#my manager probably hates me 🥲

[sunaluv]

I love the "Come get your man" series could you make a pt4????[you do not have to]

I love your work sm!!!keep doing what your doing!!!

Drink water, take breaks when needed, take care of your health both mentally & physically!!and see you next ask♡

wooo we back at it again! thanks for checking in on me bae 🥲 take care of yourselves too!

also thanks for 1k followers 🥳

part 3

feat. kenma, tsukishima, iwaizumi

steamer!KENMA

kenma loves his job. as a professional streamer he’s his own boss, he doesn’t have to be around people too often and he’s become really fond of his little online community (not that he’d admit that out loud).

it’s been a week since your unplanned debut on his channel. you didn’t realize he was recording when you came to drop of his snacks, doing your daily check in. ever since, all the tags with his stream name were aggressively loving, basically demanding him to bring back their ‘mother’ to the screen.

you drop in every now and then to remind his viewers to look after themselves, jokingly scolding them for not looking after your man aswell but it’s all fun and games on both ends.

whilst watching his stream in the room next door, you can help but notice a user in particular.

@/kodzubae: LMAOOO i thought he would be dating someone much prettier😭 didn’t know kodzu did charity cases.

even though the chat was moving before you could read all the comments, your eyes always managed to find whatever the user said about you, and none of it was nice. you didn’t have to be told not to read the comments— it’s an unspoken fact but your eyes and brain always seem to betray you, feeding into your minor insecurities.

you haven’t even realized you were staring at a blank screen. kenmas’ stream had ended whilst you were too lost in your thoughts.

“…you alright?” he asked hesitantly.

though your eyes lit up and your lips quirked at the sight of your boyfriend, he knew something was up— call it a sixth sense of his.

you wordlessly tried to convince him that you were okay, talking and joking the rest of the night until you fell asleep in his embrace but none of it felt genuine. he didn’t want to pry, but it physically hurt him to see you hiding things from him.

totally disregarding the first rules of boyfriend 101: “don’t go through your partners phone!”, kenma unlocked your phone, instantly frowning at the screen before him.

it was her twitter page. kenma knew his lifelong fans, and the handle on your screen now was one of them, except it was full of fan behavior for him and blatant hatred for you.

he felt bad.

it wasn’t exactly his fault, but he still felt responsible for the digs at you that were happening on his live.

the next day, you had woken up hours after kenma. you tend to do that when you sleep with a heavy heart.

in the distance, you could hear him talking, probably streaming. so you opened his stream on your phone and tuned in right on time.

“hey guys,” he greeted. “before we start i want to say something…i’ve become aware that ever since ‘mother’,” he emphasized on the quote marks. “made her first appearance, some of you have not been the nicest to her online and i just want to say that that’s a boundary that absolutely cannot be crossed.”

@/user1: WHAT? WHO HURT MOTHER

@/user2: i hope she’s okay :( luv u mom

@/user3: we’re just going to skip over the fact that he acknowledges them as our parents? okay…

@/user4: cross ken >:( cross ken >:(

“so from here on out, any hate towards her will be an instant block. i’ve told my mods too so behave…” he firmly, yet gently scolded.

“now that’s out of the way, today we’ll be…”

you watched the rest of the stream with a smile on your face. though you were working on voicing your concerns and discomfort, it was nice to know that kenma is willing to work for you whilst he waited.

TSUKISHIMA (tall!reader)

“you look so much taller when you’re not welded into tsukkis’ side, ya know?”

startled, you angled your neck down to see one of your classmates.

you had been avoiding her, and she, you. but it seems she’s finally willing to break this ongoing silent tension fest between you two.

“what do you want.” you deadpanned.

she gasped. “you’re too mean! tsukishima doesn’t deserve to be with someone like you, he deserves someone who is more down to earth, you get me?”

she eyed you up and down to emphasize her point.

taking your silence as willingness to listen, she continued. “i mean your too tall! granted he is too but opposites attract, he needs someone who will look good with him, like me.”

you folded your lips inward to contain your laughter. you and basically everyone knew about this girls love for your boyfriend, but you never pegged her as the type to come at you like this.

“you can have him if you want,” you waved. “kei looooves short girls.”

her eyes lit up in victory, obviously not sensing your sarcasm. “cool, just make sure you break up with him today because-“

“nobody is breaking up with anyone.” a voice shot.

low and behold, your six foot something boyfriend shutting down any advances you were planning to set him up with. though he joined the conversation, he only appeared to be addressing you.

“kei! i-“

“tsukishima.”

“tsukki! i-”

“no.”

he made eye contact with your smirking face over the girls head. “you were just gonna throw me to the wolves like that?” he asked offended.

you chucked. “there’s no wolves kei, look at her” you pinched the cheek of the stunned girl stood in between you two. “she’s harmless, like a poodle.”

she stood, mouth open seemingly in shock.

looking back at him, his face did not let up. you sighed.

“i’m sorry kei,” you breathed through your nose. “i will never subject you to such a horrible, earth shattering, torturous-“

“that’s enough, my god” he groaned. grabbing your wrist, he dragged you by the wrist, only slowing down when you rounded the corner, out of the girls view.

“you know i was joking, right.” you poked his cheek, to which he swatted your hand away.

“i know you’re joking,” his signature smirk appeared. “after all you wouldn’t throw away the opportunity to date the guy you’ve been crushing on for as long as you’ve been here. if i recall, your confession went along the lines of ‘i-“

you slapped your hand over his mouth in embarrassment. leave it to the guy to turn your confession into a weapon against you.

you playfully bickered down the rest of the hall, forgetting all about the girl who had tried to take your place earlier.

IWAIZUMI

“are you sure you’re not only using him to like, get to oikawa or something?”

the first words this girl had spoken to you. you don’t know who she is, or where she came from but she has some nerve coming with such a ridiculous question considering you haven’t formally met before.

“excuse me?”

“you heard me,” her tone was now accusatory. “i’ve seen many girls do iwa dirty because they want oikawa so if that’s the case save yourself an ass beating and leave him alone!”

you don’t know if you have bad memory or what because you don’t know who this girl is and as far as your concerned, neither does your boyfriend.

“i’m sorry, are you a friend of his?” you were more confused than anything.

“i am his and he is mine.”

woah.

you didn’t want to accuse her, but every sign she was showing pointed to a major case of FDS (fan delusion syndrome), a case of the crazies found in fans of the oikawa toru founded by you, maki and mattsun, but you were unaware that this case was also present in your boyfriends own… supporters.

you don’t blame them though because your man is a total hunkkkk. anyways.

right on queue, the door slid open and both of your heads turned to meet hajime’s, and of course he has to show up with a sweaty face, shirt practically clinging to his defined body.

“hajime!” the girl called, running and stopping infront of him. “she’s using you do get to oikawa, break up with her!”

he followed the finger that was pointed to you— confused and lost in the middle of the gym.

“that’s my girlfriend, she doesn’t like him like that.”

the sound of a shattered heart pierced the sudden silence. “w-w-what do you mean girlfriend, she’s after toru i’m sure of it!”

a humorless chuckle sounded from his throat. “trust me, she doesn’t ”

being cautious not to set the girl off, he traversed around her, and straight to you who watched the whole interaction both concerned and amused.

“wowww,” you breathed. “i didn’t know you were also a cause for FDS.”

“what?”

“nothing,” you straightened. “i don’t blame her though. i would go crazy if you walked around looking like that too.”

his face flushed and he turned away. “stop saying things like that…”

you smiled, poking his cheek. “what, i can’t appreciate my boyfriend who’s built like he was carved from the greek gods himself?”

he walked away after pushing your face with his hand, drowning your chuckle.

“c’mon haji, don’t be like that,” you chased after him. “you have to be feeling yourself a little after seeing the affect you have of the seijoh population!”

the girl watched as you made her ‘man’ flush, comment after comment, feeling numb as she watched him get more and more out of his reach.

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[thatdeadaquarius]

Okay so-- i was reading some sagau posts and came across this one where the reader was an army vet and my brain just Did Its Thing--

So now I'm here to inflict this on to you--

Would guns be considered as catalysts. And would they only do Phys Damage.

Me reading this ask:

😶 😐 🤨 🧐 🧐 😰 🥲 😭😭😭 💀

STOP YOU'VE INFLICTED ME WITH PSYCHOLOGICAL DMG FROM THIS ASK 😭

(Also srry took so long to respond, when i didnt realize how short this was/was just sitting over here 😓)

^ For the sake of gun imagery being a lot/maybe staff might hate me for it,

we'll put this gay shit instead (i almost mispelled to "gay shot" lmao)

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Sun: Army Veteran Reader, Gender neutral Reader (you/they/them)

Orbit: SHORT Headcanons

Stars: everybody bc i think itd be funny

Comets & Meteors: Content Warnings: gun stuff, mild violence, mild cursing & Trigger Warnings: Gun fun everywhere

THIS ASK HAS ME GIGGLING TO MYSELF LIKE A MANIAC

You're out here having a whole gun they let you take for off-base

And u ofc have a license so u can conceal carry

(idk how non-american gun laws work, but tbh ours are so fucked idk how they work here either, just that an army guy i knew once could have his gun when he got back home)

And ofc ur just paranoid enough (more like it just makes u feel safe)

That when u get yoinked into a portal to a silly little brightly colored gacha game fantasy world, the gun comes with 💀

Id like to add in my silly little "ur in a video game, so video game rules" AU version of genshin so:

The only other gun (ish) wielder (Mika) has unlimited bolts

Sooo I'd think your gun would be the same jfc lol

NO BC YOUD SCARE THE ACTUAL SHIT OUT OF EVERYONE IN UR VICINITY IN A BATTLE

BC GUNSHOTS ARE A DIFFERENT TYPE OF LOUD

When u first stumble into abyss monsters/hostile creatures of the realm, u nearly scare off a Lawlachurl bc every shot's like thunder to these bitches😭

So not only the monsters but the vision holders think u fucking summoned lightning

OMG THE BULLETS ARE SO FAST THEYD PROBABLY NOT SEE IT

ESP BC DISTRACTED BY GUNSHOT LOUDNESS

SO U AIM THIS LITTLE BLACK CROSSBOW (???) AND THINGS JUST DIE (OR GET RIDDLED WITH HOLES) WITH NO CLEAR ARROW STICKING OUT

STOPP- you're becoming a witchy god or smth to all of Teyvat bc it just looks like hella high level magic atp to them LMAOOO

Rumors of you get out of hand and say u just point or snap ur fingers and things get wounded/just die on the spot 💀

Oh another difference between Teyvatians seeing ur gun vs. crossbow (what they know)

Is that guns are wayyyy more destructive

Like an arrow would get shot but it'd bounce off of things like rock or wood or metal, maybe dent a little depending on how close

But a bullet goes thru that shit so easy, and leaves a whole little explosion behind, once again depending on range

(I once saw a Mythbusters episode? of them proving bullets would definitely go thru car doors, like movies lied to u, this is why drive-bys acc work like for gangs)

Lmao, the image of you in like full armor with a Teyvat made automatic gun after showing it to blacksmiths

Makes u just more convincing as a god, esp bc military training

(Ppl like Gorou and Kokomi begging for military tactics/training ur world has done)

...

....Ok.

I'll address it.

But only so u dont think im stupid later.

Yes, the Fatui have guns.

No, this not the same as having a glock LMAO

End of story.

(Also, urs runs on bullets, whereas the Fatui rely on magic/delusions to power theirs, plus they dont seem as fast or destructive as urs, more "explosions aimed at you" than real bullets)

Which,,, u leave the managing of ppl copying ur gun to ppl like the Qixing or smth, but make sure to give them advice on good gun laws if teyvat accidentally revolutionizes bc of ur advanced gun that anybody can wield (non-vision users)

Thats the best ive got abt that

Oh, also enjoy being praised as a War god now.

:)

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... dammit i had smth i was gonna tell u guys-

Uh what tf was it, it was important

OH

Next post is the Eldritch God Oneshot! Look out for it :) !!

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Safe Travels Kid,

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#lookie i made my first border image guys!! 🥺 #a little rough but eh #i used a stock image and then added that little moon #also this gun shit takes me out i could write just a whole crack oneshot abt ending up in teyvat with a gun lmao #genshin sagau #genshin impact #sagau #genshin isekai #genshin imagines #my asks #gender neutral reader #genshin impact sagau #self aware genshin #✨️forgot all my tags again✨️ #uh #genshin harem #i mean what #genshin x reader

[bless-my-demons]

Redamancy: Chapter Twenty-Eight

Series Summary: What happens when your soulmate is a vampire that struggles to maintain a diet of trying not to kill you? Common sense says run for the hills, nothing is worth your life - but my heart is whispering why not, what’s there to lose?

Warnings: Just fluff, heart-wrenching fluff

Notes: Okay, so. Last Sunday in my most graceful hour, I dislocated and subsequently fractured my thumb🙂 I also hated what I originally wrote and spent all week re-writing and re-writing this scene. I hope this isn’t trash and you guys like it, I’m so sorry for the delay on this one🥲

Word Count: 1614

Series Masterlist

• April 1st, 2006 • Home •

Reader

Ten o’clock on the dot, as promised, a knock on the front door draws me from my reverie. I’d spent the last 30 minutes after getting ready, lost in my head on the couch. Surely today’s talk with Jasper won’t end badly, god I hope not.

Swinging the door open, my eyes snap to his and a smile takes over my face on instinct. “Hey.”

“Good morning, darlin’.” The way his accent wraps around that familiar term of endearment will always make me weak in the knees.

He almost completely blocks my view but bright yellow behind him just barely snags my vision-is that?

“Did you-?”

“Borrow my sister’s apology gift? Yes, it’s a little bit too wet for a bike ride, sweetheart.” Turning to look at Alice’s car, he misses the blush heating my cheeks at the memory of the last time I was on his motorcycle, holding him close.

“Fair enough.” I turn to snag my coat from the hook near the door before closing and locking it.

His outstretched hand helps be down the front stairs before leading me to the passenger side of the beautiful Porsche. Beautiful is an understatement for this piece of machinery, I hate to even ruin the floor mats with my wet shoes.

“Alice chose her gift wisely, Edward did good.” Jasper chuckles slightly at my comment as I lower myself into the seat and he shuts the door gently, cocooning me in silence momentarily until his door opens.

“What she did for him - to save him, this was the least he could do.” Watching him start the car, I realize it’s a manual transmission.

He smoothly shifts it into reverse to exit my driveway before shifting again to leave the neighborhood. My brain stutters a little as I watch him maneuver the car, god - is everything this man does going to be ridiculously attractive?

“Where are we going?” I manage to drag my gaze from his hand and I’m caught, he smirks like he fucking knows.

“Since everyone is home, we’re going somewhere with privacy.” A shiver trickles over my skin quickly even though I’m wearing a coat, somewhere with privacy.

Excitement begins to bubble up in my chest and I opt to watch the trees as the pass by quickly outside my window, trying and probably failing to hide my own smirk.

Jasper

Easing the car to a stop, I watch as the realization of where we are dawns on her.

“Our spot!” A breathtaking smile overtakes her face as she turns to me quickly and I’m stunned, it’s like I’m staring at an angel incarnate, gorgeous.

I chuckle and exit the vehicle, excitement and pure joy flow from her unmitigated and I smile to myself, letting her emotion wash over me like waves gently lapping at the shore.

I barely graze the door handle with my fingers before her impatience at my lack of speed flings the door open. The moment I met her quickly flashing through my mind before I catch the door, stopping it from snapping back closed in her face. “Darlin’-” I tease her, but I’m not the object of her focus.

“This view really is unfair.” Her voice is gentle as she brushes past me and closes in on the railing at the edge, protectiveness flaring in my chest at her proximity to danger.

Sporadic, gloomy clouds dot the ridge line, but the scenery is bathed in a wetness from the rain that highlights the deep tones of the forest. The air is crisp and humid, clean but also heavy with the scent of drenched wood.

“It is.” But I’m not talking about what’s beyond, I’m looking at her.

She turns at my comment and realizes my words since my eyes never leave hers, a warm blush floods her face and I quickly remove the distance between us, my finger under her chin to stop her from hiding bashfully.

“No hiding from me, not this beautiful face.” I whisper as my eyes dance along the planes and contours of her. Her joy increases tenfold and I swear it gives me a new life, she gives me new life.

I kiss her quickly even though it goes against every fiber of my being not to take my time with her mouth, but we’re here for a purpose. For a conversation long overdue.

Jasper

Taking a deep breath and a step backwards to keep my head on straight, I dig down to my very core - somewhere no one else has been, and begin.

“To know me is to hate me - to hate me like I hate myself. I hate what I am at a cellular level. I can’t be a normal guy in love with a normal girl. I can’t allow myself to be caught up in you, your scent, your touch. I have to keep myself in check, I can’t let my thoughts or feelings run away from myself with you near. I can’t seduce you in ways I wish I could without the fear of hurting you.” A deep breath in and out, my throat is raw for the first time in a very long time, like the words bubbling up are burning. “And because I hate what I am, I hate who I am. I’m a monster that killed without complaint or a second thought for so long. It withered away at my soul, at my very core. It changed me entirely, I can’t rewind and get that version of myself back.” I swallow hard. My fingers run furrows through my hair, my skin is fucking crawling. “So how am I supposed to let you love someone like myself? How do I tether an angel like you, to a demon like me? How do I ask you to compromise yourself to fit into my world? Because you have to bend to me, you have to keep my secrets and give up so much of a normal life just to be mine. How do I ask that of the person I hold in highest regard? In the chance you choose this life, choose to change - you’re giving up on moving forward, having children, grandchildren, growing old with someone you love, staying in the lives of your loved ones, the list goes on and on and on. You could potentially come to resent me and darlin’, I wouldn’t survive that.” I pause, letting the words ruminate.

I feel slightly human again, breathing like I’ve run for miles. And I have, I’ve been outrunning this horrible inner monologue for one-hundred and forty-three years. Alone.

Until now. Until her.

Reader

I-I’m stunned. He can’t possibly think all of these things about himself, not this absolute gentleman, this tender and kind man?

“To get to know me-to love me, is a death sentence. I’m a walking liability, I’m not safe. With everything I’ve done, I’m a monster.”

“You are no such thing-” he opens his mouth to interrupt, but I’m quick to stop him. Giving him an encouraging smile I ask, “Let me get this out?”

His eyes are desperate and hanging on for dear life waiting for what I have to say.

“To know you is to love you, Jasper. You are so many things, but a death sentence - a liability, isn’t any of them. Nobody is safe in this world and I’m certainly safest when I’m with you.” Happy tears prick at my eyes as I dredge all of these feelings up, words he should’ve heard a lifetime ago. “And above it all, you. Are. Not. A. Monster. In any shape or form, Jasper Hale. You had a master manipulator as a creator, and she twisted you until you couldn’t take it anymore - until you had to run away. Monsters don’t feel remorse, regret, or empathy. This right here - what you’re feeling when you look inwards, is proof enough that you are not this terrible horrible thing incapable of giving or receiving love.” I smile up at him, so relieved to get this off my chest, “And if the last six months is anything, it’s proof that I don’t want this life if you aren’t in it. It’s insanity to even suggest that I could love anyone else a fraction of the amount that I love you, even more so to insinuate I’d ever build a life with anyone other than you. So no, I don’t care about any of those things, not if I can’t have you.”

I can see the racing thoughts behind the storm in his eyes, the war my words have waged on the inner monologue he’s had for most of his life. I don’t expect to change his way of thinking instantly, but all I’m looking for is just a ripple, a slight shift in the tide, something to work with and build over time because I’m not fucking going anywhere.

This man deserves someone to fight for him and I was meant to dawn this armor.

Jasper

“You have to know that you have an out, you don’t have to do this.” She’s stepping forward to cup my face and the depth of her eyes has me in a trance.

“I’m already all in, I’ve been in since the moment I met you. Stop offering outs, no amount of harsh truths are going to scare me away. It’s me and you.” She says it with such conviction my breath stutters.

“Me and you?” Unreal, this anchor holding me to earth, this angel willing to brave this life with me.

“Always.” She confirms my fate - our fate, like a simple fact. Short and sweet, just like her

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[here2bbtstrash]

yoongi telling Jungkook you have a thing for his nose and Jungkook let’s you ride it 🥲 perhaps yoongi watches too 🤔

i rly did not think i was into nose riding before this but...... welp. consider me yoongi 😂 you know the drill, unedited, i did not read this back, it is probably chaotic lmao

send me some freaky deaky shit i might write it idk idk

pairing: jungkook x reader, ft. voyeur yoongi word count: 1.4k (i had too much fun with the banter at the beginning alright) contains: just a whole lot of face riding/tongue and nose fucking honestly *go to town by doja cat plays in the distance* y'all know i'm always down to write about eating pussy. also yoongi watches/kind of instructs oop 👀

Jungkook is used to people thinking he’s hot. Maybe that’s vain, but it’s the truth.

He’s got a few different categories of attributes that attract people to him, just depending on what they tend to gravitate towards. Some are into the tattoos and the piercings, dark hair pushed back with a few strands falling down, the bad boy energy. Some like him for his boyish charm, big innocent eyes, handsome face. Some have even mentioned his front teeth, which he thinks is a little weird, but y’know. Whatever. If they get him laid, he’s not complaining.

But no one has ever specifically brought up this feature before.

“My nose?!” He’s sure Yoongi is fucking with him.

At least, he thinks so, until he sees the look on your face. You’re sitting on the couch, looking all wholesome in the way that makes him want to fucking devour you, a pretty sundress and bare feet.

Yoongi is sitting sideways on the nearby recliner, already looking done with this conversation. The one he initiated.

“I swear, you give this girl two shots and she’ll tell you every dirty secret she has,” he scoffs.

Jungkook’s eyes go wide as his gaze swivels back to you. “You drank Yoongi’s whiskey?!” He knows firsthand that shit is potent. Two shots would have him nearly under the table.

You giggle a little, clearly nervous. “Mistakes were made.”

“She’s into your nose, dude. I don’t know what to tell you.” Yoongi crosses his hands behind his head with a lazy smirk.

Jungkook stammers, trying to understand, as you flop over onto the couch. “This is so embarrassing,” you groan, face muffled by the cushion. “Do you remember my ex?”

The question alone is enough to make Jungkook’s hands curl into fists at his sides. He hated your ex– would honestly probably fight him on sight. “Yeah,” he manages, doing his best to keep his voice even and unaffected.

“That guy sucked!” Yoongi assesses correctly.

“You’re not wrong,” you admit. “But he had that big nose, right? And when he would go down on me, and especially when I would ride his face…” You trail off, rolling over so Jungkook can see you again.

“I’m confused,” Jungkook says, because he is.

“If you don’t know how to eat pussy, just say that,” Yoongi says with a wry laugh.

“Yours just looks like it would feel really good.”

Jungkook doesn’t understand why he’s needing to be talked into this. The minute you said ride his face, he should’ve been laying flat on the couch with his tongue out.

“I’ll do it right now,” he says, hating the way his voice shakes slightly with excitement. “But I don’t know what I’m doing.” His eyes jump from you to Yoongi, desperate for guidance. “Hyung–”

“Jesus,” Yoongi sighs. “Will you lay down?”

You sit up to give him room and Jungkook wastes no time taking your place spread out on the couch. He tilts his head up to watch you shimmy your panties down and off– they’re lacy and pink and fuck, yep, that’s enough to get him to pop a boner in his sweatpants.

He hopes Yoongi doesn’t mind. Is this weird? This is probably weird.

You pause on your way up to his face, dropping your hips down to sit on his chest, and he can feel the warmth between your legs pressed against him. Fuck, he wants this so bad.

“Just… tap me if I start to suffocate you,” you say with another nervous laugh. “Sometimes I get really into it.”

Jungkook would literally die under your skirt if you’d let him. But he still doesn’t know what he’s doing.

“So… I’m fucking you with my nose?”

You shrug and say, “I mean, you can,” at the same time Yoongi grunts, “no, dumbass!”

Jungkook looks helplessly between the two of you, and Yoongi sighs like he’s hopeless. “Just tongue fuck her. Let her do the rest.” Now those are words Jungkook understands.

He only has a moment to panic about how this is really happening, a fantasy he’s been imagining (and yes, jacking off to) for he doesn’t even know how long, and then your hips are scooting up to lower over his face and his competitive mode kicks in.

Jungkook may have only learned about the concept three seconds ago, but he’s determined to be the best nose ride you’ve ever had.

His hands slip up to grab your ass under your skirt, pulling you flush against him, and your thighs are so fucking soft. Yeah, he could stay here for hours, if you’d let him.

Jungkook circles your entrance with his tongue, wanting to start you off slow and gentle, wanting to treat you right. But then you make this breathy little whimper, and he really can’t control himself. He licks into you like he’s hungry for your pussy, moaning a little at the taste, the feeling of your walls squeezing around his tongue.

It’s all better than he imagined– he doesn’t know how that’s fucking possible.

He’s so caught up in his work, his determination to be the best as he plunges his tongue into you over and over, that he sort of forgets the whole point of this until your hips just barely start to rock.

Your clit bumps against his nose, and ohhhhh. That makes so much fucking sense. Jungkook doesn’t understand why Yoongi couldn’t have just said that.

But fuck, it occurs to him as you start to move that there’s something so insanely hot about this. Being useful to you like this, of service, yours to do whatever you want with– including rub your fucking clit on his nose.

Jungkook has to tell himself to focus so he doesn’t come in his pants.

You’ve fallen into a steady rhythm now, and the amount of arousal you’re working up from grinding your clit against him is truly insane. It’s certainly enough to keep his tongue busy, trying to lap up every last bit, but you’re too fucking wet for him to keep up. He can feel your juices starting to drip down his chin.

Jungkook’s hands on your ass squeeze hard in an attempt to pull you impossibly closer. Fuck breathing. He wants to drown in this.

With a near-growl, Jungkook moves his tongue up until he finds the right texture, pressing down and starting to lick insistent circles against your g-spot. He’s more than a little lost in you, but not so much that he doesn’t hear the way you cry out at the feeling, gasping, swearing, “right fucking there, Jungkook.”

You’re practically bouncing on his face now, onto tongue and nose combined, and he gasps against your pussy, only working his tongue that much harder inside you in return. Deliberate, devouring, sloppy passes, over and over, the whole bottom half of his face drenched with your arousal now.

When your hips start to stutter and your rhythm falters, Jungkook doesn’t miss a beat.

He takes over, fingers digging into the curve of your ass, nodding his head up and down so he can keep nudging at your clit and keep fucking you with his tongue. He doesn’t stop when your hands fist in his hair, doesn’t stop when you let out a moan that’s nearly a sob, and doesn’t stop when he feels your walls start to pulse around him and your arousal gush into his mouth.

You’re the one who finally pulls away, squirming with overstimulation and moving back to your initial seat on his chest. Jungkook can feel your pussy instantly soaking through his t-shirt, and honestly, he’s a little sad to be parted from it.

Though it does also occur to him that he’s fucking lightheaded. Damn. You maybe weren’t kidding about the suffocation thing, but Jungkook genuinely can’t think of a better way to die. The blissed out look on your face right now makes him think it would be worth every one of his last seconds.

“You were better than I thought you’d be.”

Jungkook’s eyebrows nearly shoot off his face at the realization that the compliment did not come from you, but from Yoongi, who is swinging his legs over the arm of the chair and climbing to his feet.

“Welp, thanks for the boner.”

Yoongi is disappearing down the hallway before Jungkook can even think of a response, before he has time to wonder if it’s weird that his hyung just watched him nose fuck someone. Jungkook wipes the back of his hand over his chin and neck, brain still too stupid from drowning in pussy to be able to process any of this.

“Wrap it before you tap it!” Yoongi’s voice echoes back into the living room. “And no jizz stains on the couch – it was expensive!”

#jungkook smut #jungkook x reader #bts smut #bts x reader #anonymous

[its-time-to-write]

i know now it’ll pass - ch. 5

I think these last two chapters are my favorite🥲 Lmk with you all think of the series bc I crave validation!!! No such thing as too many comments🥺🥺

still miss you

It’s the worst. You’re working in Manchester of all places, and you really wish that you were somewhere else. But they paid the most and offered housing and were able to hire you within two and a half weeks of your breakup. Higgins wrote a glowing letter of recommendation, and just like that, you were gone. 

You’re going to miss your flat, you realize. You don’t even know who bought it. Doesn’t matter. They were willing to pay twice what it was worth as long as they were the offer you accepted.

It’s good that Jamie won’t see you around. Won’t have any lingering reminders. It’s good that you’re the one who ended things, because he won’t be able to blame himself for it. (He probably still will, you think, but you put that thought in a tiny box and put it on a shelf far away.) 

Jamie doesn’t see you, but you see him. You see him in photos on the wall and hear him in the local voices and wish you could have just accepted his love for a little while longer.

You watch every single one of his games and cheer when he makes a goal. Or a pass. Or anything, really. He’s started running like Roy Kent did at Chelsea, like he’s angry at the grass. At least his anger is channeled into something productive.

Your new flat faces the sun, and you’re on the steps all the time. It’s not standard housing, it’s a real actual flat that Man City bought for you. It’s not big but it’s clean and yours and has a real, actual garden in the back. You think that you can manage this until you meet your neighbors and realize you’re really and truly fucked and the universe hates you.

You met the husband, Simon, on one of your sleepless nights. It was still relatively early, just 1:30, but you could tell that you weren’t going to get much sleep. Dr. Sharon transferred you to someone in Manchester, but now you were awake for different reasons. Jamie’s face kept haunting you so you kept your eyes wide open. Some mornings you’d wake up under the weighted blanket and think that it was him, in your groggy haze. Then you’d blink a couple times and remember that you’d broken up.

So you don’t sleep much. And now you’re on the porch with a cup of the tea Jamie’s mum recommended so long ago, the strong smell steaming into the air. As you sit down on your chair (you have a chair now) you hear a soft voice say, “Lovely night, isn’t it?” You nod and look over to see your neighbor sitting on his chair as well on the lawn. 

“Sometimes I like to come out here and look at the stars,” he continues. “Can’t always see very many of them, but the fresh air is nice. I’m Simon, by the way.”

You nod again, give him your name, and sip your tea.

“Is that Sleep Plus by Twinings?” he asks. “I only ask because my wife swears by it. Has a cuppa every single night, so I’m well-acquainted with the smell.”

You smile. “Yeah, it is. A friend gave it to me. Said his mum loved it too. I have trouble sleeping, so…”

Simon nods. “Georgie, that’s my wife, used to have the same problem. Too many things on her mind, she said. But she’s been alright ever since we’ve been married. She says that it wasn’t really a chemical problem in her brain, but more the fact that she was always worried. Took me years to show her I wasn’t someone she needed to be worried around. But, I proved myself and here we are.” He chuckles fondly. “She’s upstairs snoring loud as can be.”

You sit in silence a while longer before Simon gets up and says, “Lovely to meet you. I’ll have Georgie invite you ‘round for tea sometime.”

Tea with your neighbors sounds wonderful until you walk into their flat and see pictures of Georgie’s son on the walls and on tables and on the fridge and in basically every possible space she can find. Simon mentions how he researched creative things to do with photographs because it “helps Georgie when she misses him,” and you know for an absolute fact that the universe has a personal hatred for you.

It has to, because why else would you have unwittingly gotten a flat right next to Jamie’s parents?

You force yourself to behave as normally as possible and thank them for a lovely meal. Georgie grabs your arm on the way out and says you ought to come over again some time. She hugs you and tells you she didn’t have a sparkle in her eyes at your age, either. She knows what it’s like and maybe you can have tea together tomorrow night, just the two of you. Talk about it and maybe you don’t have to struggle as much as she did.

You don’t smile at her, but she doesn’t mind. Georgie reaches out a hand to wipe away a tear and says, “Oh love. It’ll be alright. You’re not alone all the way out here. I miss my son something terrible and I can see you’re missing someone too. You’ve already made me feel better and I hope I can help you the way you’ve helped me. Good to have someone young around here.”

She’s smiling, and you realize she and Jamie have the same soft eyes.

Georgie hugs you tight again before you can bolt out the door. “You’re not alone, sweetheart,” she whispers. “You’ll be alright.”

—

Simon and Georgie are a godsend. Sure, you have to suffer their son staring down at you from his various portraits in the house, but you can talk to them. They’re like parents with the way Georgie hugs you and Simon is always bringing over excess baked goods. They’re always available to talk and listen, to laugh and sometimes, to cry.

Georgie tells you about her ex-husband one nights and it’s enough to make you sob. You tell her about your ex-boyfriend (the bad one) through gasps while she rubs your back and murmurs, “I’m right here, love.”

“How were you able to be with Simon?” you ask once you’ve calmed down. “I just can’t understand that. I’ve tried, I really have, but I was just waiting for him to get tired of me. And I’m not positive he ever would have.”

Georgie thinks for a moment. “I think I finally realized that James was not the standard for all men. He and Simon were very different, and Simon always showed me he respected me as a person. It took years of that, but here we are.” She laughs. “He’s a very patient man. Not many would put up with me and my Jamie.”

Jamie was patient. And funny. And the exact opposite of your ex. He’s confident with a touch of arrogance, but it’s the kind of confidence that’s contagious as opposed to oppressive. He’s sweet and thoughtful, and does things without expecting something in return. He likes to make you smile just for the sake of it, and you like to do the same.

You’re shaken from your reverie by Georgie saying, “That reminds me, Jamie’s coming into town this weekend. You should come over to meet him.”

She and Simon share a not-so-subtle glance that means you should date our son and become our actual daughter-in-law because you’re basically already ours, and that’s when you decide you’re going to be horribly ill.

“I’d love to,” you say out loud. “I’ll check my calendar.”

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#jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt fanfiction #jamie tartt imagine #jamie tartt x y/n #jamie tartt x you #jamie tartt #ted lasso

[violetvelourr]

The Wedding…

Another scene we were deprived of 🥺

First of all, thanks for the ask, @dreamerofthewinds 🤭

I never know when an innocent question or mention can influence me, but this was one of those instances 😆

So yeah, I do get asked occasionally about Kakashi’s and Arina’s wedding.

It’s as “easy” as planning your own wedding, only even harder 😆

I don’t know when that should happen: probably after the war when he has completely let go of the past (even though I don’t really put that as an obstacle to their relationship in my stories). But still seems about right. Also the fact that he is to become Hokage also makes sense for this timeline - they should enjoy some time together before that happens. But on the other hand having kids right during his Hokage era is a bit cruel 🥴 but again, I don’t see a better option - going through war with the kids is hardly a better idea… so yeah, sacrifices must be made 🙈 after all, Minato and Kushina managed to have a family despite Minato becoming Hokage 🥲

But let’s get back to the marriage then, now that it’s settled for roughly half a year after the war ends…

I have too many and often controversial thoughts about this:

* they wouldn’t even want a grand wedding because both are not very public people

* but on the other hand, they would want some close people to share the day with

* Oops, the list went out of control

* Arina secretly wishes for a traditional ceremony but at the same time feels she doesn’t deserve it

* She also loves seeing Kakashi in kimono 🤭

* But I would want to see her in a “western” outfit 🤔

* I guess it’s possible that they had two ceremonies: Shinto and civil, which solves the problem with outfits: they get to wear both

* But Kakashi hates formal attire, especially western suits (head canon)

Also I can’t decide how to go around Kakashi’s mask and kiss: one option would be Arina to use the bouquet to cover them during the kiss.

On the other hand, I rather enjoy the naughty idea of Kakashi disrupting the ceremony by carelessly removing the mask for the kiss in the heat of the moment.

Imagine: they kiss, fully absorbed in each other. And at some point they simultaneously realize it’s dead silence in the hall. They break the kiss, glance sideways at the crowd to find everyone going “😳😲🫢🤩”

And Arina would poke Kakashi while everyone is still frozen and reproach him jokingly in whisper for stealing the moment 🤭🤭🤭 (I also think it’s a bit unfair to do that to a bride 😅).

So yeah, after all of these brainstorms, in the end I got a bit carried away and messed up completely with the illustration I made - there is no kiss during the Shinto ceremony, so they shouldn’t be dressed like that if they were kissing… 🤣

Well, the perks of being an artist is that you can draw as many absurd scenarios as you want 🤭

But I hope that one day I will find a satisfying solution for their “canon” wedding 🙈

☙ ❦ ❧

Hatake Kakashi © Kishimoto Masashi

#kakashi face #kakashi without mask #unmask kakashi #kakashi x oc #kakashi #naruto #Kakashi fanart #Kakashi’s wedding #OC: Arina #Kakashi x Arina #many words…

[forasecondtherewedwon]

You tired of seeing me your inbox yet? 🥲❤️ please do tell me if the third Buck/Bucky prompt in a row is too much, I’d hate to ask for something you ain’t feeling and to impose.

But, if you are so inclined I like the idea of what your writing magic could conjure up with:

12. Cloying sweetness on the back of your tongue or/and 26. The smell of Cologne/Perfume on warm skin

Thanks in advance once again, for real.

little fix

Fandom: Masters of the Air Pairing: Gale "Buck" Cleven x John "Bucky" Egan Rating: E Word Count: 2778

Summary: Gale dabbed on extra cologne in preparation for the many, many hours he knew he'd be spending in the cockpit. Once in Algeria, the heat reinvigorates the scent, and John notices. Gale kinda likes that he does.

Algeria, and the heat rose shimmering from the dusty earth as well as radiating down from the white-hot marble of the sun. The temperature in combination with the losses they’d suffered in enemy airspace had the boys hankering to go off on their own. Limited shade had snaffled those plans, forcing them together.

Gale grabbed the dog tags hanging from his neck, tossing them aside so they flicked around and hung down his back instead, the hot chains tracing a fine, burning line across his throat. He hated waiting. Then he felt bad about that, since this baking purgatory was better than death. He knew how to manage the heat, how to move slowly, how to soak the shirt of his uniform and put it on his head so his vision wouldn’t swim in this dry desert pool. Still, he was irritable, feeling useless. What he really hated was circumstances beyond his control telling him to stop—making him stop. He felt pressed beneath the world’s sweaty palm. It was pointless to wriggle. That wouldn’t get him free.

He stood by his plane, resisting the urge to reach up and lean, as it would’ve meant placing his hand on the burning wing. To occupy his restless hands, he plucked the tank from his chest and flapped it to simulate a breeze that just wasn’t there. He was watching John amble past when his friend stopped abruptly, as if called to attention. John’s head whipped around to face his way. His dog tags glinted. His eyebrows drew together above his sunglasses.

When Gale lazily lifted his hand in greeting, John ignored it, continuing on. Well. Sound seemed muffled to Gale in the heat; he couldn’t hear what John was saying to the boys, but they shifted into halting motion, congregating a hundred yards off. John sauntered back his way.

“You givin’ orders now, Major?” Gale lobbed.

He studied John’s mouth, which twitched and pinched, fighting some smartass comeback. He wondered whether John had just contained an order for him.

“Just keepin’ ’em sharp while we wait for the twelfth,” John said, joining him by the wing. He stopped, pushed his sunglasses up his forehead, and squinted around. “You know you’re not in the shade, right?”

“I won’t feel any real relief until we’re back in the air,” Gale confessed.

He probably should’ve stepped out of the sun though; he could feel the sweat rolling down his skin. Releasing a puff of breath to ready himself for movement, Gale swiftly peeled the damp cotton tank from his skin and let it fall to the ground.

From John, there came a sound like a groan that rippled into a short cough. Gale looked at him askance.

“You smell,” John explained bluntly, before dropping the glasses back over his eyes.

Gale stared at him in numb disbelief.

“You really gonna—”

“No,” John said, cutting across Gale’s retort, “you smell good.”

“Alright,” Gale replied simply.

But he’d felt something at John’s surprising response—a kind of tingle up his back. Refreshing.

“It’s cologne,” he added, when John continued to stand next to him in silence. “I knew I’d be sittin’ in that cockpit a long time, and I didn’t want to smell like I had. Spare my boys’ noses.”

“What’d you do? Bathe in it before we left the base?” John rocked towards him, just a little. His chin tilted up and Gale knew John was inhaling. He was being breathed in.

“Too strong?”

“Nah, I’m just surprised I can still smell it. Seems like England was forever ago.”

Gale shook his head to indicate he didn’t have an answer.

“Must be the heat,” he offered, because that seemed as good as anything.

“Right.”

John stood there another minute, hands on his hips. Sunlight flared off his sunglasses and Gale couldn’t tell whether or not John was staring at him. He glanced towards the men. They were awfully far off, comparing logs, by the looks of it.

“You want help checkin’ your ship?” John proposed.

Gale shot him a quizzical look. Checking his ship? What, had Lemmons taught John some secret fix Gale didn’t know about? He doubted it. John’s hands moved, thumbs tucked into the waist of his pants as they slid towards his fly, palms settling on his hipbones. The triangle made by his index fingers drew the eye. Yeah, Gale doubted it very much.

He heaved on the hatch and offered, “After you.”

John’s mouth stretched into a thin, dangerous smile, and he hauled himself up into the plane. Gale followed.

The air inside was hot and dense, making him immediately lightheaded. He blinked as his eyes adjusted to the interior, adding to his disorientation. There was John, removing his sunglasses and casting them aside at the navigator’s station. Careful, Gale wanted to caution. You’ll need those again. But not inside, not in here. He smirked as John suddenly tried to play it cool, scanning his eyes unseeingly across a chart. Gale reached up and braced his palms overhead, just to wait John out, but when John turned, he knew he’d caught the scent of the cologne again. Mostly because John went, “Oh, god,” and swept his gaze down Gale’s body.

Gale was already growing hard when he advanced on John, planting a hand on his chest and shoving him into the navigator’s seat.

“Not sure it’ll hold us both,” he muttered, but John’s hands were on the back of his thighs, and hell, it wasn’t like this wasn’t exactly what Gale’d planned to do.

He straddled John, sinking onto his lap. As soon as he was close enough, John had his nose thrust against the middle of his chest, breathing deeply. Gale prided himself on his ability to maintain his composure, but he couldn’t have denied the broken groan that left him when John’s tongue lapped a wet line up his skin. John exhaled, making the air on the licked strip feel almost cool.

“Can taste it,” John muttered against him. “Sweet, salty.”

Gale grasped John firmly by the chin and raised his face.

“Lemme see,” he said, eyelids lowering as he stared at John’s mouth.

Before he felt John’s lips, he felt his tongue, pressed flat and slick as it stroked across his own. Gale rubbed his hand along John’s unshaven jawline, fingers on its hinge as John opened his mouth wide and Gale went on the offensive. Instinctively, he shifted forward on John’s thighs. John’s hands kneaded down his back before landing on his ass and attempting to yank him even closer. Gale parted his legs a little more, feeling John’s erection, rubbing against it until John broke the kiss with a low grunt, with a hard-bitten, “Fuck, Buck.”

The sweat rolled down Gale’s spine and John wiped it back up, fingers racing to hook into the chain that still hung backwards. The slight pressure on Gale’s throat had him tipping his head back. John’s eager tongue tasted his neck, his teeth closing in a pinching bite below Gale’s jaw.

“Don’t you fuckin’ mark me,” Gale sighed out, even as his cock throbbed with a rush of blood, making him jerk against John—John, who only bit harder.

The plane was becoming a furnace as they swallowed each other’s tongues again in a probing, insistent kiss. John kept grabbing him, like somehow, he could get Gale closer. Gale was sure they were soaked in each other’s sweat, and more than sweat—John pushed a damp patch of his pants into Gale’s abdomen, his cock straining behind it to be palmed, to be sucked, to be allowed to glide over all the skin John’d licked, Gale could only assume.

Unexpectedly, John stood, bringing Gale with him, until he lowered him, huffing a breath against Gale’s cheek as his feet hit the floor and he nudged his hips into John’s. They maintained contact as they edged around each other. Finally, Gale sat, looking idly up at John. He felt a smug smile on his mouth and tapped it with his fingers.

“Get on your knees, John,” he instructed softly.

John gave him a sloppy salute and promptly followed orders.

It was a pity, Gale thought, that the navigator’s station really wasn’t made for this, that he couldn’t slump down more comfortably when John snuck his fingers behind Gale’s knees to draw his hips forward on the seat. He leaned forward, ignoring Gale’s erection, and kissed his stomach.

“Where to, Nav?” he asked.

Gale scraped his fingers into John’s hair and directed, “Due south.”

Having only been on nice dates with nice girls before the war, Gale couldn’t really wrap his head around the sight of John kneeling before him, John’s lips wrapped around the head of his cock. He groaned quietly, flexing his hand on the back of John’s head as he bobbed. John took him deep without warning; Gale felt the squeeze of his throat like a near-death experience—the pressure, the flush of heat up his already sweltering body, the darkness dancing at the edges of his vision from the intensity of the pleasure. It beat getting flakked.

Never mind the swaggering walk John’d adopted outside this plane—within it, John had one pace, and it was urgent. Gale’s hands seemed to move without his conscious thought, his fingers tightening in John’s sweat-dampened hair. He couldn’t tell whether he was demanding more or begging for a quarter John wouldn’t give. There was only his grip, John’s mouth, the vivid sound of it that hounded Gale when he shut his eyes, trying, for some reason, to last longer. The 12th could turn up at any time, but he didn’t want this to end. John had his head bowed over Gale’s lap as though in prayer and Gale liked it, liked it way too much.

When he lost himself down John’s throat, John did like they’d been trained to do with mission plans if they had to bail out: he swallowed the evidence. Gale grit his teeth together so the noise he made when he spilt couldn’t gather into a scream the boys would hear. Gradually, he went from tugging on John’s hair to stroking it, mumbling apologies that John didn’t seem to give a damn about as he stared adoringly up at Gale with a grin on his face and his cheek resting on Gale’s knee.

“Goddamn,” Gale mumbled. He rubbed a hand over his face and tucked himself back into his shorts, leaving his pants open for the moment, as though to give the heat John had fuelled a chance to escape.

Looking very proud of himself, John got to his feet. He thrust his shoulders back to stretch his back. It put his hips right in Gale’s sightline, or close enough to be no accident; visible through the khaki, his rigid length was as thick with suggestion as the unusual silence John wasn’t filling.

Languidly, Gale reached for those hips, smirking up at John as he reeled him back in. John reached behind him and took hold of the navigator’s table while Gale thwapped his belt open. Before doing more, Gale caught John’s eye. He crooked his finger beneath the hem of John’s stained tank. He dragged the material up, then leaned in and kissed him there, below his navel, the soft fuzz of hair against his lips, the heavy scent of John’s skin right under his nose.

“You’re goin’ too slow. Gonna get us busted,” John warned, but Gale heard the shimmy in his voice. It came from the tender place he wanted people to think he hadn’t been born with. Impervious all the way through, his smile the smile of a man who couldn’t be touched. And here was Gale. Touching him. He kissed him again, so light and soft, and unzipped his pants.

“It’s not your turn anymore,” Gale reminded him.

John cleared his throat as Gale took hold of his pants and shorts both, pulling them down to expose his rosy cock.

“Roger,” John acknowledged above him, like handing over control of the aircraft to the bombardier. “Your turn.”

Gale gripped his shaft, heard the panted breath.

“My turn,” he agreed.

He began with kisses that barely skimmed the skin, just to drive John wild. It gave Gale time to think, to recognize again and again that this was his best friend, that it felt right, that he’d never been so hot for anyone—nothing to do with the temperature. When he finally added his tongue to circle the head of John’s cock, John went literally weak in the knees, almost falling on Gale. To Gale, it was so incredibly attractive of John to forget how to hold himself up that he completely scrapped his tactic of leisurely, torturous attrition and opened his mouth, sucking as much of John as possible.

“God fucking—” John spat. “Son of a—”

All his curses were clipped as though punched from a machine, but when Gale hummed in enjoyment, John snarled like a big cat, low and lingering and ragged. Gale groaned with his mouth full and John slapped a hand to his naked back, drawing him close. The intimacy of the act—John’s fingers tensed between his shoulder blades, not John’s cock shuttling faster across his tongue—made Gale a little weak in the knees himself. He held John’s bared hips for strength.

“Major? Buck?”

It sounded like Douglass, shouting up to them from outside the hatch.

Gale pulled his mouth wetly from John, which left John looking like he was in no shape to deliver a rational response, even though Gale knew he’d probably try if he didn’t speak up himself.

“Sit tight, Lieutenant,” he called back. “Just got a little tinkerin’ to do on the ship.”

Sitting back, he closed his fist around John’s length and started up a smooth stroke.

“Need any help?” Douglass asked.

“Nah, just some bolts that need tightening, wheels to grease.” Gale winked at Bucky and spat into his palm before returning his grip, stroking faster.

Douglass didn’t reply and Gale felt it: the rush he associated with high-risk scenarios. Could be that Douglass would climb dutifully up through the hatch to offer a hand. He’d see John with his top pushed up, his pants dropped down, gasping and moaning as Gale disassembled him like picking the fluff from a dandelion. The both of them sweating. Gale with his feet planted wide and his hands placed for control, and yet drooling from the corner of his mouth until he picked his moment to swallow. Because John was audience enough, he did it now. There was a hiccup in the rhythm of John’s thrusting as Gale’s throat snugged around him. And then John was shoving insistently at Gale’s shoulder. Gale sat back, disgruntled, and looked up to see John’s beet-red face scrunched in concentration.

“You don’t think I can manage?” he demanded, meaning the swallowing, meaning the hot gush he’d been working himself up to feel pour down his throat. His voice sounded rough.

“I wanna see it on your chest,” John said tightly.

He took himself in hand and Gale tried his best to consume it all with his eyes: the tension in John’s features, the furious pumping of his fist, the pillowy veins that wound down John’s forearms and into the back of his hands. Gale flinched when John came—the sudden warmth of it on his skin. He could feel it sliding down, so he leaned back in the chair as much as he could to slow it. John panted above him, chest heaving, gaze fixed on the milky streaks that resembled Mustangs’ contrails, if Gale’s body were the sky.

“Satisfied?” Gale asked wryly.

John settled his stare on him, a dark, blistering blue.

“Extremely,” he said. He sighed and hung his head. “And I need water.”

Gale jerked his chin towards the hatch.

“Go. But get me somethin’ for…” He glanced from his chest to John.

“Nah, looks good.”

Gale raised his eyebrows.

“Alright,” John conceded, giving a hop as he hitched his clothes back into place. “Stay put, Buck.”

“That’s the plan.”

John patted him twice on the shoulder, then held on. He leaned down for a kiss. The prodding tip of his nose into Gale’s cheek; the enthusiastic press of his lips, full on Gale’s mouth. John straightened, collected his sunglasses, and headed for the hatch. This felt so natural to Gale already, and yet…

“I never thought we’d be here,” he admitted.

John paused, sitting at the edge of the hatch.

“Africa?” he asked facetiously.

Gale snorted. Grinning, John slid his sunglasses into place and dropped out of sight.

#thank YOU #I could never tire of you! I treasure you! #always sending me the good prompts 👌 #my writing #MotA #Masters of the Air #Gale 'Buck' Cleven #John 'Bucky' Egan #James Douglass #Buck x Bucky #MotA fic

[fuck-customers]

Pls tell me someone else has been through something similar.

TL;DR: Paid for a strangers groceries. Got asked out by him through his friend. Denied coz Idk why he did that & uh... he was deff not femme presenting so not my preference (& I still feel bad about it lmao). 🥲 #rip

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I don't hate this customer, but I constantly wonder if anyone has had a shared experience like this so if you have, PLEASE leave it in the comments (or reblogs).

(*Shared experience as in... a stranger/customer asking you out for something you did for them while on the clock or something you showed them at work that's a work perk.)

When I was a cashier at the american grocery store "English en Español", I was in a low income area. I constantly had cis men hitting on me for no valid reason, as I'm not the socially accepted aesthetic for "attractive" (probably because it was a small town so there wasn't much selection & I live in cities so I dressed/acted differently than most? Idk. I'm a transman, pre-t & pre-surgery, but present as femme for safety reasons, espec in small towns). I often didn't notice until coworkers told me after they had left or until the man, himself, told me straight up. It was common enough that we had a signal bc apparently I suck at picking up on people hitting on me. NO ONE working that night signaled for this one, despite several of my coworkers seeing this.

So needless to say, I did NOT see this coming.

There was a guy with two girls checking out their groceries at my register. It was late at night, close to closing. When it came to the guys portion of the groceries, he split things up to afford everything. (I feel that lol.) His card declined on the last part. He was maybe $25ish(?) short (idr exact amount). He asked to take off a few things & I was like "Wait, wait." & jumped around & slid my own card & paid for his stuff. At that time (about a decade ago) my finances were mostly stable. I was doing what I could for anyone who needed it. It wasn't abnormal for me to pay for people whose groceries got declined by under $50 if I had it that month. I was stuck at a grocery store all day & people quite literally need food. It's the *least* I could do while financially stable, yknow? He wasn't someone I singled out... just someone else I managed to have the privilege of helping.

But this guy looked like he was both a) about to cry & b) incredibly embarrassed. He barely whispered thank you to me before grabbing everything & RUNNING out the door. His two friends thanked me profusely & followed him out *normally*. Lol.

I didn't have anyone else to check out coz it was almost 10pm at that point, so I was just vibing at my register. Maybe 5 whole minutes later (yes, THAT LONG) one of the girls the guy was with comes back in & runs up to my register.

I didn't say anything coz I was confused. Why is everyone running? Why does everyone have so much energy? Jeeze. 💀

She said, quickly & excitedly, "Remember the guy you just saw that you paid for his groceries?"

Me: "👁👄👁... yeah?"

Her: "Well, he wanted to know if you wanted to go out with him. Like, on a date."

Me, confused, not knowing what to say, stalling: "Uhhhhhhm."

In my mind, I'm thinking: 'Why would he want that? Because I paid for his groceries? Does he think I'm one of those dommes that gives money to their subs? Oh no. I'm a sub, not a dom! Maybe he just thinks I'm nice? Oh god, he's gonna find out I'm NOT nice if we date... but I really only like femme presenting people. How tf do I say that in a small town where I don't want that to get out? I don't know what's happening here, but-"

Me, without hesitation: "Sorry, but ...I like women?"

Her: "👁👄👁... Was that a question?"

Me: "...No?"

Her: "... 👁👄👁 ...Okay, I'll tell him. Thanks!"

Again, with the running. Running out the door. To the car. They looked about the same age as me. Early 20s. Like... where are they getting this ENERGY??? 😭

He NEVER came into the location I worked at again while I was there for 3 years lmao. The two girls did. Ik he lived in the area. This was before the time of grocery delivery. So uh... I feel awful lol.

I also feel awful because I never really say no to anyone in that context or break up with anyone. I always force *them* to say no or break up with me so that I don't have to do it. 😅 I'd never in a million years lead anyone on coz that's completely unfair, but I really just need the other person to do it & I couldn't in that situation so it still sits in the back of my mind like, "oh my god what have I done" kind of catastrophic thoughts spiraling from there. Meanwhile, he probably doesn't even remember I exist. 💀

So rip to me, I guess.

Please tell me someone else has had some kind of interaction where a stranger/customer has asked you out or tried to get with you based on something you did (or did for them) on the clock or a work perk you showed them/they saw. 😭 Pls make me feel less alone in this lmao.

Also make sure to give the follow up tea! Did you go out? Did it work? Are you married? ☕️ 🦊

When I was 19 I gave a lady a coupon for money off (I'm 50 I forget how much it was for.) and this lady tried to hook me up with her 13yo daughter. I dunno if that counts.

-Rodney

[galvanizedfriend]

I’m about to be cheeky and ask whether we could have a sneak peek of the next chapter of the Wolf????? Or am I being too rude in asking that 😂.

Hi, nonnie! No, it's not rude at all!

I got this part out of the opening scene of the chapter, but I have to warn you that I am yet to review or edit anything, so it might change a little bit yet.

It's Caroline and Kol having a rather spiky heart to heart. I hope you like it! 🥲

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"I was wondering when you'd come out."

Caroline sighs. Of course, Kol would know she was there. She wonders what it means that he didn't tell the others. Maybe he was trying to spare her, or maybe he just didn't want her presence to overshadow a moment that should be entirely about Davina. Either way, she's grateful.

"I almost didn't. Wasn't sure I should even be here, to be honest."

"Where are your loyal wardens?" he asks flatly. "Don't tell me they're so overcome with guilt after condemning an innocent girl to hell that they couldn't indulge in a bit of gloom. It's their favorite kind of party."

"Klaus wanted to come," Caroline admits. "But I told him not to. Didn't think it would be wise."

Kol huffs out a weak snort. "Since when does he care about being wise?"

"He doesn't," she replies. "But I do."

"Right. And he always listens to you." He pauses. "It must be nice to have family who gives a damn about what you think."

Caroline's jaw sets. She lets her eyes focus on the elegantly carved letters of Davina's name on the headstone. It's beautiful, but rough. Not a lot of details, no quotes or messages about her being a good friend, a loving girlfriend. Feels hurried. Unfinished. Less than she deserved.

"I hated Davina when she tried to Klaus," she says after a moment, words tumbling out of her mouth without consent before she can give them a second thought. "I didn't hate, hate her. Not really. But in that moment, while she was there screaming her spell from the top of her lungs, saying that he'd lived long enough… I hated her then. She didn't really care whether he survived that whole thing or not. She wanted to get you back and she was willing to sacrifice whatever it took to do it."

"What are you on about?" Kol turns to her, a sharp edge to his voice. "Nik didn't die."

"Because Marcel betrayed her, and Stefan and I let an unstoppable huntress with a magic stone loose in the city to create enough diversion that could have backfired in so many ways, just so we could stop it. And then I killed Aya with my bare hands before she could have the chance to try again, and took back the white oak bullet she was going to use to test the effectiveness of Davina's de-linking spell,” she lists. “If that sounds like a too long and complicated combination, it's because it was. It took a village for Klaus to get out of that place alive, and if any of those things had failed, he wouldn't be here right now. And even then, Davina still managed to break his sire line, which made him vulnerable, including to Lucien, who was then free to threaten him and everyone else at will, because his life was no longer tethered to Klaus'." Kol's expression darkens. If looks could kill, Caroline would probably drop dead right there and then. But still, she keeps going. "She knew what she was doing, she knew the consequences, and she didn't care because getting you back meant more to her than Klaus' life."

"I wonder why," Kol hisses. "You talk as if Nik hadn't given her extraordinarily strong reasons to have such disregard for his well-being."

"I'm not questioning that, Kol. Klaus is… Klaus. Whenever someone tells me they hate him, I just assume they have a good reason. It's usually the case. She did, too. But that's beside the point. What I'm saying is that she made a choice that night, and I’m sure it wasn’t an easy one, if not for Klaus, then for everyone else who stood to lose if she failed, including Marcel. We're all put in impossible positions sometimes, and we have to make choices that we might regret for the rest of eternity."

"That's brilliant," he says, lips twisted into an awful smile. "I expected that kind of bollocks from Elijah, but I thought you, of all people, would not try to defend the indefensible."

"I'm not defending it. And I understand your anger, Kol. I really do. Better than I wish, actually. I never wanted Davina to get hurt or to pay for what she did. I don't think she deserved what happened to her. You trusted your family, and… They let you down," she says, her voice fraying around the edges. "You're right. You should hate us. You, Marcel, Vincent. I would hate us, too. But what I can't stop thinking is that I hope I'm never put in the same position as Elijah and Freya. I hope I never have to find out who I would be willing to sacrifice for my daughter, or for Klaus. I wish I could say that I would do the right thing, but the truth is… I don't know. And I would hate to find out. Because there is no right answer. There's only a guilt that eats away at you, and then living with the consequences of your choice. I mean, yesterday would’ve ended in a funeral either way. If not Davina's, then mine and Klaus'. I'm sure you'd be happy to have her back, and regardless of your feelings for us, you'd feel sorry for your niece. But because of what Elijah and Freya did, I'm here today, and Davina is not. I'm grateful to be alive, but I'm not happy. No one is. I wish it didn't have to be like that."

Caroline swallows around the tight lump in her throat, forcing back the tears threatening to escape. Somehow, she doesn't think she gets to cry over this. Not here. Not in front of Kol.

Kol's jaw clenches, his face scrunched up with an emotion she can't really define.

Caroline hesitates, considers telling him that he will always have a home with them, but decides not to. He doesn't want to hear that right now. Not from her, anyway.

"I'm sorry for your loss, Kol," she says instead, and means it. "I really am."

Then she turns away and leaves him to mourn Davina in peace.

#yokan answers #anon #yokan writes #The Wolf #sneak peek

[nansheonearth]

I’m sorry if this is an intense thing to ask here but you have reach that I just don’t get on my blog and I’m scared to even pose this question because I feel like there will be a lot of judgment potentially hence the anon…

As a woman in a situation that feels extremely hopeless (basically housewife with no income of my own, 4 pets which makes a lot of housing less accessible not that any of it would be more affordable than the shithole we live in now, mental health struggles/ ASD making employment feel impossible to maintain at full time level) how the fuck do I actually manage to get out of my marriage 🥲 like any and all advice would be welcomed but absolutely don’t want to give up my pets as they’ve basically been all I hold on for. I’m married to a TIM (I bought into trans stuff for a while and considered myself non-binary for years, I’m desisted now) who excuses all their issues with mental health and trauma and has become honestly emotionally abusive and neglects any of my needs. At this point the only reason I am still here is because I cannot fathom any way I could afford to live on my own… I have no friends, my family is abusive so can’t rely on any help there, and I’m terrified that if I left I’d lose my pets and end up on the streets… I feel like in my head the only option is something I did before and absolutely fucking hated and don’t want to go back into because it’s absolutely shameful and brings up so much trauma I have which is cam SW but any time I’ve managed to get a job I cannot maintain enough hours to afford to survive alone, even full time with minimum wage here being $15 I would barely be scraping by and have no extra income beyond absolute necessities. I’ve tried looking for remote work but almost nothing is an option due to not having a degree or any specific skills, I’ve only worked in fast food and low skill care professions that emotionally ruined me. I feel hopeless and like I’m just stuck in a dead end where at best I get a day of good and then weeks of neglect or at the worse times fully emotional abuse, I truly have no clue what to do and I’m feeling like I’d rather just not exist than deal with any of this any longer… I’m just hoping to find ANY resources or advice on how to manage pulling myself out of this place and I’m at a point that I’m so desperate that I’m out here messaging people I don’t even actually know because I have NOBODY in my life who can offer any guidance or help 🥲 again I’m sorry if this is a lot and I know you personally probably don’t have any answer for this I’m just hoping that someone with some reach and access to others in a community who might understand might have any advice for me 😞

Hey I'm sorry you're going through this. I was in an abusive relationship for years and I understand leaving seems impossible while you're in the situation. But you can leave and there is hope.

I would suggest starting by looking into domestic violence support groups first. They can usually later point you to other resources like job placement, mental health care, financial assistance, legal advice, and housing. Be adamant about wanting to keep your pets because many will try to get you to give them up in this situation.

Hopefully people see this and can add more advice. You're not the only woman to have abuse by a transwoman partner and reaching out to other survivors could help.

#radfem #spousal abuse #transwomen #transwomen violence #male violence #male #anon #ask #reply #o

[h-harleybaby]

Wrestler Eric Cartman (aged up obvi) Pt. 7

I’m aware my problems are getting out of hand

It’s slowly becoming less wrestler Cartman 🥲

• Wrestling manager reader who wears platforms to be taller and the entire wrestling team has to convince her not to wear them at tournaments because they say it embarrasses them

• Tbh Cartman has a love-hate relationship with those boots because he loves how they look and how you look in them but makes y’all like, around the same height and he wants to be the taller one >:(

• When Eric has a crush he’s both obvious and not at the same time. He notices your huge land whale of a crush first and kinda teases you about it. Flirts with you sometimes to make you flustered (even after y’all start dating) . He tries keeping that “tough guy” persona he thinks he has but honestly he doesn’t have shit he’s just a lil delusional

• He’s totally smitten with you, like he’ll talk about you like y’all are married when you’re not around and the team is either encouraging him to or they’re haters 🙄 because they’re thinking “why would someone as sweet as you want him??? He’s an asshole” . You love that asshole tho soooo 😗

• Anywayssss

• You usually let Cartman take you home after tournaments and sometimes you get too tired to care what he thinks so you start taking off your bra (under your shirt tho, you ain’t crazy) and Cartman started freaking out because he thought you’d completely strip down. Once you’re finished he realized he was over reacting a bit and he calmed down but for the next week at school he wouldn’t shut up that “some chick” stripped down in front of him

• Next time Cartman annoys you when you’re staying over or he’s staying over you just throw the bra at him and it shuts him right up 💀

• At some point you go to Kyle because he knows Eric real well and you kinda get sucked into the black hole that’s that friend group

• You go to him like “I have something to tell you- but you can’t judge me”

• “What is it???”

• “I have a crush on someone and I really need you not to judge me”

• “It’s probably not that bad, just rip the bandaid off”

• “…. It’s Eric Cartman”

• “WHAT WHAT WHAT????! PUT THE BANDAID BACK ON”

• Kyle completely disapproves and is disappointed in you. He doesn’t understand what you see in him.

• Once he gets over the shock of it, bro totally makes fun of your crush on Eric. Probably tries setting you up one time and immediately gave up because Cartman got on his nerves

• ANYWAYS- if one of your teammates gets challenged it normally takes forever because it’s after finals and when everyone else is done wrestling. Imagine it’s almost 9 pm and the team is waiting for Kenny because he got challenged for 4th place. You and Cartman disappear because y’all went to go sit in like, a hidden part of the bleachers and y’all fall asleep togetherrrr

• Ofc you bring a blanket to lay on with you because the bleachers are nasty and you guys are technically between the bleachers/on the floor so y’all can have some alone time

• Kenny has to wrestle the guy that challenged him without a manager because you and Cartman fell asleep cuddling together. The team goes on a whole hunt for you guys because no one can find one of the only heavy weights left at the tournament and a girl sleeping on him with a Tupperware of cookies 🙄

• LIKE ITS NOT THAT HARD BUT THEY’RE BLIND IG

• Kenny literally followed the smell of cookies and Cartman’s sweat to find y’all

• You literally don’t give a shit how he smells because it kinda smells really good. Like that one smell where your brain is like “Eww, that kinda gross but it also smells super good and you don’t mind it that much… gimme more rn >:(“

• The team complains about how Eric stinks but you’re just in the corner with him shoving your face in his neck and discreetly sniffing every now and then

• IT ITCHES THAT SPOT IN YOUR BRAIN WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO SAY???

IS IT BETTER???

Pt. 4 , Pt. 5 , Pt. 6 , Pt. 8 , Pt. 9

#wrestler cartman #south park #eric cartman #please like this #i have a problem #eric cartman x reader #cartman x reader #south park x reader

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

🪶 Being Karasuno's Manager 🪶

Manager with a

Progressive Degenerative Eye Disease

Karasuno x GN Manager

Warnings: Swearing

AN: This is pt 2 to this anon request!

🌠 Please Like, Reblog and/or Share to help support my writing 🌠

"You have the most stunning eyes YN!"

You've heard it a million times

And honestly, it's true 💅🏼

You have such pretty eyes 😍 I'm seriously so jealous YN 😫

Unfortunately for you, your eyes might be stunning but they worked worth a crap 😭

Serious YN, I feel you

I cannot see without my glasses at 👏🏻 all 👏🏻

Your vision had been bad since a young age

You started wearing glasses to help with reading at first but then they became necessary for daily life

Walking ✔️

school ✔️

Managing karasuno volleyball team ✔️ ✔️

Seriously, YN you need to see to manage Karasuno

Because those stray balls are NO JOKE

Hinata's receives alone are enough to warrant glasses YN ✋️

You have you have your eyes and ears open at all times

It's a good think wearing glasses makes you one of the cool kids

I mean Kiyoko and Tsukki wear them!

Hinata is so jealous!

"YN CAN I TRY YOUR GLASSES ON FOR A SECOND PLEASE PLEASE PLEASSSSEEEEEEE"- our favorite tangerine Boi

"For one second then I need them back"- you, being ever so sweet

"Hey everyone! Look I'm YN- WHOA YN you're basically blind"- Hinata

You 👉🏻 😐 thank you for that observation

Still, you sport glasses like Tsukki because you enjoy being involved in practice with your boys

And you also enjoy your glasses not breaking if you 🎆happen🎆 to get hit in the face

And let's face it (pun intended 🤣) Karasuno is the squad who would probably hit you in the face

On accident of course!

Your vision doesn't really hinder your ability to be a manager

But what would happen if your glasses 🎆accidently🎆 broke at the interhigh tournament? 👀

Well I'm so glad you asked 🤗

Because lucky for you, I got you 😉

You were busy, organizing the bench like you do normally

You weren't sitting on the bench just yet

Kiyoko has seniority and we respect that 👏🏻

But you helped get things organized

So when Karasuno and Seijoh

Yes Seijoh 🙄 were warming up

The stray balls were flying

Remember in season 2 when Kiyoko deflected a stray ball to save Yachi?

This scene 👇🏻🥰

Well unfortunately for you, Kiyoko wasn't there to save you 🙃

So when a stray ball, wielded by your own team, sticks you in the back of the head

All hell breaks lose

First off all, it was definitely Hinata 🤣

Pls the man is working so hard on his receives 😭

You go flying forward and your glasses fall, shattering

Pain 🥲

Everyone is shocked

Hinata 👉🏻😶😳😨😱

Daichi 👉🏻😳😬

Suga 👉🏻😐😑😮‍💨

Seriously, you dropped those things a million times, yet today was the day 🙄

Of course it was 😒

"YN- GOD IM SO SORRY"- Hinata, now screaming

"Way to go dumbass you broke YN"- Kageyama, not fighting Hinata who us crying

Tanaka and Noya panic that you'll be blind forever

"Someone call the cops"- Asahi

"Seriously Asahi"- Tsukki 😐

Seriously guys 🤦‍♂️

Daichi helps you up and helps you pick up your now broken glasses

"YN do you have any extra glasses?"- Daichi

"Not with me unfortunately"- You

"Well you weren't very prepared YN"- Suga

Like we don't know that Suga

Glare at him YN- or glare in his general direction 😑

"Boy you guys have three managers and you can't even take care of them"- Oikawa, because of course

"YN is just fine. It was an accident"- Daichi

"YN maybe you should come be a manager for us, we wouldn't let such things happen to you"- Oikawa, smug af 😏

Daichi is FUMING

He totally walks over to Kags and says "now I know why you hate him" 😒

However, you have it handled 💅🏼

"Thanks for the invite Oikawa but I happen to love my team"- YN

Tanaka and Noya 👇🏻

"YN do you need me to run to your house and get your glasses?"- Kiyoko, our savior

"Oh you don't have too"- You, willing to go blind the entire game

We don't want to inconvenience anyone 😟

"YN it's fine! Yachi can take over for me while I run to your house"- Kiyoko

Pls Kiyoko is the G.O.A.T. ✋️

"Ok 🥺"- you

Kiyoko gives you one of her killer smiles and off she goes 🏃‍♀️

Pls you can't tell me that nationals was the first time she used her running skills

Not with Karasuno as her team

Meanwhile, you are guided up the stands by Yachi

Yachi leaves you in the care of Saeko, Tanaka's sister

"Never fear YN! I will protect you!"- Saeko

Please the only thing you need protection from is Oikawa 😅

When Kiyoko returns, she brings your glasses up to you

🤓 ahh sweet victory!

"Hey YN"- an annoying voice shouts from the floor below "Now you can watch my awesome sets!"

A quote from, guess who?? Yep 🙃

"On second thought maybe I should take my glasses off. My eyes need a break"- you😌

Oikawa 👉🏻 "YN-CHAN" 😭😭😭

"Shut up shittykawa and leave YN alone before I break your face!"- Iwaizumi

Pls ✋️

Thank god for Kiyoko so you could see the amazing match that was Karasuno vs Seijoh 2.0 😊

#haikyuu #haikyuu!! #haikyu! #haikyu #haikyū!! #haikyu x reader #haikyu x gender neutral reader #haikyu x you #haikyu x y/n #karasuno chaos #karasuno x you #karasuno x reader #haikyuu karasuno #karasuno manager #karasuno #karasuno x yn #karasuno x manager #karasuno x y/n #karasuno x gender neutral reader #daichi sawamura #asahi azumane #sugawara koushi #hinata shoyo #kageyama tobio #tanaka ryunosuke #tsukishima kei #oikawa torū #nishinoya yū

[zuuriell]

i felt like doing something so imma do this for the month! i’ll put all my answers below the cut because it’ll probably get quite long lol

1. Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome (aka POTS)

2. well, it’s pretty complicated 😭 i’ve had some symptoms for probably like a year, but around late april/early may this year i couldn’t even shower or stand up too long from how bad it got. the uk healthcare system is absolute shit though, so even tho i’ve been a&e multiple times and tried to explain how much it’s all been affecting me, i still don’t get to see a cardiologist until february 2024 :( but we’ve ruled out other options of what it could be, and my mum’s cardiologist friend agreed when i said i thought i had POTS, and my GP agrees, and my potsie friends agree so i’m kinda like unofficially diagnosed as of now?

3. relating to the last point, i am not officially diagnosed yet because of the slow asf NHS so yeah :,) but i mean to figure out what i was experiencing was POTS, it did take me like 8 months? but probably around 10 for me to accept the fact that i most likely have it too 😭 an official diagnosis unless i can rack up the money to go private is probably gonna take me like another year at this rate, but hopefully it won’t be that long

4. i have to pick just one? LOL uhh probably the blood pooling! it’s so annoying because especially when im out and about, i can’t be with my legs in the air 24/7 so it’s always bound to happen. compression socks help but only to an extent, and it stops me from doing so muchhhh :( it means that queueing for things and standing for more than a couple minutes is so so much harder, and if i have too much blood pooling in one day then my can legs ache for DAYS after that. it’s so painful and annoying and just aaghhh i hate it

5. on a regular day: i wake up, chug water which i leave by my bed for the mornings, get out of bed slowly and walk downstairs to make breakfast. i chug electrolytes and go for a short dog walk, then come home to do schoolwork and my family make lunch/dinner so i don’t have to stand around too long. i’ll make sure i get any chores done that i can, and i’ll try to chill in the evening

on a bad day/flareup: i wake up a lot later, have my electrolytes with water and only get out of bed when i need to. i’ll do schoolwork from my bed (if i feel well enough to concentrate), and have salty snacks rather than proper meals, unless my family make me anything. i stretch from bed to combat deconditioning, and if i feel decent enough i can have a bath

6. i don’t have access to any specific medication unfortunately, so i currently just manage with painkillers when my chronic pain is extra bitchy + anti-nausea meds when i feel sicky

7. salt sachets (the little ones you get at like mcdonald’s and stuff) to shove in my purse/pocket in case symptoms flare while i’m out, compression garments, electrolyte tablets, and a recliner bed so i can raise my legs more when resting

8. electrolyte drinks!! not the tablets though (i hate the taste of all the tablets except like 1 lol) - my fav is making electrolyte drinks from scratch! at the moment i really love iced lemon water with honey and salt. i also saw smth about this fancy coconut water drink to make so i may try that and it may become my favourite :0

9. salty crackers, salt and vinegar/ready salted crisps, mcdonalds fries (stfu i know these aren’t healthy but they’re my favs 😭), pretzels, nuts

+ my fav foods to dump a bunch of salt on: pasta, veggies and dips (SALTED CUCUMBER IS SO GOOD), pizza, chips, soup, risotto, probs almost anything i eat tbh

10. i’ve only got one pair but i love them so shoutout to my knee-length black compression socks <3

11. i don’t have any 🥲 i really wish i could have a cane or maybe even a rollator but my family make fun of me and i can’t afford one lolsies

12. i try to do some stretching in bed so that i can safely work against deconditioning, keeping very hydrated, trying to stay upstairs as much as possible so i don’t have to suffer my staircase, asking family to make food for me so i can save energy, taking pain meds when needed, having a cold bath (if possible), trying to keep preoccupied with work if i can, but if not i’ll watch movies on my ipad and stuff

fun fact: i wrote this on a flare LOL so oddly fitting and now i’ve already made myself a plan for the next few days!

13. the thing that’s helped me most is accepting that something is wrong and remembering to listen to my body. going through life pretending that i’m perfectly abled and don’t have anything wrong causes much more harm to me than letting myself rest a few days. it definitely isn’t easy though - i still find myself getting stressed over work deadlines don’t get me wrong, but i’d like to think i’m getting better at adapting to things and noticing when a flare is coming on so i can be prepared to take the time for my body to rest.

14. chairs are your best friends now. i steal the chairs/stools from the kitchen table whenever i’m doing chores standing up for more than 30 seconds. compression socks also help! OOH and if you’re using hot water/heated stuff and struggle with temperature dysreg, i usually grab myself a cup of ice to munch on or an icepack to hold on my chest so that i don’t overheat :)

15. i’m afraid i don’t have much input for this as i left school for health reasons 😭 but i suppose keeping hydrated, getting accommodations such as not too many stairs + being allowed to take more days off to rest for flares, compression gear where possible, staying high on sodium + electrolytes, and extended deadlines would be good!

16. i’m gonna sound so silly for this but i love rewatching my comfort stuff. i’ve got my fav youtubers + fav films/series all compiled in a list, and i spin a wheel to decide which one i’m gonna watch! other activities i enjoy though are reading, playing video games, doing goofy quizzes online, chatting with friends, and going on pinterest sprees!

17. leading on from the last prompt, my fav is a marvel movie - tbh all of them bring me so much comfort but my favs are avengers, black widow, loki and any of the thor films <3

18. my main support system is my wonderful boyfriend, kurtis @agere-tomhiddleston-imagines 💚💛 he’s helped me through so much and he’s so supportive of me no matter what, and i love him dearly for that (and how awesome he is in general ofc) <3 other than that, my parents are semi-supportive! they still get things wrong sometimes but overall they’ll help if i need things and they handle all the shitty healthcare workers for me so i truly appreciate them for that 😭🙏 ooh and definitely just the general online community of chronically ill people/potsies!! i love y’all so much 🫶

19. okay i don’t know if this counts because she was an orthodontist rather than a doctor/nurse, but when discussing me getting braces she asked about my medical history and i explained it all but said i haven’t been diagnosed so i understand if she can’t accommodate me. then she said to me, “hun.. just because you don’t have a piece of paper with a few words on it, doesn’t mean you aren’t ill. if you’ve got symptoms but no confirmed cause, you’ve still got the symptoms, and i’m not gonna ignore those unless you want me to” - the validation was so relieving after years of fighting for doctors to listen to me and believe me :,) ❤️

(i’ll update this throughout the month! <3)

#vitassium challenge #potsawareness #chronically ill #dysautonomia #potsie #spoonie #chronic illness #pots syndrome #disabled

[charleslebatman]

I was thinking about something the other day… I feel like 22 was Charles’ last (for the time being) chance at being world champion, HEAR ME OUT. Max is probably going to be very strong for like another year, maybe two but then there’s some very strong characters in the younger side of the grid that could possibly grab the title (mainly thinking oscar ngl but also lando and maybe russell if he grows up). And ferrari has some fundamental team issues that could mess it up for him additionally. What do you think?

I should do an essay on how I see Charles' future in F1, but it's changing every four mornings at the moment. So I'd have to make some counter-arguments to my initial arguments. 🥲

However, my instinct, my feeling, call it what you will, has enormous difficulty in perceiving stability with Ferrari. And this has been the case since Fred's arrival. I think that as long as Ferrari doesn't concretely and definitively put in place guidelines on which driver to prioritize, winning with them is going to be very complicated. I'll go so far as to say it's almost impossible. We started out with a Charles driver number with the arrival of Fred, with on-track decisions that put him more in second place. The art of contradiction at Ferrari is a real poison (or rather, the art of money before talent).

We understood that Charles has a car that doesn't suit him. But external communication is a mess, because it's probably the same or worse internally. I'm going to incur the wrath of Ferrari and Charles, but I don't think Charles will win with Ferrari. It kills me to write it and to think it.

I swear I'd love to be horribly wrong, and do my best mea-culpa if it ever came to that. But I think I've come to my senses since Fred's arrival, and I see that nothing has changed, communication-wise alone. I'm also waiting to see next year's car, because Fred will have a bit more control than this year's car. But a team as messy as it is at the moment is hardly likely to win a driver's championship. We saw that last year. People will say that it was Charles' mistakes that contributed to his defeat. Lol, it was Ferrari who clearly screwed up and sabotaged their championship.

The number of great drivers who have made mistakes and yet managed to win their championships is high. I'm talking about one or two mistakes. Not fifteen either. It was simply the team's support and impeccable strategy that made the win possible.

It's all very well to harp on how F1 is a team effort by fans. But when the driver makes a mistake, it's all his fault, while his team sabotages him all season long. 🙃

Anyway, Charles isn't the problem, far from it. He has this dream which, unfortunately for me, is for the moment (and perhaps for a long time to come) unattainable. But honestly, nobody blames him, he was clearly born among the tifosi and with Ferrari right down to his fingertips. I think he also has dreams through dear members he's lost, Jules who was a Ferrari driver and his father who he told he'd signed for Ferrari. He clings to this incredible dream, but is a little blinded by it, and finds it hard to see which team could really bring him this dream of victory. On the one hand, it's beautiful, but a little... tragic at the moment, I think. I know a lot of Charles fans hate this word, with Charles. But for the moment, I can't think of any other synonyms.

Anyway, if Charles really wants to win, for me and my opinion at the moment is that he needs to look elsewhere. Seb was absolutely right in the message left on his helmet. Don't wast it. A visionary and above all, from the start and how he was treated he knew it was only a matter of time before Charles started to experience the same thing sadly.

Don't think I'm writing all this with pleasure and without feeling. I know it's his big dream, but I think I've stopped being naive this season. I hope I'm wrong about everything and even erase it all tomorrow sending that Ferrari will have finally done its job right. 😭

Anyway, first part of my essay, maybe a next one in a few weeks or even tomorrow. 😂

#charles leclerc #scuderia ferrari #formula 1

[mia-vita]

You know... I would have loved if the director would have made Park work for the RM Team as his 6 months punishment. Not because he would have suffered with it. We all know he would have been happy to be with Ryeon 😌 (me wants to think that, me wants to dream) but just to think of all the other managers looking at him working there after they all thought he still hated the team, that would have been funny lol. One can only dream with that open *unexplained* ending. I'm here making possible stories while my heart heals from this show not having more upcoming episodes 🥲

I need to stop thinking about this show, although I know I will probably be doing this all week. 🥲

#tomorrow #tomorrow kdrama #tomorrow netflix #mbc tomorrow #tomorrow mbc #netflix tomorrow #내일 #kdrama #lee soo hyuk #rowoon #kim hee sun #yoon ji on

[randomreadingtimewithtsuki]

Tsuki! What about a thing like telling them that you hate them as a prank (or any other prank) with Inumaki and Dominique x fem or gn reader? (ofc separated) Cause they are my favourites 🥲❤️

You can answer this whenever u want! Feel free to ignore it too! Have a nice day <3

Thank you for requesting my dear!!

I hope I got request right and this is of your liking! I hope you don't mind the pranks I chose? I am somewhat good with pranks, but describing them and plotting them is kinda hard ! I rather wing it in the moment!

Please let me know what you think!

Tsuki's note: on this little piece, this is all set on a moment of peace, before all the sad of canon. A little ooc on Domi's part, probably.

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Inumaki:

Today you were pranked by inumaki. He did the classic prank of turning the salt shaker upside down. Normally, you would have shaken it off, but he has been messing with you a lot recently.

The past week was full of pranks on you - specifically you - so you decided a little revenge was in order.

Alas, you were scared of accidently pranking Panda and Maki while at it. So you gave up on doing practical pranks, when it occurred to you:

You could prank him by giving the silence treatment with a sparkle of drama.

That is what you did. The plan was for the next three days you wouldn't acknowledge his presence or texts to you. Unless conversation was necessary, of course, like in a mission.

Time to put the plan in action! The first day, as you walked into the classroom you a general good morning. Boy, you were anxious about this. You took your seat behind Maki.

On the first break of the day, you invited Maki to go fetch some food. She was on-board with it and Inumaki invited himself along.

But you didn't spare a single glance at his direction. You walked besides Maki chatting with her cheerfully and normally, ignoring Inumaki's little protests of poking your arm:

Inumaki: Tuna, Tuna!

He soon puffed his cheeks when you gave no attention, so he tried Maki:

Maki: what?

Inumaki: Tuna Tuna!

Maki: I am not ignoring you, say what you want to say at once!

Inumaki: ....

When you return to class this kept going. You didn't look at his direction the whole day, he poked you, he texted you - texted your name five times in a row- you managed to succefully ignore him.

In the end of the day you headed to your room, as usual. On your way there Panda caught up to you and asked why you were ignoring Inumaki. Guess it was a little obvious huh?

Y/n: well, he have been a pain lately so I thought of coming with a come back.

Panda: oh, so you are being petty.

Y/n: Yeah, I mean, I had to change clothes so many times yesterday!

Panda: hmm... I won't disagree with you, he sometimes goes a little far, but be careful about this.

You grumbled you knew you shouldn't drag this long. Just been one day. It won't cause much harm right? The next day started with training exercise.

You were paired with Panda today, so at least an awkward situation was avoided. But during the resting breaks, Inumaki would come around to poke you and try to get your attention. You kept ignoring him. He puffed his cheeks again and sat in front of you holding out your cheeks between his hands:

Inumaki: Tuna Tuna!

Y/n: .....

Inumaki: Tuna Mayo!

You just blinked. He suddenly got his face closer to yours and when he did that you got up quickly, feeling your cheeks burn. All you did was walk away from him, you couldn't see it, but he was pouting and his eyes were screaming confusing.

You took a few deep breaths trying to calm down your heart. He got too close, too close. After a few minutes taking a deep breath you returned to your training session. Inumaki stopped poking you at every chance he got.

So you decided to take a look at him, he was looking down, hands on his pocket and his eyes looked so sad.

You sighed. Maybe it was time to stop this soon. Since you came this far, why not end it tomorrow like nothing happened? While you thought this over your phone buzzed, a text message:

Inumaki: y/n, are you mad at me?

You ponder whether to reply or not. You decided to answer once you got to your room. On your way there you got another message:

Inumaki: are you upset? Was it the pranks?

You kept walking. You reached your room and let out a long sigh. Another buzz:

Inumaki: please, talk to me. Please?

Your heart was breaking. But he did deserved it, he was annoying the whole week! You scratched your head and decides to go for a shower, while you are at it, think what to do.

After you got dressed, you saw a few more messages:

Inumaki: I am sorry I made you upset.

Inumaki: can I see you now?

Inumaki: maybe later? But today?

When you were about to type something you heard a knock in the door. Since nothing was said on the other end you thought you could be Inumaki. So you decided to open it:

Y/n: yes?

Inumaki: !! Tuna, Tuna!

He was pointing at himself and you. You knew what he meant, so took a deep breath and invited him in. Surprisingly he refused:

Inumaki: Okaka... Tuna..

He showed you his phone, the messages he sent earlier on the screen:

Y/n: I read them. Look... are you sure you don't want to come in?

Inumaki: Okaka

Y/n: ok... well...

You got fidgety and looked at the floor when you started to explain your idea. He was quiet the whole time, but his eyes showed a million emotions: confusion, anger, relief, sadness and happiness. By the end of your explanation he pinched your cheeks:

Inumaki: Okaka! Tuna Tuna!

Y/n: I know, it was mean, but you were also mean!

Inumaki: shake, Tuna Tuna, shake!

Y/n: Yeah, I could have said something, I am sorry. Hey, why do I have to apologize alone?

Inumaki: ..... shake shake.

He typed on his phone again. When he showed you the text it read:

" I am sorry for pranking you so much. I just wanted to have a little attention from you. "

You gasped like a fish. The tips of his ears got red and he began to type again:

" please don't leave me hanging again. It gets lonely when you don't yell at me. "

You smiled and giggled. That made his eyes shine with happiness:

Y/n: right, I won't do that again, but you should avoid making me change so much. Do you know how much laundry I got?

He giggled. That was a rare occurrence, but whenever it happened it sounded so soft and sweet. He held his hands up as if telling you sorry and that he surrenders.

You hugged him at this moment. At first he didn't really know what to do with his hands, but he soon hugged you back:

Inumaki: Shake shake!

You giggled again. When you broke away, you could feel your cheeks turning red, but this time you didn't hide or run. Instead you just grinned at him. His ears got a shade darker and he patted your head:

Inumaki: Shake shake!

Y/n: oh yeah, it's late... good night! I am sorry again..

You couldn't see because of his high collar, but he smiled at you. For a fraction of time, he lowered the collar and gave kiss on your forehead. He left you stunned there while he waved bye at you and ran back to his dorm. You felt like an idiot just standing there.

In the next day, it was all back to normal. It didn't go unnoticed by Panda:

Panda: I see you are done with your little game.

Y/n: Yeah, I told you, it was just for a little bit!

Panda: If I were you, I would check everything twice for now on.

Y/n: He wouldn't prank me again.... would he?

The Panda just shrugged. You blinked at him and turned around to look at Inumaki, he noticed you looking and waved at you. You waved back and smiled.

For now, you wanted to believe he would not prank you that much. Then it hitted you something he said and you didn't ask about:

"  I wanted your attention"

From this moment onward you started to hope you'd get pranked more often. But your classmate decided to tune it down for a bit, the pranks got more harmless with you and less often.

Instead he started to poke you more and offer food to you. You were torn between which kind of attention you liked more, the pranks or the poking. The only thing you were sure of is that you would never give him the cold shoulder again, you couldn't even dare to imagine not having his cute giggles around you.

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Dominique x reader

You can't lie you loved when Domi sat with you to chat. No matter the topic you always loved it. Or almost always. Today you got a little upset by how she was rambling about Noé spending more time with Vanitas than her.

You do understand that they are childhood friends, thus she worries about him a lot, which is natural but still sting a little bit.

But not matter! Tomorrow you were two were going shopping and out for tea later! Ah to eat those sweets. You were so excited you could barely sleep.

When the day finally started you, you got ready to go, your best clothes, your hair on point, you looked like deity! Soon enough you were together, the day was going just fine until you sat to eat your sweet dessert.

On the first bite - a spoon full - you felt a salty taste instead of the sweet one. You got up and started reaching for water, in front of you Domi was laughing. Oh, she did this.

She explained she decided to mess with you a little since you seemed upset lately. But that little prank made you even more upset, so on your way back you brainstormed ways to prank her. 

You decided to pull a prank, on which you would suddenly throw her on a lake and make a run for it. For this, you cooked up a whole day with her that ended with walk on around the lake.

The day came around, you got ready like before, looking gorgeous and Domi herself was looking amazing. You went through your day just fine, walked a bit around town, stopped on a few shops she wanted to check, went to a Cafe to drink coffee and eat some macaroons and finally the walk in the park.

Domi was mesmerized by the view, the lake had a bridge with flowers on the side and the trees made a tunnel over the bridge. Beautiful.

While she enjoyed the view, you snaked your arms around her waste and in one fell swoop you got her in your arms. She looked surprised and so beautiful, it felt so right to hold her that it almost made you not throw her at the lake. Almost.

You smiled at her, walked to the edge and just - plop. The lake wasn't very deep, so you could see her face going from dazed to confused to angry. You ran for your life when she got up. You were laughing your butt off.

When she caught up to you, you thought she was going to kill you, but for your surprise, she hugged you and shook her head. Yeah shook her head, as her hair is long, all that water got to you.

You were wet now, not like her, but still wet. You both laughed it off. She wiped her face on your clothes, lord, even with messed up clothes and dripping wet she looked divine.

You felt your cheeks heat up, so hid your face with your sleeve. Domi removed your arm from your face, she looked at you in your eyes and brushed your hair from your face:

Domi: tell me, y/n, why did you do this?

Y/n: oh, I just wanted to get back at you for the other day. You know the salty dessert.

Domi: oh, that.

She giggled. You couldn't help and say what was on your mind:

Y/n: I... I also wanted to have a moment of us.

Domi: of us? You mean just you and I?

You nodded. You felt your face flush:

Y/n: just a memory of us.

She looked surprised, a little sad and happy at the same time:

Domi: a memory with me? I-I... why me?

Y/n: I wanted ... I wanted to have a special thing - our thing.

She looked surprised at your answer and slowly her cheeks flared up:

Domi: w-well I am feeling a little cold! Shall we return?

She didn'twait for your reply, but you were glad to have spent some time with her. She grabbed your hand and held to it until you had to part ways.

On that moment she turned around, smiled and kissed your cheek. After that she ran off, leaving you just standing there. But that is ok, after all you got to hold her hand and get a kiss right?

From this day onward Domi seemed more invested on doing specific activities with you. Something she only did with you, like a walk on that lake, holding your hand that according to her, it was to be sure you wouldn't throw her in the water again.

But her red cheeks couldn't lie to you - The way she walked closer, with a calm and serene expression told you - told you it was all but a excuse.

You couldn't help but wonder when would be the next time you would hold her like that again. But for now, these little time of yours was all you needed.

It didn't sting when she talked about Noé anymore, because now, you two had your thing too and it was enough for the time being.

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Thank you for reading!

I feel like I made Domi ooc. She feels ooc. I am sorry about it ><

I hope you enjoyed what I had to offer!

#jujutsu kaisen #inumaki toge x reader #inumaki fluff #inumaki x reader #jjk fluff #vanitas no carte x reader #vnc x reader #vnc fluff #dominique x reader #requests #toges wife #i hope you like it #i feel like i failed domi #anyway