asking you to ask your in-laws.” She leans slightly against the table while you gather your things.”I’m asking if you would like to learn to shoot from one of— if not the— largest criminal enterprises on the East Coast.”

“You mean from you.”

“I’m professionally trained.”

You glare at her through your eyelashes. “What do you get out of it?”

She gestures to you vaguely. “You’re completely unfit for combat. If we’re to be aligned in any capacity you need to at least be able to fire a gun. It would be a shame if you died needlessly.”

“I took your eye.”

“A fluke.”

You stick your hands in your pockets. “You want me to learn how to shoot a gun from someone who has kidnapped me.”

“And someone who helped you escape, yes.”

You glance over at the door. “How will we be in contact?”

“We don’t have to be.” She shrugs. “All we need is a time and place. We establish as much before the date— now would be a good example— and we meet at that time and establish how long we’ll be willing to wait for the other person. At the end of each lesson, we decide where to meet next. Repeat until you’re competent.”

You stick your hands in your pockets, considering it. “How do I know this isn’t a trap?”

“What sense would it make for me to not just kill you in the sewer instead of going about it in such a roundabout way? If you’d rather, we can even meet someplace public.”

You purse your lips. “And how would we ensure there aren’t any leaks?”

“We don’t leave a paper trail, naturally, and change where exactly we meet every time.” She smiles. “Does that mean you’re interested?”

You scratch at the back of your hand. “I suppose so.”

“Excellent.” She smiles brightly. “Here, nine pm in two days. Sound reasonable?”

“Can’t.” You shrug. “I have a date planned.”

“Then the next day.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

She nods. “Until then.” She walks past you, patting you on the shoulder. By the time you turn around to watch her leave, she is gone.

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My thing is I can sort of see it as like.... The fantasy of somebody accommodating and loving you despite being disorganized/messy/etc (especially as someone with. some pretty severe ADHD)..... But only if it's gone through several layers of telephone via shouting down a wind tunnel.

Like. Somebody heard someone with ADHD say that they relate to Eddie & went and ran with the most surface level expression of that, and somebody else went "yeah this is a great way to write a caregiver/caregivee dynamic without making it kink" & along the way you lost the fact that even if you *do* have a genuine inability to remember to clean your room more than once a month or do your fucking taxes you usually at least have a self awareness and/or a desire to use what energy/periods of function you do have to express your appreciation or even out the fucking scales.

At least, if you're aiming for a relationship that is *meant* to be fucking functional or aspirational, rather than weighed to one side without so much as a conversation about it to confirm that everybody's getting what they want out of it.

Oh man this fandom is SO GOOD with unhinged games of telephone lmao.

I think that's what gets me lmao, is that I have ADHD too. I have incredibly bad ADHD. Yes it's awesome when you have people willing to accommodate your brain fog and executive dysfunction, and do nice things for you on occasion but like the sheer level this fics have T.T

Like it's awesome when people in your life are like "oh I saw you were stressed/having a bad time so I did your laundry or washed your dishes for you to help you carry some of the weight" but it's like you said I can only imagine that some extreme fantasy aspect of it had to have gotten tangled in to warp it that much. Because the side no one wants to acknowledge to is that sometimes if people do that shit too much it just becomes embarrassing for you, feeling like you can't do normal shit on your own.

Like it's a disability yeah! It's nice to have people support you but doing nothing also makes me feel useless lol. And you've hit on the biggest things, most of the time in those situations there's some reciprocation too! Much easier to let others pick up the slack if you are also pick up the slack! That's the relationship ideal imo. Otherwise yeah it does just feeling infantilizing or like caretaker kink.

Also while writing this I think some other influences come from the genre of "Steve hides Eddie at his house and helps him recover after the bats ate him" fics, which, I'm also honestly not a huge fan of. But I wouldn't be surprised if people loved the idea of Steve taking care of Eddie while he recovered and then just starting applying it to every part of their relationship, not realizing how bad it makes Eddie look outside of like mutually agreed upon kink shit.

#sorry anon i feel like i got on my high horse here a bit i did not mean #i totally agree with you and i am shaking your hand about the adhd lol #anon #anonymous #asks #anti steddie #anti fanon steddie

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I haven’t posted on here in practically literal years. And this is my first time ever positing fanfiction related content. I’m nervous but hopeful this is interesting to someone out there. Please let me know your thoughts and if you’re interested at all. I’ll post updates to this tumblr and my twitter so please feel free to like if it’s something you’re interested in and follow for the updates as I work on the fic. And please be kind and keep in mind, this is a rough and first draft after all. So, here’s opening to a fanfiction I’m planning for A03! lemme know what you think and if it seems interesting enough to read!~

“Steve is a sweet caring guy doing his best and taking care of his friend. the more preassure and stress he's under the more he talks in his sleep. Something he’s struggled with for years. Embarrassingly having to explain away the mumbles and weird one sided conversations the next day, trying to recover from whatever had been heard the night before. He constantly hopped the person telling him it had happened, was telling him the truth. Constantly hoping he could trust himself that he didn’t say anything embarrassing or offensive personally confidential he wasn’t ready to talk about with anyone yet socially. Worried something he’d subconsciously suppressed might come out like who he had a crush on in middle school or dumb stuff people could be weirdly judged about as a popular kid. Thankfully most don’t know, or try to exploit it. Well, besides ex lovers or those he had sleep overs with in middle school. Those that do know, are aware it would get worse when his parents were away or were home and in fights, particularly over Steve’s fathers actions while at work. Despite a divorce being the better option Steve mother and father stayed together. Steve’s father constantly going on business trips and his mother never letting him be on his own for suspicion of him cheating on here. While she in fact would cheat on him at the same time. Steve had mistakenly given that away at an early age and after the first slip up, remembered to never get into either of his parents love lives, and who they brought home, since then. When your ass practically gets handed to you on a silver platter by both parents, constantly being used as a reason for one to throw the other on the bus almost every week, for practically a full year straight. This occurring when everyone was finally all home together, meant to be in enjoying their time as a family not playing a game of toss up between them and their only child. It was not the greatest way to learn a lesson you should’ve never had to learn but c’est la vie as Steve would come to learn was one of his mottos. Later in life when his parents were on his ass, to figure out collage, work, keeping his grades up, and being left by himself at home, Nannieless now that he was old enough. If school was becoming stressful, or his dad would be coming home from a trip looking for a new reason to grill into Steve for something. His sleep stat would just start rambling once he hit a dream stay in his sleep cycle.

Being the outcast observationalist, Eddie just wants to help the man who he’d never thought would ever be the one to save and drag his sorry ass out of some eldritch horror dimension, and who's been practically doting on him since they got him stablized in Hopper's cabin hideaway. Never in a million years would he think this was real if you had told him before the fact. The thoughts of someone explaining to Eddie he’d be friends with Steve Harrington, a Harrington. Thrown into a interdenominational world, and almost dying to otherworldly demon bats. He’d think you need some serious professional help, nothing the kind of fixes he could provide for anyone. Besides just surviving the upside down, he’s been helped so much while on the run by Steve and his little nuggets. After finally coming to a couple days after his inter dimensional concert and the sacrifice of his life. It seemed like everything is practically fine, aside from the gaping trenches left after Venca’s so called defeat, the craters left at each of the gate sites meaning he’d lost his home to this hellish turn of events. Aside from it all seeming fine, like they’d won this round. Eddie cant help but feel something's off, there's something he's missing it's gotta be something important. He’s just not picking up on it, he’s too distracted by his pain, recovery and longing to help Steve. Maybe in the end it’s just regular paranoia after all this week he’d, been forced to watch his peer get her life ripped away before him, hunted for a crime he didn’t commit, and almost lost his own life, in a dimension he before hand was blissfully unaware of. That’s it paranoia that’s all it was. He was just being paranoid, after all he has a whole new slew of trauma and life changing events to process. Especially after waking up a dead man to the town of Hawkins no longer a prime suspect in the hot seat.”

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Purevive is a natural weight reduction complement that lets in you burn fat by using growing the amount of brown fat to your frame. Brown fat is a type of fat that uses quite some electricity and allows adjust your body temperature. People with more brown fat have an easier time losing weight because of the reality they burn more calories. Purevive is crafted from eight plant-primarily based totally materials which may be confirmed to reinforce your brown fat stages. Here are a number of the advantages and downsides of purevive:

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� It does no longer force your frame to lose weight, but changes how your frame shops fat.

� It has many pleasant customer reviews and testimonials.

� It is obvious approximately its substances and the way they paintings.

� It comes with a coins-back guarantee and free bonuses.

Drawbacks of purevive

● It may additionally take longer to reveal consequences than exclusive weight reduction dietary dietary supplements.

� It is handiest available on-line from the authentic website or relied on on line stores.

� It might not paintings for anyone, relying on their individual body type and health situation.

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● Young humans below 18 years vintage. Purevive is made for adult users and isn't always examined or cautioned for younger people. Products for young humans have easy labels to make certain they are not used by mistake.

� Women who're pregnant or feeding their toddlers. Purevive may additionally additionally trade the hormones or vitamins of girls who're pregnant or feeding their infants. This can also hurt the toddler or the mom. Women who are pregnant or feeding their toddlers ought to communicate to their clinical health practitioner in advance than the use of any weight reduction product.

� People with fitness problems or allergic reactions. Purevive has contents that might not paintings properly with a few drug remedies or health issues. This may additionally motive awful outcomes or make the trouble worse. People who've any health issues or allergic reactions ought to check with their medical doctor in advance than the usage of Purevive.

� People who're the usage of other products or drugs. Purevive won't artwork well with different merchandise that alternate the body’s metabolism, hunger, or strength. This can also make the product less effective or extra unstable. People who are the usage of different products or capsules need to speak to their health practitioner earlier than the use of Purevive.

Who should keep away from this purevive?

Purevive is a herbal product that permits with weight reduction, but it isn't for anyone. Some people want to now not use Purevive as it could not be comfortable or suitable for them. These humans consist of:

● Children underneath 18 years vintage. Purevive is made for grownup customers and isn't always examined or encouraged for young human beings. Products for kids have clear labels to make sure they may be no longer used by mistake.

� Pregnant or breastfeeding ladies. Purevive may also affect the hormones or vitamins of women who're pregnant or nursing. This may additionally harm the toddler or the mother. Women who're pregnant or breastfeeding ought to talk to their medical doctor earlier than the usage of any weight loss product.

� People with scientific conditions or allergic reactions. Purevive has substances that would engage with a few drugs or health troubles. This may motive thing effects or make the circumstance worse. People who've any scientific situation or hypersensitive reaction have to test with their doctor before using Purevive.

� People who're taking different dietary supplements or drugs. Purevive may not paintings well with different merchandise which have an effect on the body’s metabolism, urge for food, or power. This also can reduce the effectiveness or growth the chance of element results. People who are taking special dietary supplements or capsules need to consult their scientific health practitioner in advance than using Purevive.

How to get purevive?

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Shared Pain | Miles | Trial 1 Vote Reaction

Miles’ stress doesn’t lessen any, as he looks to 19… to Vivianna, as she speaks, scared and panicked over how people are talking about her. Miles can’t help but empathize deeply, his own heart feeling as though it’s being squeezed beneath his ribs, both the ink and real bones within.

But then, she speaks to him, and Miles listens.

He nods seriously, as she thanks him, hears her out as she talks about It isn’t the first time he’s made a friend as fast as this. It is the first time he’s related to one so deeply right off of the bat, though, with every little thing they’d had in common, their shared struggles to know when they were lied to or being tricked and used among other small things that had added up and formed a sense of understanding. They were still new friends, not old and experienced ones from years of knowing each other, and yet…

And as they share more things that he hadn’t known before either, though, and that understanding only grows now, right before the end.

‘But maybe if they had somebody like you in their life… maybe they would have had somebody who they knew wouldn’t leave.’

It hurts deeply to hear, knowing they were about to be ripped away from him, but he understands so much that he can’t help but nod anyway. He almost laughs too, to the cute grin and the words telling him to stay strong, but it comes out more as a rough exhale, and he tries his best to do just that. He wants to cry, and he wants to scream. His eyes are stinging, directly on the edge, but… he swallows them them back, trying his best to do that.

Finally, Miles knew what he wanted to vote for, after that. He had taken his journal and pencil out slowly and splayed it out, and carefully, slowly, methodically spelled out something across the page as he does his best to control his continued shaking, though only those sitting closest to him might have been able to see what was on his page if they cared to peek.

The color may be blood red, but to Miles, it looks almost exactly the same as always, that same color his words always form into almost hauntingly unchanging.

A nod is given to Vee, and to Frank for their own public points made, but Miles says nothing more as time is called, and Kali reads out the results of it all. And…

…The results really aren’t surprising, to Miles. But he still can’t help the bitter feeling in his chest at the ‘right answer’ anyways, and he has to take a few moments to collect himself so that when he does speak, he won’t snap angrily again. In, then out… the feelings don’t leave him, but at the very least, he buries them just enough to be able to speak more calmly.

“I won’t hate you, Vivianna. If it’s… okay to use that name now, even though we aren’t in private. I still really believe… that none of what happened was your fault, so the same… will go for anything that happens after, if it’s outside of your control.“

“The… ‘real’ you, though… I don’t think you’re any worse than 19 at all. I’ve enjoyed spending time with… every part of you I did, while I could, by… every name that you told me. It was… really fun, and I’m glad… that you could consider me a friend too.”

He really means that, too, a subtle sense of firmer surety in his words despite his softer tone.

…A glance is given to Perry too as she speaks, and Miles offers her a tiny nod, even if not offering any of his own words anymore, by now. He doesn’t feel the need to give more than that. Though after another moment, and another breath, Miles calls out once more to Amber, too, though this time to ask something different.

“…Amber? Are we… allowed to move from our seats, now? Either way, I’d like to ask to leave my seat for a moment, if that’s alright,” he says in a measured tone, politeness just a little more forced sounding than usual because of how many emotions he’s struggling to keep at bay.

Amber gives him a little nod, but she does not meet his eyes.

“Please be quick. You need to be in your seat when the sacrifice begins. If you try to remain up despite that, I will be force to return you to your seat. …I am sorry.”

…He nods to her after a moment to process that, then gathers up his strength and gets up out of his seat. He steps back into shallow water with extremely shaky legs as he forcibly wills himself not to collapse despite how weak and unsteady he feels.

And after a moment that feels like eternity, he makes it to Vivianna and hugs her as tightly as he can manage, as soon as it seems like she’s reciprocating. He’s weak, so it hardly hurts despite nearly his entire strength being used, but… She’d hugged him before, in the investigation, so now… it was his turn to initiate it. He holds her for a moment, still shaking as he does, but… he hopes that this can get through still, somehow.

“I won’t forget you, Vivianna. And what you’re like, and what you’ve told me, and… your names, and… everything else I know. No matter what happens. I won’t let them take that, not until I’m dead or gone for good either, and maybe not even then,” he says quietly but with conviction, only just barely loud enough for anyone other than them to hear.

Eventually, he has to let go, even though he doesn’t want to. He knows that if he doesn’t do it himself, that he’ll be forced away. He’s not sure if he can make it all the way back on his own, but he’d rather at least try to by his own power.

By the time he reaches his desk later… his legs are about ready to give out, and he knows that time is nearly up. He has no idea what’s coming next, but he knows that not a bit of it will be good.

#ch1 #trial1 #submission #Avery

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chichiscloset · 3 years

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Self Care Tips for the High Maintenance Woman 🌸

Life is tough.... but don't let it consume you!

Hey babes, It’s your girl Chichi! it’s no secret that living in the 21st century is tough. It seems like there are more demands on women than ever before, and the expectations for what a woman should be capable of doing at any given moment seem to increase with each passing day. The result? Stress levels through the roof, not enough time or money to do anything about it, and an emotional rollercoaster that never stops running.

Self-care is important for everyone, but it’s especially crucial for women in the age of self-doubt, social media judgment, and FOMO (Fear Of Missing Out)

The good news is you don’t have to live this way! Further down in this blog post, we’ll discuss 3 self-care tips for women so you can finally start taking better care of yourself without sacrificing who you are. 💅🏾

So... Chichi what even is self-care?

When you care for yourself, you are taking time to recharge your batteries. Its a form of tapping into your Feminine Energy! You’re self-nurturing, taking care of your body and mind so you can be the best version of yourself. It’s not selfish or a sign that you don’t love others; it’s simply about giving yourself what you need to do all the hard work in life. If you are interested in some other tips; “On how to tap into your Feminine Energy click here!

Self-care can be as simple as taking a few minutes each day for yourself, doing something that makes you feel good inside out, surrounding yourself with self-loving people, or treating yourself to something special every once in a while..

Self care is crucial for us High Maintenance Ladies!

A lack of self-care comes from never feeling like we have enough time, money, or self-love to do the things we need. We don’t prioritize ourselves because of our own self-doubt and lack of self-worth. Keep scrolling down to find out what 3 self care tips I focus most of my attention on!

#01 Prioritize Sleeping Early

Want to improve your looks, memory, concentration, energy, and productivity? Want to more easily maintain a healthy weight? Want to strengthen your immune system and live happier, healthier, and longer? TRY GETTING AT LEAST 7-8 HOURS OF REST EACH NIGHT!

How you put yourself to bed and what time you turn off the lights makes a huge impact on how productive you’ll be the following morning, as well as our looks, memory, concentration, energy, and maintaining healthy weight. I find it repulsive that western society stigmatizes sleep. Glorifying those who can push through an all-nighter and dismissing those who prioritize sleep as lazy or unmotivated.

Humans are not like the owls, or cats, or bats that sleep in the day and are awake at night. We are physiologically programmed to do the opposite. This phenomenon has been understood for thousands of years and was recently validated by modern science.

If your like me and used to be a night owl I literally had to train my brain to sleep early as 8-10pm! After a few weeks I fully became used to it and I've been doing this for the past year and a half! Here’s how I was able to do it:

1.Avoid Large Meals Right Before Bedtime. Eat dinner at least 3 hours before sleeping

2.Start prepping yourself for bed in the Early Evening 7-8pm. Keep lights low. Limit exposure to bright light in the evenings. Relax. Worrying about a problem or a long to-do list can be a recipe for insomnia. Well before you turn in, try writing down your worries and make a list of tasks you want to remember. This “worry journal” may help move these distracting thoughts from your mind. Closer to bedtime, try com¬forting rituals that may help lull you to sleep: Listen to soft, calming music, take a warm bath, do some easy stretches or read a book or magazine by soft light.

You can practice saying this self-care affirmation right before you head to bed:

“I deserve to sleep 8 hours each night, because I am worth it!”

#02 Stay Active & Keep moving!

We know that staying active is one of the best ways to keep our bodies healthy. But did you know it can also improve your overall well-being and quality of life?

Here are just a few of the ways physical activity can help you feel better, look better and live better. Because, why not?

Regular physical activity can relieve stress, anxiety, depression and anger. You know that "feel good sensation" you get after doing something physical? Think of it as a happy pill with no side effects! Most people notice they feel better over time as physical activity becomes a regular part of their lives.It keeps you physically fit and able.

Without regular activity, your body slowly loses its strength, stamina and ability to function properly. It’s like the old saying: you don’t stop moving from growing old, you grow old from stopping moving. Exercise increases muscle strength, which in turn increases your ability to do other physical activities.

I dedicate an hour a day to practicing either Yoga (for relaxation, raising my vibration, & aligning my chakra’s) & Pilates (for stretching & maintaining my figure) with my little sister.

For those who don't know what pilates is I'll give you a quick summary..

Pilates is a challenging low impact exercise method that balances strength with mobility, aligns the body, fine-tunes movement patterns, and strengthens the deeper muscles of the core. It helps strengthen your core, Posture, reduces mensural pain, eliminates stress, boosts flexibility & agility enhances body awareness.

You can practice saying this self-care affirmation when you choose exercise!

“I deserve keep my body fit, because I am worth it!”

#03 Make a habit of eating healthy

Practicing self-care eating means making thoughtful choices about the foods that you put into your body.

Being mindful of what your putting inside of your body is important! Think about it you were born with this body only. would you want to feed it things that would be detrimental to your health?

If you think about it..without attending to one’s own bodily, emotional, and mental needs, how can that same person attend to anything or anyone else?

The food that you choose should provide energy and the nutrition that you need to manage your weight and stay healthy for the long-term. That includes protein, vitamins, fruits, vegetables, whole grains and healthy fats.

To practice self-care eating, ask yourself these 6 questions when you are in the grocery store, planning your meals for the week, or sitting down to eat:

Am I eating to fuel my body? Food is energy. If you are choosing food for other reasons, try writing in a food journal to better understand those choices.

Am I including fresh fruits and vegetables? Fruits and vegetables provide important micro-nutrition as well as fibre. Good gut health will lead to a longer life! reduce risk of Colon Cancer.

Am I meeting my hydration goals? 64 oz or 2L of water, each day help you maintain regularity, lubricate joints, avoid headaches, and regulate temperature.

Am I eating at mealtimes? An eating schedule helps you avoid mindless snacking, impulsive or emotional eating, and helps keep calorie intake in check.

Am I focused on the meal, or distracted by something else? Eat in your eating place. Avoid eating in the car, in front of the TV, or in your relaxing place.

You can practice saying this self-care affirmation when you choose nutritious meals!

“I deserve to eat this healthy food, because I am worth it!”

In Conclusion...

We all need to care for ourselves for different reasons. Whether you have a family, work full time outside of the home, or are studying to become a professional and it’s hard to balance both responsibilities with self-care.

Self-care is an essential part of living a healthy life. If you’re not taking care of yourself, you may not be able to take care of the people who matter most to you.

Taking time for yourself without feeling guilty, isn’t selfish. It’s essential. It may be difficult at first, but it’s worth the effort if you want to feel healthy and be there for the people you love the most.

If making yourself a priority isn’t coming naturally to you yet, don’t give up—it only gets easier with practice. It takes different forms depending on your needs and personality preferences. One self-care routine could involve taking walks outside or listening to music while another might mean reading a good book by candlelight.

So, find what works best and inspires you and make yourself a priority.

Have any self care tips you’d like to add? let us know in the comments! (chichi xo)

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