When You Get This, Pretty Please Respond With Five Things That Make You Happy! :D Then, Send This To

When you get this, pretty please respond with five things that make you happy! :D Then, send this to the last ten people in your notifications (anonymously). You never know who might benefit from spreading positivity :)

wait this is so cute thank you anon 🥺❤️

1) my friends. seriously they are the glue that holds me together

2) sports/instructing. idk activities like that make me feel whole again and i like introducing people to a new hobby/sport and seeing their faces light up when they fall in love with it or make a new connection and get better

3) creativity. dancing, writing/reading on here, doing my makeup in the morning- all forms of self expression that empower me so much

4) music. that’s it that’s all.

5) nature. my pets or the fireflies in the back yard idc all of it never fails to bring serenity to my smile

i used to do this exercise every day (like listing 5 things i’m grateful for and such) so thank you for the reminder to start appreciating life more!!

Rage pancakes at like 1am w osamu

“Honey?”

Tired-eyed Osamu pads into the kitchen, a hand carding through his sleep-tousled hair as he speaks through a profound yawn. Your back to him, you continue rapidly whisking together the contents of the bowl in your arms. Osamu had fallen asleep watching TV with you on the couch after a long day at Onigiri Miya, but you were still pent up over the skin-tingling rage racing through your thoughts. Unable to keep your focus on the TV any longer, you had slipped out of Osamu’s sleeping embrace and started throwing some flour and sugar together in the kitchen. 

“What’re you doing? It’s almost—” Osamu mumbles and you turn to him. He’s leaning against the kitchen island now, jaw resting on his fist.

“I’m still annoyed! And I wanted pancakes! So I’m making pancakes!”

Osamu shrugs with his eyebrows, and the shadow of a smirk crossing his lips.

“Okay,” he says, some of the tiredness ebbing from his voice. 

Without another word, he walks to a cabinet and pulls out the largest frying pan, settling it on the stove before grabbing some butter from the fridge. You had just begun your cooking process, so while you continue to angrily whip together the batter, Osamu calmly retrieves some plates from the cabinet and checks the pantry for syrup. 

When the butter Osamu had dropped in the pan begins to melt with a satisfying sizzle, you wordlessly pour two circles of batter onto the hot surface. Jaw clenched and brow furrowed, you’re distantly aware of Osamu ambling behind you, coming up to lean against the stove in the space next to you, his arms crossed in exhaustion as you focus on the cooking batter. You’re grateful he doesn’t try to speak, but he surprises you when you move to search the drawer for a spatula by handing one to you. You hadn’t noticed him grabbing it for you. “Thanks,” you murmur.

A few minutes after flipping the pancakes, you scoop them out of the pan, mechanically pour two more circles, and instantly start in on the still-hot pancakes while the new ones cook. 

With one in your system, Osamu—sweet, loving, steadfast Osamu—finally wraps his arms around your waist as you continue to eat, nuzzling his nose into your neck. His shoulders are broader than yours, and instead of caging you in, his arms feel like a lifejacket, keeping you snug but safe.

“Do you wanna tell me what’s going on now?” he asks. Huffing in response, you put your fork down and turn in his arms, planting your face against his collarbone. You feel him take a deep breath in and one of his hands comes up to rub your back. 

“Just a bad day,” you admit, too tired to get into it now. You know he’ll let you talk his ear off about it at dinner tomorrow night, but for now you’re content just to be in his arms and forget about it. And you do. Osamu has that effect on you; the second you’re wrapped up in his embrace, you can just let it go. You sigh and let him hold you. And he does.

But speaking of forgetting things…

“Oh shit the pancakes—”

karasimpno masterlist

THE LOCKER ROOM - MDNI

♡ 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚡 𝚏!𝚛

♡ 𝚌𝚠: 𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚝 (18+), 𝚎𝚡𝚑𝚒𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚖, 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚜

♡ 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚎'𝚜 𝚋𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚍𝚊𝚢 <3

hinata loves fucking you against the wall, but even more, the msby locker room. he loves hearing the rattle of unlocked metal doors, shaking so vigorously because of his hard thrusts. he loves the way your legs tighten around him as he speeds up, your arms lazily resting on his shoulders, seemingly for support but without much persistence due to your weakened state. his hand flies to cover your mouth in an effort to shush your loud moans as you tighten around him. it thrills him that someone could walk in at any given moment, and see just how pretty you look stuffed full of his cock. he isn’t even intimidated by the thought in fact, because he knows that you’re his, and no one could make you feel better than him.

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おやすみなさい

Ive yet to finish this batch waitlist and Im trying to stay productive as much as I can(҂ `з´ )ᕗ

y’all my msby shorts arrive tomorrow so if you see my ass on your feed ur welcome i’m sorry

okay cool i’m gonna actually finish my suga wip now