#and also if you're ignoring your 8 AMs to text your friends. and also if you're a teenage wallflower finding your identity via bad fanfic

[bloodyjuls-blog]

I was so stupid

Leah Williamson X Reader

⚠️ Warning ⚠️: part 2 of goodbye my lover. If you read it you know what I mean in case of not it's just pure angst. This seems to be the light at the end of the tunnel

Lucy POV

I woke up at 5 in the morning because I had to go to training at 8, I looked at my phone and realized that y/n had called me 3 times. I was quite worried because I was the only person (Ona too, but not at the same level of intensity) who had been with her in those difficult moments such as a divorce and the separation from her son. Little Sage who is such a sweetheart and Y/n too and now because of Leah's stubbornness they’re not together makes me quite angry.

I decide to call y/n back but she sends me to inbox, so weird. Yesterday I spoke to her and she told me that she was going through a bad time and that the pains in her chest had returned. Knowing that I am in Barcelona and she is in London makes me even more nervous because she could suffer a cardiac arrest and not have anyone to help her with it and now even less cause Leah apparently turned everyone against her. I don't understand.

Leah POV

*Beep beep beep*¨

Who in their right mind calls at 5 am on a Friday. “Hello” I said in a rather sleepy tone. Sage hadn't slept well, I felt him agitated. He always sleeps peacefully. “Hi Leah, I'm Lucy,” she tells me in a worried tone. “What's wrong Lucy? looks at the hours” I said calmly. “It's Y/N, I'm worried because she's been calling me in the early morning and I want to know how yesterday's conversation with her went?” she says worriedly. “Well, the talk has gone well, a bit of a farewell tone, but very normal. She also called me this morning too, although she seemed like drunk or drugged, her voice sounded very weird,” she says in a stern voice. “No Leah, how can you think that, she is doing those things that are on TV or in the gossip magazines. She is like this because the divorce and now you have left her without a job. Are you stupid or what?” Lucy says super angry. “Oi, calm down or I'll hang up on you, these are not the hours to argue, girl” I say calmly. “Leah, for God's sake, y/n could have suffered a cardiac arrest and you didn't even realize it, did your new girlfriend whitewash everything you felt for y/n? Have you realized how bad she has had it since she was kicked out of the club because of you and since it wasn't enough for you, you kicked her out of the house without even being able to take a jacket and her wallet, having to listen to her at 3 in the morning heartbroken because she doesn't know what she was going to do without you, you know that she has been living in a seedy hotel for 3 months since you kicked her out of the house? The sad nights when she misses her baby?…" Lucy says very seriously. "I'm sorry Lucy, I didn't know anything about that, I've been very selfish, but it all came down to me anyway, the absence, the times she ignored my presence and focused only on Sage, I've also missed her a lot, Lucy". I say in a worried tone. “Leah, I need you to go to The White Heart Hotel, which is 8 minutes from your house, ask the front desk for room 203 and make sure y/n is okay. Please". She says in a tone that I can't understand. "Okay, I’ll go now I’ll text you later" I say, worried but willing to collaborate.

"God y/n, I hope you're okay, damn it, why I didn’t pay you more attention, if something happens to you, I won't forgive myself" I say to myself.

Once I arrive at the hotel, which looks very seedy.

“Hello,” I ask at the reception, a little agitated. "Hello Miss. How can we help you,” the girl tells me without flinching. “Mmm yes, I'm coming to visit my friend y/n who is staying in room 203” I say nervously. “Miss Leah, I'm afraid that the guest Y/n was taken away by the ambulance a couple of hours ago, due to some cardiac incident, the poor girl was so young and had no one to help her at that time if not for the waiter who heard some noises, it's most likely that right now that girl was dead," the girl says sadly. "Excuse me? But she was fine yesterday when I saw her.” “Miss, I recommend you to go to the hospital where the ambulance took you and ask the corresponding questions there,” she says calmly. “Yes, of course, thank you very much anyway,” I say with a little emotion. “My poor y/n, how is this possible?” I sit in the car and tears come out of my eyes, I feel like the guiltiest person in the world. Instead of listening to her and being with her, the first thing I did is abandon her to her fate and if that's not enough, mess with someone who no matter how good person she is, is not y/n. The mother of my son, the love of my life. How stupid I am for God's sake.

Once at the entrance to the emergency room.

I get out of the car and look in the trunk for a facemask. “Damn, I had a box stored here” I say to myself, exasperated as I search through everything. “Here you are” I say, taking the mask under a pile of documents.

At reception

“Good morning miss, can I help you with something?” The nurse at the reception tells me. “Hey, a couple of hours ago an ambulance brought y/n Y/l/n here and I came to ask how she is” I say nervously. “Are you related to her?” she asks me, looking directly at the computer. “I'm her wife, Leah” I say, already stressed from so many questions. “I understand, at this moment, y/n is undergoing surgery due to a heart failure, if you wish you can wait in the coronary surgery waiting room on the 3rd floor and once the operation is finished a doctor will speak with you directly” she tells me. “Damn, well thanks, in the third one did you say?” I say worried. "Yeah".

It's been three hours since I've been here and the only thing that has changed is that a cardiologist has come to tell me that they are having complications with Y/N, and that her prognosis is reserved, that we have to wait and see how the surgery progresses.

Flashback

“Family of y/n y/l/n” a doctor comes out with a worried look. "Me, doctor, I am her wife, Leah Williamson" I say in a broken tone. “Well, Mrs. Leah, I will be very honest with you, at this moment we are performing a pericardiocentesis on Mrs. Y/n because after the cardiorespiratory arrest she suffered in the early hours of the morning we realized that she had cardiac clog, we have done this procedure several times because the patient keeps coming to a standstill and doesn´t come back. I would like you to notify her other relatives just in case. It should be said that the prognosis is reserved and her evolution will determine if the heart does not clog again, for now I will do everything in my power so that the lady does not die,” he says seriously. While he says that I try to process everything. There are possibilities that my love won’t make it and die, I must tell Lucia.

“Lucy, y/n she is dying, she has suffered several cardiac arrests since this morning and is in surgery she’s not recovering” I say between tears and sadness on the call. “Leah, don't be pessimistic. Ona and I will take the first flight there is to London, we will be with you” she says crying. I'm glad Lucy cares about y/n, they're like sisters from another mother. I settle into the chair and send a WhatsApp to Sophie.

To Sophie

Hey how are you? Sophie, did you leave Sage with my mother?

*Yes, as you told me. All good? *

No, something has happened, but first I must tell you that I can't take this anymore, you are a wonderful girl but I am not in the best place mentally. Sorry Sophie, it's better to leave things here.

*What a coward you are Leah, not telling me in person. Ok, I hope I never see you again*

A few hours later Dr. Flynn himself comes out.

“Leah, y/n she is out of surgery, her prognosis is still guarded but we believe she will make a successful recovery. What worried us most was that being so young and out of nowhere having these moments of trauma and even more so knowing that she has a healthy and fit life” he says less worried. “What exactly does she have? Will she be able to continue playing football? What will the recovery be like?” I said a mile an hour. “Miss, slow down please. Miss y/n will be in the coronary ICU for a while due to the sedation we gave her. What we watched in the echocardiogram, in the blood tests and the chest x-ray is an irregularity in her pericardium hence the surgery, but them also show cardiac arrhythmias which means that she won’t be able to practice any high impact sport, as Upon her recovery, her evolution will be marked by how her heart accepts the changes. Most likely, she will always have to carry oxygen and in the future we can consider the use of a pacemaker to help detect any irregularity. “I understand, can I see it?” I say a little more relaxed. “Of course, come with me here…”

To be continued

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[wandafiction]

Sounds Like A Date - Just Us Chapter 9

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1890

Series List | Chapter 8 | Chapter 10

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"Knock, knock." My sister's voice travels gently across the room, as she lets herself into my room. "Sorry to wake you, but you keep getting messages from an unknown number. They ask if you're still up for meeting today...."

"Today?" I shoot up from laying down and now sat facing my sister. "Pass me my phone please." 

She comes to sit next to me passing my phone off to me, I see a few notifications on my phone but specifically read the newest text.

Unknown: Are you okay? You're not replying? Please say this is your number. (10.43 a.m.)

"Shit." I groan as I unlock my phone to see the various messages I've received, scrolling back to the first one. 

Unknown: Hey Y/n! Just wanted to say I had an amazing time last night, and a lovely time this morning. Can't wait to see you again. (8.30 pm)

Unknown: Oh it's Wanda by the way. (8.31 pm)

Unknown: You made me feel so many things I haven't felt in a long time and some I've never felt before  (10.21pm)

Unknown: the gils say hellloooo. I ddnt tell them yhat mucj jusy that I splrt wit somon.  (10.53 pm)  (The girls say hello. I didn't tell them that much just that I slept with someone.)

I can only assume she was drunk at this point and I giggle to myself as I continue to read drunk texts from her that get harder and harder to understand as I go on. They range from telling me how sexy I am to a ramble about some friend drama. And then one text which is literally a bunch of letters.

Unknown: iralywnttocuagin (11.47 pm)

"What are you giggling at?" Carol peaks over my shoulder to read some of the messages. "Oh wow. Whoever it is is very drunk….she called you sexy? Oh my, is this a new girl?" 

"I don't know, we literally slept with each other Friday night, dropped her off Saturday late morning and then the panic attack happened. I can't believe I slept through the whole day and night." I rub my hands over my face as I continue reading the messages.

Unknown: Oh my god! I am so sorry about all the messages. I was completely out of it. (9.20 am)

Unknown: are you busy today? (9.30 am)

Unknown: is everything okay? You haven't messaged back at all? (9.50 am)

Unknown: I'm sorry that sounded rude. Just message me back. Please. (9.52 am)

Unknown: so Natasha has just informed me that I did indeed talk about our encounter on Friday night. Of course she is the only one who actually knows who you are.  (9.57 am)

Unknown: did I do something? Or are you regretting everything?  (10.13 am)

Unknown: I knew it was too good to be true (Message deleted) Unknown: you could have just said it was a one time thing for you instead of giving me your number. (Message deleted) Unknown: I'm more worried than frustrated. Are you okay? (10.34 am)

Shit! She thinks I'm ignoring her! But what do I tell her? I can't just be like 'hey, sorry I'm not ignoring you. I just had a fucking huge ass panic attack yesterday after getting home and have only just woken up.' No that would scare her away. She doesn't need to know about that.

"Can you help me message her so she doesn't get angry for the radio silence, but also doesn't run away?" I timidly ask my sister. Instead of replying she snatches my phone, types something in and passes it back. Oh god. I look down to see what she has said.

Y/n: Hey, I am so sorry. I got home and my sister surprised me with a surprise visit, and she made me turn my phone off so I could spend some 'quality' time with her. We stayed up way too late and I've only just woken up. (11.24 am)

Oh. That's not so bad. Carol places her hand on my back, rubbing it up and down for a few minutes while we sit in a comfortable silence.

"Thank you." It's the only thing I can say to her about yesterday and this morning.

"Always." She kisses my right temple, and I wince slightly. Okay why does that hurt, oh shit I hit my head as I went down. "Let's get that eye of yours sorted out, yeah?" 

"Is it bad?"

"Badass? Yeah!" We both laugh as she hoists me off the bed playfully shoving my back so I walk towards the bathroom. "But it does look like you lost the fight to the counter. It's a nice black eye though, you wear it well."

"Well I guess that's good." Ping. I turn to look at my phone and smile at the message I see.

Unknown: It's okay. I understand, siblings are important. I hope you're not too tired, I wondered if you wanted to meet today? 

~unknown~ changed to ~Wanda~

Y/n: I'm not too tired at all. What have you got planned?

I sit down on the stool in the bathroom, while Carol grabs a washcloth to give my face a clean. As she is wiping it she is looking down at me with those oh so caring eyes she has, maybe a little sadness, but also understanding. She smiles gently down at me as my eyes light up when another message comes through.

Wanda: Well I was thinking maybe going to a small café for a drink, some food. Then maybe go for a walk in the local park that's there, just talk and get to know one another. Then maybe head back to yours for a movie?

Wanda: or we could head to mine? Up to you really? So what do you say?

Y/n: sounds like you're asking me on a date? 

Wanda: What if I was? What would you say? 

Y/n: I would say, yes. Yes I like the idea of the date. Do you want me to pick you up from yours or meet at the café?

Wanda: Pick me up, please? 🥺

Y/n: Of course princess. What sort of time?

Wanda: In an hour? 

Y/n: I will see you then. I need to sort myself out so I will let you know when I'm leaving. 

Wanda: okay! See you soon! 

"A date? Huh." My sister's voice brings me back from looking at my phone, her curious gaze on mine.

"What?" I put my phone on the side, as I stand up to look at my face in the mirror. Well shit that's going to take a lot of makeup to hide.

"Nothing. Just proud of you." She brings my body into hers gently wrapping her arms around my body, even though I tower over her, she always gives the best hug.

"I'm proud of myself too." I rest my chin on the top of her head, slightly bending down to match her height better.

"How long has it been?" She looks up at me, so I move to stand up straight to look down at her from a more comfortable position. 

"I haven't had a date since Stephanie." She hums in response hugging me tighter at the mention of my ex's name. She pulls out of the embrace her hands on my cheeks gently rubbing them, avoiding my eye.

"Okay, well let me know how it goes. Also if this is going to go somewhere I want to meet her." I go to say something but she puts her hand in front of my face telling me to stop. "Not straight away, no. Maybe after month 1 or 2. You need to be sure this is what you want, and that it's going to work. If it is, well, then I will meet her. Only to make sure you don't find yourself in a situation you've you've in before. Okay?"

I'm not even going to argue, she is my older sister of course she is going to be over protective. "Okay."

"You listen hear….wait….Okay?" She seems surprised by my response, I mean I would normally try and make excuses. However, I know she won't let it go so why let this go on.

"Okay." I see her smile up at me.

"Okay then. Now do you need help with your makeup." She points a finger at my eye.

"Please." I say as I hand her the makeup bag, sitting on the counter next to the sink. I hardly wear makeup, but I have it for PR events and other business events.

It doesn't take long for Carol to do my makeup, making sure all of the blue and purple of my black eye is coveted nicely. She suggested wearing sunglasses, which only works if it's sunny; and it's not. It's currently overcast but the weatherman said there's no chance of rain, that's good at least.

"So it's a date?" Carol asks, when she comes to join me in the walk-in closet.

"That's what she said." I look around the clothes that are hanging up trying to decide what to wear.

"You slept with each other Friday, and are now going on a date today. Which for your information is Sunday." She turns her head to look up at me.

"Yeah why?" I ask as I pick out a pair of black skinny jeans holding them up against some tops.

"Nothing, just seems like you're both diving in head first." She brings over a plain white sweatshirt holding it against the jeans.

"Is that a bad thing? I mean people who online date, technically class their first meetings as a date right?" I place the sweatshirt and jeans on the island in the closet and head over to grab some shoes.

"No it's not a bad thing but it's like you missed steps 1 to 3 and skipped straight to sex and now are doing steps 1-3." She laughs as she brings over a light brown overcoat placing it on the island with the other clothes.

"Well isn't that how mom and dad met? A one night stand turned into 13 years of marriage." I raise an eyebrow in question as I turn to her, showing her some simple black vans in my hand.

"You're right, I know nothing." She laughs as she chucks me my clothes from the island.

"Exactly, you and Maria met in the air force, and you being the ever romantic person you are, took her on plenty of dates before actually doing the deed. Now look at you. Your married, you have Monica and that stupid ginger cat." Her eyes light up as I mention her wife and child, the biggest smile plastered on her face.

"You're right, I know nothing about one night stands, apart from mom and dad's story. Now get changed and go on your date before she thinks you stood her up." She gives me a pointed look as she leaves the walk-in. "Oh by the way, I'm staying for a couple of days. Want to catch up with people." She shouts behind the closing door...fun.

Y/n: Just putting on my shoes, leaving now.

Wanda: I will see you soon y/n.

Y/n: see you soon Wanda.

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[sortofanobsession]

omg I’m so glad you’re alive and I hope you’re feeling better. Can’t wait to read your Ted lasso writing again<3

Author's Note: ask and you shall receive...

Content warning: injury, hospital, surgery, anxiety, fear, cussing (it's Roy so duh) Crying.

Paring: Roy/Jamie

No Show Roy-o

Jamie paced the locker room. The team just watching him. 

Everyone's eyes snap to the door when someone starts to open it but they are disappointed when Ted and Beard walk in. The two coaches look at each other and then the team before heading into the office. 

"Okay, something is wrong," Ted says as he sets his backpack down. 

"Clearly," Beard replies. 

Ted watches the team through the window and notices all the attention on Tartt. Well, then he knew where to start.

"What's wrong, Jamie?" Ted asks as he approaches the striker. 

"Roy didn't show for training this morning and he isn't here yet."

"Has he ever missed before?" 

"The man actually lives to wake me up at 4 am to order me around," Jamie states. "No, he never misses. Not without a text at least."

"Did you call him?"

"I'm not daft," Jamie huffs. "Several times. No answer. Now it goes to voicemail."

"Some of us tried too," Isaac says. "Nothing."

"Keeley hasn't been able to ring him either," Jamie says. "Should I call his sister?"

"You have his sister's number?"

"For emergencies, and Phoebe," Jamie admits. 

"Hold on, you have contact with Roy's niece?" Ted asks. "She's what? 8?"

"That's really the important part to you now?" Jamie asks.

"Kinda, odd friendship there," Ted admits. 

"She insists I'm Roy's best friend, and Roy says it's for emergencies. She has a very different definition of emergencies, like you said, she's 8."

"Okay, fine," Ted says. He could let that go for now.  

"Do you think this counts as an emergency?" Jamie asks. 

"Let's see if he is doesn’t show, not just later than normal," Ted says. 

But when time comes to head out to the pitch and Roy still isn't there Jamie cracks and texts Roy's sister. She texts him back that she'll check his place. And that gives Jamie some reassurance as he begins training. He gives Ted his phone in case she or Roy calls. Ted initially thought it was silly, but about an hour in she does call. She tells Ted that Roy wasn't there and the fact he isn't answering for her is unusual. Roy would never ignore a call from her or Phoebe. But she also insists that Roy can handle himself. And she'll let them know if she hears anything. And that makes Ted a bit nervous. They were just about to take a break when Phoebe called Jamie. She is crying and Ted actually does call Jamie over for this one. And Jamie, still in his kit, drags Ted inside. Changes only his boots while still on the phone and whispers to Ted to get what he needs. 

"Where are we going?" Ted asks but does as Jamie says because something feels very wrong here. 

"The fucking hospital," Jamie hisses, not to be mean but more so Phoebe doesn't hear. 

"Oh, that's bad, yeah, let's go." Ted nods and follows Jamie’s lead. 

"We're on the way Phoebe, just stay there." 

Phoebe runs over and hugs Jamie when she sees him.

"Hey, Phoe," Jamie says and despite the fact she is 8 years old, Jamie hauls her up into his arms for a hug. And Ted is almost envious of how easy that seemed for him. But Ted is still very confused. "You remember Coach Ted?" Jamie asks her. She nods as Jamie sets her down. 

"Hi Phoebe," Ted says. "Are you okay?" Ted asks. 

She shrugs and looks over. Ted sees a doctor he had met before, but she looked out of place in street clothes. 

"Hey, Doc." Jamie hugs her. "What happened?"

"Still trying to sort that out," she says.

"You're Roy's sister?" Ted finally asks. 

"Oh sorry, yeah, Coach Lasso, Doc. Doc, Coach Lasso."

"Thanks Jamie," Ted says at the less than helpful introduction but Jamie is already being pulled away to the waiting area by Phoebe. 

"How much did Jamie tell you?" 

"Absolutely nothing," Ted admits. 

She shakes her head. "Right, Roy was brought in about a half hour ago. A friend of mine on shift recognized him and called me. They think he was hit by a car but we have no idea."

"Oh wow, I am so sorry, that-" Ted starts to say but she stops him.

"Thank you, he's in surgery now, I assume you will want to let Ms. Welton know. He might be out for a while."

"Yeah, right, good calls must run in the family," he says. 

"Something like that," she says before going to check on Phoebe. 

She leans in and whispers to Jamie that Roy is in surgery and it's a waiting game now. 

Ted calls Rebecca and Beard, then Keeley. Keeley is there in less than twenty minutes.

"Keeley?" Jamie asks when he sees her. She hugs Phoebe and then him. 

"Ted called," she says and smacks his arm. 

"What was that for?"

"You didn't call me!"

"I was busy with her," Jamie says, gesturing to Phoebe. Thankfully she had her headphones on and was curled up in a chair. 

"Fine, that is an acceptable excuse. Here," she hands him a bag. "I ran by Nelson Road and got your stuff. Sam had made sure it was packed up. They're all pretty worried."

"They aren't the only ones," Jamie glances at Phoebe. 

"Does Ted know?" 

She glances out the window to where Ted was clearly on the phone with Rebecca or Higgins.

"Know what?"

"About you and Roy?" She says.

"Nah, didn't know if I should tell him. We haven't talked about it."

"Well, I think this might genuinely blow your cover."

"Hasn't yet," Jamie says.

"Jamie, I know you. You're managing right now because of Phoebe, but the minute you see him, you-"

"I know," Jamie seems to deflate. "I am trying so hard but-" 

"Oh babe," she hugs him and grimaces. "I love you, Jamie but do us all a favor and change. I'll stay with her."

"Yeah, right, okay," Jamie says as he heads to the toilets to change. 

"Where's Jamie?" Ted asks when he gets back.

"Changing out of his kit, Ted there is something I need to tell you, the boys might get mad, but Jamie is going to need someone and as much as he tries to hide it he is terrified."

"Okay, lay it on me," Ted says.

"Roy and Jamie have been secretly dating since just after international break."

"Wow," Ted says. "That's…new information." He admits. "Does explain why he has Roy's sister in his phone. And why he was so worried when Roy didn't show up for training." 

"They were keeping it a secret because well, for a lot of reasons, but I believe that ship might have sailed based on the fact Jamie didn't even change out of his kit."

"Did change his boots," Ted says.

"Probably not easy to drive in," she says.

"Probably," Ted agrees. 

"Please don't make a big deal out of it, Jamie wasn't going to say anything because he wasn't sure if Roy would want him to, but Jamie brought you for a reason. He brought you because he trusts you and Roy trusts you. And I know you won't hold this against them."

"Heck no, I'm glad they have each other, just surprised is all. You think Jamie is just a ticking time bomb in this one?"

"Definitely," Keeley nods. "And I'm not sure what will set him off."

"Thanks for the heads up, I'll keep this between us unless something happens."

"Thank you, Ted." 

Keeley heads back to work after they promise to keep her in the loop. Roy's sister comes back a bit later to tell them that Roy was out of surgery but it would be a bit before anyone could see him.

"You should be at training," is the first thing out of Roy Kent's mouth when they walk in. He glares at Jamie. 

"Uncle Roy!" Phoebe rushes over and hugs him as best as she can.

"Hi, Phoebe," he says before looking at Jamie. 

"You really think I would stay at training after they called me?" Jamie challenges.

"Yes, not much you can do here," Roy says.

"How hard did that car hit you?” Jamie narrows his gaze at him. “Because clearly your brain is rattled, old man." 

"How you feeling, Roy?" Ted asks to get the two to quit being so grumpy.

"Like I got hit by a car," Roy states.

"You did," Phoebe sniffles. 

"I'm okay, kid," he says. Earning a scoff from Jamie. Roy glares at him. "You should-"

"Oh, Jamie Tartt's not going anywhere," Ted assures him. "Rebecca already knows you'll be out for a while, and sorry boys, but the cats out of the bag on this one."

"You told him," Roy glares at Jamie again.

"I did not," Jamie looks just as shocked. 

"Keeley told me," Ted says. "Because she was worried Jamie was handling it too well."

"Of course she was," Jamie complains. 

"You did cry, like a lot earlier," Phoebe says. 

"Thanks for that, Phoe," Jamie says, his tone less than amused at being called out by a literal child.

"Phoebe, why don't you help me find your mom and call Keeley," Ted says. 

She seems to weigh her options.

"And stop by the vending machines," Ted adds.

"Okay," she hugs her uncle again before following Ted out. Roy looks over at Jamie and can tell he really is hanging in by a thread.

"I'm fine," Roy says. And Jamie doesn't even say anything, just crawls in the bed beside Roy. Roy grunts but manages to shift a bit to make them both fit. "Better?" Roy asks once Jamie is practically molded into his side. 

"Yes, much," Jamie says and he buried his face in Roy's shoulder. 

"Why am I not surprised?" Roy's sister says when she walks in. 

"Not my idea," Roy says.

"Not complainin' though, yeah?" Jamie counters.

"Tear his stitches and I'm banning you myself, Tartt," she says.

"Ouch, Doc," Jamie says. "But fair."

She hums as she sets to checking his vitals. 

“Pain?” She asks.

He grunts.

“Roy,” she starts but Jamie beats her to it. 

“It's either now or you have to admit it when Phoebe gets back,” Jamie says. And whether it is because he's right or that Jamie's so close to losing it Roy knows he needs to answer. 

“Fine, 6.”

“Right,” his sister says.

She makes a few notes.

It was quiet again when she left. 

“Are you mad?” Jamie asks.

“That I got hit by a fucking car?” Roy counters. That seemed like an obvious question. Of fucking course he was. He could have died. His mind circles back as Jamie shifts. 

“That people know,” Jamie corrects. “About us.”

Roy considers it as best he can with painkillers in his system. And he really doesn't fucking care because Jamie is there with him and despite how he was acting before he was glad he was there. It had been terrifying to think he might die when he has people that need him. 

“No,” Roy finally answered. “Needed you here, and if that's the fucking cost. Fine.”

“Good, because I think the team knew something was up, but that might have been because I couldn't sit still.”

“When have you ever fucking sat still?” Roy posits.

“This was worse,” Jamie tells him. “I'm sure Will is going to be pissed at the state of my boots. Pacing constantly on a hard surface.”

“Well get you new fucking boots,” Roy assures.

“Least of my worries, love,” Jamie admits, carefully shifting so he can see Roy's face. “Scared the shit out of me when I couldn't- you weren't answering. No one could find you. You never-”

“Fuck,” Roy says because Jamie has tears streaming down his face and he hates when that happens. He hates that it's because of him, even if he had no say in what happened to him. Despite the ache it causes Roy reaches up and brushes as many of those tears away as he can without risking his stitches. “I'm-”

“Don't!” Jamie starts to pull away. The striker knew what he was about to say. Jamie vehemently shakes his head, causing Roy's hand to have to fall back to the bed. “You are not fucking fine, Roy,” Jamie states, and it was clear what little hold Jamie had on his feelings was slipping. “Because I’m not! Phoebe isn’t either. You nearly died! I can't…do you think I want to do any of this shit without you? Because I fucking don't.”

“Not fucking asking you to,” Roy says, and it probably comes out more aggressive than he intended because Jamie was no longer tucked against his side. The footballer was on his feet, having wound himself up to pacing again. And Roy's chest always gets tight when Jamie does that shit. He needs Jamie to be okay. But he knows he probably said that wrong when Jamie glares at him. 

“You didn't fucking have to,” Jamie retorts. And that's fair. 

“Fucking hell,” Roy grumbles, attempting to sit up so he can better track Jamie's movement. 

“Don’t do that,” Jamie grumbles as he moves back to help him. “Hurt yourself and your sister will boot me.”

“Then quit fucking pacing,” Roy tugs at Jamie's arm until he sits on the edge of the bed. Roy sighs, ignoring the ache in his ribs as he does. 

“I'm not fucking dying, Tartt. Fucking doctors made sure of it.”

“Barely,” Jamie says.

“But they fucking did, and that's fucking that.”

Jamie scoffs but doesn't bother arguing. He was anxious and still thinking about how much worse things could have been, and how much could still go wrong.

“Look at me, Tartt,” Roy demands. Jamie does. “I know this is a fucking mess, but I will be fucking fine. You know why?” Jamie shrugs. “Because you lot won't stop until I am. You, my sister and Ted fucking Lasso, are all fucking determined. Throw in Keeley and that fucking team. I probably won't get a fucking quiet moment til I'm back at the dog track. So fucking do it.”

“Are you telling me to take care of you?” Jamie asks. 

“Going to fucking do it anyway, yeah?”

“Of course,” Jamie nods. “What do you need me to do?”

“You're here, so things are already fucking better,” Roy states. That has warmth spreading through Jamie's chest because Roy has less filter than most, but it would appear he has even less now. And it's oddly sweet.

“Yeah, I'm here,” Jamie says as he shifts to prop his knee up on the bed and takes Roy's hand in his. The fact Roy seems to relax even more has Jamie smiling for what feels like the first time all day. “And you heard the gaffer, I'm not going anywhere. You're stuck with me.”

“Good, going to need help with the kid,” Roy says. “She is going to be impossible to get rid of.”

“Don't lie Kent, you love every second of it. You love that kid.”

“Not the only fucking one,” Roy states. 

“That loves Phoebe? Of course not, she's adorable and-”

Roy squeezes his hand. 

“That I love, you fucking muppet. Sometimes I wonder why but fucking hell, Tartt. I fucking love you.”

Jamie grins. “Fucking love you too, you prick.”

Roy tugs him until Jamie lays back down beside him. There is a knock at the door. Jamie goes to get up but Roy doesn't let him. 

“Well aren't you two adorable,” Ted says as he and Phoebe come in. 

“Fuck off, Lasso,” Roy grunts.

“Uncle Roy,” Phoebe starts.

“I know, kid,” Roy says. 

“Your mum probably knows where his wallet is more than he does,” Jamie says.

“Could probably finally cash out that tab I've heard about,” Ted adds.

“Oi, don't give her fucking ideas.”

“That's two,” Ted states. 

“Fucking hell,” Roy mutters, closing his eyes and letting his head fall back against the pillows. 

“Three,” Phoebe giggles. 

“I got you,” Jamie quietly tells Roy. Jamie grabs his wallet from his locker and tosses it to Phoebe. Phoebe gives him a look. “He's been through it, so I'll take the hit for him.” Jamie grins. Phoebe just shrugs and takes three quid from him.

“Now he owes you,” Phoebe says, setting his wallet on the table by his phone, which he had set aside to focus on Roy when he initially crawled into the bed. 

Roy glares at him, but it doesn't bother the striker. 

#tw: injury #tw: hospitalization #tw: hospitals #tw: hit by car #tw: crying #tw: cursing #tw: cussing #tw: fear #tw: anxiety #tw: medical procedures #tw: medical emergencies #tw: medical treatment #tw: medication #tw: mentions of death #ted lasso fic #royjamie #jamie x roy #roy x jamie #jamieroy

[drinkyourvillainjuice]

Hey the lost saving friends anon here and i wanted to thank you for the clarification but am also still curious about two things.

When beeing BFF/GF with Shauna you can save her without a problem, but when choosing to be BFF with Prii(what i did) it still isn't possible, even tho i am picking every option(that i think is helping Shauna and ignoring Prii = not beeing useless and freeze)

To clarify, ima give the choices i picked, while beeing BFF with Prii:

1: Scramble back. I can't do anything for Grant. 2: What do I do? What do I do!? 3: My turn now, right? Right!? Now the, what i think is the important stuff 4: Now's my chance to help Shauna! 5: I have to do something! I have to help! 6: Shauna needs me. I run to rescue her. 7: Strength option cause my mc got like 64 on the Guts stat 8: Look around for the monster. 9: Shauna, I have to get to Shauna. 10: She dies...again...

Which leaves me to believe that being friends with Prii while trying to save the others(in this case shauna) is basically unecessary and useless? Or did i do something wrong again?

Also this is not ment as hate or critique, purely a call for clarification :)

Ah, I think I know what's happening here! You're taking the right choices, however:

The choice:

If I'm strong enough, I can physically carry her. I'll need to talk to her and keep her calm.

Isn't strictly Guts. It's Guts and Knowledge, which governs good rhetoric.

The thing is, that specific choice is also coded such that if you don't meet the Knowledge threshold, you can still pass the check by being close to Shauna - your MC knows what to say to calm her down.

If you're not picking weak Knowledge and still failing, that sounds like a bug and if you wouldn't mind, I'd like to see a screenshot/copied text of exactly how that flows, since it may be an issue with how I coded it.

(If you take a stealthy option, dating/crushing on Prii adds a requirement to have a stoic personality, or otherwise MC can't bring themself to leave Prii)

#ask #gameplay guidance #drink your villain juice #prii (dyvj) #shauna (dyvj) #spoilers

[80pairsofcrocs]

baby scarab || 35

anon - OMG OMG OMG You're Baby Scarab Series is absolutely amazing! I was wondering wondering, since crazy stuff has happened in this series, what if the reader becomes a little kid or something. Like they wake up, and they're a little child for a day or something. Feel free to ignore this. You're series is amazing.

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anon - i can imagine y/n and the moon boys having a just dance battle cause y/n coaxed them into it tbh

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anon - Idk silly idea I love

So imagine reader has a shit day right and the boys are doing moon knight stuff and they get a text from their phone like come to the roof nerd and it’s big bro Spider-Man!!

Just imagine him playing some fun music and dancing with the reader on the roof

Me and my friend did this once, we both were in rlly bad states of depression and we ended up blasting music and he and I danced to stupid songs in the rain

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A/N : random af, filler chapter. also requests are way different from what i wrote but hey, i have to make it fit somewhere right? hope you like it either way

masterlist - marvel masterlist - series masterlist

A/N : enjoy khonshu fucking up your body again :D

please enjoy, and don't be shy if you want to be in the taglist, just ask <3, sorry for the long wait

playlist

pairings : steven grant x (platonic)reader, marc spector x (platonic) reader, khonshu x (platonic)reader, jake lockley x (platonic)reader

TW : medicine (pills), language, spidey stuff, little y/n, little y/n having a breakdown(?), khonshu being khonshu, eating disorders(?), starvation, let me know if i missed anything

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you woke up in the same position you fell asleep in.

you just kept your eyes closed since you didn’t feel like being a part of the world yet.

you were stuck thinking about that kid.

yesterday, you were thinking over and over about how you wish you were a kid again, and had someone there for you.

actually there for you.

not just some drunk foster parents, or the foster parents that hated you.

you let out a deep breath and decided to carefully maneuver yourself off jake, as to not wake him up.

when you stood up you felt that something was off right away.

“khonshu” you murmur, the bird showing up in front of you.

“what did you do this time?” you ask tiredly, rubbing your eyes.

“your thoughts were sad, i thought this would make you feel.. better” he explains and you raise an eyebrow.

“i feel short, what did you do?” you ask again and khonshu tilts his head.

“i de-aged you” he says calmly and you just stare up at him.

you weren’t even mad. you were used to all khonshus bullshit by now.

“and how far did you de-age me?” you ask impatiently.

khonshu hesitates in answering. “it would appear that you have the body of an 8 year old” he tells you quietly and you take an all too calm breath.

you felt your shirt slide down one of your shoulders, making you pull it back up.

you were a fairly small 8 year old.

you were malnourished at that age, and it’s like khonshu and just brought it all back.

unintentionally of course, he means well and you know that.

well- for the most part.

he wanted to make you feel better but didn’t know how.

so this is what he came up with.

“change me back” you shake your head, having to crane your neck more than usual look look at him.

“…” he doesn’t say anything and you give him a look.

“khonshu”

“it wears off in 12 hours”

“i have work today, what am i supposed to do?”

“not go? did i accidentally give you an 8 year olds brain too?” he asks sarcastically and you scoff.

“i have to call my boss but i sound like a child” you complain.

“that’s because you are one”

“yeah, no thanks to you” you glare, and khonshu sighs loudly before walking past you to jake.

he pokes jake in the chest with the crescent on the top of his moon stick, making jake hit it away and blink a few times before glaring at him.

“lockley we have an issue” khonshu tells him and jake groans in annoyance.

“what did you do this time?” he mumbles.

khonshu just nods his head over to you, who was now looking down at your now oversized clothing and fiddling with your sleeve.

jake gasps quickly and sits up as fast as he can to come over and kneel down in front of you.

“princesa, are you okay? does it hurt?” he puts his hands up to your face, bringing you to look at him.

“other that being smaller than usual, i’m fine” you nod to him, and he looks you over once again.

“pajaro estupido” jake shakes his head, khonshu taking this as his cue to leave.

jake turns back to stare at you, to which you just stare back.

“i’m to tired to care, and i need you to call natalie” you say, cringing at your slightly higher pitched voice.

“yeah yeah- i’ll.. i’ll do that” jake nods distractedly. “where’s your phone?”

you shrug and point to the bed, remembering it was in your pocket when you went to sleep.

you’re very careless with your phone- like you don’t even charge it half the time.

you can’t even remember the last time it got to 100%.

jake flings the blanket around, finding your phone half stuffed under a pillow, and picking it up.

he puts your password in and goes into your contacts to find natalie, when he sees an unfamiliar name.

“who’s peter?” all three of them ask at the same time.

you just blink up at them while jake rolls his eyes. 

“you better explain after i call your boss” he says sternly and you nod.

jake clicks her contact and holds the phone to his ear while you turn your attention to marc and jake in one of the mirrors.

you can’t reach the mirror now, but you can still look up at it.

“is peter a new friend? you should’ve told us” steven whines and you look down, feeling kind of bad for not telling them about your secret training with spider-man.

“when jakes done i’ll explain everything, i promise” you tell both of them and they nod hesitantly, exchanging glances.

that’s when jake came back over, starting to hand your phone back to you before taking it back last minute.

“children shouldn’t have phones, it’ll melt your brain” he says to you with a smile and you groan in annoyance, walking to the couch to take a seat.

“you’re so mean” you mumble.

jake slips your phone in his pocket, and goes to sit next to your small frame on the couch.

“you said you’d explain, now explain” marc tells you and you sigh.

“where do i even start?” you mumble to yourself.

“you can’t tell anyone though, but peter is spider-man, the other spider guy we saw yesterday” you start.

“he’s.. he’s been helping me with my abilities at night sometimes while you guys are asleep” you end quietly and you can sense marc giving you ‘that’ look.

“he saw me on the news in america. apparently they know about me over there, so he came all this way to help me” you begin.

“we became friends quickly since we have almost identical abilities, and since we.. we can relate to each other on a certain level” you finish.

“how do you relate?” steven asks and you hesitate.

“we’re both orphans” you nod and jake furrows his brows.

“so you’ve been sneaking out at night to go hang out with a boy?” he asks and you make a face.

“he’s like two years older than me, and he’s been training me, that’s all” you defend peter, and he hums.

“do you mind if we tag along next time?” he asks and you stare at him for a second.

“..sure” you say quietly, and he chuckles in victory.

“you know, i thought you’d freak out more” you say honestly and marc is the one to respond.

“if he’s helping you control your powers than i’m completely fine with it” he tells you and jake nods.

“ditto” steven agrees and you chuckle again, and right before you can say another word a loud crack of thunder rumbles through the air, making you flinch and cover your ears.

jake turns his attention to you in concern, seeing as your hands are shaking while covering your ears.

he lightly taps your shoulder, making you look up at him.

“princesa?” he starts, guiding your hands down. “you okay?” he asks and you nod.

“i forgot about my fear of storms as a kid, and it doesn’t help that i have enhanced hearing now” you explain the best you can, and you see that steven started to front.

“wait how’s that even work? i thought it was just your body that was changed” he says and khonshu appears perched on the back of the couch.

“actually, it was only her mind that stayed the same, her fears however..” he trails off and steven purses his lips.

a flash of lightning lights up the room through the window, and you instinctively gasp and hide your face in your hands.

“well why would you even do this, you dumb bird? don’t you see that she doesn’t like it?” steven scolds him and khonshu sighs.

“it’s not my fault she wanted someone to care about her as a child” khonshu starts, surprising all of you.

you swipe your finger across your throat while glaring at khonshu, and another quieter crack of thunder sounds in the room.

you- without your full control, lean over and grip stevens shirt while burying your face in his shoulder, making him gasp quietly in surprise, then quickly put a hand to your back to give you a sense of comfort.

“what do you mean nobody cared about her? her foster parents.. they cared about her… right?” steven trails off, looking down at you and then sighing.

“y/n”

you look up at him, and you see that he’s giving you a look.

“not all of them took care of me” you mumble. “i don’t like talking about it” you look back down, still gripping his shirt in one of your hands.

“i won’t force you to talk about it but.. if you ever want to we’re always here” he assures you and you nod, seeing another flash and hearing another loud boom.

you sneakily bring a hand down to stevens pocket, and snatching your phone as jake gives you a look through the mirror on the coffee table, but it softens when he realizes what had calmed you down as a kid.

because it sure as hell wasn’t the adults in the home. it was music. beautiful sound to distract you from the loud obnoxious ones coming from outside.

you focus on the patter of rain on the roof as you bring up spotify and putting the phone to your ear, steven still not even noticing you took your phone out of his pocket.

he was busy glaring at khonshu. “you’re lucky i don’t want to leave her, or you’d be toast” he threatens, your music playing faintly in your ear.

“are you a wizard? how would you turn me to toast?” khonshu asks, genuinely curious.

steven deadpans at him then looks back to you, noticing that you’re listening to something.

“hey- when’d you-“ another crack of thunder had you tensing up, stevens arms tightening around you.

“..does it calm you down?” seven asks as a flash of lighting lights up the room again.

he relaxes a little when he feels you nod. “here, stand up” he nudges you and you do so, phone still to your ear.

steven quickly goes to close the curtains, so you won’t freak out by the sudden flashes.

he comes back over and gently takes the phone from you, turning up the volume to reveal that what you’re listening to was some of the more mellow songs by olivia rodrigo.

steven smiles and puts the phone down on the coffee table and takes your hands in his, yours reaching higher than usual to your now lack in height.

steven frowns a bit when he sees how bony and skinny your arms were, since your now huge sleeves rolled down.

he also took notice of the slight hollowness of your cheeks. you noticed the slight trace of guilt on his face, which made you confused.

“what’s wrong?” you ask ask the two of you sway back and forth, your eye twitching whenever you hear thunder.

“i’m going to be blunt and ask you if at this age your foster parents ever fed you” steven says which makes you bite the inside of your cheek while you debate on answering.

“..sometimes” you answer and he lets out a shaky breath.

“why? why would anyone treat you this way?” he says more to himself than anyone else.

“because they only took me in to make themselves look good” you start.

“they would make me wear fancy dresses whenever they had friends over. they.. i had to sneak downstairs in the middle of the night to get food, and i would get caught” you take a shaky breath, looking up at steven with glassy eyes.

“then they wouldn’t let me have any food for days as a punishment” you end quietly.

“Las matare” you hear jake mutter, and you chuckle softly before taking your hands out of stevens and wrapping them around his waist, his own going around your back.

“yeah, for once i can agree with you” marc says to jake.

you feel calm when your music stops for a second, signaling that you’d gotten a notification.

you begrudgingly left steven and went to check it when you saw it was peter.

“what is it?” steven asks hesitantly, not wanting to pry.

“it’s peter, he wants me to come up to the roof in an hour, after the rain stops” you tell them and marc groans.

“don’t even start- i’m going to do it” you inform them and marc speaks up.

“then let us go with you”

“but-“

“y/n”

“fine”

~~~

after steven forced brunch down your throat, it was almost time for you guys to go up to meet peter.

he’d noticed how you were hesitant in eating anything- must have been your body not feeling hungry due to the fact you were basically starved at that age.

this was one of the many things you hadn’t told them about your barely-there childhood, which you refused to talk about if not necessary.

it was necessary now since you had to explain why you weren’t hungry- which you had a large appetite now since you could buy your own food, and your larger metabolism from the spider bite.

it’s only been 4 hours since you’d gotten changed, so that meant another 8 until you were back to yourself.

your spidey sense was ringing in your ears, which made you perk up, and the now fronting marc noticed.

“is he here?”

you nod, heading for the window. marc followed after you, making sure you wouldn’t fall to your death.

you made it up, and he saw you peak down and shoot a web to him, sticking to his arm.

he gave you a look of panic as you smirk, yanking on the web to have him hanging off of it. 

“kid- i swear if you drop me-“

“i won’t drop you, you baby” you retort, pulling him up enough so that he can grab the edge and pull himself up.

once he gets to his feet, he points a finger at you. “don’t you ever do that again” he says sternly and you put your hands up in surrender, and turn around to see peter staring in your direction, his mask up.

“h-hey” you hear his stutter, obviously wondering what exactly was happening.

a small girl who looked exactly like you, and the guy you went home with from the alley.

“another tingle?” you ask peter, both you and marc approaching him.

“yeah, and i think i can sense the problem” he says sarcastically, and you chuckle.

“don’t worry, it’ll wear off” you start. “peter, this is marc” you end up introducing and marc nods to him, brows furrowed.

“marc, peter” you introduce again, peter waving to him.

“so if this is marc, where are the other two?” peter whispers to you once he gets close enough.

you look down at the still damp ground. “they’re in there” you say and you sense peters confusion.

“there’s three of ‘em in one body” you explain shortly and he nods.

“hello sir. i’m, i’m peter. peter parker” he starts, putting out a hand. “well- you know i’m peter i’m just- i’m just gonna stop talking now”

marc eyes his covered hand and then reaches out to shake it.

“marc spector” marc starts. “moon knight” he shakes peters hand firmly, making peter nervous.

“okay, there’s too much testosterone here- what now?” you ask, both the boys taking their hands back.

“well- well i just-“

“you help y/n with her abilities right?” marc asks, hands in his pockets.

you stare between the two, peters mask coming down so that he can look at marc properly.

“i do, yeah” peter nods, marc tilting his head at him.

“and you’re treating her good?” he questions and peter nods right away.

“he does” you confirm, and marc nods.

“good.” he takes a breath. “that’s good, she needs you” marc tells peter, and both of you are surprised.

“she needs someone relate to, so i’m glad you’re here for her” he gives peter a tight lipped smile and peter smiles back.

both men look to you while you just blink up at the both of them.

“peter” you start. “how far do your webs go?”

“i- uhm.. i don’t know, this is a new formula” he says and a smile forms on your face.

“well, i bet mine go farther than yours” you scoff, walking to the edge of the roof, peter and marc following.

“do you want to bet?” peter asks and you nod.

“if i win i get to pick what you teach me next” you say and peter nods.

“that’s fair” he starts. “if i win i get to pick then, and trust me you don’t want that” he jokes and you let out a sarcastic laugh.

marc enjoyed just observing off to the side, seeing you happy like this made him happy.

steven and jake on the other hand, felt all the same, but jake was a bit wishy washy about peter.

you and peter reach both of your arms out, counting down and then shooting a web out, yours going quite farther than peters.

it must have been the fact that the webs you had were superior since they were made literally inside you.

there’s no non-weird way to say it, really.

you turn to give a now red-faced peter a look.

“i want you to help me with swinging” you say with a smile.

“i knew you were going to say that” peter shakes his head, chuckling.

marc watched with a smile, and peter noticed.

“listen, i kind of have bad news” peter looks at you, both of your smiles fading a bit.

“i have to go back home- to america in two weeks” he says and you look up at him with glossy eyes.

damn your little kid habits.

“what? will you ever come back?” you ask and peter nods.

“of course i will, i just.. i know you can do great here” peter tells you, bending down to reach your height.

“just remember this, okay?” he starts and you nod.

“with great power.. there is also great responsibility” he nods at you and you smile.

“i’ll miss you. i’ll make sure london stays safe” you assure him and he chuckles.

“i know you will” he stands back up completely and turns to marc.

“marc, and steven, jake.. if you can hear me” he starts, mumbling the last part.

“if you’re ever in america, you always have a place to stay” peter tells him and marc nods.

“nice meeting you” he tells him.

peter nods again awkwardly, and backs up, mask forming back on his face.

“edith just.. i have to go i’m so sorry” he says and you just smile at him.

“i get it, i’ll see you” you say and he waves, hopping off the roof.

you turn to marc who was fighting a smile. “you don’t completely hate him” you nudge his shoulder, also jumping off the roof.

marc’s eyes widen and he looks over to see you standing on the wall, looking up at him with a smirk.

he just lets out a breath and rolls his eyes.

~~~

once you were all back inside, you ended up laying on steven, while he watched the news, you tracing shapes into his chest with your tiny finger.

you perked up at the mention of the crime you stopped just yesterday.

“yeah, she saved my boys life” the mom of the boy says to the camera.

you and steven both focus in on it, and you feel your stomach full with butterflies.

“so, since you’re the first official person saved by this spider-hero, what do you think her name should be?” the news lady asks the little boy in his mothers arms.

“arachnid!” he yells, arms out in the air, the mother laughing.

you gasp and sit up, almost hitting steven in the chin with your head.

“ohmygosh!” you say quickly with a smile.

“dude! i have a cool name now!” you throw yourself forward and wrap your shirt arms around stevens neck, his arms going around you too.

“oh! darling, i’m so proud of you!” steven starts.

“that’s amazing, congratulations!” you hear marc.

jake is the next to speak. “Estoy tan orgullosa de ti, cariño”

~~~

even khonshu had congratulated you, by changing you back early.

he found a way. he’s khonshu.

so of course your appetite came back, and you ate two packages of pop tarts, steven being perfectly fine with it.

all of them were fine with it, really.

as long as you were back to yourself, they were fine with it.

more than fine, they were proud of you for being comfortable to be yourself around them.

so so proud.

they would be proud for every single accomplishment you make.

and they always will.

~~~

A/N : endings are rushed nowadays, but whatever i’m not perfect :) but i do try to be

thank you all for the support, i love you all so much. thank you all for the requests, i love reading them and the set ups for the shorts :) <3

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[fuck-customers]

Just a curious question for mods (Rodney) and followers: At your retail job (current or past) what does being a store lead entail? What responsibilities/privileges come with it + what are the upsides and downsides?

My boss recently pushed the idea of being a lead on me and essentially said "someone is leaving, so a lead position will be available, you should do it, you've been here long enough" I haven't officially been offered the position, but she essentially said she wants me to do it.

Which....yes, I have, but the reason I'm not a lead is because a lead has almost all of the responsibilities of a store manager, with the exception of hiring new employees and doing payroll, for about 1/3 of the pay.

Plus, even though a lead position is a management position, it's not full-time.

Essentially, if I agreed to be a lead, I would gain about $2 more an hour, yet still be part-time (so, no benefits) and my hours would POSSIBLY increase from 4-12 hours a week, to maybe 20+. (But not necessarily, because there is a current lead who has 8 hours for this entire week)

Regardless, if I am officially offered the position, I will probably take it anyway, because I need something more for my resume and I think that'll look good. And I'm hoping to move soon, so I won't have to do it for long.

The responsibilities of a lead at my store (to my knowledge) are:

-open/close the store (physically open the door with the key, set/disable the alarm, open/close registers + count the cash, do the sales report at the end of the night) + now we have to clean the bathrooms every night (with no proper ppe, but that is another tale)

-cover employee breaks (this is the easiest and least objectionable one)

-are in charge of getting coverage if an employee calls out/doesn't show up (ask on the clock employees to stay late, call off-clock employees to come in)

-are actually usually the one that has to cover shifts (now I can't just ignore my boss's texts, rip)

-deal with any Karens/unruly customers/get yelled at by customers, essentially any time anyone "needs to speak to your manager" you gotta go over there

-deal with/solve any employee disputes/problems that don't have to do with payroll

-do whatever daily tasks the SM assigns on a list for you to do, usually includes things like putting up/taking down sale signs, cleaning certain aisles, doing inventory tasks, exception counts, etc.. I've seen various daily tasks lists...they're usually 2+ pages long.

I'm sure there's other responsibilities I'm forgetting/am unaware of, but this is all I can think of right now. It seems like a lot for just $2 more an hour, not even full-time tbh.

BONUS QUESTIONS:

-At your current/former jobs, what responsibilities did leads have? More or less than what I listed?

-Any advice? I have a few things in mind that I plan to do, such as always standing by my coworkers and taking their side over the customer. (Unless the employee is 100% in the wrong, but even then, I plan on phrasing it like "I think my coworker here was a little bit confused on the policy, but they tried their best, this is the way it's supposed to be, but it was not my coworker's fault" basically I won't throw anyone under the bus) I also plan on not completely kissing customer ass. If you're a customer and you're being rude and disrespectful to my employee, you will not still get your discount or whatever you wanted. I am not bending over backwards for disrespectful Karens. And I plan on regularly consulting with my coworkers for any suggestions on how I could improve/make things easier for them. Any other suggestions?

I have never worked anywhere that had a "Team Lead" position. So I can't say with experience.

My daughter works at the bread bowl place and when they made her a team lead all they told her was that she needed to train new people and know policies and procedures 100% and they were suppose to give her a $2 raise. But her and a friend started at the same time, made team lead at the same time, but he got the $2 and she got $1.50 and had to fight for almost a year for the .50.

Since her getting the title she has not trained the new people (the new hires have) and she is treated like a normal part timer. She has also said most of the people working are team leads.

-Rodney

[didhewinkback]

OMFG I just read something old and MANNNN. You got me feeling all types of ways holy shit. The most I’ve ever felt reading a series holy cow. You are so fucking talented. Wowza. Please continue with the blurbs I feel like they are part of my life now.

Also does the fans know about Y/N and Harry’s current relationship? How did they feel when things were first announced after the wedding was called off and their relationship was exposed for the first time?

omg helllloooo you angel on earth !!! this message is soo lovely and kind and idk what i did to deserve it. i am so grateful that you took the time to write me and that you love the story so much!! i appreciate this message more than you knoow.

sorry this took me ages to answer as an apology i essentially wrote you a blurb pls see below

so per harry and erin's teams' agreement, the public never knew a wedding was supposed to take place. anyone who worked it had signed a pretty ironclad nda & all guests in attendance knew to stay silent about it, though some of erin's friends did try to go to deuxmoi at one point months later but that got shut down pretty quick. when the press release about the engagement ending came out, there was obviously endless speculation about it, discourse, tiktoks etc. people had a lot of feelings about harry and erin's relationship, they either absolutely loved the fashion power couple or they absolutely hated it and it was best to avoid any and all discussions on the matter, made easier by the break up being announced when you were on pause and doing your best to ignore any and all celeb news (though you did do some google searches at 3 am when you couldn't sleep but it immediately made you feel terrible so you avoided it like the plague, knowing if you needed to know something, harry would tell you)

as for your relationship, you both kept it realllly low key and private for the first year, wanting the broken off engagement to become old old news before anything got speculated about the two of you, harry was pretty adamant about ensuring no one connected you to the breakup. it was much easier than it sounds, he can really disappear when he needs to and it was important to both of you to protect what you had, shield it from prying eyes. his relationship with erin had been highly publicized and he had no interest in doing that again and you couldn't agree more, you've got no interest in that world or leaning into the public eye, so that first year was quite lovely, going on dates around london, moving in together around his birthday, 8 months into dating officially but conventional timelines never applied to you both. if you ever were spotted out together by fans, any speculation got shut down pretty quickly, people recognized you as his lifelong childhood friend and had no reason to assume otherwise, which worked in your favor when his tour started up again and there was tiktok upon tiktok about how "yes you've been to more shows than usual but jeff's at every show and no one thinks he's dating harry so why would they think it about you??" you avoided it all but roxy loved to take the piss, sending you screenshots every so often when you would show up on her for you page with a text "cannot seem to escape this bitch" to which you would reply "just how many videos of h's concert were you watching to get this on your algorithm?"

its in december 2021, the start of his few months off before the work craziness resumes, a lazy sunday morning. you're lounging on the couch, half heartedly clicking through netflix when you hear him come back into the house from his coffee run, hearing snippets of the phone call he's having getting louder after he kicks his shoes off and makes his way towards you.

"Yeah, I'll talk to her 'nd get back to you." he says, as he turns the corner, still bundled up with his beanie and hoodie pulled over his head, brow furrowed as he listens to the other end while still balancing the coffees and bag of pastries in his hand. "Yeah, for sure. Okay I'll call you back. Love you bro, bye."

He hangs up the phone, placing the treats on the coffee table before taking out his airpods and shuffling over to you. He hovers over where you lay, resting his hands on the back and arm of the couch before leaning in.

"Hi," he murmurs with a soft smile on his face, leaning in to kiss you.

You shudder when you pull away, the frost from outside having seeped into his face. "You're cold," you say with a small frown to which he immediately rolls his eyes and nudges his cold nose down the side of your face, pressing kisses all along your cheeks, forehead, jawline, until you push him away with a giggle. He smacks one final kiss to your head before pulling away, tugging his hoodie off his head and taking his beanie off to shake out his hair.

He leans back to grab the coffee off the table, handing you your cup while throwing the bag of pastries onto your lap before he grabs his own cup, lifting your legs temporarily before settling on the other side of the couch, placing your ankles over his lap. He leans back, resting his head against the back of the couch and closing his eyes for a minute, taking a deep breath. You assume you're the "her" he mentioned on the phone earlier but you opt to give him time, peeling open the pastry bag to see what he picked up.

"Got something weird to talk to y' about." he says, making you pause in your rifling efforts as you look over at him, finding him in the same position, his eyes still closed.

"Oookay."

He squeezes your ankle once, opening his eyes and rolling his head along the back of the couch to look at you.

"There was a pap yesterday. Last night. On our walk. Don't know how but - here." He pulls his phone out of his sweatshirt pocket, quickly unlocking it before handing it over to you.

You feel an uneasy pit in your stomach as you swipe through the photos, though there's nothing bad or damning or embarrassing about them. Objectively, they're quite lovely. The two of you bundled up through the blustery London night, his arm wrapped around your shoulders with yours around his waist, him pulling you into his chest as you laugh, his chin resting against your head, then pressing a kiss to your hair. You both look happy, really, really happy, completely unaware of any eyes on you. You keep scrolling through and - ah. There's the most revealing one, the two of you smiling up at each other before he pulls you into a kiss with his hands cradling your face.

You can feel his eyes on you, intently watching every emotion that passes over your face, thumb rubbing circles along your ankle. It's so weird, is the thing. To see this intimate moment between you two captured by a complete stranger who you had no idea was watching you. You've somehow managed to avoid this happening up until this point, the combination of lawsuits he has against paps in London and being able to blend in with the crowd having worked in your favor for the last year. It's a bizarre feeling, to feel like you got too complacent in your own life, should've been more aware of your surroundings. But also? Fuck that. You're not going to live your life differently because of what other people are doing or thinking. They're the ones with the issue, not you.

"'m so sorry," he says, 'Had no idea -"

"No no no," you say quickly cutting him off, as you hand him his phone back, sitting up and taking his hand when he offers it. "No need to apologize."

"Daily Mail and a few others got a hold of 'em, that was Jeff earlier. He and Sadie wanted to see if we wanted them to run any kind of interference." he says, small frown on his face as he plays with your palm, fingers drawing mindless patterns. "The photos are getting published regardless but like they could try to keep you as a mystery woman or summat -"

You snort, shaking your head as you rest your forehead on his shoulder, his arms wrapping around you and pulling you close. It takes a second of rearranging your legs before you're sat on his lap, his hand rubbing up and down your back. You pull back to look at him, hands coming up to cradle his face. He leans into the touch, turning to plant a kiss to your palm.

"You okay?" you ask quietly.

He nods. "Just don't like getting caught off guard like that. Don't like that people who don't know us will get to -"

"Yeah."

"And I don't want to fuck things up for you. Like your job or -"

"Everyone at work already knew. And those who didn't met you last week. Most people are barely on the internet there, I'm not stressed. " you say, sliding your hands to rest on his shoulders as he nods, brow furrowed in thought.

"'s gonna be intense for a bit. Might be good to hop on a call with Jeff and Sadie, see what boundaries we can set, control what we can control."

"Yeah, that'd be good," you say, your mind whirling as the reality of the situation sets in, photos of you kissing your boyfriend splashed all over the internet. Christ.

"Hey," he says gently. "Talk to me?"

"Sorry," you say, shaking your head. "I'm good. Just - it's a lot. It's definitely gonna be weird, nothing I can't adjust to but still just. Bizarre."

"Yeah." he says, his hand coming up rest at the back of your neck. "You look really fit in the photos if that helps."

You laugh, watching as the smile grows across his face, his thumb catching on your jawline.

"It does, thanks." you say, smiling back at him.

"'m really sorry this can't be easier. Being with me -"

"Shut up." you say, surprising a laugh out of him. "Please. This is nothing. Easy to ignore at the end of the day. All that matters to me is you."

"Same here," he says, taking a deep breath, lips twitching up. "All that matters to me is me."

"You're so stupid, I knew you were gonna say that -" you say, laughing as you slap him on the chest, trying to twist out of his hold but he pulls you back in.

"'s you, 's you. You know 's you darling, come here." he murmurs, smiling when you press your lips to his, gripping your neck a bit tighter as he kisses you back. You know you have to call back his team, figure out some logistics but that can wait. All you want is right here.

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so yes, the photos get published, the fans freak out. lots claiming they always always knew, many spending their time trying to piece together the relationship timeline, no one connecting it back to erin thankfully. it helps that she is busy with her new billionaire boyfriend, (you almost clicked on their architectural digest tour the other day before deciding against it). but you both really ignore it all, keep going about your lives, nothing really changes because you don't let it. you both still want to keep your relationship out of the public eye as much as you can, it doesn't stop fans or paps from taking your picture when you're out together but its easy to ignore it, just focus on each other, ignore the noise and the crazy corners of the internet.

he rarely talks about you in interviews, confirming you're together, maybe a brief mention or two of his girlfriend but refusing to go beyond that. it's only in his zane lowe interview in late 2024 that he goes into a little more detail when describing his inspiration for his new album, but at that point he's calling you something entirely different :) :) :)

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#didnt edit this one single bit do not judge me #something old #anon pls let me know what you think its allll 4 u baby #writers block been kicking my butt but this helped ! #i missed them <3

[29daffodils]

Writing Pattern Tag Game

Rules: List the first line of your last 10 posted fics and see if there’s a pattern.

(saw this on the TL, thought i should do it since i probably won't get to do it otherwise lol, so here we go)

1. i'll keep you close to me

Ray Pakorn is a rumour flying on the summer wind.

ship : sand/ray, only friends

2. here i stay, pray

It's a song Ray doesn't know. But it doesn't matter.

ship : sand/ray, only friends

3. secrets i have held in my heart

The sudden flash of want that zips down his spine upon hearing that quietly curls up and sits low in his belly as his eyes fall upon Sand's face, and that is the first time the thought creeps in.

ship : ray/sand, ony friends

note : the actual first line is a direct quote from sand in OFTS ep. 12, so. not counting that.

4. i dreamt of you last night

Amidst the pitter-patter of an unsurprisingly wet London afternoon, a pigeon outside his office window coos.

ship : yohan/moogyeong, the shape of your love (manhwa, park nodeok)

5. take my whole life too

In the aftermath of it all, when Katsuki wakes up in the hospital, groggy with painkillers and various other drugs, he oddly still feels his right arm.

ship : katsuki/izuku, boku no hero academia

6. i'm feelin' heat in december (when you're 'round me)

This is the scene Aoyama walks in on when he is the last one to come out of the showers : The Urawa Reds Football Club is gathered in their locker room and the boys are on cloud nine — they have won the first game of the season and it's a very good start too.

ship : zaizen/aoyama, keppeki danshi! aoyama-kun

7. we'll meet in the spring

Moogyeong is forty-nine, pushing fifty, and is seated alone in a cafe with a cup of coffee that has long gone cold.

ship : yohan/moogyeong, the shape of your love (manhwa, park nodeok)

8. and the world sang along to it falling apart

“Sir, we are here.”

ship : yohan/moogyeong, the shape of your love (manhwa, park nodeok)

9. just me and the stars can get lonely

There is a moon in the sky tonight, round and hanging low, bright like the bottom of a firefly, casting a soft glow on a sleeping town while Yohan sits awake and misses love.

ship : yohan/moogyeong, the shape of your love (manhwa, park nodeok)

10. all my love to give

“I do,” Yohan’s voice echoes within the walls of the packed church.

ship : yohan/moogyeong, the shape of your love (manhwa, park nodeok)

pattern :

huh. okay, i have thought actually, for a long time, that there's some pattern alright but never gave it that much importance. i think it's mostly something that lands the reader right in the middle of the story? or at least like, bait, yanno? i don't like starting with too much descriptive text, that i am aware of. so it's mostly either dialogue or something that hints directly to the story so that the reader won't be bored to death before they even begin reading.

at least that's my usual thought process when i sit down to write. huhhhh.

I'm also very surprised i've written 41 fics till now. that's not a lot, but at some point when it was just 11 fics, i was wondering if i will ever write more. guess i did. this is also your sign to not quit your art!!! keep going!! fighting!!

(p.s. : I'm much happier with my writing now than i was when it was 11 fics, or even 20, or 30.)

tagging ;

@skyfish7 @justfionn @peachym00 @ae-azile @thisautistic @goodbyeapathy8 @fawndlyvenus @semantics-error

(feel free to ignore this!)

(these are also the few people who i know have an ao3 for writing, apologies if you actually don't write and i got confused lol)

#tag game #my posts #sandray #raysand #yohan x moogyeong #aoyama x zaizen #bakudeku #only friends the series #ofts #boku no hero academia #bnha #너의 사랑에 대하여 #keppeki danshi! aoyama-kun #keppeki danshi! aoyama kun #source : 29daffodils

[runaway-wife-syndrome]

Chapter 1

I hear him ignoring our toddler. I'm in the bathtub, where I go to escape every night at 5pm. It's the routine.

Today, we got into an argument over text. That used to be a daily occurrence, but it's rare now. I've given up on expressing my feelings. I've taken to only caring about myself.

February. I finish this coding boot camp in February and I'll be able to be financially dependent and get him out of here.

He slapped me in the face last weekend, after we had a house party with some friends. He says it's because he got too drunk. He's done it sober too. Regardless, there is no excuse.

At this point, I don't bring up how I feel mostly out of fear. It always escalates to that point now- to the point of physical abuse. I don't want my daughter to see it, that is my first and utmost priority. I also fear for my life. I have to come up for a plan for when I do finally kick him out. Do I have the cops here? Do I buy locks for all the windows? Do I change all the door knobs? Do I get a restraining order? I probably should.

I am busting my ass to finish these assignments. They want two a week...I'm pushing for four at a minimum. He's already told me he doesn't think I should get a job after I finish. I am hoping I find something that allows me to work remotely.

He's got music playing. The toddler is sick, I have had the humidifier going in there all day. All he has to do is watch her while I waste away in the bathtub. You'd think he would be able to tell, he'd be able to see how far gone I am, how close I am to losing it. I said to him today, over text, you're just not listening.

Anything I say, he just immediately gets defensive. It goes back to "Well remember ten years ago when you did that thing that hurt MY feelings? And I'm suddenly not allowed to hurt yours?" He can't just say sorry. He can't take accountability, he won't admit, "Yeah you're right, that was a fucked up thing of me to do," or "I haven't been the best partner lately."

I have been forcing myself to keep up with self-care and motherhood as a form of escapism. Skin care, nails, diet, excersise. I'm obese, but down 8 pounds since I've given up on fighting for this relationship. That was only a week ago. When he slapped me. For the last fucking time.

Amazing what happens when you cut off the dead weight in your life.

"Why haven't you left already?"

Well, because it simply isn't that easy. Financially, he's it. I'm a stay at home mom, he works. Luckily I signed up for this program in August and I'll be able to support myself once I graduate in February. That's only three months from now. That gives me time to formulate my escape route. The house is mine, it's family owned. Getting him out is the issue. I also genuinely do fear the anger I will face once I can really, truly get him out of here.

Oh yes, I've tried. I've kicked him out countless times. He won't leave. We had a motorhome, he wouldn't even go sleep in that even to give us both a break from the constant tension. I got rid of the motorhome recently, so I'm sort of out of luck there. Not that he'd stay in it anyway.

My plan for now is to just continue as I am. Walking on not only eggshells, but shards of glass until I'm able to support myself. The littlest things set this man off. I just stay silent. I keep the house clean, do my homework, do the laundry, do the childcare, do my job at her preschool as a classroom helper. I am so utterly exhausted. There is not much more that I can take.

I said to him today, "Will you ever do what I've been begging you for for eleven years? Why am I letting myself endure this?" And he had nothing to say. It's all my fault in his eyes. Not the fact that he's pushed me to this point.

At night, I fall asleep fantasizing that I'm sleeping by myself. In my own house, in my own bed. No man beside me. I never want to be in a relationship again.

I also fantasize that I live in a gated community, with security cameras and a safe room. I fantasize that I am safe from him. That I don't have to live in fear anymore. Someday, I won't have to jump out of my skin when he slams a door open or closed. Or worry about what damage he's doing to my belongings when he's throwing them across the house.

From the bathtub, I hear him clanking around dishes in the kitchen. I am not naive enough to believe he is cleaning. No, he's making himself some food because I finally stopped catering for him. He will leave me the dishes to do once I get out of here.

I tried not doing the dishes once. Let them pile up until there were none left in the house. He didn't touch them. He started washing one dish at a time. A single bowl and spoon if he wanted cereal- that was it.

I decided my child deserves a clean house more than I deserve a partner who helps out, so I surrendered that battle.

But I will win the war.

I am certain a fight is coming once I get out of the tub. After the text argument we had today, it's imminent. I just want to get out, clean the kitchen, and go to bed. The smell of ground beef wafts into the bathroom. Yep, he made some food. I'll be doing dishes.

I've been dealing with a sick toddler all day. She didn't sleep last night, she's been grumpy and had several tantrums today, but I still managed to get two assignments done. I didn't get much cleaning done. I was hoping the house wouldn't be completely trashed after my bath but as usual that was wishful thinking.

He wasn't always like this. Or maybe he was, but he hid it shockingly well. He was physically abusive to me when we were teenagers, but I guess I thought he'd just grow out of that. I should've left as soon as I started seeing signs, but I didn't.

The only positive thing I've gotten out of this relationship is my daughter.

The positives he's gotten? A house with no rent, a job, a beautiful child, a live in maid, free laundry service, free childcare, you name it he's got it. I take care of his budgeting, his bills, his grocery shopping. That man doesn't have to do anything other than go to work. He has one chore: take the garbage cans to the curb on Friday mornings. Half the time, he "forgets" to do that so I end up doing that too. Oh, and close the gate when he leaves for work. He doesn't do that either. Then I get in trouble by my grandma, who owns this house and lives across the street from us and gets really agitated when the gate is left open.

I wrote his resume for this job after he got fired from his last one, which I also got for him. I coached him for his interview. I filled out and certified his benefits for unemployment when he was fired. I applied for each job he interviewed for. I did his cover letters, answered follow up emails, et cetera. I truly do not know where he'd be without me. He'd honestly probably just have found someone as gullible as I was to do it all for him as well.

He calls in sick often too. Then my day gets ruined, because I don't want him here. The house ends up a complete disaster, I have to be silent, I can't even exist. This is also the reason he was fired from his previous job, and I'd like to prevent that from happening again. So, we fight every time he calls in.

He's a grown ass adult with a family. You'd think by now he'd have some semblance of responsibility. But I think he just sees us as a burden.

I get out of the bathtub finally. The toddler is off to bed, after a kiss and a dose of Tylenol. The TV is paused on whatever video game he was playing while he wasn't paying attention to our child, and the kitchen is a disaster as I predicted.

I wonder if he'll realize what he's losing when I am gone. Or if it'll be like a huge weight has been lifted from his shoulders. I turn on my computer. I fill a bowl with ice cream, and top it off with blackberries. I am not doing the dishes tonight. Tonight, I am not cleaning his mess. I can pretend I am my own person, just for one night. For one night, the kitchen can stay a mess.

I do this, every so often. I tell people I get up at five sometimes so that I can have coffee early, or exercise before the toddler wakes up, which is sometimes true. But mostly it's to do the dishes I left from the night before. To clean up whatever mess he left me. So that my child can wake up to a clean house, with breakfast ready. That is, if he doesn't call in sick.

The door slams open. God, here he comes. The fight is coming, I'm doomed. Please just leave me alone. Play your video games and ignore me. Sit outside and smoke weed and ignore me. Please. I can't hear another "shut up bitch" or "fuck you". The images of him flipping me off with hatred in his eyes are burned into my mind. I can't believe how much I loved this man. Still would, if he wasn't like this.

I don't think I love him anymore, because I don't cry. I used to. For days. Until my eyes were so swollen I couldn't see. Now, I try to and I can't. I'll shed a few tears, maybe. I know my feelings are hurt. I know that I have been a sobbing mess on the floor over this same old shit, 100 times before. But I guess you can only cry over the same exact hurt so many times, before your brain decides to stop allowing you to feel it so intensely. He definitely doesn't cry.

His video game unpauses. I guess he isn't coming after me yet. Or he's giving me the silent treatment, which used to pierce me to my core. He knows that, that's why he does it. Now it's just a relief. I guess he hasn't caught on to that yet. Once I stop caring about things, he finds other ways to hurt me. I've never stopped caring like this, though. I've never been so apathetic. I truly do not care what this man does anymore. Good luck hurting me now. Oh, you're giving me the silent treatment? Oh gosh, I'm simply devastated. Now I'll have to sit in my bedroom with my cats, eating ice cream and playing my own video games, free from your abuse. Poor me! I'll act extra sad, he'll be ecstatic.

If someone shows you who they are early on in a relationship, believe them. If you take nothing else from this, just remember those words. I can't say I regret all of it because without it I wouldn't have my child, but I wish I'd had her with someone who gave a single shit about me. Believe red flags. Be picky. Don't settle. You'll probably get slut shamed, but at least you won't be getting hit or be called a bitch every time you say "Hey, you hurt my feelings." At least you won't be trapped with no escape.

That's another one. If you're a stay at home parent, have a getaway plan. I have tried, and nothing has worked. I tried telling my mom, once. I sent her photos of the bruises. She said, "all men are like that after they have babies." I never spoke to her about it again. This was also all happening prior to babies, but she was correct that abuse tends to worsen after children. She was incredibly off the mark with her comment, and I now know where I stand as a person in her eyes. She would never take me or my daughter in.

My dad is a drunk living in a motorhome, you do the math for that one. He also loves my boyfriend. Most people do. He's very good at being fake around others. Puts on a great show.

Other family? Not a chance.

I have one best friend who said she would help me if she could, but she's in a studio apartment with her boyfriend. No room for me plus a kid.

Long story short, I'm trapped. Don't let yourself get there. Don't be like me. If you can get out, do it.

The door slams open again. I jump. It doesn't phase him. He isn't even the least bit concerned that his presence terrifies me.

He's going to bed, he says. That means I can either get out of the room or go to bed too. I live on his time. I decide to go ahead and go to sleep, since I'm getting up early tomorrow. I get up to make sure all the cats are inside, and make sure all the doors are locked. All things he could've done if he had wanted to. I glance at the dishes. Still piled up next to the sink.

I go to sleep.

#novel #chapter #story #writing

[jellyfishright]

At A Distance, Spring Is Green -BL Version (Yeo Jun x Nam Soo Hyun)-Chapter 8 :You and I can't be friends

Nam Soo Hyun was up by 6 the next day. Contrary to Yeo Jun's advice, he'd not had a restful night. In fact, he had restlessly drifted in and out of sleep. Whenever he was awake, he was that much more conscious of where he was and whose money had paid for it. He  wasn't ok with it. He didn't want to owe anyone anything, most of all Yeo Jun.

Koo Hyun had already taken that watch from him and paid for his Gosiwon, now he'd footed the bill for his hospital stay. The frustration for that golden haired guy was mounting.

Yeo Jun's words carouseled in his head. Why couldn't he just leave him alone? He was sure he had enough people to entertain him if he was bored. What exactly was his interest in him? What did he have to prove?

And so passed the night.

"Sir I would recommend that you stay another night. Your room has already been covered." The attendant advised as Soo Hyun got dressed.

This advice only deepened his frown. He wouldn't stay another minute if he didn't have to. The longer he stayed, the more indebted he would be--- he couldn't afford it.

After getting dressed Soo Hyun retrieved his things and left, immediately he began to look for job postings online.

It was 8 am. when Yeo Jun arrived at the hospital. He usually hated waking up early for anything if he didn't have to but he wanted to get there as soon as possible.

He'd spent a good few hours after he'd left the hospital doing research about what kinds of food were good to help people recover from malnutrition. 

Now, as he walked to Soo Hyun's room, he was laden with two bags, one in each hand, he couldn't help but smile. He couldn't wait to see the look on his face. Just thinking about it made him excited.

When Yeo Jun slid the door open, his face fell immediately---Empty. Soo Hyun was gone. Why was he gone? He was sure he'd more than paid for his stay. He was also sure that he wasn't strong enough to be outside.

Jun frowned as he imagined the stubborn person who'd tried to take the IV out of his hand just a few hours before. Retrieving his phone, he dialled Soo Hyun's number. No answer.

No.

No.

No.

All day...every site he had visited, that was their answer in various forms and so, late in the evening, he was tired and jobless.

As he sat outside, he dialled his mother.

"Hey Mom. It's the weekend are you well? I sent some money to uncle."

[I'm doing alright. How are you?]

"I'm fine." Soo Hyun replied.In the next breath, he said " Don't worry about Koo Hyun's rent at the Gosiwon. I'll take care of it."

[Thank you son]

Soo Hyun nodded.

"Mom. What if I dropped out of school?"

[Are you having trouble?] His mother sounded concerned.

"No.It's not like that."

[You shouldn't take too much on to yourself.] His mother advised.

"I know mother. I won't."

[Good boy.]

"I'll call again soon." Soo Hyun hung up with his mother.

The next Day

25 Times

That's exactly how many times Yeo Jun had called Soo Hyun in total, all unanswered.

Though he knew how Soo Hyun could be, there was also a part of him that was slightly worried about him. He'd discharged himself from the hospital prematurely. What if he was passed out somewhere? He didn't have his brother's number. He didn't know where he lived either so all he could do was wait.

He hated waiting.

Since his calls weren't working, he decided to text Soo Hyun as he walked to class.

[You're not passed out on the street are you? Get some rest at home] 

Jun had just pressed send when that familiar figure walked by him in the hall, heading into the classroom just ahead of him.

He shook his head. "Nam Soo Hyun. Seriously. What if you pass out again?" he said to himself. So stubborn.

For the duration of class, Soo Hyun ignored Yeo Jun and all he could do, was stare at the back of his head like he usually did.

The moment class ended, he hastily grabbed his things and darted through the door. He wouldn't allow him to get away this time.

"You really don't listen do you?" he asked Soo Hyun as he fell in step beside him.

"I can't believe you paid for a week's worth in advance." Soo Hyun replied as he kept walking. "As if I can spend a week lying down."

"What's wrong with using me to take it easy for a week?" Jun asked. "Others are fine spending my gold card."

Soo Hyun had nothing to say to that.

"Anyway. Take this." Yeo Jun offered him some documents. "These are the documents I promised you."

Soo Hyun finally stopped walking  as he looked at the item that was being handed to him.

He accepted it, simultaneously reaching inside his jacket for an envelope which he handed to Yeo Jun. "Here."

"What's this?" Jun asked, looking inside. "Did we agree on payment?" he looked at Soo Hyun after realizing there was money inside the envelope.

"It's what I owe you."

Yeo Jun looked at him in surprise "Did you work all night in the state you're in?" Soo Hyun didn't respond. "You got the money this fast? Did you take out a loan?"

Soo Hyun shook his head and walked on "Loans are not issued to people like me."

"Did you go to a loan shark then?" Jun caught up to him again "Will you be buried alive if you don't pay it back?"

"That's enough." Soo Hyun was annoyed.

"Then...It was so I wouldn't have a reason to be clingy." Jun theorized. He looked at Soo Hyun "Did you sell your organs?" He grabbed Soo Hyun's jacket to inspect him "Let me see if you still have them all." Soo Hyun ignored him "Why won't you look at me? Don't tell me you sold an eye."

"Six days' worth of hospital stay was cancelled on your credit card.You can check." Soo Hyun stated. "I now owe you nothing."

"But you do--"

"What?" Soo Hyun retrieved the notebook he'd used to calculate the figures to do a review. He was sure he wasn't wrong. "I gave the watch a second hand price. " He said as he went over his figures. "But tell me the price if it had sentimental value.I didn't know of that."

Yeo Jun looked at him. "You owe me emotionally." Soo Hyun wasn't expecting a response like this "How will you pay me back for trampling on my heartfelt generosity?"

"That was the price for being clingy." Soo Hyun replied before walking away.

"You still won't get rid of me though!" Yeo Jun shouted after him as he left. "Don't get cocky! You'll soon miss me! You'll want to see me!"

Soo Hyun didn't spare him a backward glance. Why did he have to be like that?

The remainder of Jun's day passed uneventfully, nothing out of the ordinary for Yeo Jun.He was used to being stared at and followed around, same old, same old.

He was on his way home when he got a call from Gung-Ho asking him to meet him at a bar.He was not going to go since they'd had a disagreement regarding the group project just a few hours before.In end he decided to go, for one reason -- Nam Soo Hyun.

The drunk trio was sitting at the bar when Yeo Jun arrived.

"I'm sorry. I'll pay for their bill and take them home." Jun addressed the dark haired woman behind the counter.

"Why would you pay for their drinks?" she asked casually

"Sorry?"

"I'll wake them up and deal with it. You can go home." she replied. "Aren't you Yeo Jun in first year?"

"Yes." he confirmed. "Do you go to my school?"

She nodded. "I'm Wang Yon-Ran, a senior in PE Major." She paused before she spoke again. "Are you and Soo Hyun close?"

"No.We're not close." Jun replied. "I want to befriend him but its hard."

"Ahh. I just wanted to ask you if you've heard from him.Soo Hyun and I are friends but I can't reach him."

Jun was surprised. "You're Soo Hyun's friend?" This revelation made him a little too excited "What did you do to become his friend?"

"He wants to cut me off whenever I try to do anything." Yon-Ran  replied.

Jun let out a heavy breath and pouted. "He's a difficult one. But if I don't do anything, he'll never even glance at me."

"Right?" Yon-Ran understood his plight. "If I were asked to write one line on my resume, it would be 'Nam Soo Hyun's only friend'. Nothing else." she smiled

"Then I'll be Nam Soo Hyun's friend who he adores like his little brother.That's what I'll be" Jun replied. That was a good place to start atleast.

Yon-Ran looked at Yeo Jun. "Good luck."

Yeo Jun smiled at her. He would need luck and then some.

After spending a few minutes with Yon-Ran, Jun pulled the three to their feet, looped their arms over each other's shoulders and guided them out the door like sheep.

"Hey. Let's go for another drink." Gung-Ho suggested as  they wobbled on to the sidewalk.

Chun-Guk's backpack slipped from his shoulder but he was too wasted to care so he kept walking.

Yeo Jun stooped to pick up the bag when he noticed something familiar.

Reaching in, he retrieved the book.

"This belongs to Soo Hyun" he quickly recognized the book he'd seen in Soo Hyun's possession earlier. Not spending time to wonder how or why these three had it, he quickly stashed it in his own book bag.

He was just about to hand Chun-Guk's bag back to him when his phone rang.

Nam Soo-Hyun.

"Did you dial my number by mistake?" Jun answered

[Do you want to have dinner?] Soo Hyun asked

"Sorry? What?" Jun wasn't sure he'd heard right.

[Do you want to have dinner?] Soo Hyun repeated.He could hardly believe his ears. [I'll send you the location.] Soo Hyun told him before hanging up.

Jun immediately darted off, running as fast as his legs could take him, his heart feeling feather-light.

He had finally gotten through to him. The barrier between them was finally broken.

As he journeyed, he thought about their relationship to date. All the words that had been said between them.Soo Hyun had tried to keep him at arm's length. He had tried to keep him on the other side but Yeo Jun was curious. Nam Soo Hyun had sparked a kind of curiosity that he couldn't escape and he wanted to cross the line.

When Yeo Jun arrived at the restaurant he was ushered to a table. He looked around but Soo Hyun was nowhere in sight.

He was about to call him when someone approached his table and put a plate down.

Raising his eyes he saw those emotionless eyes sitting under that straight bang.

"What is this?"Yeo Jun was confused.

"I already paid for it" Soo Hyun, in his waiter uniform replied. "Eat up."

"So you were asking if I wanted to have dinner alone and not with you?"

Before Soo Hyun could respond, another table called his attention. He immediately left Yeo Jun's side.

Yeo Jun watched him go, feeling a little complicated.

He looked at the plate Soo Hyun brought but his appetite was gone. This was not what he'd expected when he'd gotten that call.

Rather than eating, he watched as Nam Soo Hyun worked, bustling from table to table, putting up with complaining customers. The more he watched, the more he hated the dish sitting in front of him that had long gone cold.

He got up and was about to leave when Soo Hyun passed his table.

"Wait for me." he told him.

Yeo Jun nodded and walked outside into the cool night air.

As he sat on the bench outside, he thought of Nam Soo Hyun. He really was a strange person.

"Did I keep you waiting long?" Soo Hyun asked when he finally appeared. Yeo Jun shifted on the bench. "Don't come closer. I smell like food."

"Why did you call me here?" Jun finally got to ask the question that had been plaguing him all night. "I think I know why, but I want to make sure."

"How was the food? Did you like it?"

"Don't act all sweet." Jun replied. "Why did you call me here?"

"So I could buy you dinner ok."

"Did you want me to understand why you're such a jerk to me?" 

Soo Hyun turned to him.

"Whenever I open my wallet, it reminds me of yours. When I see your place, I think of mine.I feel like I could walk out of my job and go for drinks or just chill at a cafe somewhere.I think to myself, 'it seems so easy so why can't I do  that?' You see,I'm fine with not being able to do stuff like that. But I think of my brother whenever I see you and it hurts me."

"You could have kept it short." Yeo Jun finally spoke after hearing Soo Hyun's words. "You're basically saying you can't stand to seeing me around." He stood up. "Don't be curious about me or try to befriend me." He repeated the words Soo Hyun had said "Did you call me here so I'd just get lost?"

Soo Hyun stood and faced him "Yes. So you would see my situation and come to your senses."

Jun couldn't believe his ears. "I had no idea. I was so excited on my way here like an idiot." His feelings were hurt. "Why not pick a better place if you wanted me to experience what it's like to be poor?This place is too boring." He sighed. "Did you have to work this hard to pay me back?"

"I gave up my place." Soo Hyun informed him.

"Oh. You did? Just to pay me back? So I'd leave you alone and get lost?"

Soo Hyun retrieved something and extended it to Yeo Jun. "Here. This is what I make in a day.It's less than what your dinner costs."

Jun looked at the item and his angry tears pricked his eyes.

"So what?" he shoved Soo Hyun's hand away from him.

"When I pestered my dad in tears to buy me a game console and asked him why my family was so poor, he didn't say anything. Then he quietly showed me how much our total debt was , his salary, our living expenses and the cost of raising me.He thought that was a faster way to make me understand." He looked Jun in the eyes. "You and I can't be friends. There's no need for us to be friends."

"I heard you loud and clear." Jun replied. "You always mean what you say.I prefer this than being left with hope.Thanks for the expensive dinner." Without another word and before the first tear actually fell, he left.

As he watched Yeo Jun leave, Soo Hyun gripped the envelope in frustration.This is what he had decided to do. No matter how he actually felt, this was what was best. He and Yeo Jun were from two different worlds and there was no bridge for that gap.

He would just forget about this person who was curious about him. This person, who for the first time,had made him curious about someone else.

#at a distance spring is green #yeo jun x nam soo hyun #yeo jun #nam soohyun x yeo jun #nam soo hyun #fanfiction #fanfic #fiction #boy love #bl series #boys love

[helianskies]

things i wish i had communicated, in one way or another, or what i wish i could say now:

you've started to value a boyfriend of 4 months over our friendship of 4 years to the point where we're on holiday but when we get back to the hotel, all you want to do is speak to him, and not me. i know you should speak with him, of course. i don't want you to ignore him. but i also don't want to stop existing the moment he's in view. i have no one else that i'm this close to. you are my best friend. and if i never let you know how important that made you, i'm sorry. but i am also so tired of this, and would truly rather endure the loneliness than the invisibility i've dealt with for 4 months. just because i could afford to go to Paris, and he couldn't.

i don't hate you, i'm just jealous of you. in years to come, i'll learn that there isn't anything to be jealous of, really. but you are cool, and i am not, and that makes me mad. i've never been that hateful towards someone i barely know. i just wish i could have controlled myself more, because even so many years on, i'm haunted by that one moment.

you two mean so much to me and you put yourselves out there. you can be so confident. you both love to sing. did you know i was in a choir too? that i sing too? that i love to sing too? that maybe, after spending an hour rehearsing a song with you in a language we barely knew before you said, actually, i think i can perform it alone, i feel that's a part of me i won't share with you again? and that when, 3.5 years later when you hear me quietly singing at a bar on the coast of Palermo, you say, you have such a great voice, you should sing more, that it doesn't kill me a little bit inside?

you annoy me so much. you do. so much about you and your family drives me insane. we have known each other for nearly twenty years and i'm amazed it's lasted. but i know i'm the issue. because i don't text, or call, or reply in the group chat. because i don't want to. i am never in the mood to. i love you in microdoses. and i am amazed you're still here. i'm amazed you haven't walked, because i know i would've done so by now. but even so, i still won't text because i love you in microdoses, remember? and i am still trying to recover from the last time.

i've said it so many times as an adult. i just wish i had the courage at fifteen to tell you what i think of you. maybe you would listen then. maybe you would understand. maybe it wouldn't take 8 years for you to finally understand what you threw away, and won't get back.

i miss you. i hope you're well. i hope you survived university. i went too, in the end. i miss talking to you. you helped me get through a tough two years and i just hope karma treated you well in turn.

i should have set some boundaries. i should have drawn some lines. there are things you've told me that i want to be able to forget. but i also want to know why you thought it was okay to tell me these things without checking if i was okay with it. if i wanted to know, or cared enough to know. because i didn't. and i still don't. and i can't forget them.

you've never seemed to like me. i don't know why. i mean, i know i've done a few things that annoy you, but you always seem so angry with me and you never confront it, or me. you just stay angry. being around you makes me feel so sick and anxious, i shut myself in my room for over 24 hours and don't come out because it is just you and me in the flat one weekend, and i am scared of facing you. and even when we cross paths in the years that follow, i still feel worried. you scare me. i will always feel sorry for the version of me that put up with you.

thank you for trying to understand me. it hasn't worked, and i think you have forgotten our talks over tea. but you've tried, and no one else has done that yet.

i hope you've been able to manage your trauma and start healing. and i'm sorry i didn't know how to help you back then. you're a good person.

i forget we were ever friends. i don't like that much. but i also have so few good memories of us that i wonder why i put up with it for as long as i did. i wonder if you still dance. i wonder if your parents ever realised the damage they did to you. and i hope you're happier now than you were as a teenager.

#because i am historically a bad communicator #and rarely know how to say something to someone's face #there were many more but this wore me out so #helia rants #helia's stuff #that's a lot of people . . .

[daisyachain]

Blue Flag is a life-changing manga but I can’t put into words just yet the difference between a well-executed slice of life manga with queer themes and Blue Flag. Technically it is just a solid manga that has a few wobbles and a few ambiguous or questionable bits that still manages to stick the landing. Technically it follows one of the more tired queer tropes, the unlucky best friend. Technically it has a few unfortunate implications here and there and relies too much on the reader to fill in the blanks.

However.

It is a story that turns your brains to scrambled egg and upends your life and crystallizes everything about your childhood that was good and everything about it that has held you back. It is A Portrait of the Reader as a Twelfth Grader. It is a slice of life that takes the genre to its logical extreme where it actually does portray the lives of people who could be you with sensitivity and pinpoint accuracy instead of showing the shallow, fluffy school life that people might wish they had. Blue Flag is what would have happened if you had sorted your life out in high school and it’s also why you didn't.

#ao no flag #blue flag #since i read blue flag my life has never known peace. #if you too are a twenty-something with a job and an RRSP and a void where your glorious youth should be then read it #but also if you're a first-year uni student with dyed hair and a backpack covered in buttons. #and also if you're ignoring your 8 AMs to text your friends. and also if you're a teenage wallflower finding your identity via bad fanfic #if ever you've been a Normal Kid in a Normal School living a Boring Life and going home as soon as you can...this book is for you

[darkwaveho]

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College Au

Summary: All you wanted was to eat breakfast in peace the universe had other plans for you.

parings: Stoner!Wanda Maximoff x reader, Kate Bishop x reader (platonic)

warnings: 18+, Jealousy, cursing, Drug mention, sexual innuendos, harassment, food porn?? or food play idk I’ll just put both just to be safe dkskdjs

Happy Earth Day! enjoy more of Stoner Wanda 😌😮‍💨

part 1  part 3

You spent the rest of the morning avoiding Kate’s text messages after she dragged you to that hell hole Aka where Wanda Maximoff resides, after your 8 am class you settled on sitting in the lounge going over your notes. even now it seemed like nobody would shut up about Tony's party tonight. Maybe you’re just cranky for being forced to get up at the ass crack of dawn for Kate. You barely went to parties maybe that's why Kate was pushing you to go to this one. You just weren't in the mood to party or be around that environment. Tony's party is on another level from any regular college party you would have to mentally prepare for it. you're brought out of your thoughts at the sudden movement of a body sitting next to you brushing your shoulder in the process. you turn to the figure that interrupted your thoughts just to be met with the person you were trying so hard to avoid.

"Kate, I'm not in the mood, okay? the answer is still no"

"Oh, come on why won't you just go with me, pleaseee?"

"Why do you want me to go so badly?"

"For one you've been too focused on schoolwork, and I just want to have fun with my friend at a stark party. come onnn we can get wasted together ya know for memories and stuff" you said you wouldn’t fall victim to her adorable puppy eyes, but it looks like you’re losing this battle

you roll your eyes "I'll think about it"

"Well, that's a step forward from a flat out no"

"Thats all you get for now, take it or leave it"

"I'll take it!" she leaps forward locking you in a tight bear hug, seriously what was so special about this party? "I have to get to class but I'll see you later?" she stands from the chair and gathers her bag. waiting for your reply

"Maybe, maybe not"

"You're very difficult you know that?"

you shrug in return, and gather you own things after a while. You skipped a proper breakfast this morning so head to the coffee shop for your favorite pastry. you were also supposed to meet someone here why not settle in early. before you can grab the door handle you feel a hand on your arm. what was with people today and touching you? only this time the hand that touched you made you want to forget about the muffin and starve a little longer until you got back to your dorm room.

"Good morning, beautiful" her eyes lowly hooded with a shade raging crimson. she must've had her morning smoke session and was in need of a snack. she circles you like a shark does its prey in the ocean, Standing between you and your destination. you don't greet her; you try and ultimately fail at maneuvering around her to finally get inside the coffee shop.

"You're not gonna speak to me? that's not very nice. I thought you had good manners" she pouts

"Hi" you keep the greeting short and dry "Now are you gonna move?"

She leans forward bringing her voice just above a whisper "We're gonna have to work on your manners baby, but I'll allow it this time”

You ignore the chills running down your spine caused by her calling you 'baby'. "Whatever" you move around her and before you can reach the door again, she beats you to it. smacking your hand away from the handle

“I got it, after you my love" she gives you a dopey smile and bites her lip as you stare at her for a moment and make you way through the door.

before you make it to the counter you notice the worker that normally serves you sending you a wide Colgate smile "Hey Y/n, you want your usual?" 

"Yes, please" you mirror the smile she sent you in greeting

"Oh, so you do have manners just not for me?" she startled you, why was she still near you? would she even be coming in here if she didn't see you at the door? you ignore her as you wait for your order. Finding the menu board more interesting than ever before.

Wanda's curious about you, about what you like, what you dislike. she wants to know you. "What's your usual?" she's met with silence. you turn to face her when she's already looking at you, her eyes never left you. “I said-” before Wanda gets the chance to finish, your name is being called by the barista as she’s holding your order up.

She’s waving her hand eagerly "Y/n, I got you all set " You swiftly move away from Wanda and what seemed like was heading to an intense moment. You’ll have to find a way to repay her for saving you.

"Thank you, Carmen" you give her a smile as you reach for your debit card. you're stopped by Wanda when she places her debit card on the counter instead. honestly, you’re surprised she even has a debit card she looks more like a cash only type of person.

"Put your card away baby, it’s my treat" she sends you a wink and turns back to the barista

"Don't worry about it, it's on the house" Carmen slides Wanda's card back across the counter and focuses on you not sparing Wanda a glance as she does the action.

She's never given you anything on the house before. what was so different today? "Really?" your shocked expression makes her giggle a bit

"Yeah, looks like you’re having a rough day” her eyes briefly land on Wanda. “I’m just trying to make it better" Wanda doesn't like this Carmen person. The way she’s talking to you, how she's looking at you, and how she barely could do her job, Carmen didn’t even ask Wanda about her order yet. she wonders if the person in charge of this place would like to hear about employees giving free things away.

"So does everyone get something on the house, or does it only apply to printcessa over here?" Wanda asks with a tilt of her head and narrowed eyes. she’s silently threating her with just one look. "I'll take a blueberry muffin, actually make that two, on the house of course" she gives the girl a smug look. Wanda thought it was only fair she got something free out of this as well if she couldn't pay for your food.

“Uh, yeah” Carmen moves to gather the muffins and places them inside a bag. while her back is turned, you pinch Wanda's shoulder.

"Ouch! what was that for?" Turning her body to face you while she rubs her shoulder

You give her a stern look like a mother would a troubled toddler "You're an asshole, why would you do that? she was just being nice”

"Yeah, being nice. Not flirting with coffee and free baked goods at all" she rolls her eyes. and you scuff grabbing your items off the counter and finding an empty table to sit at.

you have a small moment of peace as you eat your muffin and drink your coffee until the chair across from you is being scrapped across the floor. Wanda. “You know I wouldn’t mind if you pinched me again, preferably my nipples but I’m down for other places too” she wiggles her eyebrows at you. 

"Don't you have something better to do other than stalk me Maximoff?" she thinks for a moment. “Nope, and even if I did anything involving you would be much more interesting" 

she studies you for a moment, just the way you do small simple things like taking pieces of your muffin apart instead of just biting into it has her stomach filled with butterflies. she bites her lip and wait for you to stop chewing. “Let’s talk about you”

 “What about me?” you ask her before taking another sip of coffee

“Did you not eat breakfast this morning? You need to take better care of yourself” she bites into her blueberry muffin with frantic bites, and blueberry filling smeared on her cheek like a child. Did she always eat like this or was it just because of the high? “It seems like I’m not the only one that skipped a proper meal this morning” she replies back with her mouth full, and she had the nerve to talk about your manners? hypocrite.

“Aww you’re worried about me? how adorable, how about next time you come make me breakfast instead? I’m thinking a breakfast in bed type of thing, you of course would be naked, what do you think?” you narrow your eyes and watch with a look of disgust, was she always this horny and straightforward with every victim that falls to their knees for her? or was she only this way around you? it’s also not helping the sickness in your stomach with the way she’s shoving the baked good into her mouth.

"Do you always eat things this sloppy?" you nod your head in her direction

Wanda stops mid bite and deviously smirks at you

"Would you like to find out?" she giggles when you’re visibly caught off guard by another sexual charged comment. She thinks this is funny, was this a game to her? Wanda dips her head low to catch your eye "But to answer your question yes, if I'm hungry enough for it my only focus would be craving my hunger"

"My only focus would be on what I'm eating and completely devouring it, down to there’s nothing left"

"Like this muffin, it's my favorite and I love blueberries." she takes the last piece of the muffin and sticks her finger in the middle of it. she pops it into her mouth and chews the last piece.

"Would you like a taste?" holding her finger out in front of you. when you don't answer her, she brings her finger back up to her mouth and sucks the remaining blueberry filling from her finger while remaining eye contact with you. wanting to play with you some more she lets out a soft moan while releasing her index finger from her lips. you can't look away no matter how hard you try, the ache in between your legs grows stronger and stronger each second you spend staring at her. 

While you’re lost in thought Wanda takes the opportunity to lean forward “Open your mouth” she smirks finding enjoyment in the way you slightly part your lips for her, she’s not even sure you’re aware of what your body is doing on its own.

“There you are Y/n!” You finally get the will to look away from Wanda when your eyes land on the person you were waiting on.

You let out a breath of relief “About time Daisy, I thought you ditched me”

“Never, I got a little carried away in coding class, but it looks like you have company” she looks down at Wanda.

“Johnson”

“Maximoff”

Feeling some sort of tension, you start gathering your things breaking both of them out of the staring contest they found themselves in. no longer wanting to stay here you need to get fresh air dealing with Wanda was a lot to handle.

“Let’s just go to yours Daisy” The two of you exchange smiles for a moment, something was going on and Wanda was definitely getting to the bottom of it. she thinks of different ways she can get Daisy away from you if her intentions are to steal you away from her. Yes, you were Wanda’s even if you didn’t know it yet.

“I’m cool with that let me go to the restroom and we can go” you nod as she walks away. Wanda watches Daisy’s figure disappear around the corner to the restroom before she speaks again. clinching her jaw, you can tell she’s annoyed about Daisy.  “What’s that about?”

You know what she’s talking about, but you play dumb anyway, why is it any of her business who you were seen with? “What?”

Her voice rises in volume slightly the more you continue this conversation “You and Johnson”

“Not that it’s any of your business demon spawn but we’re hanging out” demon spawn? Wanda thought of herself as an angel, no one’s ever called her that before at least not to her face. Was she insulted by it? yes, but did it also turn her on? yes. she loves how you’re not afraid to speak your mind when it comes to her. part of her mind goes to having the pleasure of taming you and your mouth when she finally gets you to her bed.

“Is that all she’s doing?” She grips the table with so much force the veins in her hands are on the verge of breaking through her skin. You give her a questioning look as you notice her hands; she follows your gaze and relaxes her hold on the marble table. when it’s clear you won’t answer her question, she tries to steer the conversation back to a lighter mood.

"I enjoyed our breakfast date, maybe we can get dinner next time" you don’t reply, and you wonder what’s taking Daisy so long turning your head toward the restroom door, before you can move any further away from the table Wanda grabs your hand. When did she get closer to you and how did you not hear her? She grabs her muffin bag and holds it out to you.

“Here take it, I have a feeling you’ll really like it” She smiles while you only stare at her outreached hand holding the bag, until her patience runs thin. with her free hand pulling you closer to her with much force you didn’t know she possessed.

“I said take. the. muffin. detka.” you grab the bag and start retreating away from her before she grabs you again. Her voice lowers a few octaves, while looking at you intensely. “No goodbye kiss?” The way she could be so demanding and dominant and then switch to being soft and bubbly scared you. In that moment you thank the heavens for Daisy finally returning, you don’t know what Wanda would’ve done after you rejected her and you don’t want to find out. “Bye, Maximoff” you remove your hand from her iron grip and make a bee line for Daisy and the front door.

As you exit the coffee shop all Wanda can think about is how she loved the effect she had on you and all she did was eat a muffin. the number of things and ideas that pop up in her head about what she wants to do to you, how she wants to play with you, how she wants you making cute uncontrollable noises under her, and because of her; has her internally leaping with excitement.

"I'll see you tonight, Y/n"

#Stoner!WandaMaximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x femreader #Favors Au #darkwaveho #dark!wanda maximoff #kate bishop x reader

[vendettaparker]

What a Dumbass [P.P]

Summary: Peter’s mistake leads to you being injured. 

Pairing: Peter Parker x Avenger!Reader

Word Count: 2.1K

Warnings: Swearing, like a substantial amount, suggestive content kinda, gun shot wound, and flustered!Peter 

a/n: I really liked writing this. I couldn’t stop laughing at some of the dialogue. and the mistake peter made to cause the whole set-up of the story is so funny to me. like i can legit see him making this mistake. also, i’m gonna make a permanent tag list, so please send me an ask or message me if you want to be on it! <3

        ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

     Peter Benjamin Parker is a fucking dumbass. All the time mostly. Most of the time his dumbassery leads to a lot of annoyed avengers, a lot of clean up, and a lot of spilled secrets. Hence why like three people who definitely shouldn’t know he is Spider-man do. But every once in while his idiocy can lead to an unexpected happily ever after, at least until he fucks something up again. 

     This particular fuck up has yet to be determined as a happy accident or your new 13th reason. It all started when that spider bitch decided it’d be a good idea to watch some explicit content on his laptop. Now, this wasn’t particularly an unknown activity for him to partake in, since we all know about his little impromptu purchase in Germany, but unbeknownst to this dork, his aunt was in the next room over working on a tear in his suit. And to make matters worse, he accidentally just so happened to purchase a subscription using said aunt’s credit card that was pre-setup in his laptop. 

     Now May is a very understanding woman. Very sex-positive, very loving, and inclusive; the whole shebang really. So when she happened to catch this idiot doing what he most certainly shouldn’t have been doing, she wasn’t mad, just thoroughly disturbed. Then she got the notification about the purchase. That was a bit more taboo in her eyes. So Peter was grounded from patrolling for a week and his laptop privileges were revoked for two weeks. That was fucking merciful compared to what this whole fuck up put you through. 

     At the school that following Monday, Peter spent the whole first, second, fourth, and lunch period trying to convince you to take over patrol for a week. Sure, you could definitely handle it, not to pat yourself on the back or anything, but you were significantly stronger than Peter, so it shouldn’t have been that big of a deal. But you just really didn’t want to. Peter had his ‘Peter Tingle’ to help him find danger, while you’d actually have to look. It just seemed harder for you to do than it would be for him. 

     “Why are you even grounded?” You sighed after Peter's 3rd time bringing up the possibility of you patrolling for him at lunch. 

     “He got caught watching and buying p—” Ned started laughing.

     “Ned! Shut up!” Peter yelled, slapping his hand over his friend's mouth. 

     “How has your identity not been leaked yet, Jesus Christ.” You mumbled, giggling. You flipped through your chemistry textbook, writing notes to prepare for Friday’s quiz. 

     “Yeah, and how come you didn’t know May was home?” Ned pushed Peter’s hand away. “Where was your ‘Peter Tingle’ then?” 

     “She’s not a threat, dude. But shit, I really wish my tingle detected her.” Peter groaned, a deep blush covering his features. “Please (Y/N). I really, really don’t wanna leave Queens without any protection for a week. I’ll try to convince May to let me go out on the weekend, so really it’s only five days.” 

     “I guess I could help you out, but you owe me. I should really spend this time studying for my chemistry test. Iron bitch is gonna have my head on a spike if I fail another chem test.” You said, highlighting more notes. 

     “Okay! Delmar’s for a week, anytime, anywhere.” Peter said putting his hand out for you to shake. 

     “Make it a month, I know my worth.” 

     Peter hesitated, but eventually gave in, “Fine, but you better do a good job.” 

        ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

     So now you were stuck patrolling from 8:30 to 11:00 every night. It wasn't bad per se, and nothing too eventful happened. You stopped a small convenience store robbery, gave a few kids some tips at the skatepark, ran some errands for an old lady, and saved a cat from a tree. Thursday night was the real kicker though. Your night had barely started and you accidentally got in the middle of a drug deal between some smaller mob and a real messed-up junkie. This should’ve been an easy takedown, only six people in total that needed to be taken out, but like was mentioned before, you don’t have Peter’s goddamn, stupid fucking tingle. So after taking all six of the perps out you started to walk away after alerting the police. Unfortunately, one of those assclowns had come to, and grabbed the gun a few feet away from him and shot it towards you. The bullet went through your thigh and out the other side. Screaming in shock and pain, you used your own throwing knives and knocked the gun out of the mobster’s hand, then you proceeded to knock him out again with a few good punches to his noggin, maybe a few more, just for good measure. But this wound would need to be cleaned and stitched up. And if you went back to the Tower, Steve and Tony would give you an earful about “watching your surroundings” and “being more careful”. So in a moment of pure adrenaline and desperation, you texted Peter. 

You: are you home

Spider-Dork: Yeah, why?

You: i’ll be there in 5 

Spider-Dork: What? Why? Is everything ok?

Spider-Dork: Hello??? (Y/N)????

(Y/N) declined (3) calls 

Spider-Dork: Answer my calls idiot. 

     Peter’s texting and constant calling was cut short from a crash in his room. 

     “(Y/N)? Is that you?” Peter called from the couch in the living room. 

     “Yeah, can I borrow a t-shirt?” You called, fumbling around accidentally knocking over another lamp. “Oops, sorry!”

     “Uh, yeah sure. In the closet!” Peter called back pausing his show, prepared to make his way over to you. 

     “And some sweats?” You called back, blood dripping all over Peter’s hardwood floor. 

     Peter got up to make his way to his room. “Yeah, second drawer on the left side.” He said as he made his way to his bedroom. Knowing you were in there, most likely changing, he knocked. “You decent?” 

     “Nope, not really. I need a pair of your boxers too, though.” You called through the door, now seeing that the blood splattered on your underwear as well. “Also, bring the first aid kit when you come in.” 

     ‘What? Why?” Peter said in a more stressed tone, pushing his way into the room, completely ignoring the fact that you were very much not decent. “Holy shit.” He said seeing you out of your suit, in your bra and underwear, blood dripping down your right leg, pooling onto the floor. Your hand, red and bloody, pressed onto what he only assumed was the wound and blood seeping through your fingers. 

     “Bring a mop too.” 

     Peter ran out of the room to grab the first aid kit, plus some extra bandages and a cleaning solution. When he came back in he found you in the same state, standing in the middle of the room, eyebrows furrowed in pain, clutching your right thigh. 

     “What the hell happened?” He gasped, motioning for you to sit on his bed. You hesitated, not wanting to mess up his sheets. He seemed to notice your thought process quickly adding, “I have to wash my sheets anyway.” 

     “Gross.” You mumbled, scrunching up your face in disgust and finally settling down on his bed. 

     “Move your hand and tell me what happened,” Peter said kneeling on the floor next to the bed, positioned right at your hips. You removed your hand, bloody instantly seeping onto the bed. Peter winced looking at the hole in your leg, quickly grabbing the peroxide and dumping heaps of it onto your leg, much to your distaste. 

     “I got shot.” You stated as he cleaned the blood around the hole with alcohol pads.

     “Well, no shit. I mean by who and how?” 

     “Mobster. Sneaky bitch got me while I was walking away.” You winced as Peter inspected the wound further. 

     “I need to stitch this up. Did it go all the way through?” He said lifting your leg to look underneath for an exit wound. 

     “Yeah.” Peter found the exit wound and held your leg up with one hand, pouring peroxide on the back of your thigh with the other. 

     “You have to be more careful, (Y/N)! This looks really nasty.” Peter scolded, setting your leg back down and prepping the needle and sutures. “What if this was in your chest? Or—or if you didn’t get here in time? You could’ve bled out!” 

     “Well sorry that I don’t have your stupid tingle to help me out when I’m being fucking shot at!” You yelped, gripping the bedsheets. 

     “You don’t need spidey sense, you need fucking common sense,” Peter mumbled, stitching his first suture.

     “What the fuck did you just say?” You looked at him incredulously. 

     “I— uh, nothing.” Peter huffed, focusing back on stitching you up.

     “This is your all your fault, to begin with!” You accused, shifting uncomfortably, due to the needle constantly being stuck into your leg. “You’re the one that begged me to go on patrol for you! You’re the dumb bitch that got caught watc—” 

     “Ok! Shut up! For God’s sake, you’re never gonna let me live that down.” Peter groaned, finishing up the last stitch. “Flip over.” He commanded, pushing at the side of your waist to help with the movement. 

     “Well, it was fucking dumb. Don’t you check to make sure nobody’s home? God, we all know you’re a vocal bitch too.” You said, fully situated on your stomach. 

     “What the fuck is that suppose to mean!?” He gasped, prepping another needle. 

     “You’re a sensitive boy.” You shrugged, wincing when Peter started his next stitch. 

     “I-I am not sensitive! I’m emotionally and physically staunch!” He defended, going in for another stitch. 

     You just raised an eyebrow in amusement. “Sure, whatever you say, babe.” You winked at him, blowing an exaggerated kiss. 

     “You're a jerk,” Peter mumbled, finishing up his stitching job. “A jerk with a fucked up leg.” 

     You hummed, quite amused. Peter got up and started to collect his medical supplies. He shuffled out of the room to put everything away. When he returned you were trying to get up and walk, wincing at every slight movement. 

     “Here, let me just—” Peter lifted you up, bridal style. A small yelp coming from you when a sharp pain shot through your leg. “Sorry.”

     “It’s fine. Can you help me get dressed?” You said as he walked you over to his desk and set you down in his desk chair. 

     “Sure.” Peter blushed, painfully aware of your lack of clothes. He picked out some clothes from his closet and drawers. He helped you into them, wallowing in the uncomfortable silence, taking in each whimper and wince from you whenever he brushed against your thigh. 

     “Fuck, I’m so sorry.” He sighed after you were all dressed. “This is my fault.” 

     You looked at his distraught face, feeling bad for initially blaming him for the events of tonight. “No, Pete. It’s fine. I should’ve made sure all of the guys were knocked out.” You put a hand on his shoulder, giving it a comforting squeeze.

     “No, I should’ve been more careful when I was watching that stuff. I have my spidey sense, I would’ve been able to avoid getting shot. It’s not your fault that you didn’t get bit by a radioactive spider.”

     “Pete, really, I’ll be better by next week anyway. It’s fine.” 

     Peter shook his head, sighing. “I just feel so bad, I shouldn’t have forced patrolling on you.” You hugged him and rubbed his back soothingly. “It’s my fault you got hurt.” 

     “Peter stop. It’s just an unfortunate accident.” You mumbled, hugging him closer. “It could’ve happened to anyone.”

     “But it didn’t happen to just anyone (Y/N), it happened to you. And I caused it. I-I don't know what I’d do if something ever happened to you. What if it was worse?”

     You sighed, pulling away from Peter and cupping his face, seeing the regret and shame pooling in his eyes. Without much thought, you pulled him closer, slowly connecting your lips in a sweet kiss. Truly getting lost in the feeling of his lips against yours, the feeling of perfection. 

     Peter’s eyes widened in shock for a moment, before he was kissing you back, reveling in the feeling he’s been dreaming about for months. You finally pulled away to catch your breath. Peter flushed at your actions, unable to stop the wide smile crossing his features. 

     “Sorry,” You mumbled sheepishly, “just needed to shut you up for a second.”

     “Maybe I should talk more, just to see what happens,” Peter smirked, pulling you in for another shorter, but just as sweet, kiss. 

     You hummed against his lips. “I really like you. Even when you're a dumbass.” You sighed against his lips.

     “The feeling is mutual.” 

     “Rude. I’m not a dumbass.” You gasped in faux offense. 

     “You’re the one with a bullet wound.” he deadpanned 

     “You’re the one who got caught watchin—”

     “(Y/N)!”

#avengers #peter parker fluff #peter parker x avenger!reader #peter parker x reader #spiderman x reader #spiderman x avenger!reader #spiderman fluff #tom holland spiderman #marvel #marvel fic #peter parker fic

[kkusuka]

Haikyuu poly headcannons!! <33

 Pairs: Kageyama & Hinata, Oikawa & Iwaizumi, Ushijima & Tendo, Sakusa & Atsumu, Kurro & Kenma, and finally Bokuto & Akaashi. 

part 2

Sfw AND Nsfw 

Slight time skip spoilers!!!

let me know what you want to see next

word count: 2.6K I got a bit carried away. lol

FEMALE READER

Kageyama Tobio  and Hinata Shoyo

Sfw

It's a constant fight for attention

They are polar opposites, Hinata is warm and energetic while Kageyama is confused and awkward, but  they both love you so much it hurts.

How you got together was kind of a funny story, you and Hinata knew each other from middle school and reconnected when you met at a local mall in tokyo. So when you and Hinata started hanging out more he couldn't help but brag to Kageyama about it, which led to him wanting to meet you and thus began the year long fight for your love. 

You couldn't choose between them so they came to the decision that they would just share you!

Your dynamics are pretty simple, you spend as much time with whoever is not at practice at the time, lucky they have two completely different practice schedules, Hinata in the morning and Kageyama in the afternoon.

That meant cuddling with Kags in the morning and cooking lunch with Hinata in the afternoon. 

You guys also have a weekly date night! You have a rotation of who gets to choose what they want to do. 

Unsurprisingly Hinata likes volleyball inspired dates, but he also likes the movie and picnic dates!

Kageyama is a bit more romantic, shockingly (he read a dating book), like romantic dinners and late night walks , shopping, anything to see you happy.

They also love anything you want to do, stay in? They make popcorn for movies. Dinner? Where, what and when should they make a reservation. 

They are literally so whipped for you.

Nsfw

Oh~ ho ho~

I am a firm believer that these two are switches. 

Hinata is a bit more submissive than Kags (for the most part), but he has his moments. 

And i have this thing where Kags makes you and Hinata fuck while he watches biut votgh of you are power bottoms.

Toys toys toys

I'm talking double ended dildos and vibrators galore.

Punishments are usually for Hinata and consist of you riding Kags while he watches, and its absolute torture.

They also have nights where they have you alone and those are sweet and romantic, rose petals and candles. 

It's never boring <33

“Tobio, doesn't she look so pretty?” 

“God Shoyo you’ll cum in your pants if you grind like that” 

“ go fuck yourself on the fucking dldo like a slut” 

Oikawa Tooru and Iwaizumi Hajime 

Sfw

There are two ways that this happened

1. You grew up with them and slowly fell in love through your life, and you all got together in highschool

Or 

2. You met Oikawa in Argentina, literally fell in love at first sight, stars in your eyes. This led to him bringing you back to Japan, which led to you meeting “Iwa-chan” (who looked much more beautiful in person). After hanging out everyday for about 3 weeks Oikawa bright up the idea of sharing

And here you are! 

You guys are all similar but you share personal things with each boy

With oikawa you have the obsession with aliens and you too even have a beauty routine that you do every night before bed.

With Iwaizumi you, of course, make fun of Oikawa at every waking moment. But! You also do all different kinds of exercise with him. You have a monthly yoga class and a swim aerobics program every other tuesday! 

These two spoil you so much it's ridiculous.

Perfumes, jewelry, clothes and even gaming things.

They will get you anything even if you don't want it (and they are rolling in cash so it doesn't really matter.) 

Nsfw

Iwaizumi rules the bedroom.

And as much as Oikawa pretends to be the top, he falls apart the second you kiss him neck. 

Favorite position?

Simple. It can go two ways.

Oikawa laying on his back, Iwa fuking him into heaven and you sitting on his face OR you on your stomach ass up with Iwa between your legs and Oikawa's dick in your mouth. 

The only real times Oikawa is in you is when Iwazumi wants to see both of you be pathetic sluts, or when Oikawa is being punished, mostly cockwarming while he is tied and not able to thrust in you.

 Double penetration?

 Your punishment.

Whine and cry all you want neither of them are slowing down, this is really the only time Oikawa is dominant in the bedroom

“Aw, Tooru, look at her! So pathetic!”

“You look like two whores trying to fuck, Harder brats” 

“Oh! Iwa her throat gets tighter when you do that!” 

Ushijima Wakatoshi and Tendo Satori

Sfw

Oh bby how did you get so lucky?

You have the best of both worlds!

Tendo, who you can joke around and cook with.

And Ushijima, your pillar and voice of reason. 

This relationship was 100% started by Tendo. No question. He saw you and decided right then and there that you were his, and what kind of best friend would he be if he didn't share with Wakatoshi! 

Thank god you were willing to do this, it would have Broken Satori AND Wakatoshis heart :((

This WAS the best decision of your life. 

Your first date as a threesome was so cute, it started with walking around tokyo and you stopped and ate in a small cafe. You begged them to pay and they didn't let you so this became a game to see if you could ever find a way to pay before them.(you're still failing to this day) 

After the cafe they took you to a small beach that had a little volleyball net set up. Insert uwus here

They taught you how to play, the basics if you didn't already know, and you guys played around until it was 2am 

All of your dates are different but they either end like that or cuddling on the couch wachting movies. OR you know ;))

Nsfw

UHHH there are two ways this could go. 

You being absolutely ruined by these two. Both being pretty big, they easily overpower you. 

Tendo also has the obsession with being in your ass while ushijima rips your poor pussy apart. 

Sadist tendo also makes a slight appearance, not letting yu cum for hours then making you cum over and over and over again

Or 

Mr. Tendo controls what you and Toshi do! 

Trust me Wakatoshi is still controlling you every waking second, but having Tendo tell him what to do (being slightly unaware of what to do anyway) gets him off just as much as you. 

And when he’s feeling more adventurous, Tendo has kept you and Ushijima on literal leashes at his feet while he just chilled out. (i literally love this so much-)

You guys do a lot of exploring!

“Harder Toshi, the slut can take it”

“” we don't have enough dicks to fill all your holes” 

“Satori! Please!” “Shhh, floor whores don't get to talk” 

Sakusa Kiyoomi and Miya Atsumu

My #2 pair 

DAMN, i can't even put how whipped they are for you in words. 

You defiantly knew Sakusa first. 

You two met in the supermarket, much to his displeasure he had to shop for himself, it was the classic strangers to lovers trope 

You both reached for the same countertop cleaner! 

To both of your shock you touched his hand and immediately started to apologize to him (he couldn't even reply because he was so stunned by your beauty) 

He snapped back and started to interrogate you about what cleaning products you use, you both didn't even realize how much time passed with you just talking about how you clean.

Eventually you exchanged numbers and texted almost all day.  

This led to him texting you back every chance he had during practice breaks, but he never told you he was a professional volleyball players AND happened to be on one of the top teams in the country, (you found out when he randomly followed you on instagram)

Eventually he got sloppy and Atsumu looked at his phone and found your number! Aren't you lucky ;) almost immediately after he started to question Sakusa about you

Who is she?

Where did you meet?

Is she pretty?

Gimmie her number Omi, i wanna know her too!

Eventually Atsumu just stole his phone and started to non-stop call you. 

“Uh Kiyo? This guy keeps calling me and asking me questions about you.”

“Ignore it” 

It got so bad that when you officially met atsumu he had followed Sakusa to your meeting spot, and you hit it off! (much to Kiyoomi’s disdain) 

After a few months, and a lot of talks, all three of you entered a relationship!

Your dynamic was great! You were clean like Sakusa and fun like Atsumu!

Perfect!

Another spoiling group, it's like they just know what you want. It doesn't even matter what you think :// no take backs :))

Plus you have girl time when they are at practice, a good time to plan surprises ;)

You even got Atsumu into skin and hair care (kiyoomi approves) 

You are literally perfect (and the hottest couple in the planet) 

Nsfw

Sakusa is in control.

No question.

He wants ti fuck you? Done.

He wants to watch you play with yourself. Already rubbing circles on your clit. 

He wants you to ride Atsumu until you squirt? You're bouncing on Atsumu Cumming and cumming. 

Believe it or not Sakusa AND Atsumu love messy blowjobs, seeing you slobber all over yourself and their cocks is the most beautiful thing to them. 

Atsumu also has the dirtiest most vulgar mouth on earth, will not spare your feelings one bit. 

But that doesn't even measure up to how Kiyoomi speaks to you. He has no shame is telling you that they are going to let everyone on the team fuck you senseless. 

Sakusa also loves to punish you and Atsumu for literally anything, he will tie you to each other and put vibrators in your holes and just watch you  two desperately grind on each other to get relief that just won't come. 

(they both love to ruin your orgasm too) 

“Go Whore i know you can bounce faster than that” 

“Look at her Omi! Isnt she the best little cumdump? Yes you are! Yes you are!” (pls he treats you like a pet) 

“Hey Miya. Wouldn't shugo just love to have her on her knees for him? I think we should let her sometime” 

I would do anything for these two- 

Kuroo Tetsuro and Kozume Kenma

Oh? You're the most spoiled pet in the world?

You definitely grew up together, aka you've had both of them wrapped around your finger since you were 8.

 You guys probably started dating after you accidentally let it slip that you were in love with the both of them. 

After you all confessed and talked for hours, you were officially dating!

Not much has changed, but they were more affectionate and loving and more physical with you. 

Your dates are really random, all the varying schedule and all. 

They take you to anime cafes and gaming cafes and ALL the different cafes. 

They always tell you you don't have to work but you feel bad so you started a makeup channel on youtube! And of course you were a sensation! 

You and Kenma make little collab videos and were voted as the cutest couple of the year! 

But that doesn't1 mean you aren't involved in Kuroos life just as much! 

You help him get ready every morning, he just “can't” tie his tie even after doing it since highschool. 

You make him a unique bento everyday! 

You even buy him little chemistry sets whenever you see that a new model was released!

Plus living with two cuddle bugs is a dream for any girl ;)

Nsfw 

The way that both of them are into cockwarming- 

Whenever Kenma is not streaming he wants you to sit on his cock, just be a good kitten and do it. 

No worries! Between rounds he'll start to pound you for as long as he can, but it's never enough  for you to cum :// too bad you'll just have to wait until he’s done, or when Kuroo some home. 

With Kuroo it's usually when he is doing more work in his home office. This is pure torture.

He won’t even pay attention to you until HE wants to cum. 

To add on to that neither of them are afraid of fucking you infront of people. 

Kenma has no fear of keeping you at his feet while he streams so you can suck him off whenever he wants. 

One time he was on a zoom call with his PR team and they had no idea you were deepthroating his cock under where the camera could see. 

Kuroo is the worst with this too, he’ll start fucking you when he knows he ahs a work call in a few minutes, so in the middle of fucking he’ll just answer the phone and make you shut up :((

Both of them together? You’re fucked. (literally haha) 

Kenma a bottom , 100%, just not as much as you.

Sex mostly means kuroo fucking you and sucking kenma off. 

“I wonder if everyone would still follow you if they  knew what a slut you are” 

“Kitten you have to be quiet for Daddy now, this call is important” 

“Look at that kenma, she’s cumming all over the place while drooling all over you!” 

Bokuto Kotaro and Akaashi Keji

The owl nest?  Yes Ma’am.

You were akaashis girlfriend first, but that meant you were practically dating Bokuto anyway. 

Akaashi? He loved it, you were just so cute when you tled to Kotaro! 

When he got excited, you got excited and you were just the cutest two babies in the world!

 The way you would talk for hours about nonsense and laugh about the stupidest things. 

Slowly but surely Akaashi braugh Bokuto into the relationship, and you had no objections! 

It started with small things like movie nights that turned into sleepovers that became full dates! 

Dates? Oh man you go on one almost every night! 

The movies! Bookstores! Restaurants! 

Even to the volleyball gym.

Sometimes Akaashi takes you to Bokuto’s games and you two just Cheer your lungs out!

This seems crazy but one time on your anniversary that took you to an owl farm! 

It was probably the funnest night of your life, and that was it all three of you knew that this was how you wanted to spend the rest of your lives. 

Nsfw 

Bokuto might be the driving force but Akaashi is the real mastermind behind the bedroom life. 

Sex mostly includs being railed by Bokuto for hours while Akaashi whispers sweet praises in your ears, telling you how good your gtaking Bokuto. 

Akaashi is also a firm believer in punishing people with toys,aka Bokuto getting ahead of himself and ignoring Akaashis commands which lands him tied up and a vibrator pressed to his sild until his orgass are dry :)

 Of course you are no better, cumming before your told or vene worse masterbating without permission. 

That lands you with a bunny vibrator, unable to move and just watching as Akasshi fucks Bokuto with your favorite dildo :( 

But if you'd just listen this would have never happened, just promise not to do it again! 

“Keji please, pease, wanna cum s-so bad” 

“Gee, you're just sucking him in huh? After all this time you still want more!” 

“You are just the prettiest little thing huh.” 

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