Mm, Sanzu Hums As He Crawls Into Bed, The Pink Sheets You Chose When You Moved In With Him Gathering

“mm,” sanzu hums as he crawls into bed, the pink sheets you chose when you moved in with him gathering around his knees as he dips into bed.

“missed you, haru.” you whisper sleepily and sanzu kisses your forehead.

“i missed baby too,” he wraps his arms around your figure before you’re starting again.

“busy day?” he nods and you tuck your head into his chest more

he knew you would understand. only you would understand. his girl. his good girl.

look at the baby!🥺

Not many people talk about how deep emotional neglect hurts you.

I’m afraid to want things. I’m afraid to ask for help. I’m afraid to tell someone something if they seem in a bad mood. I can’t process when someone is nice to me. I can’t handle rejection, but my brain literally short circuits if someone gives me a compliment to the point where sometimes the rejection is better.

There are lots of overlap with emotional abuse, but emotional neglect hurts just as much. And it’s even worse that it usually goes undetected, so a lot of people can’t tell they’re being neglected until it’s too late.

typing away in on my laptop with a large t shirt on and hair in french braids *sips from imaginary wine glass* can it get any better than this !!!!!!????

update for the r haitani fic always mine,,,, i am still releasing!!! end of school year exams came up while i started to write so i had to postpone a few months :P and on top of that,,, my computer keyboard broke, i bought a new one and i’m planning on setting it up after i get back from my trip next week i have been writing on phone but it hasn’t been hitting enough ! !