#which is why i try my very best to hold onto the hope that i’ll meet him someday

[wosoamazing]

Periods

Summary: you get your third period and it’s bad but Lia and Leah take care of you.

Warnings: Bad period, vomit, hints at Leah’s endometriosis (but not actually mentioned)

A/N: I understand that Lia and Leah are not together, but this is purely fiction so…. Hope you like it, also as always requests are welcome, and I am working on the current requests I have.

“Hey Y/N/N, why aren’t you up yet? The girls are coming over soon.” Beth asked, you had stayed at Beth and Viv's for the night as Leah was going out with some friends and you didn't want to be left alone.

“My stomach hurts Beth, it’s like cramping,” she furrows her eyebrows and pulls back your covers, to see a red patch underneath you.

“Oh, I think you’ve got your period, don’t worry it’s okay, it happens to all of us, there are some products in the bottom draw of the bathroom, have a shower and I’ll change the sheets for you,” she left you in the spare room, you quickly grabbed some clothes for the day and made your way to the bathroom, passing Beth in the hall.

You spent quite some time in the shower the warm water felt really nice, once you got out you put a tampon in and a pad on, you didn’t want to leak, you have only had 2 previous periods, but hadn’t leaked onto the sheets even the first time you got one, so you were more concerned than usual, after getting dressed you headed downstairs.

You had barely made it down the stairs, each step was accompanied by a stab in your lower abdomen. With each step the number of tears leaking out of your eyes increased. You walked into the living room where you could hear voices coming from, as you rounded the corner Lia saw you and her face dropped. “Oh Bug, come here” she said as she gestured for you to come sit with her, she was sat in the corner seat of the couch with her legs crossed, Steph was sat next to her, normally you would’ve resisted her offer, you didn’t like to have to have people take care of you, but in this moment you just wanted comfort preferably from your sister but Lia was the next best thing, you had seen her take care of Leah many times and sometimes Leah even asked Lia for help, especially when she had her period, and she was very good at it. So, you went over at sat in her lap. You sat horizontally to her, leaning your side into her, and placing your head into the crook of her neck, you brought your knees up to your chest and curled yourself up in hopes of reducing the pain you were experiencing.

Shortly after Beth had entered the room, holding some pains meds and your Arsenal water bottle in one hand and a hot water bottle and some sick bags in the other, you were slightly confused as to why she had those but didn’t bother to question, the girls had dealt with Leah’s periods a few times so maybe they were preparing just encase. “Here,” you sat up slightly as Beth handed you the pains meds and water bottle, she placed the sick bags next to Lia. After you swallow the pain meds, she gave you the hot water bottle which you put on your stomach before collapsing back into Lia as you let out a whimper.

“Where is Le?”

“She’ll be here soon, was just picking some things up. It’s okay, I’m here for you, anything you need at all, I know they haven’t been this bad before, but its okay” Lia told you. She practically knew everything about you, she was essentially living in your house now so it was expected.

“Do you want something to eat?” Beth asked you, you shook your head.

“You should try and eat something Kleintje, what about just a piece of toast” Viv asked

You didn't nod but you didn't shake your head either, so Viv decided to go make you a piece of toast, she lightly buttered it for you and brought it back. You managed to get through half of it before you started to feel sick, you gave it back to Viv and tried to take your mind of the sick feeling, however it only increased, you were very similar to your sister when you were sick or in pain so Lia noticed almost immediately, she got herself prepared with a sick bag trying to be as discrete as possible. You released from your ball as you gagged, Lia held the sick bag for you, and Steph rubbed your back. Once you finished you leaned back into Lia as Viv took the bag from her and said, “I’m going to call Leah,” to which everyone nodded in agreement.

“I’m sorry,” you mumble, starting to cry, you try and burry yourself into Lia further, she pulls you closer and just wraps her arms around you once again, whispering “It’s okay Bug, we’ve got you” in your ear. You drift off to sleep, shortly after.

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You wake up in a different place, you were still lying on Lia, but in different surroundings much more familiar surrounds. You were in your own house, Lia was sitting on your couch. Lia had noticed your stir “Hey Bug, Leah is just having a quick shower, then she will be out, how are you feeling?”

“B-bad” you said as tears leaked out of your eyes.

Lia noticed you were trying to move “Where do you want to go?” “Toilet” “Okay, do you want help up?” you shake your head. You try and manoeuvre yourself out of Lia’s lap, however it was unsuccessful and your movement caused a wave of stabbing pains to course through your abdomen, your breath hitched, you felt sick, like you were going to be sick, but you couldn’t be. Lia had noticed this, the bathroom wasn’t an option, and with your pain so bad, she didn’t want to move at all, every time she breathed you whimpered ever so slightly so she knew moving to reach the bowl would be all too much, she was just glad her and Leah had the idea to put towels down on the couch. You gagged, cupping your hand to your mouth, not knowing what you were trying to achieve as there wasn’t really another option other than the one you really didn’t want to face

“It’s okay, just let it out, we can just clean it up” she said in a soft, kind and reassuring tone. You gaged again, the only difference was this time something came up, and it went on you and Lia, “It’s okay, don’t worry, I’m here” Lia said as she rubbed your back. “Oh Bug,” Leah said as she walked out just catching a glimpse of the end of the what had just unfolded, she quickly walked over and grabbed the bowl placing it front of you, you gag again and loose more of your stomach contents, thankfully this time none of it was going on you though, Lia rubbed your back while Leah spoke encouraging words in your ear. “I’m sorry” you said shaking once you were done.

“It’s okay Bug, come on let’s get you showered” she picked you up, and took you to the bathroom, once you had gotten all cleaned up and changed, Leah directed you to her room as she helped you walk, Lia was already there sitting on ‘her’ side of the bed, she had also gotten prepared, there was water, pain meds, hydrolyte, sick bags and cloths on either side of the bed. You got onto the bed and Leah followed, leaving you positioned in the middle of the two women. Lia handed you some pain meds and water which you took before curling up with the hot water bottle on your stomach. Leah was rubbing your back, hoping that eventually it might soothe you to sleep, but it didn’t, only your whimpers got worse. You let out a little cry as Leah repositioned herself on the bed, she positioned the pillows so that her upper body was just slightly propped up. “Bug, I’m going to try something, it might hurt at first, but it should help, okay?” You nod slightly, so she gently slides you so that you are resting on top of her, she pulled you up slightly too so that your head on her shoulder, the movement cause you to cry, “Oh Bug, I know I’m sorry, I love you” she kissed you on the temple before continuing “I’m going to place my hands on your stomach okay, I’ll start ever so gentle and then slowly and slightly increase the pressure, but if at anytime you want me to stop just tell me and I will,” you nod. She places her hands on your stomach just below your waistband, you can feel the warmth of her hands and your body relaxes slightly, and with that Leah starts to apply a small amount of pressure, you wince and reach out for Lia’s hand seeking comfort, she slides over from where she is on the bed to be right next to Leah, you felt her at Leah’s side and slightly moved your head, so it was resting on her shoulder. Having relaxed into the initial pressure Leah increased, you whined and tried to pull back, Leah immediately moved her hands away “Sorry Bug, do you want me to stop?” “No, it does help, but also hurts a little, but not too much, better than the other pain” “Okay, but again tell me to stop if you need” you nodded your head and she continued, she felt you relax completely when you eventually fell asleep, but she kept massaging for a few minutes just to be sure you were in a deep sleep, your hand loosened on Lia’s and that’s when she stopped knowing you were definitely asleep.

“You’re a really good sister to her you know that right?” “Yeah, I suppose, I really don’t want her to leave, but she needs to, she needs to keep developing and as much as it pains me to say it, she isn’t going to improve at arsenal, she has just been playing with us for too long now, she knows the ins and outs of us, and even every defender on other teams, she needs new competition, new play style. I just, I don’t, in a few weeks everything is going to be so different” Leah broke at the final sentence, Lia wrapped her arm around her and kissed her on the temple, before Leah rested her head in the crook of Lia’s neck, her tears slid down her face, making Lia’s neck wet as she tried to hide her emotions, this was the first time Leah had actually expressed how she felt about your move, Lia knew how she felt but Leah hadn't actually spoken to anyone about it yet. “You know its okay to cry right, you both have such a special bond, she has lived with you for the past 6 years and you lived with her for like the first 8 years of here life-” “something like that yeah” “I know it will be different, I’ll miss her too, I spend so much time with her and I basically live here now, it’s like she is my little sister. But we have each other we will get through this together okay, I love you so much Le” “I love you too Wally, and if it helps, she definitely thinks of you as a big sister, I don’t think she would’ve let any of the other girls look after her today the way she let you do willingly, and did you see her reach for your hand and relax slightly when you came closer, she loves you too Wally, and also thank you so much for taking such amazing care of her today, while I wasn’t there. Sorry you got sick on you”.

Lia made a gross face at the reminder of that “I don’t think I would willingly let anyone other than my two Williamson’s vomit on me, ever. I just feel so bad for her, do you think we should take her to the doctor? Like I know with you and all there are the chances and stuff but what if something is wrong.”

“Oh don’t worry Mum has her booked in for an ultrasound already, somehow she managed to get one for tomorrow which in hindsight isn’t going to be fun to get her to but oh well” your sister looked down to your face a small frown was appearing she moved one of her hands back onto your stomach and the frown slightly lessened, she lightly started massaging again and the frown disappeared, so she kept going, hoping that you could sleep, as clearly even in your sleep you were in pain. “I do hope though that this is just a one off, I don’t want her to have to go through it, deal with this or worse every month.”

“I know, I hope so too, but we will be here for her and Lucy and Kie will look after her, and the girls at Barca, they all seem lovely”

“Yeah, it, just, I don’t know,” Leah sighed, they laid in silence for a bit before Lia spoke.

“Babe, I might try and sleep, if that’s okay, because it’s not like we are going anywhere soon and I’m slightly exhausted, after last night and then today”.

“Yeah, I might sleep too, love you,” they kissed briefly before Leah placed her head in the crook of Lia’s neck again and Lia rested her head on hers.

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“Oh, Cait, I found them, shhh” Katie said, Caitlin came in and took a picture, Leah and Lia held hands over you, as you hand your hand was still placed in Lia’s and Leah’s other arm was wrapped around you.

“They are so cute, let’s just leave them be, leave the stuff on the bench I’ll send them a message”.

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Leah woke up first and grabbed her phone, seeing a message from Caitlin.

Caitlin: We came to drop of a few things, you didn’t answer so we let ourselves in, we found all 3 of you asleep, so let you be, the items are just on the bench.

Caitlin: *sent a photo*

Leah: Thank you so much, and could you not tell people straight away….. I mean I know the team probably assumes but we haven’t told Bug yet, were going to tell her today but…

Caitlin: Yeah sure, hope she feels better.

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You blinked your eyes open, and Leah looked down at you, “Feeling better Bug?”

“A little I guess,” you paused for a little moment, “Le?” “Yeah Bug,” “Are you and Lia together?” “Well Bug, in a way I suppose yes, we were going to ask you if you were okay with us being together today, but we decided not too because you weren’t well”.

“Okay, I don’t mind, can Lia move in now? Well like does it mean she will move in?”

“If you’re okay with that bug.”

“I would like that, I love Lia, she is really nice and fun, and she takes care of me and doesn’t complain when I throw up on her, and she makes you happy, and she is always the first one to check you’re okay and she really cares for you and helps you, even when you push her away. Don’t mess this one up Le, but maybe before she moves in just check, she wants kids…. And maybe marriage.”

“I’m glad you like her bug, because I do really like her, and I promise I wont mess this one up.” “I’m just going to go to the toilet” you say as you get up and head for the toilet shutting the door.

“Having little mini me’s wandering around the house one day could be cute, and I reckon she would make a great wedding planner, that way she wouldn't have to choose between us, for bride's maid”

“You were awake? You heard all that?” Lia nodded and smiled, which caused Leah to smirk before they kissed.

#woso #woso community #woso fanfics #woso x reader #woso imagine #arsenal wfc #awfc #awfc x reader

[rukia-writes]

Hi! I’m the same anon that asked for Apollo and here’s my request!

We know that many Goddesses are thirsty for Apollo, except for one Goddess (the reader) who draws his interest. For some reason, it excites him that she isn’t like the others and he tries to catch the reader's attention himself, but the reader gets extremely shy and sometimes runs away whenever he does, but they end up together? The idea sounded better in my head, but you can spice it up however you like. Of course, take your time when you can write this! No rush! 🫶

I see what you’re saying anon 🎀 and I hope I see the vision.

The grain princess and the god of sunlight.

An unlikely attraction between two divine beings.

The sun was rising in Valhalla, which meant it was time for the grain princess and her mother to start working. The two had their own restaurant in Valhalla, a famous and well known restaurant, and in the early morning the two loaded up the grain in their own grain field onto a very wide and long cart pulled by horses.

Today, was a bit different.

Today (Name) had to pick and load up the grain by herself while her mother was already at the restaurant making food, seeing as how the weekends were busier than normal. Besides, one day (Name) would be queen of the grain and this was the first step.

However, (Name) noticed there was a little spot where the grain wasn’t doing so well. (Name) was able to come to the conclusion that the wheat needed more sunlight.

“I’ll have to tell mother about this.”

“Perhaps, it would be better to tell me. Princess.”

Hearing the familiar voice made (Name)‘s heart beat fast, her face hot and her mind spinning. Turning around she indeed saw the handsome and beautiful god Apollo with a smile on his face.

She’s not like everyone else.

The two had a interesting history together.

Apollo, the beautiful and talented god of the sunlight had affection towards someone other than himself, the grain princess herself, (Name). Yet, while the feeling was mutual (Name) couldn’t bring herself to look at him from being flustered much less talk to the god much. However, Apollo was the opposite in every way as he loved to look at her and he loved to talk to her.

“Morning, Apollo. What brings you here?!”

“Why, the little plants cried out to me and told me that they needed sunlight. So, I decided to show up.”

Beaming brightly, Apollo confidently spoke to the goddess as she bashfully looked away trying to calm her wildly beating heart and walking away. Apollo, was used to this behavior it was something he liked about her.

“The plants do need sunlight.”

“Oh, (Name). Look, the grain is doing better. See?”

Yes.

Apollo, didn’t mind gently grabbing her hand and pulling her back to show her the grain that was already starting to grow. Looking at the grain (Name) felt a small smile tug at her lips, while Apollo smiled at her still holding her hand.

“Mother will be pleased, thank you Apollo.”

“Come now, I wouldn’t ignore your beautiful grain’s cry for help. You have such a beautiful field, you know?”

One for admiring beauty, Apollo complimented the wheat field (Name) worked hard in. Even though the moment was a tender one (Name) couldn’t help but get flustered as she thanked Apollo while walking away. Of course, the grain princess told Apollo she would tell her mother about what happened while shyly walking away but that wouldn’t stop Apollo as he quickly caught up with her only making her head spin and her face feel hotter as Apollo smiled while saying, “Sorry, I couldn’t hear you from back there. Now, what were you saying.”

This was the standard interaction that had been going on for years, a thousand years to be precise.

Over the years, the Greek pantheon knew of Apollo’s little infatuation with the grain princess. Those that were aware usually liked to keep their distance and tried not over step their boundaries. While, (Name) had her problem of Apollo’s jealous lovers.

While other goddess did their best to show Apollo their love the handsome god only seemed to have a special interest in her and even though he never outright dismissed his suitors it was obvious who had his interest. Whispers of, “What’s wrong with her?” “What does Apollo see in her?” “She must be black mailing him or something.”

Regardless, of the jealous whispers Apollo always seemed to have a special interest for her as he would show up once a week at the restaurant and order a variety of dishes. Of course, (Name)’s mother always made her daughter take Apollo’s order as she was aware of Apollo’s affection for her daughter.

If only (Name) wasn’t so shy.

Months passed, (Name) found herself at Apollo’s palace grounds. While (Name) had a wheat field, Apollo had a magnificent garden with flowers alike. The naked statues of himself was certainly an Apollo touch (Name) thought herself as she carried a small small box in her hands, definitely would have covered her eyes from Apollo’s statue.

“Why, is that the sweet (Name)?!”

Looking behind her (Name) saw the handsome god with a smile on his face with his hands behind his back, bashfully (Name) announced why she was here. Handing over the small box the shy goddess told Apollo it was for helping with the harvest, Apollo did in fact help a bit with the wheat field and as a way of saying “Thank you.” She wanted give Apollo a gift.

“A gift for me?! Aw, thank you. What is it?”

“You should open it.”

For the first time, Apollo heard a hint of teasing in (Name)’s voice and when he looked at her he saw him give her a sweet smile. Of course, Apollo returned the smile back as he thought to himself that her smile was the real gift. Speaking of which, Apollo opened the small box and inside was a small cake decorated with sunflowers and the words “Thank you.” Inscribed upon the delicious dessert.

It was a simple gift and yet Apollo was touched.

Apollo knew (Name) was a magnificent baker and couldn’t wait to eat his gift.

“How sweet of you, princess. Come, we’ll have a slice.”

“Oh, I can’t. I have to-“

“Nonsense, we’ll have tea and talk. I have much to tell you.”

Apollo wouldn’t let his princess get away from him this time as he gently and quickly wrapped his arm around (Name)’s shoulders while holding the cake with his other hand. As the two talked on their way to Apollo’s palace (Name) was certain Apollo loved the cake, rather the symbolism with the sunflowers.

The two talked until the sunset, having tea and cake and afterwards the two took a walk in Apollo’s garden at night. Both simply enjoying each other’s company, it was a start of many years of Apollo trying to get the goddess of his love and now he had finally caught his princess.

“My love, what happened to you?”

Apollo was currently taking a bath as his beloved (Name) arrived covered in flour from head to toe, in monotone voice (Name) responded that one of Apollo’s scorned lovers had pulled a prank and ended up covered in flour.

“A prank? Hmm..well! You better take a bath too!”

“Apollo, take this serious-“

Apollo didn’t take many things serious, as he quickly carried his princess in his arms while naked and a pleasant smile on his face.

“Come on, take a bath with me. I’ll even get that flour off you.”

While carrying (Name) to the bath Apollo kissed her forehead and told her she still looked beautiful. Apollo was many things and being charming was one of them. Keeping to his word Apollo washed all the flour off his princess, of course he expected (Name) to wash him as well. When she did Apollo made a passing comment that even though (Name) was covered in flour she was still much prettier than this ugly hater and that this hater wasn’t worthy of tying his shoelaces or hers for that matter and by the end of their bath time the two were not only clean but much more relaxed than before.

Apollo made sure of it as he showered (Name) with kisses.

🎀Rukia-Writes🎀

#record of ragnarok x reader #shuumatsu no valkyrie x reader #ror x reader #apollo x reader

[jay7543]

Your best friend ghost is in a rut, and you’re the closest hole

18 and older only!!!

My 2nd post!!! I’m happy the handful of you that saw my first one enjoyed it, I was very proud of it, this will also be a m4m post. (Most probably will be considering I’m a bi man) feel free to message me requests if you like, I’d love to get some ideas from you, but obviously I hold the right to refuse things I’m not comfortable with.

In this, ghost is half werewolf, so he doesn’t turn into one nor look like one, but he still has the wolf cock and knot so don’t worry lol.

You and ghost have been friends for about a year, he told you pretty early on in your friendship that he was half werewolf, which means he doesn’t fully change into one but he still experiences some of the effects, and some of his…”parts” are that of a wolf. He’s been acting very odd recently, sending some odd texts saying to stay away for awhile, you asked why and got no response, you decided to call him today.

Reader over the phone-“hey ghost, I’m glad you answered, what’s going on man, I got your text but I’m worried”

As you wait for him to respond you hear some heavy breathing and a light plapping sound.

Ghost over the phone-“I- *plap*i just need you to stay away, I-*plap* I’m going through a rut, it-*grunt* it’s pretty serious, just give me a while, I’ll-*rip* fuck, that’s another one, god dammit. I’ll call you back when it’s done”

He hangs up the phone abruptly. What were those noises? What was that tear? You start to wonder.

Reader-“he-he’s in a rut? That means he’s really horny. How bad is it? It’s probably hard alone, should I-should i help him?”

As you ask yourself these questions you decide to ignore his wishes and go to his room you’re pretty sure he’s straight but he wouldn’t mind some help right?as you walk across the building wondering how his room is gonna look, you think about what you’ve seen about half werewolves. You’ve read a lot about them, especially since he told you he was one. You also aren’t proud to admit this but you got curious and looked up some half werewolf porn and there dicks aren’t exactly small, will it all fit? His burning hot, bright red length, and the knot at the base. You start to feel arousal build up in you as you start to rub your dick through your pants, soon you approach his door and knock.

Reader-“ghost? Can you open up? I know you told me to stay away but I want to help, I’ve read about how hard it is alone.

You wait for a few minutes, your previous erection from rubbing yourself now softening as you lose hope he’ll answer. As you start to leave the door swings open, ghost staring at you, completely naked except for his skull mask, holding a torn fleshlight in his hand, i guess that’s what those noises were. You look down between his legs and spot it. His bright red length leaking a steady stream of precum, his knot fully visible and swollen at the base of it, it twitches as you look at it, almost as if it’s trying to look back at you. After a few seconds of you staring with your mouth wide open, a bit of drool forming, ghost talk in a low growl, his accent somehow sounding even hotter.

Ghost-“I-i told you to stay away, I-i don’t wanna hurt you”

He says as he pants hard and growls slightly. You reach out and put your hand in his

Reader-“I wanna help, I know you won’t hurt me, I’m-I’m prepared”

You say as you tremble slightly, a bit scared but also very very aroused, your previous erection returning in full force, yet still not nearly impressive as his. He grabs your hand a bit tighter and pull you into the room and closes the door, he all but carry’s you and drops you onto the bed. As you lay there you see a multitude of ripped fleshlights, which does get you a bit more worried

Reader-“hey uh ghost? Can-can you make sure I don’t end up like those”

You point to the toys on the floor

Ghost-“I-I’ll try my best, I-I’ll probably get a bit rough”

He pants and growls softly, which turns you on a bit more. In the blink of an eye he tears your clothes off, revealing your naked body and your own erection. Ghost growls

Ghost-“I need your hole”

He lines up his tip with your tight asshole, his precum drenching it providing an adequate amount of lube. As you prepare to take his throbbing hot wolf cock he shoves it in with a loud plap as his knot smacks the outside of your ass. He growls and pants as he leans over and covers your body with his, rubbing your erection against his chest as he whispers into your ear.

Ghost-“breed, breed, breed”

He repeats as he slams into your ass, causing you to moan loudly and whimper as he tries his best to breed you

Reader(through gasps and pants)-you-you’re so big, you’re spreading me apart, oh-oh god, you’re fucking destroying my prostate. Fffffuck”

He growls even louder at your words, as if they were just more encouragement, he pulls his mask up just over his mouth so he can kiss you and lick your face.

Ghost(through licks and kisses)-“I wanna breed you, I want you to have my pups”

He says as he gets even more animalistic with his thrusts and kisses, he even nibbles your lips and cheeks as he does.

Reader- give-give me your fucking pups, fucking fill me with your cum, get-get me fucking pregnant

You say through the pure bliss you’re feeling, almost losing yourself, forgetting you can’t even get pregnant. without even realizing you spurt your cum out all over your chest and his as he pounds your asshole as hard as he can.

Ghost-“you, you’re my mate forever, your mine”

He growls into your ear as he bitess your shoulder, not enough to break skin but still hurting, but it just makes you even more turned on.

Ghost-“get pregnant, get pregnant, have my pups”

he yells as you feel his knot aggressively push its way into your asshole and swell up even more, locking both of you in your current position as he empties his full and throbbing balls into you ass. He starts to regain his senses a bit

Ghost-“I-I’m sorry, we’re gonna be stuck like this a while love”

You can barely open you eyes and are panting hard as you feel his cum coating your insides.

Reader-“as-as long as it’s with you”

You two kiss, and embrace until his erection softens and knot slips out. In the meantime you two appreciate your new intimate relationship.

#smut #18+ only #monster smut #werewolf smut #cod x reader #simon ghost riley #ghost x reader #werewolf #m4m

[rollinouttahere-writes]

helloo!! Can we please have dark chocolate number 13 with Ace pls \(//∇//)\ thank you!!♡♥︎♡♥︎╰(*´︶`*)╯🍫♡

Yandere Ace x GN!Reader

1.1k words

Prompt:

I’m so happy to have you here with me, I will never want anyone else. You have more of a hold on me than you’ll ever know.

It’s been a few hours since you’ve last seen Ace. An eternity in his book, barely a breath of fresh air in yours. During your precious alone time, you elected to stay in his cabin and tidy up the place. His tendency to just throw shit and leave it wherever it falls left the room in a chaotic state, and that got on your nerves given that this is where you spend almost every waking moment of your day.

Going out amongst the other people on the Moby Dick always left a bad taste in your mouth. They would give you pitying glances at best, but never lend a hand to help. They ultimately cared more about Ace’s well being than yours, and since your presence was directly tied to his mental state, your fate was sealed.

You never asked for any of this. No one wants to get dragged off onto a pirate ship because the captain of it got too attached. You had a glimmer of hope that you may be able to escape after the Spade Pirates were forcibly disbanded by the Whitebeard Pirates, but as already stated. They weren’t much help. At first they couldn’t even get close to you without Ace trying to kill them, but eventually he grew on them. Then they were helping keep you on board, lest he spirals. 

The relationship you had with Ace could be very draining. That fun, rambunctious side of him that had originally drawn you in was only a part of him. A front that he put on. In reality he was an intensely depressed individual that had become much more comfortable showing that side of himself to you.

In normal circumstances, this would be a heartwarming show of trust. Typically this would be a steady step in the right direction to build a healthy relationship, but nothing about your relationship was healthy. The exposure to his depressive episodes felt suffocating more than anything. While he would be sobbing into your chest and clinging to you for dear life, you would be forced to comfort your captor out of pure guilt from seeing him look so broken. You felt more like an emotional support animal than a human significant other some days.

Going back and forth between hating and pitying him was dizzying. Not to mention the bizarre form of codependent love that had been thrown into the mix. You never knew what direction your emotions towards him would go any given day, just like you never knew what kind of a mood Ace would be in.

It was exhausting. You felt like you needed a vacation to recuperate at the end of every day, but you of course never got one. So you would have to settle for the moment of peace you’ve been granted in this messy cabin.

The door is suddenly kicked open and you internally curse. Your quiet moment is done and over with now. You should have cherished it more.

Strong arms lock around your waist, heave you up, and spin you around. Ace seems to be in a good mood today, which is a plus. “(Y/N), I missed you!”

“It’s only been a couple of hours, you’re acting like it’s been months,” you muttered, more to yourself than him.

“What? A couple of hours is a long time, it felt like months.” He had mercifully stopped spinning and was looking around the room. “Where’d all my stuff go?”

You rolled your eyes, “All I did was stuff your dirty clothes into the hamper. Don’t know why you even have that thing seeing as you never use it.” It had a fine layer of dust that would gather over it in between your sporadic uses when you got fed up enough to clean.

“Not everything was dirty, most of those were still good!”

“It’s not “good” if you have to do like three sniff tests to determine that! Just wash that shit!” You were squirming to get out of his grasp, thoroughly irritated from bickering about you cleaning up his laundry.

Ace laughed and shrugged, “Maybe I’ll do it later.” Yeah right. He walked towards your shared, unmade bed and tossed you onto it before throwing himself on top of you. Oh. He’s feeling cuddly today. Great. Well, as long as he doesn’t start crying it won’t be so bad.

A kiss was placed against your cheek with enough force to squish your face, and then he unceremoniously flopped down, further squishing you into the mattress. Instead of using your chest as a pillow like he usually does, he nestled his face into your neck. His arms snaked underneath you to keep your bodies fully pressed together.

The man was a walking furnace, so you were already beginning to sweat. Such a thing didn’t bother him, but it was uncomfortable for you. Not that your discomfort was enough to deter him, you would be stuck in this position until he’d gotten his fill. This was far from the first time you’ve been subjected to this, so you knew what he wanted. One of your hands plucked his already partially dislodged hat from his head and tossed it aside so you could run your fingers through his messy hair, the other one rubbed slow circles on his back.

Ace hummed in contentment from your ministrations, and his body sagged more than it already had against your own. His hair was tangled, a common occurrence for anyone primarily living at sea. Your fingers worked meticulously to undo all of the knots. You weren’t particularly gentle with it, but he wasn’t flinching from every tug so you can’t imagine it was that harsh either.

For a while, nothing is said. Ace enjoys your company, while you feel obligated to acquiesce his wants and desires.

“I’m so happy to have you here with me, I will never want anyone else. You have more of a hold on me than you’ll ever know.” The words are spoken in a hushed whisper directly into your ear.

There it is again. That pesky, traitorous feeling of affection. The flutter of your heart from being so desperately wanted- needed even. Your impulsive inclination to comfort someone so clearly in need even though it’s absolutely not your job to do so. You wanted to “save” him almost as badly as you wanted to save yourself.

It made you question if he was the only one with serious psychological issues here. Have you always had this savior complex, or was it a recent development brought on by your living situation? 

This wasn’t something you wanted to think about today. You sighed and clutched Ace closer. Maybe it would be for the best if you just turned your brain off for a little while? Thinking too hard on your circumstances has never done you any good.

#one piece #yandere one piece #one piece x reader #one piece x y/n #one piece x you #portgas d ace #fire fist ace #portgas d ace x reader #yandere #reader insert #x reader #mostholy

[chocotonez]

skz reaction to their s/o feeling nauseous

a/n: I think this is months late so I’m so incredibly sorry and I hope you’re not still feeling nauseous anon!!

warnings/genre: mentions of throwing up, sickness, no reason stated for feeling sick, g/n reader, lmk if anything else should be tagged!

chan

-so incredibly worried immediately

-if you’re outside he’ll immediately be like “need to go home?? Should we go home?”

-calls you his “poor baby” while cradling you dramatically

-“food? water? cold?? hot??? fever??? chills?!?!?”

-strokes your hair while trying to ease it in anyway he knows possible, even looks up quick ways to help you

-he’s more of a healer and fixer, so he wouldn’t just want to distract you but fix the problem entirely

-lots of kisses until you feel better!!

lee know

-immediately has you in bed with a damp towel over your forehead and fanning you while also making chicken noodle soup and giving you the best of the best treatment

-probably the type to drop “is it because you’re on your phone all the time?” and scold you even if that’s not the reason at all 😭

-he’s devoted to taking care of you but also he hates seeing you in pain, which is why he can seem like he’s scolding u or smth like that

-babies you a bit to make you laugh, pinches your cheeks but his giggles are softer and he tries to relax so he doesn’t make you feel even more sick LOL

-“I’ll always be here to take care of you”

changbin

-notices but he doesn’t want you to feel super duper scrutinized especially if it’s something you can handle yourself

-like dizzy spells and whatnot, but once it hits that your head is spinning and your vision is getting spotty he panics

-“hey let’s get you some water? do you wanna go home? wanna go lay down?” and is dropping a lot of suggestions because you know ur body best!

-but he’ll obviously swoop into take care of you if you’re alright with it, kissing your cheek and trying to comfort you and smother u with love because love is the best medicine

-brushes your hair out of your face and lets you lay on his chest, he wants to remind you that he’s here for you always

hyunjin

-very relaxed about it, not in the way he doesn’t care but in the way he’s confident that he can take care of you !

-he makes sure to ask what you’d like to do though, he’s not really the type to be insistent on getting you to rest but he’ll gladly carry you to bed and get you some water and an advil

-cuddles you non stop and tries to take your mind off of it by telling stories about his day, tries to get you to doze off

-respects your space a lot and understands how it can get overbearing to have someone huddling you when you feel sick

-but no matter if you want him a thousand feet away or holding onto you like a koala bear he’ll be there for you with warm soup and a damp cloth

han

-has a flare for dramatics

-it’s a dizzy spell and you’re nauseous, and obviously he loves you and cares for you but unless there’s a more prominent issue he’ll just take care of you as per usual but with some theatrics to make you smile

-he’s a big distractor unlike Chan, he knows you can get over a nausea episode but he wants to help you get through it through methods other than painkillers and gallon bottles of water

-“oh woe is me, the love of my life has fallen ill to some treacherous curse! fortunately their handsome prince is here to save them with true love’s kiss…” “please just give me the Tylenol”

-pokes your cheek to make sure you’re still alive if you start dozing off because it makes him nervous

-takes funny photos to commemorate the occasion (you don’t think it’s that funny)

felix

-I think he’s much more insistent on you getting rest and taking it easy

-I think that he takes your health very seriously, as he knows personally that it’s best to take care of yourself and he just doesn’t ever want you to be hurt/in pain/uncomfortable

-he might seem a little panicky and rushed with trying to get you feel better but that’s because he really does but want to see you happy and okay again!

-you know those big water bottles that have little inspirational messages encouraging you to drink water?? he gets those for you while you rest up

-if it’s just a short dizzy spell he’ll immediately sit you down with a damp cloth and get you some food

-honestly he’s just the sweetest ever and very attentive to you no matter how minor or fleeting your nausea is

seungmin

-“I’m gonna throw up on you” “don’t you dare”

-has fun with it LOL, but not because he doesn’t care but entirely because he wants to see you smile and distract you from your head spinning

-“heeeeyyyy i brought you some noddle soup but if you throw up I’m gonna call my mom to take care of you because that’s really gross and I don’t wanna deal with that!! xoxo love you so much!”

-but that’s entirely a joke because the second you’re seriously discomforted and hurt he’s on the verge of tears and tending to you

-he’s gonna make it fun so you don’t just…feel nasty and gross and bad, because if you’re stuck with a dizzy spell then he’s gonna make you smile somehow

-sings “you make me feel…better!” to the tune of twice’s feel special while getting you some painkillers

jeongin

-takes it very seriously because he wants to be a good boyfriend for you

-I think that every time he faces a boyfriend scenario (you’re upset, nauseous, you need a ride somewhere…) he really pushes himself to be the best he can be for you

-but also it’s embarrassing if he gets all cheesy on you and he gets flustered if he has to take your temperature or if you start leaning on him because you’re still his super pretty significant other and you always make his heart beat fast

-doesnt really know how to approach on comforting you so he’ll just try to find a solution (i.e nearly calls emergency services)

-“it’s okay! everything’s a-okay!!” and he’s more worried than you are (mainly because the world is spinning and you are this close to leaning over the nearest trash can, so you don’t really have the energy to be as anxious about this as he is)

-“jeongin, babe, can we just go home?? I don’t think you need to take me to the hospital…” “but like…are you sure??”

#I dont think i followed this request very well omg #stray kids reactions #stray kids imagines #stray kids scenarios #stray kids x reader #stray kids blurbs #stray kids fluff #skz reactions #skz x reader

[jishyucks]

B. Material ‣ cbg

‣ pairing: best friend!Beomgyu x female!reader

‣ genre: f2l, fluff

‣ wc: 1.7k

‣ summary: In which the B in 'boyfriend material' stands for Beomgyu; alternatively, where you've fallen for Beomgyu's weird love language and you need to make that clear to him before he thinks otherwise

‣ warnings?: nothing really bad, misunderstanding and accidental eavesdropping, beomgyu being weird, slightly cheesy lmaooo

‣ an: this was just a random draft in my docs and I just wanted to post something real quick so quality might not be there, actually cute imo, the ending is very low-key rushed but it wasn't meant to be longer than 1k lmaooo

“My lady~” 

You look at Beomgyu as if he was crazy, “What the fuck?” Your best friend gestures for you to step out of the car, holding the door open wide enough for you to exit but just enough so it wouldn’t hit the neighbouring vehicle. You can’t tell if he was joking or not. 

“My lady~” Beomgyu repeats. Then he leans forward and whispers, “This is when you get out of the car.” Oh, he was being serious.

Sliding out of your seat, you do just as he suggested, still giving him a puzzled look. What is he on?

Obviously, it isn’t the first time you’ve witnessed Beomgyu act off. It was different this time because he was acting his normal, goofy self before you arrived at your destination. 

Shutting the door, Beomgyu sprints to the front door of the building, opening it before using the same gesture as earlier, “My lady~”

Although your heart should be going crazy at the fact that Beomgyu’s basically calling you his, there was not one inch of you that could take him seriously right now. Not when he looked adorably stupid, “Gyu, we’re at McDonald’s.”

He chooses not to reply, holding the door open as he waits for you to go through. There are people entering and exiting the restaurant, but he doesn’t shift his gaze away from you. He’s waiting patiently, posing as if he were in some kind of ad. 

You sighed and walked through the open door, letting yourself in through the second set. Beomgyu hurriedly follows, sticking to your side and linking your arms. You cock a brow. Skinship between the two of you was certainly not out of the ordinary. Beomgyu has just never linked arms with you before. 

“What do you want to order?” He questions, eyeing the menu, “The same as always?” 

“Yeah, I’m not in the mood for trying anything new right now,” you reply, nodding. 

Beomgyu grins. “Okay, I’ll order for you.” 

Stepping up to the cashier, he almost drags you with him, forgetting that his arms are linked with yours. He chooses to ignore this, ordering for the both of you before bringing his card to the reader to pay. At that, he drags you to pick up counter, joining a few others who were waiting.

“Remind me to pay you back later,” you say quietly. A number is called out, prompting one of the other customers to pick up their food. 

Beomgyu gasps, bringing a hand up to his chest as if you just said something outwardly offensive. You want to laugh but you would be lying if you said you weren’t slightly worried about the boy. 

“What do you mean—” And you imitate Beomgyu’s gasp while giving him a puzzled look. 

Another number is called, leaving you, Beomgyu, and one last customer at the counter. Beomgyu replies, “I’m a gentleman, and a gentleman never lets his lady pay for her meal.” He closes his eyes and smiles proudly and at this point, you’re real close to smacking him on the side of the head to knock out whatever has possessed him. 

You give him a look, holding it in hopes to reel out the reason why he was acting like this. And although you’re burning holes through the side of his face, Beomgyu acts as if nothing’s up, watching the employee gather all of your guys’ food onto a tray. 

Recalling recent events, you try to narrow down why the hell Beomgyu was acting like those dudes in old movies. You don’t put the effort into coming up with a reason this could be happening, but the only possible cause of his behaviour could be that he joined the school’s drama production without your knowledge and he’s doing some sort of method acting. 

Your order’s number is finally called out by the girl at the counter. She pushes the tray towards the both of you before turning back to the kitchen to collect the next order. 

“I got it.” Beomgyu unlinks your arms and picks the tray up. You both decide to sit near the back of the restaurant, next to some windows. 

Just as you’re about to grab your food, Beomgyu takes your food into his hands and places it in front of you himself. Then, he grabs one of the straws, taps it against the table to poke it out of the wrapper, before sticking it into your drink’s cap. He places this in front of you too. 

You look at him, raising a brow, “You know… I could’ve done all of that myself, right?” 

Beomgyu looks completely clueless as he sets his own food, “Yes. But a gentleman always helps his lady out.” 

“Beomgyu…” At this point, it’s getting ridiculous. Method acting or not, you want an explanation from Beomgyu. He’s chewing on his food, eyes set at the centre of the table, obviously trying to avoid any sort of eye contact. 

“Choi Beomgyu,” you repeat. This time you lean down towards the table and try to catch his gaze. Granted that Beomgyu’s attention span was shorter than the average adult, his eyes flicker up to you. 

“Y-yes, my lady?” He lets out a nervous chuckle, grabbing his drink. 

You sit up straight, “Why are you being weird?” You’re straight to the point, but only because you’ve endured this long enough (because 10 minutes is long enough). 

“I’m not being weird,” Beomgyu sips on his drink, putting it back down before moving back to his fries, “This is how I am.” One corner of his mouth quirks.

You quote him, “‘My lady’? ‘Gentleman’? Gyu, I swear in all the years I’ve known you, you’ve never said those words once.” Then you add, “You opened the car door for me, you opened the front door for me… not to mention what you did just now…”

Beomgyu laughs, trying to play it off, “Can’t I just be the nice friend that I am?”

“You know I won’t judge you if you tell me the truth, right?” you say a bit calmer. It’s your turn to take a sip out of your drink.

Beomgyu hesitates to speak, eyes turned down at the table. He wonders if it would be odd to tell you the reason. It did involve him eavesdropping (though he claims it was more of a moment of overhearing). The root of his behaviour wasn’t his business in the first place. What if you got mad at him because of it?

“Do you swear that you won’t judge me?” Beomgyu’s voice is so quiet that you have to lean forward in your seat to hear him clearly, “Do you swear that you won’t get mad at me?”

Now he’s scaring you. But you nod anyway, “I swear.”

Beomgyu takes this as his cue to explain himself. Mentally, he could piece it all together easily. But trying to find the words to explain everything was something else. It all made sense to him personally, but he knew that once he begins speaking, you would be understandably lost. 

“The other day… when I came over without you knowing,” he begins, “I was making my way to your room and you were on a call with your friends.” 

You know exactly where this is going. You only know because Beomgyu was the topic of the night that night. 

“I swear I didn’t want to eavesdrop on purpose but hearing my name, it made me curious.” Beomgyu pauses and crosses his hands, bringing them to his lap out of nervousness. He’s swinging his feet but you don’t notice, “So I listened. And I heard you say that… that you couldn’t see me doing things a boyfriend would do. So, I did all of this to show you that I’m…” He thinks of the perfect way to put it, but unsure with his words, he lowers his volume, “Boyfriend material?”

You take in what Beomgyu just said, not knowing whether you should laugh or reassure him that his problems weren’t as serious as he thought they were because they weren’t. Beomgyu’s assumptions were entirely untrue, being that he did miss a huge chunk of your conversation. He simply misheard and misunderstood what you were going on about that night. 

“Why do you want to prove that you’re boyfriend material that bad?” 

Beomgyu avoids eye contact, shaking his head, “It’s nothing… just… it just hurt my ego a bit.” But you know damn well that Beomgyu’s lying. All the signs were there, but you didn’t want to fish out what he was truly feeling yourself. You wanted him to tell you himself. 

“We were talking about stereotypical boyfriend things,” you start, “Like what you just did. Holding the door open, ordering for me, just the things you’d typically see in movies or shows… but I said that I couldn’t see you doing those things because they weren’t you.

“In movies, the guy would lend his sweater, but you, you push for me to share the sweater with you because body warmth is ‘one-hundred-percent better’ than the warmth of the sweater itself. Other boyfriends, they’d agree to watch whatever his girlfriend wants to please her, but you, you choose to go for something I’ve never watched, and that led me to discover new shows that are actually really good.”

Beomgyu’s starting to feel more confident, eyes flickering between his food and you. 

“You spam me with tiktoks, take the nastiest photos of me without my knowledge, and eat my food without asking me—which some of those things, a typical, picture-perfect boyfriend would never do,” you go on, “You don’t care if you beat me in video games, you untie my shoes when I’m not looking, and you tease me until your heart’s content, but you know what? All those things, to me, are what makes you more boyfriend material than what people usually perceive as boyfriend material.”

“What are you saying?” Beomgyu’s riding a rollercoaster of emotions. He’s unsure whether all of this is a good or bad thing. He needs a direct explanation. 

“I’m saying that you’re boyfriend material in a different way, Gyu. There’s no need for you to do all those things because I’ve fallen for you and the way you show affection.” You feel laughter erupting in your stomach, not believing what you just indirectly confessed. 

Beomgyu’s still in a state of shock from what you just said, jaw nearly dropping onto his lap, “You’ve fallen… for me?” He doesn’t know how to react. He didn’t plan any of this. He simply wanted to show you how he can be boyfriend material. 

You nod sheepishly. 

“Good,” he replies quietly, “Because I’ve fallen for you too.”

#txt #txt imagines #txt scenarios #tomorrow x together #beomgyu x reader #choi beomgyu x reader #beomgyu fluff #beomgyu imagines #beomgyu scenarios #beomgyu reactions #txt x reader #txt reactions #txt fluff #choi beomgyu #beomgyu #beomgyu blurbs #kpop #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #my writings #my txt writings #tomorrow x together imagines #tomorrow x together blurbs

[rafferty3207]

not to be impatient or ungrateful but too good to be true part 3 when 😩

its funny you say that today of all days bestie

Too Good to Be True (part three)

warning: fem!reader, passing mention of creepy dude, angst (but only at the beginning dw), then tooth rotting fluff

A/N: I hope you like this ending! in my mind this is done but not over - I will definitely be doing drabbles of this pair in future, but for now I hope you enjoy!

____

part one | part two

“Oi, prick, are you even paying attention?” Roy barks at Jamie, who is sitting staring at his phone.

“Er, yeah, coach, it’s just -just-”

“Just what? Spit it out?”

“How do ya access your voicemails?”

“Jamie. What the fuck are you talking about?”

He holds up the screen to Roy’s face.

You have a new voicemail.

“Jamie, I wouldn’t worry about it, it's probably some berk trying to sell you organic viagra or something. Now please can we get back to the football?”

“I just need to check Coach. To make sure of…something, but I’ve never listened to a voicemail before.”

“Christ you find new ways to make me feel old Jamie.” But before he can make another comment, Roy notices the sad look in Jamie’s eyes. He hasn’t been his usual irritating self this morning, no sassy quips or anything, and he looks like he’s barely slept. “Who are you expecting a voicemail from?”

Jamie looks up at him with those puppy dog eyes. “Oh for fuck’s sake, it’s that girl isn’t it? What did you do now, you silly twat?” 

“I didn’t do anything. I mean I kissed her -”

“Oh my god, that Simone Biles bollocks was about her wasn’t it?”

“Yeah, but it's an inside joke-”

“Hand me the phone.”

“Er, I dunno-”

“Just give it, Jamie.” Jamie reluctantly passes it over. “You dial a three digit number, which will access your number. You’re on the same network as me so-” Roy types the digits and hands it back. “But once you’re done, you’re doing 50 press ups for wasting my fucking time.” Roy goes into another room.

Jamie raises the phone to his ear tentatively. Of course, it’s you.

___

The gallery session had been, in polite terms, a complete shit show. You were late because you couldn’t figure out how to get into the building, then you couldn't find some of the papers with your plan on them, and therefore you spent several hours using what little you have of your phone battery to try and improvise a plan from your memories. You’re finally done, but by this point it’s almost midnight.

“This is your first exhibition, isn’t it?” Simon, the gallery owner looks at you hunched over, shoving the papers back in the bag.

“Yeah, how did you guess? Don’t answer that, that was sarcasm.” You say, continuing to scramble. “So what’s happening PR wise? Are we sending press releases, inviting reviewers, that sort of thing?”

Simon scoffs. 

“What? I get it I'm a nobody, but what about the big Emin retrospective you’ve got coming up in October? I’ve seen posters for that everywhere.”

“That’s pretty much all her team. Besides, when you’re Emin you don’t need the PR really. Of course, we’ll do our best and we’ve got it on our website and social media of course, but our comms person resigned so at the moment we’re a rather limited team. This is such a short period, it’s an interim show. It’s why we could offer it, but you knew that right?”

“Mhmm, yeah, of course.” You say, biting your lip. You don’t know what you expected, instead wearily picking up your bag.

“Right, I best head off, but I’ll see you in two days!” You power walk off while your voice can still sound fake cheerful. Now how do I go back from here? You wonder, pulling your phone out.

Of course, it dies at that very moment.

“Shit!”

___

You eventually manage to navigate home, although the walk takes three times as long especially after one man seems to walk right behind you for ages until you get to the high street and the tube stops running mid way through, so you have to persuade a nice older woman to look up the bus route on her phone. As you walk into your house and flop onto the couch, you remember.

Jamie.

Fuck. You hoped he didn’t take your note the wrong way. You plug your phone in and sit huddled until the screen turns back on.

11 missed calls. 13 messages.

hey Simone xoxo

out at drinks at the moment but I’ll be back asap xoxo

theres a cocktail i think you’d like here  xoxo

on my way home now! xoxo

where are you xoxo

u alright

u ok???

Where are you??

Just let me know ur home safe (or dont if u dont want to)

Im not asking to be creepy sorry if it came off like that

Im sorry if i scared you off

i shouldn’t have kissed you

Lets just forget it happened

Sorry again

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

Let’s just forget it happened. You felt sick to your stomach. You picked up the phone with incredibly shaky hands and pressed the dial button.

_____

“Er, hey Jamie, it’s me. Sorry to leave you a voicemail, it feels old school doesn’t it? I don’t even know how to listen to my own voicemails, not sure why I’m sending you one. Well I do, I’ve rung a few times and you’re not picking up and everytime I try and say what I want in a text it comes off wrong - ugh, sorry I’m rambling. Anyway, I’m sorry I didn’t reply, my phone has been dead the whole way home and I had to try and find my way back and the tube is shit and buses are shit and all I wanted was for you to come and pick me up in that ugly orange car of yours but I couldn’t. So that’s that. Did you get my note? I completely forgot but I had the exhibition planning session today and everything that could possibly go wrong did and it’s been a fucking nightmare and to be honest Jamie, I don’t know why I’m doing it anymore. I thought this was my one chance to finally become a big shot artist but it turns out I have to market it basically all by myself and I have no time and know barely anyone so let’s be honest, no one is going to come and it will all be forgotten about and I will prove once again I am the failure my father thinks I am.”

Jamie hears a shuddering intake of breath.

“Sorry, I’m rambling again. I’m sorry Jamie. I really did mean to wait for you. I’ve still got your shirt and everything. It’s just, I’m so stressed and I need to finish these paintings but also why should I finish these paintings but also I want them to be perfect and - and - and I don’t want to do this over voicemail but I don’t want to forget about us but also I have so much work to do and I’m so fucked -”

Jamie listens to you choke down a sob, before sniffing.

“I have to go, but call me back or something. Or maybe I could see you at the exhibit? You’ll probably be the only one attending. Goodbye, Jamie. Sorry again.”

Jamie’s heart was breaking, but not in the way he expected. You were so strong for him but all the while there you were, clearly dealing with your own shit and struggling and he hadn’t even noticed. He hated the idea that he had made things worse.

Now, he knew what he had to do.

___

It is the opening night of the exhibit and you are adjusting your hair for the fiftieth time. The gallery had extended their publicity to a small private view with a few glasses of wine and bottles of beer, but that was it. So you had spent the last three days painting almost non-stop, sending the invitations to everyone you know and barely sleeping. You just hoped your makeup would cover the dark circles under your eyes. You had worn your favourite dress and done your hair especially so you would at least feel like the real deal, but that was quickly waning. 

It had been fifteen minutes and not one single person had showed up. The one event staff was already looking at you as if to ask whether they could go home early. You started to look at your phone while downing the glass of wine in your hand. Still not a word from Jamie. You hadn’t heard from him since you sent the voicemail and you felt embarrassed just thinking about it. It seemed like you were going to need more wine.

But then, a man enters. He is wiry, with a blazer and a glorious grey and black shoulder length mane. He is holding a notebook and looking around keenly. You have no fucking idea who he is.

“Can I help you?”

“Ah yes, I’m Trent Crimm.”

“Are you sure you’re in the right place?”

“I’m here for the exhibit Everything In Its Right Place.” You nod, dumbstruck. “Ah, great, don’t mind me.”

You watch him as he looks at each painting before scribbling in his notepad. That was strange.

After him walks in one of the most beautiful women you have seen, followed by a small man wearing glasses.

“Hello, welcome to the Private View!” You say a little bit too loudly, and you worry that the wine may have gone to your head. The woman leans over to you and of course she smells beautiful too. “Hello, I’m Rebecca. Is it alright if some of my friends come in too?”

“Absolutely, the more the merrier!”

A couple more glamorous women file in, as well as some fancy looking older gentlemen in suits. Behind them is a colourful blond haired woman with an Essex accent and a very fluffy jacket, talking about how her PR firm which is on the hunt for new talent. You made a mental note to talk to her later, and as you do she looks over at you and winks, which makes you feel flustered. 

The events staff comes over.

“Are they on the guest list?”

“Oh yeah.” You keenly nod, hoping they are not paid enough to grass you up.

And then walks in a very familiar moustachioed man.

“Why, you must be the modern Louise Bourgeois our Jamie has been speaking so highly of.” You don’t expect the honeyed Southern twang and you find yourself blushing. He’s more handsome than the small picture by Jamie’s bed gave away.

“I wish! Although Jamie knew who Louise Bourgeois was?”

“I mean, I think he is more of a Georgia O’Keefe guy. But I love old Lou Lou. Art is a guarantee-”

“Of sanity. Very impressive -?”

“Theodore Lasso, at your service ma��am. Although my friends call me Ted.”

“Are we friends?”

“I sure hope to be. Jamie will not stop going on about how great you are, so I thought I best see it in person myself.” He offers a hand and you feel yourself go even redder.

“Well, it is lovely to make your acquaintance, Ted.” 

You see Trent’s head has whipped around this point and he is striding towards Ted.

“Ted you’re going to love these paintings -” Trend hooks his arm in Teds and Ted waves you a goodbye as he is quickly dragged off. 

You see all of Jamie’s teammates file in after Ted, including Roy who gives you a little nod. They have all brought people with them, including some women who you swear might be famous models, and before long the room is densely packed. You can’t believe it. You even have a few people come up to you to ask for interviews, and once the Trent man has sufficiently shown Ted around the room several times over, he asks if you want to be profiled for one of the big papers.

“I’ve always liked highlighting promising new talent in any field, and I feel you’d be a great match.” He smiles at you and you feel your stomach start to fizz. The one waiter who has been frantically pouring drinks for the last half hour runs over to you.

“A couple of people want to buy the paintings, are they for sale?”

“All the ones without red dots are, yeah.”

“How much do they cost?”

“How much are they willing to pay?” The waiter runs off and comes back, handing a long list of offers. Your eyes boggle at the amount.

“Fuck me.”

“Someone said they wanted to snap you up before Satchel did or something?”

“I assume they mean Saatchi.” The waiter shrugs. “Call Simon, he’ll help with the sales.

“I don’t think he’ll pick-”

“Send him a picture of the offers. He’ll definitely pick up.”

The waiter hurries off and you stare at the piece of paper. You can’t believe all this is happening. But you still check your phone.

Are you coming?

No reply.

“Ted? I don’t suppose you heard anything from Jamie did you?”

He smiles and taps his nose.

“I’m afraid I was sworn to secrecy.”

You get back to your wine. That would be a weird response if he had told Ted he never wanted to see you again. But the whole day was starting to feel very weird. You decided to pop out for some fresh air.  However, as you walk outside you see a very familiar orange car parked outside. In the driver's seat is Jamie in a suit, holding flowers, staring at his phone.

“You know, I didn't order an Uber.”

Jamie jumps.

“Jesus woman, you nearly scared the living daylights out of me!”

“I could say the same of you. Can I come in?”

He gestures to the seat next to him. You walk around and slide into the car. 

“You look stunning.” Jamie says, looking over you and you suddenly feel very naked in this dress.

“Thanks. It’s certainly an improvement from when you usually pick me up.” You fiddle with your hem. “So can you tell me why you’re sitting outside my exhibit instead of going inside? You’re the only person here who is actually on the guest list.”

He looks back down at the flowers.

“I dunno. I guess I was worried you might not want to see me after, y'know" He nods his head towards you. The kiss. Before you can reply, he starts talking again. "That’s why I got everyone else here first.”

“This was all you?”

He looks out the front of the window.

“I mean the boys wanted to come anyway, but I spoke to Rebecca and Ted and Keeley. It was Ted’s idea to invite Trent, because he knows lots of people at papers, and Keeley knows people through her firm and Rebecca knows loads of rich guys because I dunno, she’s rich and fit -”

You reach over and gently touch his arm.

“Thank you Jamie, this means a lot - ”

“Any time. I just want you to be happy, you know?” You grip his arm a little tighter.

 “But you didn’t have to do any of this. I would have been happy if you were the only person who showed up.” Jamie finally looks at you. You just stare at each other for a moment, saying nothing. At this point you reach over and tenderly place your lips on his. He doesn't resist, immediately putting his hand on the side of your neck. Your hands start wandering down his torso before he pulls away suddenly.

“I don't want you thinking I'm trying to buy you or something. Me and Roy watched Pretty Woman the other week but I swear-"

"I know Jamie. Besides, you haven't even bought a painting yet." You try to laugh him off but he holds you firm.

"I just want you to remember you earned this. You are really, really talented, it's just - it's just everyone needs help sometimes"

You are suddenly struck silent for a moment, your eyes watering.

"Ah fuck, I didn't want to make you cry again!"

You sniff. "This is good crying though, I swear! I just never realised you were so wise."

"Oi you cheeky mare, I'm trying to be nice!" You both laugh, before he reaches over and threads his fingers between yours. "I think I’m in love with you, you know?"

He looks up at you, uncertain. Your stomach is fizzing, but in a way that makes you feel like you could fly. You smile.

"I know. The thing is, I'm in love with you too, Jamie Tartt." You stare at each other, before your lips crash into each other, your hands crawling all over your torsos and necks, your breathing becoming more ragged before Jamie pulls away again.

"Now come on you, this is your big night, remember. We better get inside before we have to go right here in the back like a pair of teenagers."

You place a hand on his thigh. "I mean, that sounds good to me."

""You are gonna be the death of me, I swear." He opens the car door. 

"Actually, to be fair there is one painting I think you should see."

The two of you stroll into the gallery holding hands.

"Fucking finally." Roy exclaims, before patting Jamie on the shoulder. "Now don't fuck it up Jamie, I like this one." You and Roy share a smile. You felt like you had something to thank him for, but you weren’t sure what.

"I see you met Jamie." You turn around to see a small old woman in colourful clothing.

“Sylvia? What are you doing here, I thought you weren’t back for another week?”

Sylvia gestures to a handsome older gentleman in the corner “Of course I had to see your exhibit darling! Now don’t worry darling, I’m staying with one of my good friends.” She winks before leaning in conspiratorially. “You’ll have the flat all to yourself.”

“Sylvia!” You swat her arm.

“What? Your mother told me you were going through a dry spell. I’m just so glad you and Jamie finally got to meet.”

Your mouth is agape. You said that months and months ago -

“Jamie darling, it's so nice to see you again!” Sylvia airkisses Jamie, before swanning off. You lean into the crook of Jamie's shoulder. You’d say you hate how natural it feels, but you fucking love it.

“Do you think Sylvia set this whole thing up? Between you and me?”

“Well, she did keep telling me she knew the perfect woman for me, with a fantastic arse-”

“Jamie!” You poke his cheek. “Although speaking of fantastic arse, let me show you my painting!” You drag him over to the biggest painting in the room. It is rich and vibrant and while somewhat abstract, almost definitely a nude. “What do you think?”

“I think it will be perfect in my living room. Well, almost perfect.”

“Almost? What else could be more perfect than this?” You gesture to the bum cheeks.

Jamie rolls his head as if mulling it over.

“You?”

You roll your eyes. “Oh my god Jamie Tartt, where did you pick up such a naff line? You’re lucky you are very handsome.” You reach up to kiss him, your fingers brushing his neck and jaw. and he leans to whisper in your ear. 

“You know, now you’re gonna be a famous artist now, someone may actually try to kidnap you. You might need some form of security.”

“True. Do you know anyone?”

“No.” You laugh. “But I do know an excellent driver. And he does know a lot of excellent private spots.”

“How soon can he start?”

“How about right now?” You take his hand in yours.

“Sounds perfect to me.”

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Ah hope you all enjoyed this two silly billys in love! Pls send me requests of any headcanons/drabbles you'd be interested in seeing that I can bash out while working on this new juicy Roy Kent fic!!

@thebookwormlife @taytaylala12 @eugene-emt-roe @skewcherries @okkkkkkkksure @beingalive1 @gothicwidowsworld @atjamesbbarnes @e-mmygrey

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[lightlycareless]

Heyy !!

I just wanted to request if you could write something about Naoya punishing us🤭😭 you can choose why he’s punishing us cuz I don’t have any ideas ;)

And like I was rereading some chapters of your fic with Naoya and omg like , your writing is really good I literally felt in a romance book , the way you wrote each character is amazing too and I just really appreciate your work I hope you will keep writing it 😭

Heya anon!!

Of course!!! I actually had to think a bit as to how he'd punish us... or more like how I would write it, since these are two things I'm not really that experienced with yet (Naoya is always rough, I mean, when does it become a punishment? or so that's my perception lol)

But I eventually settled with something I wanted to try :) I feel like Naoya would really love doing something like this when he's not that involved with you (He's busy lmao)

Anyways, here are the warnings: slight exhibitionism? One of Naoya's brother's got very unlucky. Use of vibrators, plugs, or so. kind of dub-con if you think about it, Naoya is also a manipulator, you're an enabler. Minors DNI!!!

Now, without further a do, happy reading!

“Y/N, are you…  alright?” After much debate, a member of your staff member, Mariya, says after silently observing the rising fluster of your cheeks or the slightest hesitation in your usually nimble hands.

“Ye—yeah.” You murmur, taking breath and exhaling. “I’m just overwhelmed, that’s all.”

“Oh, are you sure you don’t want to take a break?” she suggests, which you deny almost immediately by shaking your head.

“No, I just—I’ll be fine.” You insist, and Mariya begrudgingly lets you continue, attempting her best to move past her concern and focus on her duties.

But when she sees you struggle on the simplest of tasks yet again, she’s quickly reminded that more than helping you complete your duties, she’s there to ensure your well-being; so, after relegating part of your responsibilities to nearby staff, and essentially forcing you to accept this change, Mariya leads you onto your bedroom, intending to let you rest and recover—

Until bumping onto Naoya on the way there, who after taking a quick glance at your dismayed appearance, immediately relieves Mariya of her obligations and takes you to the bedroom himself.

A gesture she takes with great elation, glad that your husband had always been attentive to you—no doubt in her mind that you’re in much better hands now…

If only he weren’t the reason behind your ailment.

“So much for holding decorum, my love…” he says upon firmly closing the door behind him. A tone so threatening, you quickly turn around to face him and spew out your defense.

“Naoya—I wasn’t—Mariya didn’t—” you gasp.

“No, I get it.” He says. “She’s your friend, your loyal companion, someone that gives you security. Were you intending to gang up on me with her, perhaps? Use her to avoid the inevitable?”

“What? N—no…!” you fretted, he closes the distance between the two. “Nao—ya—”

“On the futon—now.”

You obey immediately, making your way over to the futon and taking a seat just by the edge, fingers fidgeting amongst with other before mustering enough courage to glance up to him, flinching when seeing the smirk on his face, the indication his following acts would be nothing but etched with dark intentions—

Something you were nothing but fearful, and unprepared to face.

“You know what you ought to be doing, princess” Naoya says as he walks over to you. You try your best to move away from him, far and safe from his retribution…

But too deep into your own terror, all you could do instead is whimper as you remained there, anxiously taking in the scrutinizing way his eyes scan your body.

If he noticed the result of such struggle, he did not say. Yet, it wouldn’t take much to guess that your reaction, far from offending him, would only excite him.

“Don’t act all innocent now, it’s unbefitting of a whore like you.” He frowns. “Do not make me repeat myself.’

Pushing through the fear and embarrassment your following actions were to provide, your hands carefully grip the edges of your kimono skirt and lift it, effectively revealing the culprit behind your shaky morning, a sight that makes Naoya’s satisfaction grow, kneeling to your level so he could get a better look at the situation you’ve gotten yourself in—

All because you were a needy princess for attention.

Filling your cunt, was a vibrator that had been diligently working the moment Naoya placed it within you early in the morning—faithfully keeping you company throughout your various duties while he cruelly played with its settings from afar.

He’d either give you a false sense of comfort by lowering the vibrations, almost undetectable, enough to allow your mind to dwell onto other matters… before reminding you of your naivety by rising it to the maximum and forcing you onto disconcerting consequences.

There was no way Naoya knew where you were, or whom you were with when alternating between settings, but you wouldn’t put it beneath him to have found a way to do so—specially with what happened earlier: to the moment you were pushed dangerously close to the edge, a simple matter of enduring few more seconds of stimulation before coming undone—

And right before one of his brothers, the most innocent of all: Naofumi.

At that, you couldn’t help but suspect Naoya knew what you were doing all along, carefully planning the moment where Naofumi would naturally worry if you were ok, if you’ve perhaps been struck with an unprecedented sickness, and if there was something he could do to help you…

Before finally placing the pieces together the longer your heavy breathing went on, as the color in your cheeks deepened.

Once evident, Naofumi quickly excused himself and sprinted past the door, into the hallways and away from the scaring image of his sister-in-law having an orgasm right before him.

Oh, Naoya would’ve undoubtedly killed to see something like that.

But for now, he supposes he’ll do with what he has now.

“Fits you quite well, doesn’t it?” he says, fingers teasingly sliding across the edge of your lips, giving them a light pull and getting a better view of its lovely pink color, before licking his lips at the way your bud twitches, eventually refocusing on the other equally cruel part of this intricate arrangement:

A nicely fitting plug placed in your ass, capable of stimulating your greedy rim through various vibrations, yet decorated with a beautiful shiny pink jewel—because a desperate princess like you still deserved only the nicest.

“I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to satisfy your needy holes, but of course, my beautiful wife can never disappoint.”

Unless, of course, when you did.

“Naoya—” you whine, invertedly pushing your hips into his touch, crying when he pulls away. “Naoya please—”

“Are you serious?” He laughs, as if he couldn’t find your behavior any more amusing. “Didn’t you have enough today? You still want more?”

“I want—I want you—” you breathe, trying to rub your legs together, his hands stop you.

“Of course you do, slut.” Naoya spats. “Can’t get enough of that can you? It’s how you got into this situation, after all—because like the desperate whore you are, you always have to be looking for someone to fuck you.”

“No— No Naoya.” You frantically shake your head, before trying your best to reach for him—Naoya pushes you back. “I only want you!”

“That’s not what it looked like that day.” He growls, releasing his grasp over you, soon hearing his pants unfastening—the sight and sound sends a jolt of heat towards your cunt, making you clench in eagerness. “Don’t lie to me!”

“I would never—ah!” Naoya shuts you by landing his hand against your cunt, a loud slap and a stinging aftermath leaving you to ponder on your supposed lies. “I could never—I could never do that! —I love—”

But your words weren’t ones he could consider truthful anymore, not when he’d seen the evidence with his own two eyes:

The infuriating image of you gleefully laughing alongside his brother, the most insufferable of all, Naoaki, when he’s told you countless times to keep the fuck away from him.

Sure, he could admit knowing you were only being amicable for his sake, upkeeping your reputation as respectable lady of the house and honoring all that Naoya has worked for—but it still angered him, in such way many wouldn’t be able to comprehend, not even in the slightest, because just as he knew you, he also knew his brothers.

Saw right through their envious intentions, their jealous, lustful motivations.

Which only fueled him to let everyone know you were his.

That he’s the one you married, the one he’s claiming every single night, filling with his seed, chanting his name like it was some kind of prayer, and soon—carrying his child.

Seems a reminder is long overdue. And what better way to do so than continuously putting you through a state his foolish brothers could only dream of achieving…

But to Naoya, all he had to do was ask.

“I love you” you whimper when he pulls out the vibrator from your cunt, swiftly and without warning, leaving you empty, yet eager, for you wholeheartedly expected this agonizing void to be replaced by his intoxicating warmth…

You’d get it, of course, but not the way you anticipated, nor wanted—for Naoya would tell you that in order to obtain what you desired, you’d have to convince him you’re worthy of his cock, the pleasure you’ve been agonizingly longing for, even when overstimulated—

And like the ever-dutiful wife, you’d oblige, taking his member into your mouth and eagerly bobbing your head up and down his shaft, doing your best to show just how much you loved the entirety of him—from the tip of his head, to the prominent vein on the underside… there’s nothing more blissful than to be filled to the brim with his hardness and seed.

When feeling him close to his release, through the familiar sound of his shaky voice, tightly shut eyes as his head is thrown to the back, while heavily grunting just how good you’re making him feel, you tried to pull away from him, make him reconsider finishing inside your cunt instead.

But once more, you weren’t to receive such blessings—not when you had yet to comply with the cruel requirements of said punishment—so instead, Naoya simply pulls you back to his cock, nose against his pelvis as he does one, two, three more thrusts before emptying his seed into your mouth.

You moan at the warm strings flooding your throat, hands tightly clenching at his legs as you do your best to fight against the choking sensation his intruding member forced onto you—but as difficult this task was, your mind could only focus on the fire underneath, and the desolation you were dying to ease—

“N—No, Naoya…!” you’d cry when realizing that the only time he’d touch your cunt was to fill you with his seed but void of the pleasure he’d always given you when doing so. Instead, relegated solely to preserve his future heirs, safely guarded deep into tight walls and sealed with the same vibrator as before, to ensure nothing goes to waste. “It’s not—It’s not fair!”

A cry that makes him smirk, before his face turns sour at seeing your hands reach for your bud, undoubtedly seeking release through your own merits, him quickly peeling it away.

“If you touch yourself one more time—I’ll have you walk naked around the estate!”

There’s sincerity behind his tone, all the intentions of keeping his words if you fail once more, clear in his eyes.

And thus, without putting up a fight, you sorrowfully accept his condition, tears in your eyes as you’re bound to face another hour yet again without coming undone through the care and warmth of your husband.

Though Naoya would remind you that his actions aren’t of a cruel man, but rather, of fair one, by pressing a kiss on your cheeks, lips wiping away your tears as he sweetly reassures you…

“Just don’t do it next time, ok?” Naoya coos as he places a soft peck onto your lips, you continue quietly sobbing. “You know how I feel when you talk to my brothers… do you really want it to be like this, always?”

You shake your head.

No, of course not. You’d rather die than make your husband upset.

“Then be a good girl and do as I say.” Naoya carefully grabs your face, making you turn to him—watery eyes looking up to his surprisingly soft, promising ones. “Can you do that? Can the future mother of my children obey me?”

At the promise of becoming the mother to his heirs, your heart flutters, a soft smile appearing on your lips before eagerly revealing your response.

“Yes.”

A guarantee that would briefly provide a glimpse of your undying loyalty towards him, willing to do not only that, but more—from keeping your hands away from your burning cunt, eyes stray of all men but him, to eagerly taking his seed and only his seed, preparing for the day you’d announce you were with child…

There was nothing you wouldn’t do for Naoya. Happy to accept your punishments for actions you weren’t even aware of…

As long as you had his love.

I was actually upset that I didn't write y/n wearing a vibrator/plug on this oneshot over here, like, commit to it, you know?! That would've sent Naoya over the edge waaay earlier.

Also, thank you so much for your lovely words!! I'm so glad you're liking my fic so far :') It's always such an honor... and I've long promised myself that even if it took me a while, I will finish it!! I have to... I owe it to myself and y'all....

Anyways, thank you so much for sending in this ask!!! :> I hope it was worth the wait! I got to write something I wanted to try out... hehe. Totally worth it.

Now, take care and hope to see you soon ❤️

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[aclowntiny]

Hiii! Love your writing 💕

Was wondering if you could do a San + firsts? I love those 😭🫶🏻

Of course!!! Can’t wait to for this star 🌟!!!

San + Firsts

First Date: Of course San wants to spend time with you and all he can dream about is an adorable first date, but maybe just maybe there’s an agenda in it for him when he invites you to an animal café. After all, anyone he’s going to be in a relationship with has to be a good pet parent! Plus the sun is filtering in through the windows, all the cute fluffy babies are just begging to be pet, and your smile lighting up is one of the most precious things San’s ever seen.

First Time Holding Hands: You’re on a date at the carnival, lights dancing around you. San is looking at it all with wonder, but it seems you have other plans to get out of it all. “Let’s go in the haunted house!” You exclaim. “Why?” San whines. “Can’t we stay out here?” He isn’t the biggest fan of scary stuff, which you know, but maybe you’ve got something up your sleeve. “I’ll hold your hand,” you purr leaning closer and intertwining your fingers with his, “keep you nice and safe.” A smirk creeps onto your lips at the way San blushes. “Alright, if you really want to we can go,” he sighs, cheeks reddening as you pull him toward the dark doorway.

First Kiss: It happens the same day you first take his hand, this time back out in the safety of open, fried-treat-and-mist-scented funfair air. Moving on with a pouty San from the haunted house, you swear to spoil him rotten with games and fun to his heart’s content as a thank you. He wants to impress you, though, so soon San is taking the helm of a little water shooting stall, dropping a few bills to try his hand at dropping down

First ‘I Love You’: You provide warmth at San’s side as you two wend down the beach, your arm tucked tightly in his. Beneath the crashing water is your voice telling him everything you love about the sea: how powerful it feels to you, how close to the very forces of nature themselves you feel. He watches your expression, the awe and wonder upon your face, and all San can think of is how you're describing the way how his heart feels in the presence of yours. No way can he keep this to himself. “You're far more magnificent than the sea could ever hope to be, and my heart feels just as drawn to the waves of yours.” You giggle at that, beautiful eyes peering shyly ay him as you ask if that’s a quote from a book. “Just me,” he shakes his head, “why? Too much?” It isn’t. You love his words, beam at the way he tells you love makes him do crazy things. “Like this,” he breathes, pulled in by your gravity until your lips meet. “I really do love you,” he tells you when you pull away. “And I you,” you reply, beaming still as your foreheads lay met.

First Fight: It isn’t even the situation, it’s what you say. “Geez, can you please stop sulking?” San’s been sitting there hardly moving with a sad expression on his face, and while you always feel for him this time it isn’t helping you move forward from things. Your outburst has the opposite effect, however, and his head leans back suddenly as he looks for all the world like a kicked puppy. “I- I’m sorry. I didn’t think you of all people would be like this, though,” he adds at the end, voice barely above a whisper. “Be like what, a jerk? I just think we should try to make the best of things is all, and-” “That doesn’t change how I feel!” San shoots back. “Sorry I’m not a better actor.” Something about those words shake you, snap you out of the buzz of annoyance surrounding you. Uncrossing your arms, you sigh. “No, no. I’m not trying to invalidate you or anything, I just…I’m disappointed too. Seeing you upset just made it that much worse and I couldn’t take it. I shouldn’t have snapped.” “It’s ok. I shouldn’t act like it’s the end of the world, I’m just-” “Shhh, shh, there’s nothing wrong with being emotional. Let’s just enjoy next time, ok?”

First Anniversary: San is such a romantic he FOR SURE treats you even on your hundred days! He’s at your door with a teddy bear holding a bouquet, arms open ready to take you wherever you want to go, that cute necklace you’d had your eye on, you name it he’s got it! He’s overtaken with joy at your smile, musing how happy he is to have reached this point with you.

First Pet: Beside Byeol of course 💅🏻 because his sister often has her, you get a kitten of your own for San to spend time with whenever he can! Your choice is a lovely little brown tabby you call Choco 🤎 your very own Sanrio character at home!

#ateez #ateez imagines #ateez reactions #ateez x reader #ateez scenarios #san #san x reader #san x gender neutral reader #gender neutral reader #firsts with ateez #ask #anon #requested

[etherrreal]

“would you be mine(craft)?”

Pairing: kenma x gn!reader Genre: fluff, friends to lovers Summary: your dating life sucks, Kenma’s dating life sucks, so what’s there to lose if you just date each other? WC: 1,670 Warnings: N/A A/N: honestly, if one single person asks for it, i’ll write their date just because i love writing for kenma lol -Luna (and here’s part 2 for your convenience~)

You’ve been in this position before: holding the hand of your date as you approach your apartment building, turning to him with a polite smile on your face as you share some general kind words about the night. Then he starts to slowly lean in, head tilting and eyelids falling shut, seeing if you’ll reciprocate the gesture, which you do.

And it's like it always is: he kisses you and you kiss him back. It's fine. It's a perfectly serviceable kiss, and you know that the idea of fireworks and unicorns jumping over rainbows the moment you kiss someone is a fantasy sold to you by Hollywood, but you've definitely had kisses from previous partners—or, hell, even previous breakfast burritos—that sparked more emotion than the one you're engaging in right now.

But that's how you know it's not really fine. And when you pull away and open your eyes again, you muster up the most convincing smile you can while bidding your date goodnight and heading into your apartment building. And as you stare at the bright red number count up, riding the elevator to your floor, you already know that you're not going to be reaching out to plan another date. Instead, you’ll be sending the same very formal text you've sent so many times before about how you enjoyed your time but simply "didn't feel a spark" and you hope he has good luck with his dating life in the future.

And you pray that maybe this time he won't spam you with vulgar texts calling you the worst names possible.

...Maybe you should just start ghosting, instead.

You're on autopilot as you enter your quiet, dark apartment, flicking on the light and kicking off your shoes. You take the back of your hand to wipe your mouth because you can still feel your date’s spit on your lips, and something about it feels invasive. Your purse gets tossed onto the couch, followed by your body, and you're whipping out your phone to copy and paste the classic rejection text you now have saved in your notes app for your convenience. It's quite sad, if you think about it, but that's why you try not to.

The ink hasn't even dried yet, so to speak, before you call your best friend Aina to update her on the outcome. The line rings only twice before she picks up.

She shoots right out the gate with the important questions. "How’d it go? Is he hot? Is he rich? Tell me everything!"

"It was okay,” you answer, trying –and failing– to keep the sigh out of your voice.

"Yikes. Just 'okay?' That doesn't sound like second date material."

"I just felt like there wasn't any interest from both sides. It kinda felt more like a job interview than a date." You hold the phone against your shoulder as you attempt to toe off your socks and remove your now uncomfortable pants. "I'll give him props for keeping a conversation flowing, though."

"Yeeeeeah, we shouldn't applaud a fish for swimming," she remarks. You let out a laugh, nearly fumbling the phone in your pantsless pursuit. "Did you guys kiss?"

"We did, at the end, after he walked me home, but again, nothing. It was more of a 'last chance to salvage this' kiss than a romantic one." Your phone buzzes against your shoulder and you pull away to check the notification, seeing the dating app symbol at the top of your phone. "I texted him a bit ago telling him it didn't work out, and he just responded, agreeing."

"Well, at least he wasn't rude about it."

"We shouldn't applaud a fish for swimming, remember?" You double-check the time and let out a heavy, exhausted sigh. "Well, I'm going to take a shower and wash my face and scrub my lips."

"It was that bad?"

"No, just... Wet."

"Ew. I'm so sorry. Enjoy your shower, and I'll talk to you later!"

You hang up with a goodbye and manage to peel yourself off the couch, though not without a series of grunts and groans like a middle-aged father. A warm shower sounds like exactly what you need to turn your night around from ‘meh’ to ‘decent.’ 

And a boiling hot, 15-minute shower is what you had. With fresh, cozy pajamas on and lotioned skin, you drag your slippered feet toward the kitchen, feeling a craving for some kind of snack after the average dinner meal you had earlier tonight.

As you stand there with the cupboards open, you glance at the clock on the microwave—still off by an hour from when the time changed—and wonder if anyone’s in the Minecraft realm at the moment. Probably Kenma.

You grab the first bag of chips you see and head to your bedroom, getting comfortable in front of your computer so you can boot up Minecraft. You’re in the game for maybe a minute before you hear the Discord chime, a message waiting for you from Kenma.

ken-ma dick fit in your mouth:: 💻📞🗣️? call me by y/n:: …are you asking me to get in the voice channel?? ken-ma dick fit in your mouth:: 👍 call me by y/n:: bet call me by y/n:: also, whoever changed your username is a funny guy 😉 ken-ma dick fit in your mouth:: 🖕

With an evil chuckle, you pull out your headset and plop it on your head, switching channels and waiting patiently for Kenma to join. Shocking to no one, it takes only a few moments for his name to pop up.

“Yo, what’s up?”

“Hey,” he greets, his character popping up in front of yours and crouching, throwing down bread in front of you. “How’d your date go?” 

“It went absolutely terrible!” You attempt to joke about it, but the bitterness seeps through. “He was an okay dude, but there was absolutely no chemistry, whatsoever. It was like having a meeting with a coworker.” 

“What is that, like, the third failed date this month?” 

“Oh god, please don’t say that out loud. It makes me feel bad,” you say with a lighthearted chuckle. 

“Sorry.”

“Nah, it’s fine. Sometimes I just wonder if it’s me, ya know? Like, am I the problem, or is it the type of guys that I’m going after?” You pause your mining, pondering all the failed dates, and if there’s some kind of common denominator between them all. Or maybe that common denominator is you? 

Kenma makes a noise of disagreement, saying nothing more as he continues breaking down lines of cobbled deep slate, pausing to mumble ‘zombie’ as he shoots him dead, the little jingle of EXP loud in your ears. 

“Anyway, enough about my depressing dating life. How’s yours? Did you end up asking out that one girl you were telling me about?” 

He lets out a heavy sigh. “Yeah. She had a boyfriend.”

“Oof. That had to suck. Sorry, man. Looks like we’re both striking out lately.”

Usually, he’d hum in acknowledgment, like he tends to do when there’s nothing else he can add to the conversation, but still wants you to know you’ve been heard. Instead, you notice there’s an odd silence, like he’s planning on adding something more.

Kenma clears his throat, and you hear him shift his headset. “When I told Kuroo, he said that we should just go out to put each other out of our misery.” 

Of course he did. That seems like a very Kuroo thing to say, but a very weird Kenma thing to relay to you. He’s probably gotten similar comments from his friends—like you have from yours—before, the kind of friends who believe that a woman and a man can’t be friends without wanting to fuck each other, but you wouldn’t know because he’s never cared enough to tell you about it. But he wouldn’t bring it up now if he didn’t think there was some kind of truth to it… Right?

“I… don’t really have anything negative to say about that idea. It wouldn’t be the worst idea he’s had,” you say, although the idea of admitting Kuroo was right makes you a little sick. 

The continued silence is deafening, and it gives you a lot of time and space to think about whether or not you should regret what you just said. The idea of going out with Kenma hasn’t crossed your mind since your friendship began years ago, and even then, it was fleeting. Over time, you’ve built such a strong friendship that you’ve never felt the need to throw in a romantic aspect to the relationship.

And you meant what you said. You don’t object to the idea of dating Kenma. Both your friends and Kenma’s have commented in the past that you’re like the same person. You’ve never fought, and any disagreements that you’ve ever had, non-game related, have been solved so smoothly that you don’t really see them as disagreements at all. The friendship you have is so stable that even if the date were to fail, it’d be incredibly easy and not awkward in the slightest to fall back into your old routine as just buddies. 

Your heart is in your throat when his voice finally breaks the silence. “Okay. How does next Saturday sound?”

“Sounds good to me,” you agree, a smile growing on your face. 

You spend the next few hours gaming, as usual. Neither of you brings up the date again nor makes any kind of sly reference to it, and you both continue speaking like it’s any other night. You can’t help but wonder for a moment if the whole date agreement was just an exhaustion-induced fever dream.

But after you’ve both signed off for the night, you receive a notification for a Google Calendar invite from Kenma titled “Date with Y/N 💐” set for next weekend, and you realize, with sudden butterflies in your stomach, that the whole conversation wasn’t a dream, and you’ll be going out with your best friend next Saturday.

You can hardly wait.

Written by: Luna

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is Sigma 3 years old?

anon asked: Asking very seriously, please don’t get mad… It’s probably (definitely) my fault for having bad reading comprehension, but why do people say Sigma isn’t 3? I really thought he was… What am I misunderstanding? I don’t want to embarrass myself by claiming that he’s 3 if he actually is not. Thank you in advance!

so the reason people think Sigma is 3 is because of a misunderstanding with how The Book works, and I'll try my best to explain here: 

The Book essentially connects all possible universes. so, think of all the times in BSD when if a character had made a slightly different decision, the story would be completely different- that's an alternate universe. and as far as we know, they go on to infinity. 

 The Book also contains writing that details everything that has happened so far, in a novel format. so, when a character gets their hands on it, if they want to change their world they must continue writing the story in the same format. this means that they need to take into account the characters, lore, and setting when they write. 

once the change has been written into The Book, it appears that it just magically appears into the canon universe, but that's not true! The Book takes the information from an existing alternate universe, and it is sent to the canon universe. so for example, when the DOA got hold of a page, they wrote a plot-twist into the story: the ADA is actually the terrorist organisation responsible for the recent acts against Yokohama. this didn't require for the actual ADA members to be swapped out; instead, the world's understanding of their role changed. the understanding is what was swapped. 

I hope that makes sense so far.. anyway, onto Sigma! 

we still don't really know why or how Sigma was taken from his home universe- maybe this is something we'll start to learn as we dig into Fyodor's past? but anyway, based on our understanding of how The Book works, it makes sense that Sigma was taken from his home and abandoned in a new world. 

even if we didn't understand The Book, I'd argue this point because: 1. he's a grown man, and so far we don't have any evidence of kids who mature freakishly quick; 2. he constantly laments that he wants things like a family and a home; I personally see this as his subconscious aching for his past; 3. back on the grown man thing, Sigma acts with the maturity of an adult, which is yet another thing we don't see just magically appearing in BSD- characters have to work for it

so in all, it makes more sense that Sigma was transported from his universe into canon, rather than magically appearing out of nowhere 3 years ago! 

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#in a sense it's like travelling to a different country #your age doesn't reset every time you visit a new place #but that might be a cool fic idea #anyway #bsd #sigma #bungou stray dogs

[bonerzformaniacs]

Yo YO ! what’s up everyone ?? I’m actually new here on tumblr, so I am completely clueless but hopefully can work it out :3

>> WIP << this is actually a redraw from the last time I drew these characters but I present Love (purple), Echo (blue), star (red) and Whole or Xanthos ! (Yellowish) they’re characters from an AU of mine ! Which is ahem,,, Cj HMS,, I’ve been hyperfixated on them for a while so why not ?? As obvious as it is Love works as the heart, Echo as the mind, Star as the soul and their one whole, i do have all their backstories kind of worked out !! To start with Echo and loves “incident” basically a terrible argument turning into physical fighting and love getting carried away strangling echo due to letting his emotions get the best of him and almost killing echo, for echo to stop love from killing him he grabs loves knife hanging from his belt and slashed his right eye blinding him . That gets love off guard and in pain, while screaming and crying he does get off backing up holding his eye trying to stop the blood and stinging since it was tears and blood mixing in that eye, making his vision blurry . Echo then catches his breath and holds onto loves knife causing it to the change the color >> I’ll explain that in another post ! << despite love now being blind in one eye, he does notice the knife changing color and immediately reacts not wanting echo to claim his weapons . He grabs the other knife from his belt, charging at echo and stabbing him right in the middle of his hand making him drop the knife and scream in AGONY ! love does twist the knife causing the wound to become bigger and damaging the nerves and veins for echos hand, >> which he can now barely use that hand, his right one too sadly his good one as well << and pulls out the knife quickly backing up before echo could do anything, but he didn’t since the adrenaline was causing echo to react very slowly but yet the pain was too much to bare . Both Love and Echo were in immense pain and had too much adrenaline to make any other moves, and eventually passing out from all the blood loss and such . Star does find them and help them out though, there are other incidents that happen throughout their life which is,,, interesting ! But I cant wait to explain it more deeply throughout my posts here, or even explain their characters more and how differently they work, I hope this explaining made sense if not ask me questions ! I’ll be sure to answer my best if anyone’s curious or just have silly questions <:] . But yeah that’s it for now, Also a bit excited go post my silly work here ! Hope this was something for you all especially with some little back information now ! Sooo RAGH !!

#original art #chonny jash #chonnys charming chaos compendium #digital art #original character #alternate universe #art #oc art #silly art #silly little guy #artwork

[mitchywitchythings]

Simptober 2022

Midnight Emergency

Summary: Late night pees are always unpleasant, but even more so when your boyfriend can’t seem to let you go!

Warning: Bathroom embarrassments, Clingy as FUCK but that’s alright being clingy is cute, Fuck ton of FLUFF

Pairing: Todoroki Shoto X Fem! Reader

Word count: 759 words

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Waking up in the middle of the night with hot and cold arms wrapped around my waist, the unforgiving rain kept its heavy pitter patter on the window to our side. His grip around me never loosen, only in fact tightening as though scared that I were to disappear if they loosen even just a bit. It was very sweet and adorable, I’ll admit had it not been for the fact that I had to go to the toilet quickly to do my business.

Shoto wasn’t that of a heavy sleeper. One shake or whisper of his name and he would bolt up like a cat, reasoning that of his childhood trauma when his father would wake him up in the middle of the night to train until dawn would arise.

“Sho? You need to let go, I gotta go to the bathroom…“ I whispered softly into his ears

Just like I said before, he slightly jolted like a cat, eyes widening as he fully woke up in an instant. The ends at the back of his hair rising straight up like a soldier. For a second, fear flashed in his eyes before he came back to Earth and grounded himself, that he was safe and wasn’t in his childhood home where his father would abuse him endlessly with brutal training.

“What time is it?” He asked, now that he calmed down

“I’m not sure and I don’t want to check…” I whispered gently, trying to wriggle out of his strong grip, “Sho, I really need to go pee…”

“... Can I come with you?” He pleaded tiredly

“... No-” I replied quickly, clearly embarrassed at his request

“I won’t look, I promise. I’ll turn around and cover my eyes.” He pleaded again but now with the best puppy eyes he could muster.

‘Agh! Damn him and those puppy eyes! My only weakness…!’ I cursed at myself. Shoto knew if there’s something I couldn’t resist it was those puppy eyes. One look and I would burn the whole world in his favor, it’s a powerful thing he had over me. God, I just love him too much! I better learn to resist those adorable eyes.

“Fuck, fine. You win this time!” I cursed at him to which he gave me a small smile, “Why would you even want to come with me?” I pouted

“I don’t want to let go of you, let’s just hold hands. Like I said before, I won’t look so don’t worry.”

“It’s still embarrassing though…” I pulled away from him and got up heading to the bathroom with him tailing me, whilst hold my hand with his left hand, quirk slightly activating.

Now in the bathroom, he turned around, still holding my hand, “Sho, you need to let go. I can’t do it like this.” I bit back my frustration

‘Of all times to be clingy, why right now?! Like I’m okay with it, but coming with me to the toilet just so that he doesn’t let go of my hand, is a bit too much isn’t it?!’

“You can do it with one hand.” He replied, uncaringly

“Sho…”

“No” He spoke firmly

What Shoto wants, Shoto gets. That’s what you learned after a while of dating him. If he wants something, he’ll get it no matter what. Pulling down your pajama shorts with one hand wasn’t as easy as you’d think, mostly because you had to keep a firm grip on Shoto’s hand or he might just throw a tantrum.

It was embarrassing as you did the deed. Shoto was just as embarrassed as you but was able to hide it better since he wasn’t facing you. With bright blushing cheeks and a bite of his lower lips, his palms began to sweat profusely, he just hopes you don’t realize that.

You were also having the same reaction as him, albeit even more toned up. As because you were doing the deed. You both couldn’t tell who was having sweaty hands anymore as both of you were sweating profoundly.

Shoto swore he was going to burn that memory when his eyes accidentally drifted onto the mirror for a second. He spotted you, covering your entire face with a single hand while you sat down on the toilet with your-

Yeah, he’ll keep those details to himself. Let’s just say after that it was an extremely awkward night, but you managed to turn it around when you went to bed as you nuzzled and clinged onto him, too embarrassed to face what happened in the toilet.

#Simptober #mitchywitchythings #shoto todoroki x you #bnha shoto todoroki #todoroki shoto #shoto todoroki #shoto x reader #todoroki x reader #bnha shoto #mha todoroki #shoto todoroki x reader #todoroki shoto x reader #Drabble

[makesometime]

I had a request from @indoodlingmadness and @skeletonxqueen to write a sequel to my hair-braiding Tav/Astarion fic in which Astarion actually proposes.

I mostly managed that, I think. This is just a quick little fun thing, which I hope you both like.

(G-rated, ~800 words, named female drow Tav, more hair braiding and mistaken proposals, eventually fixed)

#

It's only been a couple of hours when Diina walks back into their house, the traitorous book tucked back in its place on the bookcase. She calls out a happy greeting on her way to the kitchen and he does his best to return it without any sort of hesitation. 

Dagger's mew from his shoulder tells him he probably failed. 

“Yes yes.” He sighs, scratching the top of their head. “Point well made.”

Eventually, Diina finishes her chores and finds her way to rest in his doorway, arms crossed over her chest in a familiar stance that makes Astarion feel oddly nostalgic. 

Until he realises she's looking at him the way she used to look at bullshitters on their travels through Faerûn.

“Tell me.” She starts, and he feels his stomach drop. No conversation that starts that way will ever be good. “Why the sweet old woman who runs the vegetable stall congratulated me on my betrothal, much to my confusion?”

He opens his mouth to reply, but she holds up a hand. His mouth snaps shut, and she can’t hide the wicked smirk she gets at his easy obedience.

“And the leather goods hawker, though he was a smug little git about it. The baker too, though they were at least apologetic when I didn't respond with anything other than a scowl.”

“Well, darling. You see….” He murmurs, trying to find some… poise for his response. She raises an eyebrow, and he can feel himself deflate. “I wasn't lying when I told you I didn't know what the pattern meant.”

Diina smiles, a soft, tender thing. She walks closer to the desk. “I didn't think you were, you silly man.”

Astarion huffs, sitting back and getting several little cat claws in his shoulder for his troubles. Of course the cat is taking her side. Traitorous little swine.

“Forgive me for asking but… are you upset?” 

She gives a little sigh, shifting her weight from one foot to the other and then walking around the desk to push up onto it, her feet swinging freely. “Of course not. I just thought it would be funny to tease you about it.”

“Mm, yes, very funny. See how I laugh.”

Diina scoffs as he can’t quite keep his face straight, reaching out to snatch up his hand and pull it to her heart. “I’m not opposed to the idea of marrying you, my love. I did however think we might have a little more time to get to know each other without the fate of Faerûn hanging over our heads.”

He flexes his fingers within her grip, just to test it, to see what she does. When she slips their fingers together, knitting their palms together as tight as they may do on the day of their eventual union, Astarion smiles.

“Very astute, darling.” He says. “I promise to read up on my elven braiding patterns, lest I communicate something quite unfortunate to the entirety of the Lower City one day.”

“Feel free to make up your own. It could be our own little language. How thrilling it’d be to see people try and figure out what it says when it’s just talking about how delicious my blood is.”

“Just, she says.” Astarion chuckles. “As if such a thing could ever be summed up in a simple braid.”

Diina sits with him for a long while, telling him stories from her errands and holding his hand until Dagger starts to climb down the length of his arm. She catches the sweet little thing up and kisses their head, hopping down to do the same thing to Astarion.

“I’ll be in the garden if you need me.”

He struggles to find his concentration, after that. His mind is filled with all sorts of fanciful thoughts, imagining getting to spend the rest of his days, the rest of time with Diina at his side. It’s a good thing being with her tempers his worst urges - he’d propose tomorrow, if he didn’t know better. If he didn’t know that it’ll be worth so much more if they wait.

Patience, it seems, will be a virtue - much though he might hate it. At least he’ll get to practice his skills so that when the time comes, he can do them perfectly.

(The right time, it turns out, is a few years later, Diina sleepily rubbing her eyes as he plaits the same betrothal braids back into place on her head with fingers that shake with anticipation. She turns her head to admire his work after, her gasp of realisation a pretty noise that he’ll carry with him forever. His choice to surprise her feels both corny and foolish right up until she turns to him with tears in her eyes, nodding with such ferocity that he worries about her neck. From that point on, it feels like the best decision he’s ever made.)

#baldur's gate 3 #astarion #astarion ancunin #astarion x tav #tav x astarion #bg3 #bg3 fanfiction

[incendio22]

FOR THE HOPE OF IT ALL

Pt 2 Chapter 11: To The Rescue

Sebastian's POV

It's been three days since I saw Y/n and at this point I had gotten extremely worried. On Sunday, I simply assumed she was doing her own business. But on Monday, when she didn't show up to our classes I started getting worried. No one had seen her around since Saturday evening when the new quidditch team was announced. When I asked around, no one seemed to know anything. However, Imelda mentioned that Y/n had seemed off the last days, which I had also noted and asked her about. After potions class I grasp for Imelda's arm to talk to her.

''Are you completely sure she didn't say anything?'' I ask her impatiently.

She shakes her head as she keeps going.

''There must be something!'' I sigh with a frustrated voice. ''I know it's wrong, but can't you go through her things?''

Imelda gives me an intrigued look.

''Oh, you know me,'' she says with a smirk. ''I have already gone through them, but that was a year ago. I can do it again if it means we have any chances of finding her.''

Ominis walks up behind us. He and Imelda had spent some time together, but it seems as if they can't have back what they used to have. She is doing her very best and he talks about her all the time, but for some reason they just can't get together. I will never understand love.

''I think we should tell a professor,'' he interrupts.

''I agree,'' I say whilst nodding and looking for a reaction on Imelda's face. ''I'm just confused why they aren't looking for her already.''

''I'll talk to someone and you try to find clues,'' Ominis says as he turns around, going back to Professor Sharp.

Imelda and I head to the common room together. Since Y/n's disappearance I haven't had time to think about the date I took her on. And after it, she acted as if nothing had happened. However, something in my gut is telling me that it's not really over between us. There's still something there that keeps drawing us to each other.

''Did Y/n talk to you about our date?'' I ask Imelda, desperate for some information.

''Not much,'' she says in a low voice. ''Mostly how you drive her insane. And I don't really know if she meant it like a good thing or a bad thing. Anyway, I'll be back in a bit.''

She walks off to their dormitory, leaving me behind. I go and sit by the window facing the Black Lake, where Y/n always sits when she wants to be alone. I never saw the charm in this spot until now. It's really soothing to look out into the lake and just observe everything that lives in it. This might be the first moment I feel a small piece of peace ever since I realized she was missing. I had looked everywhere in the castle and combed through the entire Forbidden Forest, but there were no traces of her. I just hope that she is okay. After what feels like forever, Imelda is walking towards me with two letters in her hand.

''I found this,'' she says and waves them. ''They sounded pretty threatful, but I think I know where she is. Clagmar Coast.''

''Give them to me,'' I spit as I grasp for them.

I quickly unfold them and see it. Threats to hurting the people she cares about. At first I'm upset that she didn't tell anyone, but I also understand her. I know how much and how deeply she cares for her friends. But nonetheless, if she would have told us we could have helped her.

''We need to go there, now!'' I tell Imelda quickly. ''Find Ominis and meet me in the Forbidden Forest, the lake crawling with Dugbogs. Ominis knows where it is. We need to apparate out of here.''

I rush through the castle and out into the forest. I need to get out of here quickly, but I also need to gather myself. What if she's hurt? What if she's dead? The thought kills me and I need to calm myself down. I'm so upset because no matter what has happened to her, it's all out of my power. I can just hold onto the hope that she is strong enough to survive and smart enough to outsmart anyone she encounters.

Ominis and Imelda show up quickly after me and Ominis presses the palm of his hand on my shoulder, squeezing it firmly. It's his way of saying that everything will be alright. But now we don't know.

''I didn't know you knew how to apparate,'' Imelda says curiously. ''Does this have something to do with you becoming a dark wizard?''

''Knock it off,'' Ominis argues as I shake my head.

''I had to learn it last year,'' I remember this spot as the place where Y/n and I spent the whole day waiting for Ominis' return after he saw his family. ''For personal reasons.''

I hold out my arms, one for each of them and we apparate to Clagmar Coast. The castle is not far away. We start walking and as we get closer to the entrance to the castle, I see her broom.

''She was here,'' I whisper. ''That's her broom.''

Imelda nods.

''Don't we need a plan?'' Ominis whispers. ''Like, we have no idea what awaits us.''

''Fight anyone who looks unfriendly,'' I tell them firmly. ''I have a feeling things will get nasty.''

We use the disillusionment charm and go through the entrance to the castle. It's crowded with goblins who look particularly unfriendly. I look around in hopes of seeing Y/n somewhere, but there's no sightings of her anywhere. I get closer to Ominis and Imelda.

''We fight, now!'' I demand and pull out my wand, casting an explosive charm on one of them.

It's enough to draw every single goblin's attention and we are surrounded. And outnumbered. I get a wave of guilt, for dragging Ominis into this. But I'm quickly fighting 20 goblins at once. Imelda quickly climbs up some stairs and starts attacking them back. I see Ominis using the disillusionment charm, probably sneaking up behind goblins to petrify them because I see some of them dropping to the floor like rocks. It's intense and when we think we wiped them all, another 20 goblins show up. Imelda is a good duelist and Ominis is good at sneaking, so we somehow manage to get them all. For now, at least.

''Let's find her,'' I tell them firmly, in a very stressed voice trying to forget the fact that I almost just died to several goblins.

We try to find our way around the castle and eventually find a basement. It's humid and absolutely freezing. I can barely see, so I cast Lumos as we walk to see better. Still no sights of Y/n. My heart is beating faster, terrified that we may have lost her. We search every room and I hear Imelda yelling from the other side of the cellar.

''Sebastian! Come!'' her voice is high-pitched, as if she's terrified.

I run over to her and see her standing in front of a door that's slightly opened. She seems to be paralyzed from shock. I slam the door open and need to gasp for air when I see her. She's lying on the floor, lifeless, chained down in both her wrists and ankles. I kneel next to her and start checking if she's breathing. Her body is cold as ice. But she seems to be breathing, which is a relief. I quickly sit her up and wrap my arms around her, desperately rubbing my hands against her arms. She still doesn't react. I take her hands in mine, trying to warm her up but it seems hopeless.

''You unchain her,'' I tell Imelda in a determined voice, not even looking at her. ''I need to get her conscience back.''

Imelda starts to try and unlock the massive locks on the chain, but no spell is successful. She runs away with Ominis to find the key. I sit on the floor with her, putting her in my lap so that the cold from the floor won't make her even colder inside. I quickly unbutton my robe and wrap it around her like a blanket, whilst still rubbing my hands all over her body to get her body temperature off.

''Stay with me,'' I whisper into her hair. My lips go to her forehead, kissing her gently whilst begging her to wake up. Her face is freezing. I cup my hands around her cheeks, then I remove the strands of hair from her face. She is pale and her lips are blue. ''Please, Y/n. Stay with me.''

I don't know how long I sit there, desperately praying for her to come back. Eventually her eyes open softly, I hug her tighter than before. She looks confused.

''What-'' she starts, but I shake my head and press a finger over her lips.

''It's going to be alright,'' I whisper into her hair. ''We're here. We're here. We're here.''

She doesn't say a word and she starts whimpering. In this case, it's a good sign because her body is telling her that she's too cold. I keep rubbing her arms, then her hands and her back. Finally Imelda and Ominis returns, looking like they've been to hell and back. I don't even ask what happened, all I care about is getting Y/n out of here safely. Imelda kneels and unlocks the chains. I stand up, carrying Y/n in my arms and start moving out of there. It looks as if she's falling asleep, so I try to keep her awake.

''Hey,'' I whisper. ''New girl.''

Her eyes open softly. ''No,'' she argues.

''Don't argue with me,'' I tell her softly. ''Use your energy for something more important. Like, staying alive.''

Her eyes are going back and forth between open and closed. She's trying to stay awake, but I know she's struggling.

''Can you tell me about those letters you sent me?'' she asks softly, desperately trying to stay awake.

''Ominis, Imelda,'' I look at them as I speak. ''She's not strong enough to apparate. I need you to get some food and blankets, we will find somewhere to stay tonight and travel back as soon as we can.''

The two of them head off with Y/n's broom. I sit down on the ground, looking out at the sea still holding her in my arms.

''The letters,'' I start, kind of hesitant to tell her but if that's what she wants to hear right now I will simply provide her. ''I wrote one letter every time I felt like I was falling for you. And when I had fallen, I wrote one when I fell harder. I wrote the first one when you came to see me in The Three Broomsticks. I wrote one after I showed you my Room of Requirement. Another one when we first kissed. Another one after the New Year's Ball. Of course, with you being you, I fell for you every single day. But these were the days you made me fall extra hard.''

''That's nice,'' she says in a soft voice, looking out at the sunset. ''I'm sorry I didn't read them.''

I look at her, pull my fingers carefully through her tangled hair and press my lips against the back of her head.

''Don't ever apologize, Y/n,'' I tell her firmly as I trace my fingertips on the top of her hand. She grasps for my hand and squeezes it softly. I love her so much.

#sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x you #sebastian sallow x reader #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts #ominis gaunt #slytherin #for the hope of it all #fanfic #fanfiction

[yarameijer]

SO I HAVE A BRAINROT - I'm just gonna share my thoughts here with you because, well, why not? Yara, you've become a safe place of mine and generally, make me feel so entertained and content with your writing especially since the pandemic🥹 I hope you're doing well there, and I hope you'll feel better soon!

But anyway, onto the brainrot: What if Tenma has ADHD? How would the story go? How would Raimon and his friends react to this? How will they deal with it? Or how will Tenma deal with it?

I imagine that could be the reason why he can be impulsive (I've searched that impulsiveness can be a main sign or symptom of ADHD, but to those who has ADHD, please feel free to correct me, I don't mean to offend anyone.).

I also imagine that Tenma can be forgetful at times and thus would forget to drink his medication and his friends would be the ones to remind him just in case. Speaking of, I feel like he'd either have a hard time focusing in class or unable to sit still during class. Either of them works in this AU, I guess?

That's all, I'd love to hear your thoughts and your personal headcanons about this AU! Have a great day and once again, praying for your recovery!

Hey!! Sorry for the incredibly late reply, I just sort of dropped tumblr without meaning to. And every time I opened it I ended up procrastinating even more… whoops.

But! I’m here now! So let’s get to it!

(Tenma with ADHD is honestly not something I have considered before. Please understand that all my experience with it is from having classmates in elementary school with ADHD and research I did online to answer this, so it might not all be accurate, but I’ll try my best!)

Tenma is already a very active and excitable kid, which means that when it comes to soccer, not overly much changes? It’s a great way to burn off energy and move around a lot, which is really helpful for him! The way his ADHD shows mostly is through the way he moves; he’s constantly fidgeting, or playing with things he’s holding, or bouncing his knee up and down. He just can’t seem to sit still for longer than a few minutes, which, again, when it comes to soccer, doesn’t matter overly much. Outside of training and matches, however, especially during team discussions or strategy meetings, it can get distracting and even cause tension especially in the early weeks of the schoolyear.

One noteworthy thing is that Tenma rambles, without really meaning to. He’s already got some insecurity issues, and that coupled with a hyperactivity disorder means he’s likely to just ramble on especially when he feels unsure or excited (AKA whenever he talks about soccer). It doesn’t do much to endear him to the more reserved members on the team, and it’s a habit he’s very bothered by.

Unfortunately Japan is not as supportive towards people with mental disorders as other countries, which in this case means that although Tenma has an official diagnosis, he prefers to keep it quiet. On the team, Aoi is the only one who is aware of this, and has been a genuine blessing to Tenma ever since elementary school. While Tenma mostly suffers from the hyperactivity part of ADHD, he can have trouble focusing, or rather be too active to really sit down and focus on for example studying. Aoi and Tenma were not in the same class before, but they were in the same year and she would offer her notes and extra tutoring whenever Tenma needed, and by the time they join Raimon Jr. High, it’s become an unspoken routine. Tenma and Aoi hang out more often than they do in the original story; they’ve got a few set homework sessions every week at one of their houses, and usually spend at least some time every week studying in the library.

Their little study sessions are quickly joined by Shinsuke, and later on the rest of the first-years, although neither Tenma nor Aoi ever mention the reasons they started them. Aoi is very defensive of anyone making a comment about Tenma’s attitude towards schoolwork (which is thankfully not often necessary amongst the team, beyond a few mishaps at the start) but also very strict towards Tenma if need be.

I imagine the older students sometimes help out with schoolwork as well, although not always towards Tenma specifically but rather just the first-years. Shindou and Kirino at some point figure out Tenma’s got ADHD, and Shindou at some point mentions it privately. Tenma freaks out a bit, but Shindou reassures him he doesn’t mind, and is especially helpful when Tenma becomes captain later on, taking on a supportive role.

Despite the tension at the start of the year, eventually that fades as the team gets to know each other better. Shindou tends to be a bit of a crybaby (but don’t mention that on pain of death). Hayami stutters his way through most of his conversations and once literally screeched in the middle of match because Kariya (no further explanation necessary). Tenma is known to start rambling when he’s excited and once climbed every tree next to Raimon’s soccer field because Aoi said he should (she meant well, but it did get them some weird looks). Hikaru’s way of dealing with intense frustration is to go to a secluded spot and scream until he calms down (boy, was that a fun training camp).

Tenma eventually tells Shinsuke on accident, but Shinsuke doesn’t really care either way and is just happy to hang out with someone who can be just as, or even more, excitable as himself. Tenma doesn’t really tell the rest of the team for a while, though; at some point he does, after they’ve been friends for longer, but to be honest, Raimon being so (unconsciously) supportive has gone a long way with making him feel more confident about himself. Whereas before he wouldn’t mention it because of the stigma, now he doesn’t mention it because it doesn’t seem like anyone on the team really cares? They’re all weird. They’ve all got their little quirks. Tenma having an unexpected obsession with fidget spinners really doesn’t even reach the top 10 of ‘weird’ in their lives.

I hope you enjoyed, and again, apologies for the late response!

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