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Wanted to draw some SEXY STEAMY okikagu moment SO– ᕕ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡° )ᕗ
More under the cut because it’s a loooong steamy session!
YOU’VE BEEN WARNED~ ( ͡~ ͜ʖ ͡°)

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Sakura tried her best to keep the frustration behind her teeth and out of her voice as she spoke into her cell. “Nom that’s the problem, I don’t have an invoice for my visit so I can’t give you an invoice number. I have money and I want to pay before it goes to collections, that’s not the issue here.”

She didn’t say anything more about how that would ruin her already sub par credit score or how she was struggling to stay sane after being redirected for the fourth time in nearly two hours of waiting between calls.

She flipped the card over in her hand and looked down. She held in her hand the card for the billing office that had a grand total of zero actual human employees that she could talk to about her problem. It was all she had gotten from her visit to the Urgent Care hospital earlier that day.

Visiting the office had been the most direct means of solving her problem, she thought. Apparently, in the week she had spent recovering from her walking pneumonia, the Urgent Care had gone under and fallen t new management with a new team.

‘Good for them,’ Sakura forced herself to think through her clouded, frustrated brain.

But it hadn’t been good for her. The new place had zero medical files and even less financial records on all prior patients. That meant no invoice for Sakura’s visit.

“Have you tried phoning the billing offices for-“

“I’m sorry,” Sakura interrupted, feeling her resolve extinguish. “I have and I’m out of time. Thank you for speaking with me. Goodbye.”

Sakura didn’t wait to hear anything more, but turned her phone off and dropped it onto her desk. She had spent too much time at work on personal matters and had nothing to show for it. Thankfully, no one was looking over the top of their cubicles at her to see.

Most of the office floor was empty and Sakura knew that most of the team at the firm where she worked was away for the holidays. It was nearly Christmas, and too many people were too eager to take off at the first chance they got. When Sakura looked around, she saw only two other people at their desks out of a total possible twenty seven cubicles.

‘No one else wants to be here,’ she thought to herself as she packed up her things. ‘You don’t want to be here either.’

In a matter of minutes she was out of the building and in her car heading towards the old gym to work out her frustrations.

There was a gym right next to her apartments that was empty from abandonment and neglect. It still had working water and the lights nearly always worked, minus a bit of flickering, but Sakura never needed that much and always made do with what she could. The only one that still had a key was her and a few other tenants who moved in prior to the closing down four years ago.

Sakura never saw them in the gym.

The first half hour was spent driving into the sandbags with her fists. Then there was some light cardio, and Sakura pushed herself to the point of exhaustion. Sitting down against the wall she stripped down to her sports bra and felt bold enough to sit there in little more than her leggings. Her ipod was still playing and absently she stretched out her fingers to switch from screaming rock music that made her blood hot, to something a bit softer.

After a moment of rest and soft lutes she pulled herself up and raised her hands high above her head, bent at the wrists and poised like a doll’s. She lifted herself up onto the toes of her feet and then felt the dip in her back as she sank into the movements she could never quiet forget no matter how many years passed.

She wasn’t a girl anymore, but her girlhood was still in her when she moved like this.  

‘You couldn’t get anyone to acknowledge you but where were you ten years ago? You were a child but you killed kings in your dreams. Now you grovel for aid and toil behind paper trails like a shrew.’ Sakura spun and caught her reflection in the fractured mirror along the wall. Her form didn’t perfectly match the reflection that stared fully back at her, but when Sakura blinked the oddity of it all vanished and everything was as it should be.

The song drifted low and ended like a heartbeat. Sakura mourned its lost just as soon.

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But listen, hear me out. What if Shouta changed his costume design? Instead of that baggy tracksuit and scarf, he wears sleeveless hoodies and bandages around his arms. He can unravel the bandages like his scarf and capture enemies by flinging his arms. He’ll carry around waist pouches like the ones he had while fighting Todoroki and Yaoyorozu. Also, he’ll tie up his hair into a ponytail so that it’ll FINALLY get out of his eyes while he’s fighting. He can keep his black boots though. I like them.

It’s December. (⊙‿⊙✿)

My Love For Him

Originally posted by tabwi

REQUESTED BY ANON; hey☺️, can you write a jimin scenario about him dating you and while he’s home alone in your shared apartment, he finds your secret book where you wrote the progression of your feelings for him and he find it really cute and so he writes something sweet inside the last page. thanks love💖

Jimin x You

GENRE: Fluff

i screeched after re-reading this. omfg. it’s so cuteeeeeeee. >3< i hope you’ll like it anon!! enjoy!! :D btw, didn’t really know what to title it so yeah. :)


Jimin stomped into the bedroom with heavy steps. You had won a game of rock paper scissors against him, and now it was his time to clean your room you two shared. He entered in, seeing what felt like a junkyard to him. Clothes were scattered everywhere, plastic wraps of junk food on the floor that were never picked up and thrown away, papers that were crumbled up into a ball - a mess that Jimin didn’t want to clean up. Especially since you had left the house to go do a little grocery shopping to cook dinner for the night.

He let out a long groan before starting. He eyed around the room, picking the messiest spot - which he guessed had to be under the bed. He kneeled down, his eyes dropping into disappointment at the mess that laid in front of him. There was junk everywhere. He sighed, thinking to blame all this junk on you, but he knew better not to or else he would be sleeping outside on the couch for the rest of his life with you.

He began picking and throwing out a few things. The little things first which was wrappers of all sorts; junk food mostly from all those late nights cravings you two had when you were bored. A smile creeped onto his face thinking back to those fun times. He moved on throwing out old unimportant sheets of paper that had your name on them during your high school years. He felt like puking thinking to himself why you kept them when you both already graduated high school.

After throwing them into the big trash bag by his side, his eyebrows scrunched together when he picked up which seemed to be an old-dusty-cute-little purple notebook in his hands. He blew away the dust, blinking a few times to get the dust off his eyes. Taking a deeper look into the notebook, he opened it realizing your handwriting all over the pages.

“Is this your diary?” He said to himself, creating a small smile onto his face.

He skimmed through the pages until he came upon one with the corner of the page folded. He noticed a small little red heart on the folded corner and his smile widen, becoming more curious at what this page could be about. When he read his name as the first sentence, his eyes grew realizing you were writing about him. But why?

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