#been sitting at that for a hot minute tho so not sure what's happening

[chipped-chimera]

Finally got a fancy(tm) pic of my aquarium - think I figured out the solution to awful photos is just I have to do them at night because the hugeass window in my room directly adjacent ruins everything. Going to try and take a pic like this weekly to track growth!

Anyway it's looking close? Closeish? to being cycled so the question is: WHAT COLOUR SHRIMP

[kxsagi]

Hi! I was actually kinda scared requesting u since u post everyday and probs have TONS of request so humbly request this: ok so reader and isagi is at a parter and it’s spin da bottle!!1!1!1! And yk it lands on isagi and yk, peep tho, they but had a crush on each other so it’s just fate‼️‼️‼️ And then u can free style on the rest :3

“𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞, 𝟕 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧”

a/n: i do get a ton of requests, but i genuinely enjoy writing and want to make my readers happy! that’s also the reason why i post every day, i try to not make everyone wait so long lol

and since you said i could freestyle the rest, i thought why not also turn it into 7 minutes of heaven to make it a little longer 😍 (no smut)

the party is in full swing, and the chaos is at its peak. music blaring, drinks spilling, people laughing loudly, and somewhere in the middle of it all, you find yourself sitting next to isagi. you’ve been friends for a while now, but there's this thing between you two, this tension that’s been hanging around, mostly unspoken, but way too obvious to ignore. every time your knees brush, every time isagi looks at you like he’s trying to say something without saying anything, you feel your heart race. but you’ve both been too nervous to do anything about it. 

until now. 

bachira pulls out the bottle, and you know exactly what’s about to happen. please don’t land on him. please don’t land on him, you silently pray as the bottle spins in slow motion, like it’s trying to torture you. you try to play it cool, but there’s no way you’re ready for the universe to mess with you this much. 

the bottle wobbles, slows down, and... it lands on isagi. 

your stomach drops. of course, it lands on him. you’ve been crushing on him for months, maybe longer, and now you’re about to get shoved into a dark closet with him for seven whole minutes. what could go wrong? 

“noooooo,” you mutter under your breath.

isagi’s trying to hide a smile, leaning back in his seat to give off a relaxed composure. "guess it’s my turn," he says, and you can hear the nervousness in his voice. the entire group erupts in laughter, already loving the drama. 

"seven minutes in heaven!" shidou yells, and before you can even think of a response, isagi stands up and motions to the closet like it’s some kind of VIP lounge. the group is practically shoving you both toward the door, egging you on like you're about to enter some weird game show. you glance at isagi one last time before the door shuts behind you. 

the air in the closet is thick, a little too hot, but you don’t mind. it’s dark enough that you can barely see anything, but you can definitely feel him standing right next to you. you can hear him breathing, and it’s enough to make you almost forget how to breathe yourself. 

“seven minutes,” you say, breaking the silence, even though you’re already aware of how awkward this is about to be. but then, you both know it’s not really awkward, right? this whole situation has been building up for so long – the lingering glances, the little touches, the way isagi makes you laugh harder than anyone else. 

"right," isagi says, and you can hear the smile in his voice. he shifts slightly, and suddenly, you’re acutely aware of how close he is. his shoulder brushes against yours, and it feels like electricity. damn, he smells good. you clear your throat, trying to pull yourself together, but it’s hard when every inch of your body is screaming to finally act on this... thing. 

you both just stand there for a second, neither of you moving. and then, it happens. isagi leans in, just a little bit, and it’s not fast, not too much. it’s a question in his movement, like he’s asking for permission. you’re not sure what you’re doing, but you lean in too, your lips meeting his in the softest kiss. 

it’s not rushed, and it’s not awkward. it’s everything you’ve been holding back for months. the kiss is slow, tentative at first, like you both can’t believe it’s actually happening. there’s a kind of relief in it, too, like finally crossing that line you’ve both been circling around for way too long. his lips are warm against yours, and you feel a little bit lighter, like the weight of all the “what ifs” finally lifting off your chest. 

you pull away for a second, breathless, but neither of you say anything. you don’t need to. the space between you feels... different now, like something that’s always been there is finally clicking into place. 

isagi’s eyes meet yours, and there’s something in them, something more than just the typical playful teasing. it’s the way he’s looking at you now, softer, like he’s been waiting for this moment just as much as you have. you almost forget about the whole seven minutes thing, but then you remember and laugh under your breath. 

“i think we’ve got, like, five minutes left,” you say, and isagi grins, leaning in again. 

this time, the kiss feels more natural. you don’t have to overthink it. it’s easier, less clumsy. his hand comes up to gently rest on the back of your neck, pulling you closer. the kiss deepens, and you lose track of time. seven minutes feels like seven seconds, but in the best way possible. 

eventually, you pull apart, not because you want to, but because the sound of someone knocking on the door breaks through the fog of your thoughts. 

“hey, you guys gonna make out forever in there?” reo calls, laughing from the outside. 

you both laugh too, pulling away just enough to catch your breath. isagi looks at you, his smile a little too smug, a little too satisfied. “i think that’s our cue to leave.” 

you nod, feeling a little dizzy, a little bit like your whole world just shifted. you’re still not sure what’s happening between you two, but you’re pretty sure it’s exactly what you’ve been hoping for all along. 

as the door opens and you both step back into the party, your friends are waiting, grinning from ear to ear. you try to act casual, but you can’t help the way your heart’s still pounding in your chest. 

“so,” karasu says with a knowing grin, “how was it?” 

you glance at isagi, and he raises an eyebrow. “efficient,” he says, and you can’t help but laugh. 

“yeah,” you agree, “efficient... but definitely worth it.” 

and just like that, you both slip back into the chaos of the party. but now, everything feels different. like the kiss in the closet wasn’t just about seven minutes, it was about the beginning of something more. something neither of you ever had the courage to say out loud, but somehow, it was always there. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[rocknrollsalad]

rating: t cw: hook up, mentions of sex, nothing on camera but it's implied tags: no upside au, first meeting, animal shelters, another universe another menial job, bad holiday innuendo word count: 1,526

written for @steddiemas prompt "mistletoe"

PART TWO of this thing here (it should stand alone tho)

Eddie lay flat on his back, arms outstretched, somehow still recovering. What the fuck just happened. Good luck? Bad? Eddie still wasn't sure and his brain was mush so no way he was figuring that out now. He’d just gone in to adopt a cat and, sure, yeah, he got a cat (not the one he’d picked out before going in) but it was the signing bonus that had Eddie all confused—and exhausted.

A man far too attractive to be hanging out and “annoying his best friend” as he said, just living life and existing in places Eddie could go was not part of the plan. No fucking way. Yet the guy used his charm and cheesy jokes on Eddie. Talking about kissing under the mistletoe like he'd been sitting there waiting for Eddie to show up. It was nuts.

This was the kind of guy Eddie would dream about. Some dude he caught a glimpse of in the grocery store and an amalgamation of several people that Eddie spent months obsessed over. A created character for fun and fantasy cured only by making some romanceable npc to drop in the game. His friends never let him get those mythical dates.

Instead, this guy was real and throwing himself at Eddie. More affectionate than any of the kittens and twice as adorable, Eddie knew he was in trouble back at the check-in desk. It took one look and Eddie was trying to figure out how to get Steve back to his before he’d learned his name. Nothing had ever worked out so well but Eddie who was he to look a gift horse in the mouth?

The stars aligned or the dimensions changed, whatever it was, it all worked out. Now Steve was just taking a shower like it was a normal Tuesday and he was in his own home. Eddie wasn’t sure if he could trust his legs yet having his world so thoroughly rocked and this guy was humming songs and using up all the hot water. Even in dreams, though, Eddie wasn’t this nice to himself.

With the shower no longer running, it’d be minutes before Steve came back (unless he bolted) and Eddie would be just as he left him. Naked, exhausted, and happier than he’d been in years. The chipper way Steve got up to shower, he was probably coming back for round two. Something Eddie did not think he had the energy for but, dammit, he’d give it his all. What a way to go out.

It wasn't much but Eddie managed to pull a blanket over himself and snag his phone. A part of him was content in this state. He could manage to find some pajamas or whatever, it wasn't as bad as he was pretending. But why? Why not perform a thank you that'd be awkward to say? Let Steve revel in what he'd done to Eddie.

Steve didn't bolt because he was the perfect man, made in the lab of romance and good hair. He came back to Eddie’s room with a smile that disarmed the joke about getting lost on the way to the front door. He knew the man wanted to be here and, god damn, he wanted him here.

With a towel wrapped around his waist and still damp, Steve stood there looking as gorgeous as before, even with flat, freshly washed hair. Cradled in his arm was Mistletoe, the cat Eddie walked out with because Steve turned Eddie into a pushover with the batting of his eyelashes. Who could resist that? Not Eddie. Despite popular opinion, he was, in fact, human.

In the other hand, Steve held two bottles of water. Presumably from Eddie’s fridge but he wouldn’t put it past the guy to have DoorDashed something whilst in the shower.

To make up for the fact that Eddie hadn’t moved, he went for comedy. Looking side to side. “Did I?? God, was this so good I thought I was in my own house? Are we? Where’d you get those?”

Steve tossed the bottles onto the bed, missing Eddie but landing so close they had to be aimed.

“How’d I find the water?” judgment dripped off every syllable.

“Yeah?” Eddie tried, confidence gone. The joke didn’t land. Or maybe it wasn’t formed right. Words were Eddie's thing and it was bullshit even those were failing him. It was going to take more than slaughtering a hot npc to get over this guy when he finally realized what a loser Eddie was.

“You’ll never believe this. I found them in the last place you’d suspect. I poked around all your cupboards and closets but they were in the fridge! So weird.”

Oh, fuck him.

That bitchiness shouldn’t be hot. Why was that so hot? Eddie should have wanted to punch him for it. At least mock him back and crack jokes along with him. Instead, he could almost feel his pupils turning into cartoon hearts.

Who was he turning into? First, adopting a cute little kitten when the least metal name of the lot and now he’s swooning over some guy’s quick but insulting comebacks? Maybe this wasn’t a dream. It was a nightmare.

A half-hearted laugh was enough of a reply for Steve.

“And of all places, man, you keep your fridge in the kitchen. It’s been very surprising here.”

“Fuck off,” Eddie groaned, finally finding a good thought.

Steve climbed back into the other side of the bed, nudging the water toward Eddie again. Saying drink this in every way but actually using the words. Also hot.

“What we should talk about is why your fridge makes you look like a serial killer. You’ve got one expired jar of pickles, two of those gross cheese singles, and a case of water. There isn��t even ketchup, man.”

“The liquor is in the freezer,” Eddie said, taking a pause. There was something better to say there.

“With the body parts.” they both said, a few seconds apart.

Steve gave a condescending pat to Eddie’s chest, proud of him for making it to the joke finally. Eddie wanted to roll over on his stomach to put his chin in his hands and kick his feet in the air. This was disgusting. He hadn’t been this head over heels before and as various love songs started to make sense, he watched his dream man scoop up a pillow to make a comfy spot for the cat.

“You also don’t have…anything, like at all, for Mistletoe,” Steve said.

He cracked open a bottle of water and Eddie thought he was going to take a drink, a logical assumption, but again it was pushed towards Eddie. So Eddie pulled himself up to mostly sit as he leaned against the headboard and squirmed the pillows into something comfortable. He drank the offered water, if only for Steve.

Once he did, Steve picked up the other bottle and opened it for himself. He sat with one leg tucked in and the other dangling off the bed, scratching Mistletoe on the head. Eddie was already planning their forever but the wedding date was getting closer and closer. How long did one have to have a marriage license before saying "I do"?

“Well,” Eddie finally countered. Attitude packed in so he didn’t have to admit the water felt amazing and was, actually, very needed. “I thought I’d go in, see if me and Krampus got along, and then I could swing by the pet store on the way home. Hadn’t really expected to pick up anything…one else.”

Steve wiggled his eyebrows and Eddie imagined if they were any younger, he’d pump his fist in the air like he’d scored the winning goal or whatever.

“Not very responsible of you,” Steve’s eyes narrowed, the judgment was nothing compared to the talk of Eddie’s fridge. This was playful and Eddie had an idea of what was going on.

And before he overthought things, Eddie took a chance he was right. “Thing is, I know a guy at the animal shelter and he…lets me do whatever I want.”

There were a few beats where Steve pretended to think. “For a price.”

“I can’t offer much but what I’ve got is yours.”

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Eddie regretted them. How disgusting and sappy. Steve was probably going to get up and leave. Eddie would. Hell, he wanted to now. Not Steve, though. He leaned forward, which untucked the towel, and stole a kiss.

Soft, passionate, and curled Eddie’s toes. He was still sensitive enough it earned an unfair reaction and it was almost like Steve knew that. He lingered in Eddie's space, smelling of Eddie's soap, and grinning like the devil.

When Steve slowly pulled back and perched back on the edge of the bed, Eddie said, “Not in front of the children.” and reached out to cover Mistletoe’s eyes.

There was an easy and meaningless eye roll thrown his way. "There go my plans then," Steve teased. "Guess you better get dressed so we can go get this little guy some supplies because…I have plans for the night."

[ryder-writes]

Post-Shattered Auron Reverse Comfort (GN!Reader)

A/n: Finally got a fic out🥳! Srsly tho, my mental health hasnt been the best recently (hence the lack of fics), but since im doing better now expect more Arcane and Yuurivoice content! Anyways, Shattered broke me I love Auron sm he was so cute and so in love with Rook UGH

CW: Auron is not taking care of himself (not eating/sleeping/showering), showering together (nothing happens), Shattered events mentioned, rushed ending

WC: 800

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You knock on the wooden door leading to his office. Trish had told you that he was busy, but you just ignored her. After a few seconds of silence, you knock again, yelling through the door: "If you don't open this door I'm coming in myself!"

Silence.

You mutter a "Fine." Under your breath before opening the door. You're greeted by Auron sitting at his desk, head in his hands. You immediately feel bad for yelling at him.

"Baby? Are you okay?" You ask as you walk towards him. He lifts up his head to look at you. His eyes are puffy and the bags under them seem more pronounced than usual.

"I'm fine, Rook." He starts typing on his keyboard, obviously trying to distract himself from your presence, as you can see he's just hitting random keys.

"If you're sure you're okay, can we talk?" You ask quietly. His eyes widen. He sighs.

"What is it, my love?" His voice shakes.

"It just feels like you've been…distant." You put your hand on top of his. "You're never home. And, you haven't called me to a 'meeting' here since we were in the broom closet." He simply looks down, ashamed. "I don't want this to end, Auron. You're the best thing that has happened to me. But I need answers. This isn't like you- I'm worried about you, baby."

"I'm sorry."

"Hey, there's nothing to apologize for. You're obviously struggling."

"Was it that obvious?" He jokes. He rubs his temple with the hand not held in place by yours. "I- I'm not… I'm not like I normally am. There's a lot going on and I…I was scared that you would get dragged into my fucking mess. That’s not right." Your hand leaves the top of his and wraps around his head, pulling him into your chest. You stroke his hair, causing him to sigh in content.

"I don't care if I get 'dragged into your mess'." You confess. "I love you, and I want to be there for you." Auron closes his eyes.

"You don't understand. This whole thing is bigger than I ever expected. More… dangerous. I don't know everything and until I do, I can't protect you." He sighs. "I thought that maybe, if I kept you away, I wouldn't put you in danger." Confusion floods your face.

"Danger?"

"This whole scenario is taking a toll on me physically and mentally. I'm not well. I don't want the problem to hurt you. Or worse, it to cause me to hurt you. So, I've been avoiding you. I'm sorry." He looks up at you.

"Oh, baby… I'm so sorry you felt like you had to hide this. I may not be able to help you solve the problem itself, but I can help you through it." You reassure him. "When I said you wouldn’t scare me away, I meant it." You can see the gratefulness in his eyes. You stay there for a few minutes, soaking in the love and gratitude you have for each other. "Do you want to go home?" You ask. Auron's face turns into one of exhaustion and annoyance.

"I have to reply to these emails."

"Trish can reply to them for you. I'm forcing you to come home with me. You need a shower, some food, and some sleep." You let go of him and hold your hand out for him to take. He does, getting up slowly. Stumbling a little over his feet, you lead him to the door after grabbing his bag. You tell Trish on the way out to answer his emails so you can take him home. She happily agrees, as she's been worrying about Auron herself.

The ride home was quiet yet comfortable. You led Auron into his place (which was yours too; you had fully moved in a few months ago) and brought him to the bathroom. The water turned hot and steamed up the bathroom as you helped your lover undress. While doing so, you explained that you had ordered his favorite food, and it would arrive in an hour. He simply kisses you on the head as thanks, his mind already distancing itself from the struggles he was facing. You lead him into the shower and proceed to wash him. His head rests on your shoulder as the water hits his back. You rub his back and give him soft kisses as you clean him. After you are both in your pajamas, the food arrives. You eat out on the couch (Auron still refuses to let you eat on the bed), watching the British Baking show, a favorite of Auron's. After dinner, you make your way to bed and cuddle each other until you both fall asleep.

More Auron content here! :3

[ador3sturniolo]

chris fic based off the song les by childish gambino🙏🏼

“I kinda hope they catch us”

An - Hey my lovely’s! Sorry I haven’t posted in like a week😨 but I’m back! I’ve just been busy with school and other things so I found some time in my schedule to write for you guys! Im just going to go off a couple lines from the song because I already have a plan for it! anyways, hope you guys enjoy!

Pairing - Chris Sturniolo X FemReader

Summary - You and Chris have a private relationship

Warnings - Kissing, (Not proofread, LEAVE ME BE ABOUT THAT 😭)

Requested - Yep!

Master List

Chris and I have been dating for almost 8 months now and we’ve been able to keep it a secret for a long time. It’s not that people haven’t noticed tho. There would be ship edits of us all the time so I don’t think it would be that bad if we went public, but there’s always a couple of people that can’t handle it and have to hate.

“Are you almost ready?” I heard Chris shout from the living room. I’m almost done getting ready for the party we’re about to go too.

“Yeah! Just give me 10 minutes at most!” I should back, starting to hurry up with my hair and makeup so I can get on my outfit. I start to put on my outfit. I put on a small, strapless, and slim black dress. Simple but cute. Chris loves this dress and goes feral whenever he sees me in it. I top it off with a simple necklace and heels. The heels would be easy to walk and dance in. I spray my favorite night out perfume and grab my wallet off the dresser and walk out to Chris. All three of them were in the living room, waiting on me.

“Okay I’m ready.” I say, grabbing the boys attention. I could tell Chris’s jaw was on the floor by his expression. They all get up off the couch and come towards me.

“Wow, I am literally shook. You look so hot.” Nick says as he grabs my hand and twirls me around. I smile at his compliment.

“Thank youuu!” I say with excitement.

“You pulled it off once again” Matt spoke up.

“Oh why thank you.” I say taking a bow and then laughing. Chris doesn’t say anything, just smirks. We didn’t think anything of it and we all started to walk out when Chris grabbed me by my arm and pulled me in close. Matt and Nick didn’t even notice and kept walking.

“What are you doing my love?” I ask tilting my head.

“You know what your doing right? With that dress your wearing right now.” He says eyeing me up and down.

“Well I Hope so.” I say smirking.

“Because god, you look so god damn good right now.” He says biting his lip just barely. I don’t say anything just smirk as I walk out, taking him with me. Me and Chris sit next to each other and I lay my head on his shoulder, holding hands until we get there. We get out of the car and I brush my hair with my fingers before we go in. The smell of alcohol fills my nostrils almost instantly as I step into the building, the music, blasting all through the the building. The room pitch black, but with constant flashing lights, it’s was like the whole room was lit. Nick and Matt walk off together so it’s just me and Chris. To prevent people catching us together, we decide to separate ourselves and go to different parts of the room. I could see that girls kept going up to Chris and talking to him. I decided to brush off and go get a drink. I get a drink and sit down at a table, still making sure I had a view of him. A guys sits down next to me, I hadn’t even noticed him until he started talking to me.

“Well hey there doll.” The man asked sipping on his drink.

I smile awkwardly and look back at the crowd.

“Are you here all by yourself? Need someone to keep you company doll?” The man asked smirking.

“I’m here with someone so no thanks.” I say getting down from my seat and walking into the bathroom. I hood over the sink, gripping on the sides of the sink, looking down, trying to forget what just happened. I start to wash my hands as I hear a knock on the door.

“One second.” I try to shout but with the music I don’t think they would have heard me. I kept hearing more knocks constantly so I went up to the door angrily. I was about to start going off on who was at the door, but when I realized who it was, my gaze softened. It was Chris.

“Hi ba-“ I get cut off by his lips on mine, stoping me from my sentence. I pull back giggling.

“Chris what are you doing” I say with a slight giggle. I feel his arms wrap around my waist as I look up at him. I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

“Was that man doing anything bad to you? When you were sitting down.”

“No, I left before he got to do anything else.” I smile at him. He lets out a relief sigh and smiles back as he leans back in. I make my way, and sit on top of the counter, pulling him in between my legs, not breaking the kiss.

“Wait should we close the door?” I say catching my breath. He turn to look at the wide open door. He shakes his head no, and eagerly goes back to kissing me.

“I hope nobody catches us.” I say within the kiss.

“But I kinda hope they catch us” He smirks. I pull back laughing.

“Ooh I like that, trying to be risky.” I say going back in for a kiss. A little bit later I hear a know on the door, someone trying to get our attention, Chris turns around and a look to the side. It was Nick.

“I need to go to the bathroom.” Nick says walking in.

“Cant you see we’re busy, can’t you go somewhere else?” Chris says annoyed.

“No, this is the only bathroom that’s kinda available, now can you two get out.” Nick says playfully shoving Chris shoulder.

“Fine.” Chris says helping me off the counter, and going out of the bathroom. I hear my name being shouted from a table not too far. It’s was my friend, who was a boy. Chris dosnt like him very much but I know why. He is a good looking man and lots of girls like him. I go up to him, hugging, I see chris walk off with an annoyed expression, but I brush it off because I only see him as a friend. Chris goes back to where he was before, with girls surrounding him.

It was great to catch up with him considering I haven’t talked to him in a while. I walk over to Chris, nodding to the door saying that I wanted to leave. I leave a couple minutes before he does. Nick and Matt told me that they would get an Uber home, so I decided to drive. I wait in my seat for Chris to come out. I go on my phone while I wait for him. I jumped as I heard the door open and someone gets in.

“Jeez Chris you scared me.” I said with deep breaths.

“Sorry my love.” He says as he pulls me in for a kiss. I pull back, remembering there’s people around us.

“Cant do it here.” I say putting on my seatbelt. He scoffs as he crossed him arms, sinks in his seat and pouts.

“You can be a baby sometimes.” I roll my eyes as he starts making baby noises.

“Okay stop it.” I say laughing, starting the drive.

“Make me.” He says, slightly sitting up in his seat. I don’t make a noise, just focusing on the road. I wait till we get to a red light before I take tissues and form them into a ball and shove it in his mouth. He spits it out instantly and starts scratching his tongue in disgust.

“You are disgusting” He exclaims as I laugh.

“I love youu.” I say trying to make it up to him, still giggling a little.

“Love you too.” He says annoyed. I lean over and give him a kiss on the cheek. That cheered him up.

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An - Hey my lovely’s! Sorry if that was cringe or anything! I hope you guys don’t take this the wrong way and think I’m trying to write inappropriate story of Chris 😭 Anyways, I still have more things to write but leave request!!

[andkisses]

♡ he's (super) shy | enhypen ♡

ot7!enha headcanon: he’s super shy, super shy

♡ ot7 x gn!reader | wc. 775 total ♡ genres/tropes: fluff!  ♡ mentions of/warnings: none (this wasn’t proof read tho &lt;/3) ♡ a/n: little something for every member <3 jungwon’s first and the rest below the cut ^^ each part is inspired by lyrics from super shy by newjeans <3 ♡ a/n p2: i apologize for the unannounced absence! i started my new full time job and it’s taken a lot of effort to get into a new rhythm <3 i’ve also been working on a larger upcoming series as well! thank you for your patience  ♡ masterlist ♡

✧･ﾟ: * jungwon - “but wait a minute while I make you mine, make you mine”

it took all the courage he could muster–he asked you to wait until he could confess properly. the wind blows through your hair and his, making you both tussled messes. jungwon didn’t want to risk losing you, even if he couldn’t bring himself to 100% confess to you yet. he wanted everything to be perfect for you, be brilliant and golden and oh so happy. and you made him so shy–a blush across his cheeks and a smile so wide it was painful. lucky him, with a kiss on that smiling, cheek you tell him he's already just enough–and that you’ve been waiting for this moment for forever

✧･ﾟ: * heeseung - “i'm all nervous ‘cause you’re on my mind all the time”

he thought he was losing his mind with all the thoughts of you—it had never happened before, and if it had, it was nowhere near this intense. everytime he thought of you or something romantic or both, he'd blush even if he was all alone and there was no one to tease him or ask questions. just the idea of you makes his heart race, a nervous pace that overcomes his senses and he’s sent the quick and short text before he can stop himself–i like you. do you like me back? your reply has heeseung experiencing a new kind of nervousness: yes, and i thought you would never ask

✧･ﾟ: * jay - “find a lil' spot, just sit and talk”

he works through his shyness by facing it head on, even if it makes him hot beneath the collar and red at the tips of his ears. he hopes he can blame both on the sun. jay invites you to so many different places under the guise of doing something else–studying, research for a project, anything else to make it not seem like a, well… a date. conveniently, it was only ever you two, and in his shyness he forgot your cleverness. you remind him one day after another outing, placing a kiss on his cheek to say goodbye and wishing the next time to be a real first date. jay’s determined to find the perfect place.

✧･ﾟ: * jake - “my eyes suddenly sparkle when you say i’m your dream”

he's sure he's dreaming–he must be–when you catch up to him on the quad, delicate fingers encircling his wrist. he turns toward you, and you tug him close with an intense look in  your gaze, your confession and doubt already tumbling past your lips in a spiel you couldn’t have planned and jake couldn’t have ever expected. sure, he’s dreamt of a moment like this several times over, but having it be real? jake wonders if you see how his eyes sparkle when you do this, pour your heart out and strike past his shyness–should he be just as bold and just show you his feelings instead?

✧･ﾟ: * sunghoon - “you don’t even know my name, do ya?”

he’s absolutely certain that you didn’t know his name or even know he existed–or, at least, he was. yeah, you shared several classes and sunghoon has convinced himself you’re in the same major so he’ll get to see you often. but he's him and you're You and sunghoon has also convinced himself that he is merely a spectator to your show–a role he was content enough in. imagine his surprise when you find him after class and bring him a note–a nice envelope graced with your handwriting spelling out his name in perfect letters and–oh, what’s this? you’re blushing too?

✧･ﾟ: * sunoo - “i'm usually pretty talkative, what’s wrong with me?”

he shuts down around you and it drives him insane because sunoo could make a brick wall talk back. he’s also been confident in his conversation skills and his ability to be strong and bold around people. but with you? you're so special, too special–it takes him aback and off guard and it ignites a feeling in him he isn’t used to. sunoo, he realizes, is shy, and he isn’t sure what to do. so, he does what he knows best. sunoo catches you after class, and starts talking, ignoring his shyness and explaining his feels outright and–do you like him too? your hands in his, the red on your cheeks, and your lips against his tell him everything.

✧･ﾟ: * niki - “something odd about you, yeah, you’re special and you know it”

something odd has happened, between you and niki, and while it absolutely terrifies him, this new feeling, it's exciting, enthralling. it makes him shy and question himself but he wants answers more. so, one day, when you come over, he starts asking questions around the edge of what he actually wants to say, gauging your reaction in case he needs to back off and kill these new, shy feelings. imagine his surprise when you start teasing back, your questions striking closer to the confession niki hopes you’ll make–i like you. and then, somehow, without words even–you end up together, sharing a sweet kiss that niki is sure erases his shyness once and for all.

[spacebaby1]

Hii what about Reader x Megumi where after a long time of getting to know each other in jujutsu high and becoming close friends (while they like to talk about deep stuff like injustices in the world, the 1% privilege, global warming, and genre inequality), reader opens up about a situation where she got harassed by a male friend at a party who tried to hug & kiss her and she doesn't know how to feel about it because she rationalizes her emotions and even her friends started acting like nothing ever happened.

(sorry for the so specific scenario haha just cane up with it while typing, you can change some things tho! thx!)

Ahhh, sorry this is too late, but this request hits home too real! Hope you like it.

Stay safe girlies/guys

It was a hot, sunny day at the start of July. Most schools are already summer break but not in jujutsu high. There were a few new students visiting today. However, you knew it would be a busy day for Gojo sensei and Nanami sensei, so you let them be and handle the work.

You were sitting on the grass far from the ground where Yuta and Maki were training, and lost in your own thoughts, you didn't see Megumi standing next to you. An ice cold can touched your cheeks, making you jump at the sudden coldness. Megumi was holding a can of cold drink towards you, "I've been calling your name for a minute, you okay?" He sat next to you. You took the can of strawberry soda and opened it, "Sorry, I was thinking. Hey, that's for this it's so freaking hot today. Megumi nodded, taking a sip of his own drink, "I don't know how Yuta and maki are training in this heat. Even I can't do that, so what were you thinking about? New mission?"

You shook your head looking ahead, and Megumi could see how lost you were in your own thoughts while still listening to him. You sat the soda to side. "Can I ask you something?" He nodded, "Sure, what's up?."

Not knowing how to make the situation into a question, but you needed to know this and if you were thinking it the right way or something else. "We've been friends for like seven years now?" Megumi nodded, waiting for you to continue, "you know how you were all like don't fist bump my shoulders, don't randomly play with my hair or like not so into physical touch thingy" He nodded again, and you sighed, "like, have I ever made you feel uncomfortable when I'd ruffle your hair or hug you? Did you feel like "Oh that's very weird?" I don't know how to explain it, but did you feel uncomfortable?" Megumi thought for a minute. "To be honest, when it's you doing that I don't feel uncomfortable because we know each other and if it's someone I just met tried to do the same with hugs and touches I'd absolutely feel uncomfortable. Why? Do you feel uncomfortable around me? Did I do anything?"

Shaking your head and waving your hands in front of you, you spoke, "No, absolutely not. Remember about the party I went to last week with my friend?" He nodded. "Well, she's been a friend forever since we both are neighbours, and we went to the same elementary school. At that party there was this friend of her, a guy that she said went to the same school as us but I honestly can't remember the last time I saw him and it was a friendly introduction at first but then he got a bit touchy around me and started to sit too close to me, he would throw his arm around my shoulder even though I kept telling him that it's making me uncomfortable and he with the others laughed it off and told me to "chill out" I don't think I'd feel the same if You or Yuji would hug me out of nowhere but tell me if I'm over thinking it and he probably didn't mean harm-"

"A guy did that? And you didn't call me to break his hands?" Megumi gave you the most concerning look you ever saw on his face, and you gasped smacking your hands together, "I knew it! I wasn't overthinking it! Those fake ass friends made me feel like I was overreacting when I told them that it made me feel uncomfortable! Ugh, now I feel so stupid! Ughhh, " you honestly felt a bit disappointed in your friends and bad for not reacting at the party. "Don't say that. you're not stupid. You just felt confused, and I feel you on that. Plus, it's not your fault it's that basterds fault. Do you know where he lives, Yuji and I would like to give him a visit." Megumi smiled at you, and that wasn't a normal smile that smile screamed rage. You sighed, "I would say that we should let it be, but if it happened to me the he probably will do it to another girl. Yes, I know where he lives." Megumi texted Yuji as you spoke, "Great, tell me his location. He will apologise."

Later that day you three walked to the guys house and he immediately had a smug look in his face when he opened the door to see you standing there, he leaned on forward while holding the door with his arm. Before he could speak, Megumi and Yuji should to your side, "So this is the idiot that made you uncomfortable?" Yuji grabbed his shirt collar with a terrifying look on his face."

"What a trash like you dares to make Y/N uncomfortable?" Megumi joined, cracking his knuckles. It's easy to say that the guy cried his apology out on his knees and didn't dare to cross his path.

[damiansgoodgirll]

heres something with damian: him and reader getting stranded in the airport due to a snowstorm and she cuddles up shyly with him

damian priest x reader

snow outside

you couldn’t believe your flight was getting delayed. well you actually could since there was a snowstorm outside but you really wanted to be home for the weekend and see your family that not even the end of world was going to stop you.

but the snow was increasing and a lot of flights got cancelled and you were worried about your flight too.

“you okay?” damian asked you when he sat next to you.

you just finished to film raw and even if you were supposed to be on different flights, you found yourselves stuck at the airport together.

“my flight is probably getting cancelled…” you whispered, trying everything you could to not to cry.

“mine too…i bet it’s sunny and cold in orlando tho…” he joked and you slightly smiled “are you going back home for a few days?” he asked while sitting next to you.

“i was supposed to before the flight got a four hours delay…” you said while reading all the delays on the screen.

“great…mine just got cancelled…” he said a little annoyed.

“what if i won’t be able to see my family?” you asked him and he could tell you were probably going to cry in any minute.

“hey…come here…” he held you closer “it’s not your fault and your family knows this…it’s just this freaking weather and the fact that we are in canada…and you gotta fly to vegas…i’m pretty sure it’s hot and sunny down there” he joked making you chuckled a little bit “i know how much this means to you…and i’m sure that you’ll see them very soon…” he said “…well, probably not tomorrow since your flight just got cancelled too”

“what?” you almost screamed in exasperation.

“hey hey calm down…take a deep breath for me hermosa…in and out…” damian saw how agitated you were and he was hurting for you. he knew how much you cared for your family and with the fact that you lived in orlando and they were in vegas, he knew you saw them not very often, plus with you being drafted from nxt to raw your life got busier and busier.

“i should call my mom and let her know i’m not visiting them this weekend…she was so excited when i called her yesterday…”

“i know hermosa…i’m so sorry…” he hugged you while you were typing your mum’s number. after calling her and explaining what was happening you felt a little bit more relaxed. you knew she wouldn’t be mad and that she would understand, you were just upset you couldn’t be there for her and your dad.

“it’s pretty cold outside…and here too…” you whispered trying to warm your hands a little bit.

thankfully damian was still hugging you so he didn’t make it awkward when his arm moved closer to your body to keep you closer to his bigger one.

he was cold too but he couldn’t help feeling all warm inside by having you so close.

there was a certain feeling between the two of you. you liked him more than a friend but you never understood his intentions. he was kind with you but he was kind with everyone so that didn’t make it special. he never showed anything that would make it seems like he was interest in you but right now, having him so close to you made you daydream about the relationship you could have.

“what if we share a hotel room?” he asked, waking you from your dream.

“what?”

“i mean…you’re clearly about to fall asleep here and even if i don’t mind you sleeping on me, this would be a very uncomfortable position for you to sleep and it’s clearly too cold here. plus all these people who’s flights been cancelled won’t stop making noise and it’s getting to crowded for my liking…we won’t be able to fly until tomorrow, hopefully the snow stops…and i’d rather sleep on a comfortable bed in a cozy room than staying here…” he said and honestly you were okay with everything he said. you knew there was the airport hotel just a few miles away and that the taxis were still going so before it was too late you both took the opportunity and got to the hotel.

damian got the room and - of course - there was just a bed. you pretended you didn’t care but inside you were the happiest person on earth.

you changed while he took a quick shower and both jumped into bed.

“dam…” you whispered.

“mh?” he turned his head just to see you.

“can you turn the tv on please? i - i can’t fall asleep without the sound…if it bothers you i can try and sleep-…” he didn’t even let you finish that the tv was on “thank you…”

“can i ask you why?” he was curious.

“i started doing it when i started living alone…i’ve always been scared of staying alone at night so the tv helped me calm…”

“but you’re not alone tonight” he almost teased.

“i know it’s just…it helps me you know?” you said shyly.

he loved how you just opened up to him and he honestly wanted to know every single detail of your life but he saw how you were about to fall asleep.

“i know…” he smiled “good night princesa…” he whispered while you closed your eyes. he fell asleep dreaming of more moments like this.

[aeshiiteiru]

Stars around my scars

— Sigma noticed his s/o falling into depression and comforts them

—Warnings & Notes

sfw | angst

|| Hey, hey! Sorry for the long wait, I've been quite busy, but that doesn't mean I forgot about you all!! I'm working on all the requests ^3^ (also, this was a request, but I accidentally deleted the ask! I hope the anon will still find it T^T)

|| hurt/comfort, gn! reader, self-harm, and depression!! (If you're sensitive, please don't interact!!!), I think there was some cussing, not sure, tho!, not beta read we die like bsd parents

Sigma is a busy man. Being the manager of a big and successful Casino takes up a lot of his time, so having some alone time with you is not always possible. But even then, even while not spending as much time with you, he noticed. He noticed how distant you were. He noticed the blank expression on your face, the forced smile you gave him, and the "I'm fine," you responded with whenever he asked if something was wrong. He didn't understand what was happening at first, thinking maybe someone said something that made you feel upset. His mission was to find out what was wrong. He started observing your behavior closely, trying to figure it out himself. He could've gained that information by a simple touch, that was an option with his ability, but he knew that that would be forced and he promised himself to never use his ability on you without your consent.

That left him with just analyzing your behavior, your answers, and just trying to understand your feelings. During one of his observations, he noticed that you started wearing more covering clothes. He thought it was weird. After all, it was so hot outside. Who would want to wear long-sleeved shirts and hoodies? That's when it clicked. That was the moment he connected all the dots and started panicking. You weren't harming yourself…right? He hoped it was just his mind making him worry for no reason, but there was this feeling of distress, the feeling that he needed to confront you right now, make sure everything was actually alright. So that's what he did. He took the nearest opportunity to leave his office and find you. He didn't care that he was going to miss a meeting, none of that mattered to him. The only thing on his mind was you and the worry for your well-being.

He found you in one of the casino rooms, sitting on the couch, observing as some players made bets. He immediately came up to you, reaching his hand out to you, hoping for you to take it so that the two of you can go into an empty room and talk. You were confused at first, looking at him and wondering why he wasn't at one of his meetings. You didn't question it, though. You just took his hand and stood up from the soft cushions. He took the lead, bringing you inside one of the empty rooms and closing the door behind him, trying to make sure you two had full privacy. "…so, why did you bring me here?" you asked, still confused. He gave you a rather sad look, trying to find the right words to start the topic. "Well, I've come to notice your shift in behavior…and your suspicious choice of clothing. Is there something wrong? Do you want to talk about it..?", he said gently, making sure not to scare you off immediately. You were very caught off guard. You didn't think he would actually notice it, considering you haven't really seen him for longer than 2 hours every three days or so.

You took a seat on one of the chairs, fidgeting with the sleeve of your hoodie. It was clear you were nervous, trying to say something, but nothing came out of your mouth. Sigma waited in silence, giving you as much time as you needed. The silence and your reaction only confirmed his suspicions. Five minutes went by, although to you, it felt like hours. You couldn't look him in the eyes, afraid he would be judging you. With a shaky breath, you finally spoke up, trying to stop this suffocating silence. "I…I'm not doing good…I've been missing my will to live, feeling numb all over my body, yet my heart always ached even though it felt empty. I've been very lonely, no one to talk to…", you explained briefly. Sigma was hurt, to say the least. Lonely? Why did you feel lonely if he was here? That's when he understood. He wasn't actually here. He didn't give you the attention you needed. He neglected you because of his work.

He felt awful, the guild building up in him. He started apologizing for not being there for you when you needed him, but you stopped him immediately. "You don't need to apologize, I understand. Besides…it's not just you. A lot has happened lately. I got kicked out of university because I was missing too many classes because of work, and I lost my job because I was always late since I had classes beforehand. I have to move out of my apartment soon because I can't pay the rent anymore and my [instert pet] died…currently, my life looks like some cheesy ass movie plot line, and that's utterly ridiculous!" you explained, noticing how stupid that sounds. Sigma tried to process all this information, trying to understand why you didn't tell him, why didn't you share your problems with him? Before he could even ask you, you already spoke up again. "Before you ask, I didn't want to trouble you. I know you're busy, and I just didn't want to burden you with my issues. "you exclaimed. Sigma was shocked, just in disbelief. Is that the impression he gave you? That you can't come to talk to him because he's busy? It was ridiculous to him, and he needed to get it inside your head that no matter how busy he was, he would always find time for you and help you with your problems.

"This is stupid. Dear, please, you can ALWAYS talk to me when things get hard for you, you don't have to pretend like everything is okay. I really didn't want to neglect you like this, and I'm incredibly sorry for making you think you can't talk to me. We can work everything out together, I'm here for you. I might not be able to help with the university, but how about you work here at the casino? I wouldn't mind having an amazing assistant. Your apartment? Move out and come live with me here in the casino. You know what my "house" part of the casino looks like, I'm sure you'll feel at home in no time. And about your [insert pet]…my condolences, I know how much they meant to you. I'll make sure to give them a proper funeral." spoke Sigma.

He gave you the hope you lost some time ago, and you couldn't help but shed tears at his words, at the fact that he cared. Sigma kneeled in front of you, taking your hands in his and looking at the sleeves. He sent you a look, asking whether it's okay for him to take a look. You just nodded slightly, allowing him to roll up your sleeves to reveal the many, many small and big cuts along both your arms. This view absolutely broke Sigma. You were scared he felt disgusted by them. You tried to pull away, but his grip on your hands remained. He finally spoke up, pure sorrow in his voice. "But…why the self-harm? What is the reason behind it?"Sigma tried really hard to understand. He wanted to know so that he could think of something to prevent it from repeating in the future. You only looked away, feeling pure embarrassment.

“It…it helped me with the numbness..it made me feel something. It was the only way for me to recognize myself as a living being." The following words just left your mouth before you could even process your thoughts. "You must feel disgusted by them, I'm sorry, I'll make sure to cover them up better…I'm just embarrassed by them."Sigma immediately stopped you by squeezing your hands again, this time reassuringly. "Disgusted? Never. And don't you dare feel embarrassed by it. It's understandable, but don't do it in the future, or ever. Understood?" he inquired, and you only nodded, tears streaming down your face. Sigma just looked at you, and his gaze was soon on your arms again.

He let out a quiet sigh and brought his face closer to your arms. He started kissing every single one of your scars with utmost care. This action left you shocked. You suddenly just felt overwhelmed with emotions. The small tears quickly turned into full-on sobs as he continued to leave little kisses on your arms, no scar left out. Once he was finished, he looked back at your face, giving you a small smile. "This doesn't make me change my thoughts about you, dear. You're still the same person I fell for, and I'll help you get through this hard time. So please, be honest with me in the future. I love and care about you." he whispered and stood back up. The two of you talked about your problems and found further multiple solutions to them. You felt so good about yourself now, seeing that there is actually someone who cares unconditionally.

Copyright © 2023 Aeshiiteiru.

[mialovespaige]

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The Ones I Love - Paige Bueckers

part 1

"I feel like I've done this before You're fighting your tears as I open the door And you deserve much more"

based on The Ones I Love by Olivia Rodrigo

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-----pairing: paige bueckers x fem!oc

-----summary: paige tears her ACL and, overwhelmed with guilt, starts pushing her girlfriend julie away. despite julie's efforts to help, paige feels like a burden and believes julie would be better off without her, leading to growing distance between them.

-----warnings: none? a little bit of angst maybe

-----a/n: hi, i've been lurking on tumblr for a bit, but this is my first time posting anything (it just seemed easier here than wattpad) so bear with me. but this has been sitting in my google drive for a HOT minute. also i'll do a post explaining background info later, i was just lazy. important info tho, julie is a hockey player at UConn from Canada, and the women's worlds (IIHF) is kinda like FIBA but for hockey

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Julie let out a sigh as she slung her duffle bag off her shoulder, dropping it to the ground in front of the Werth Basketball Center. She sat beside it, pulling out her phone to text her girlfriend. Just got out of practice, I’m outside whenever you’re ready.

As she waited for Paige, Julie’s gaze wandered over the quiet, almost deserted campus. The semester hadn’t started yet, leaving only a handful of athletes like herself who had arrived early for training. The peace and quiet washed over her, a welcome contrast to the frenzy that awaited her at the upcoming women's world hockey tournament in Denmark. Thirty minutes passed without a word from Paige. She’s probably still in practice, Julie reassured herself as she checked her phone. She  didn’t mind waiting a little longer. She closed her eyes, letting the warmth of the sun sink into her skin. 

Her quiet moment was interrupted by the sound of the basketball center doors swinging open. Julie’s head snapped toward the entrance in hopes to see her girlfriend walk through. But it wasn’t Paige—just one of her teammates.

"Waiting for Paige?" her teammate asked, concern evident in her eyes.

Julie immediately sensed something was wrong. A knot formed in her stomach. "Yeah, is she still playing?"

"You haven’t heard?"

Julie’s heart sank. "Heard what? Is she okay?"

Her teammate hesitated, biting her lip. "Paige hurt her knee."

The words hit Julie like a punch to the gut. "What?! How? When did this happen?"

"During a scrimmage. Her knee just gave out... I don’t know exactly what happened."

"Oh my God. Where is she? Is she okay?"

"She’s in the trainer’s room."

"Can I go see her?"

"Yeah, I’ll take you."

Julie grabbed her bag and followed quickly, her mind spinning. Paige has to be okay. She just recovered from an injury last year. This can’t be happening again. As they approached the trainer's office, Julie took a deep breath, steeling herself. Her heart hammered in her chest as she stepped inside and saw Paige lying on a table, an ice pack strapped to her knee.

"Paige?" Julie’s voice wavered as she stepped inside.

Paige looked up, quickly wiping away the tears on her cheeks before trying to smile. "Hey, Jules."

Julie crossed the room and gently placed her hand on top of Paige’s. "What happened?"

"We were playing pick-up. I had the ball, I was bringing it down the court, and... I felt my knee just pop." Paige’s voice cracked, and she sniffled. "I think it’s my ACL."

Julie’s breath hitched. She stared at Paige, then at the ice on her knee. "Your ACL... When do you know for sure?"

"I’m getting an MRI in a few hours, but I’m pretty sure it’s torn."

"Are you going alone? I can come with you," Julie offered, her voice soft but firm.

Paige shook her head. "The staff’s sending someone with me. I’ll be fine."

"I can still come," Julie insisted.

Paige hesitated, searching for an excuse to keep Julie from coming. She didn’t want her girlfriend to see her like this, embarrassed at how vulnerable she felt. "Don’t you have to train for your tournament thing?"

"Hockey’s the last thing on my mind right now," Julie replied without hesitation. "I want to be with you."

Paige’s shoulders sagged, a reluctant sigh escaping her lips. "Are you sure it won’t interfere with anything?"

Julie gave her a reassuring look. "Don’t worry about it."

"Okay," Paige said softly, swallowing her pride. "You can come."

Julie sensed the reluctance in her girlfriend’s voice and tilted her head slightly.I mean…if you don’t want me to be there, then it’s fine. But if you want me to come, I will."

Paige closed her eyes for a moment before answering, her voice thick with emotion. "I want you to come."

"Then I’ll be there," Julie said, squeezing Paige’s hand gently. "Do you need anything? I can grab something from your room—water, a snack?"

Paige shook her head. "No, I’m good. Thanks."

Julie leaned in and kissed Paige’s hand gently. "I’ll be right here, okay? Just tell me if you need anything."

"Thanks," Paige whispered, her voice barely audible.

Julie frowned, sensing the weight Paige was carrying. "I’m really sorry, Paige."

Paige shrugged, forcing a smile. "It happens. I’ll be fine."

The casual dismissal made Julie’s chest tighten. She could see right through the front Paige was putting up. 

"How was practice?" Paige asked suddenly, changing the subject. She hated the feeling of being pitied and she knew Julie was pitying her.

Julie blinked, caught off guard by the shift. "Um…It was good- fine. Nothing exciting."

Paige nodded but didn’t respond. She didn’t know what to say. She was usually the positive, optimistic, energetic one. At that moment, all she wanted to do was break down and cry.  But not here. Not in front of Julie. The silence between them grew, an uncomfortable void neither knew how to fill.

The silence was mercifully broken when the trainer returned, letting them know it was time to head to the hospital. Both Julie and Paige exhaled a breath they didn’t realize they’d been holding.

The ride to the hospital was just as tense as it was in the trainer’s office. Julie sat next to Paige, holding her hand as Paige made phone calls—her voice cracking as she updated her parents and close friends. Every now and then, when Julie heard a sniffle or a tremor in Paige’s voice, she’d give her hand a reassuring squeeze, letting her know she was still there. No matter what, Julie wasn’t going anywhere.

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Finally, they arrived at the hospital. The sterile smell hit them like a truck the moment they walked through the sliding doors. Julie tightened her grip on Paige’s hand, as they navigated through the maze of hallways and check-in stations. Paige had gotten noticeably quieter,  her usual confidence buried under the weight of her injury. Julie could feel the tension radiating off her girlfriend, every step seeming to push Paige further into her own thoughts. 

When they reached the waiting area outside the imaging center, Julie led them to a pair of chairs in the corner of the room. She glanced at Paige, whose gaze was fixed on the floor. The silence between them felt heavy again, almost suffocating, but Julie didn’t know how to break it. Instead, she gently rubbed her thumb over the back of Paige’s hand, hoping the small gesture was enough to comfort her.

Julie’s thoughts are interrupted by an anxious Paige, shifting uncomfortably in her seat. “Can you stop staring?”

Julie blinked, her heart sinking. "Sorry." Her voice came out small, barely a whisper.

Paige lets out a sigh. It’s like Julie was staring right into her soul. It wasn’t Julie’s fault. It’s just that her gaze felt like it had penetrated every wall Paige had put up. Normally, she appreciated how well Julie could read her, but now it felt like too much. The vulnerability made her skin crawl.

“Are you hungry?” Julie asked, her voice still hesitant.

“No,” Paige responded a little too sharply for her own liking. She saw the way Julie shrank into her seat, and it made her feel frustrated—at herself, at the situation, at everything.

“Okay…well, I’m gonna grab myself something from the vending machine.” Julie says, standing up awkwardly. “I'll be right back.” 

Julie returned a few minutes later, a bag of M&M’s in one hand and a packet of Oreos in the other. She quietly slipped the Oreos into the pocket of Paige’s backpack and murmured, “Just in case,” before sitting down and focusing on her candy, chewing in silence. Paige didn’t respond, but the gesture didn’t go unnoticed.

Minutes ticked by. The occasional hum of conversation from the nurses’ station and the soft footsteps of passing staff filled the air, but otherwise, the space around them felt as still as Paige’s expression. Julie wanted to say something—anything to ease the tension between them—but every word that came to mind felt useless in the face of what Paige was going through.

Just as Julie was about to speak, a nurse entered the waiting room. “Miss Bueckers?”

Paige stood up. The nurse gestured for Paige to head inside, leaving Julie behind.Paige stood up, and Julie watched as the nurse gestured for her to follow. Paige’s limp was more pronounced now, each step looking heavier, more labored. She disappeared through the door into the imaging room, leaving Julie alone in the waiting area.The waiting room felt emptier without Paige beside her, and she found herself fidgeting, her leg bouncing nervously as she waited for her to return.

The seconds felt like minutes and the minutes felt like hours. Every time the door opened, Julie’s head snapped up, only to fall again when it wasn’t Paige. She leaned forward, elbows on her knees, and stared down at her phone. A text notification flashed across her screen—it was her coach, reminding her of tomorrow morning’s practice. Julie swiped the message away without replying. Hockey can wait.

Finally, the door creaked open again, and this time, it was Paige. Their eyes met across the room, and Julie knew what the outcome was before Paige even said a word.

“How’d it go?” The brunette said as Paige approached her. 

"It’s torn," Paige said quietly, her voice strained. “They said I’ll get the results tomorrow but they’re like 99% sure so…” 

Julie’s stomach dropped. “Oh,” was all she could say. Her heart ached, knowing how devastating this would be for Paige. Six months—maybe more—without basketball. She couldn’t imagine how Paige must be feeling. Basketball was Paige’s life, her identity. Without it, who would she be?

Paige let out a long, exhausted sigh. She was drained, both physically and emotionally. All she wanted now was for the day to end. “Ready to go?”

“Yeah, let’s go.” Julie said softly, wrapping her arm around Paige’s shoulders, offering her support as they walked out of the hospital.

[madebyrolo]

Chapter 8

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They boys head to their makeshift field and decided on the teams while the girls sit in their little area they made.

“Alright Me and Sam are captains. I get first pick” Embry said. He played on his schools team so he takes these games seriously. The teams are Emry, Jake, Quill ,Tyler and Sam, Paul, Seth,Jared

“Doesn’t it seem unfair. I mean Paul and Sam they are obviously bigger than the rest of them” y/n said concerned

“Yea but Embry knows the game well and him and Quil are an unbeatable duo.” Emily said

“Wait who’s gonna be the ref?” Seth asked

“Oo my sister can do it, She used to play when she was younger she knows the game right y/n!” Tyler said with pleading eyes. This is the only time she’s seen him this sweet.

“Fine I guess.” She gets up and heads to the boys.

“Y/n no cheating family doesn’t mean anything on the field.” Paul said looking at her with a smirk

“Yea but I don’t know i heard some things about Embry and Quil, I don’t think Tyler would be a problem.” Y/n snarked backed

The game starts and so far they’re playing fair. Couple minutes past and Emily was right about Embry and Quil they are kicking their asses. It’s 2-1 right now and they haven’t even hit halftime yet.

“Guys I’m not gonna lie, as grown men this is pretty embarrassing.” Emily commented

“I second that” Bella agreed

“They’re younger they have more energy and better stamina” Jared said

“No you guys suck.” said y/n

Finally after what felt like forever it’s halftime.

“That was literally the most sad first half I’ve seen.” Y/n said.

“Come on we didn’t know Seth would’ve been a terrible goalie.” Jared said

“He looked at y/n once and caused us a point.” Sam said

“He was practically gawking at you” Paul said with disgust

“I can’t help it look at her skin it’s sun kissed!”

“Stop looking at her toes!”

“But they’re pink and glittery….” Seth wined

“Alright guys it’s 3-1 let’s just call it quits” Jared said

“Yea I don’t wanna cry for Paul when you guys lose” y/n said

“Aww you’ll cry for me. That’s so sweet I’m touched!” Paul replied with a sarcastic smile

“Alright so you guys forfeit ?” Jacob asked mischievous smile

“Never” Paul replied with a smirk

“Come on Paul I wanna swim before the sun goes down!” Y/n said falling into him. Paul looked at her in her pleading soft eyes and before he could think he said

“We forfeit.”

“NOO PAUL WHY” Jared yelled at him falling on the sand. Paul instantly remembered why they didn’t forfeit.

“Cant blame him” Sam said going up to Emily with a kiss

“Oh my god why so dramatic about it, it’s just a game!” Bella commented

“We a team forfeits they have to take out shifts for the rest of the week.” Jacob said proudly

“What do mean shifts?” Bella asked. They all looked at Sam trying to figure out what they could telll the 2 girls who couldn’t know about the shifting.

“Um well you know It’s who has to clean up after every feast Emily cooks for us!” Sam said trying to convince them

“It’s literally just cleaning up how lazy can you guys be” y/n said

“Yea but they aren’t crazy like animals they eat like them too.” Emily complained

“Well I’m off to swim!” Y/n said throwing off her shirt at Seth and running to the shore. Seth stared at her in awe this just made his crush on her worse.

“Woah baby she’s hot.”

“Watch it.” Paul growled

“Easy Paul.” Sam whispered to him

“Do you have a crush on her seth?” Jacob ask him laughing

“What !? no….”

“She’s 17, your 14 it ain’t gonna happen” Jared said

“I can wait.”

“Guys come on there’a other girls” Sam said trying to keep the peace

“They’re not y/n tho” Paul said

“Oh what now you’re interested in her too? Now I don’t definitely don’t have a chance!” Seth threw his head back in defeat

“What? No im just saying there other girls for you, that are your age.” Paul told him

“Yea but remember you’re basically 19 so you can’t make a move.”

“Sure Seth just for you.”

“You guys stop fighting over her, Embry basically beat you too it anyways.” Quill said looking at Embry and y/n playing fighting in the ocean..

“Guys come on stop fighting let’s go in!” Emily said trying to keep Paul from wolfing out infront of Bella and Y/n.

They all are in the water, Bella soon left to meet up with her boyfriend.

Sam and Emily are together swimming and talking . The younger boys are ended up cliff diving with Jared.

Paul is just roaming around y/n not leaving her side. They some what were acting like children, y/n showing him how she doggy paddle, them having contests to see who can hold their breath the longest and just swimming around talking getting to know each other after a month of waiting.

“what’s your name” y/n asked

“Paul Lahote”

“Now tell me your story Mr.Lahote”

“Well, I’m 18 years old, people say I have a short temper but they’re just sensitive. My birthday is January 10th, greens my favorite color and I want to be a mechanic” he told her “now what’s yours.”

“Y/n Lara. originally city girl, I’m 17. My birthday is April 29th and my favorite color is purple. I don’t really know want I wanna do but a dentist sounds nice, oh maybe a vet.” she told him excitingly

“You know forks isn’t that bad” y/n says “it’s so peaceful, no crazy traffic, no loud noises coming from literally everywhere. Just trees, animals and rain. I feel so at peace.” she said floating soaking up the sun, waiting to see the sunset

“Do you miss Chicago ?” Paul asks her

“I miss the memories, my friends you know? I wouldn’t trade riding the transit for this. I officially love the west coast” she said swimming backwards

“Here come float with me” Paul pulled her. They both lay on their backs just staring at the sky, the sun is slowly starting to fall.

“I could totally take a nap here” y/n commenting “if I wouldn’t like float away becoming lost at sea”

“That would be a funny story to tell ” Paul chuckled before linking their hands “ I got you. don’t know what I would if I lost you.” The imprint on Sam started talking, this taken back y/n a bit.

“What do you mean?” She asked

“Oh um” Paul struggled to cover up what he said but quickly recovered “ you know before I could sweep you off your feet”

“Smooth” y/n said “you got competition tho”

“How will I ever compete with Seth!! A 14 year old who’s a mamas boy.” they laugh

“Come on let’s go with the others” y/n said grabbing his hand and swimming towards the shore.

Every was helping pack up, putting the food in the coolers, packing up the chairs and putting everything in the cars.

“Here let me help you” Paul said as he dusted off the sand of y/n blankets and folded them.

“Thanks Paul” she said

“Anytime” they head to her car to put them away. Once done they stood there.

“it was very nice to see you again. You’re pretty cool” y/n said

“Thanks you too. Didn’t know the girl who blasts oasis knew how to doggy paddle.” He said with a laugh

“Oof yea” she said closing her eyes due to embarrassment To be honest I blasted it because I was embarrassed that I called you sir. I thought I embarrassed myself I didn’t know you were 18 you look 20 with your build” She responded

“I’ll guess I’ll see you around the rez ? I gotta a get going tell Jacob and the rest I said bye and thanks for the invite !” Y/n said getting into her car

“Well bye I hope you too see you around soon. Drive safe” Paul hit the roof of her car and walked away.

Y/n waited for Tyler to get in the car and let him pick a cd. She began driving home thinking about how she finally met the boy from her dreams.

𝘗𝘢𝘶𝘭 𝘭𝘢𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘦

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[k4shixe]

Prompt 4 with nanamiiiiiiii pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

BabySitter

CW; reader is 17, character is 28, age difference, strictly platonic, complements said to character, type of flirting (its teasing/joke tho), shouting at reader, kinda swearing

Pairings; rich!fem!reader x bodyguard!nanami (platonic)

Summary; After getting caught too many times, your father decided to get you a body guard. In an attempt to get rid of him, you go it the mall with your best friend.

Word count; 3k+

Prompt: “that’s enough.”

A/n; aaah here it is! Worked 2 days on this and ngl I never did watch the anime so he might be a little too formal. BUT I did enjoy writing this so please send any requests along! And I hope you enjoy! :)

12 minutes.It took them 12 minutes to find where you were. It’s worse that there are things that you shouldn’t be having at the party, especially at a party with teenagers. And you thought escaping to go to the party was easy. Oh how you knew you were going to get it. Your father stood in front of you with guards blocking the way out.

“Y/n I expected better. I told you that, you, explicitly, couldn’t go anywhere until we finish the meeting. You could’ve been kidnapped or worse”

“But dad I was bored! What was I meant to do wait?”

“That’s exactly what your meant to do! You leave me no choice but to take your credit card and get you a bodyguard”

“Okay fine my card is understandable but a bodyguard! That’s crazy! I don’t need to a baby sitter! I’m 17 for god sake!”

“It’s too late. My decision is final. Now go to your room, your grounded until you show me you can behave.”

You left for your room, sitting on your bed and sulking over the fact your going to have a babysitter. Or as your dad called it a “bodyguard”. You wished your mum was here, but tragically she died in a car accident when you were still a toddler so you knew how precious you were to your father. He loved you but you couldn’t blame him since you managed to get past everything he tried but that also didn’t change the predicament you got yourself into. You decided to texted your best friend telling her about what happened.

Bestie <33

I got caught ;(

Now my dad got me a babysitter

Oh cheer up,is it a guy or girl?

And are they hot?

Oh shut up.

And he didn’t even tell me so idk

Ok fine, how about

you just try getting rid of them?

Ooo, now your talking!

Just come to the mall tomorrow,

I need more outfits

Didn’t you buy some last week?

Yeah but I already wore those

Okay whatever you say

After chatting with your friend you started realising that you actually didn’t know who it was going to be. It could be some scary homeless dude your dad found on the street. You started praying it was atleast a girl, maybe you 2 could be friends. And with that you fell asleep.

“Honey wake up. Sweetie please get up” Your father shook you lightly.

“So early in the morning though” You slowly sat up on your bed,rubbing your eye to try get the tiredness out. You squinted your eyes seeing a tale, well-built man who was wearing a suit with blonde hair styled with a neat part next to your dad.

“Dad who’s this?“ you say visibly confused as you regained your eyesight.

“This is Mr Kento Nanami, he’s your new bodyguard.” Your dad sounded oddly proud for his accomplishment of finding such a well groomed bodyguard.

“But Dad he’s like 50! People are gonna think I’m dating this weirdo!”

“That’s no way to talk to your bodyguard y/n!”

“Im 17 I shouldn’t have some babysitter! I should be able to make my own decisions!”

“Sneaking out to go to a party at 3am shouldn’t be one of them!” He took a deep breath to calm himself down “Y/n, you are having him as a bodyguard and that’s final. Now if you need me I’ll be in my office” Your dad walks off leaving you and this “weirdo” in your room.

“So… your what now?”

“As your “dad” stated I’ll be your body guard. I’ll have to watch over you and make sure you don’t do anything reckless”

“Okay old man, I know my dad told you to do this but aren’t you annoyed you have to babysit me? You can just quit right now and blame it on me. I won’t mind.”

“Nice try but I already got paid so orders are orders until said otherwise. And I’m not your babysitter, I’m your bodyguard”

Man, this guy was going to be hard to convince. You thought as you looked at Nanami who was looking around the room, analysing it.

“Okay mr bento ninja could you leave my room?”

“It’s Mr Nanami to you, and I can’t just ‘leave’ I was ordered to stay”

“So what your going to watch me change then?” You say raising your eyebrows while starting at him awaiting his answer.

“Of course not, don’t be childish. I’ll leave if you had told me why.” He says as he left the room and closed the door behind him.

After getting changed into a sleek bodycon dress that really complemented your look, and with some makeup,heels plus a matching purse, you were all good to go. Now to only convince your dad. Shouldn’t be hard right? Walking down the staircase with Nananmi behind you (you couldn’t help be a little disgusted), you went to your fathers office and opening the door when hearing a “come in” by him.

“Dad could you please give me my credit card back? I promise I won’t spend much” you say with a pouting face and batting your eyes. You knew he couldn’t say no.

“Sorry sweetie but rules are rules. Until I can trust you again no credit card until then.” To say you were shocked was an understatement.

“But-“

“No buts,ifs or ands. Rules are rules.”

“Can I atleast go out with f/n?”

“You can but you must take Nanami with you. He must know anything and everything you are doing, and he can and will be able to check your phone if necessary. That’s the only other rule”

“Fine.” You groan and glare at Nanami who couldn’t care less and walked off, after he nodded to your dad he followed after you.

You pull out your phone, making a quick call to your driver when you heard Nanami clear his throat. “You do know your under my care, so I should be a able to do everything for you. Ms l/n.”

“Ugh don’t call me l/n, brings back memories. Just call me y/n. And I’m just calling my driver, I need a lift to the mall.” You have gotten your mother’s last name when you were born, since your parents felt like you’d like it more, especially when you’d become someone of more importance.

“If you insist Ms y/n, and you know I can drive.”

“Yeah…no thanks I’d rather take my own driver.”

“Very well. Whatever you want.”

The car ride to the mall was quiet. Too quiet. You wanted to listen to music but kind of over thinking that the music would be too loud and Nanami would judge you. He sat on the opposite side of the car, sitting still and quiet. Why are you overthinking something you would never think twice about? Is this bento dude that intimidating? I swear he’s staring at me from the side of his eye. Ugh snap out of it. You leaned your head back and let out a small groan. This was so nerve wracking. You pulled out your phone and just opened it to check the time. The lock screen showing a picture of your mother, father and you just a happy family. You stared at it with a small smile, the picture always made you calm and relaxed. Nanami noticed and decided some small talk would be better then silence.

“Is that your mother?”

You jumped a little at his words. First not expecting him to talk and second to ask that question. “Oh uh yeah…”

“Where is she? I never seen her around before”

The fact that sentence stung was a whole different type of pain. It felt like he was making fun of you just like the kids did to you when they found out in middle school. You tried putting a fake smile up but it hurt a little too much and an ich in your throat to cry came. You quickly tried wiping away the forming tears but just opted to looking the other direction when that wasn’t working.

“She uhh, died when I was younger”

And for the first time you got some emotion out of Nanami. Surprise and more of a regret for asking that question. “Oh, sorry I wasn’t aware.” He noticed the tear on the side of your face still visible to him and got a handkerchief from his suit pocket and handed to you.

For the rest of the car ride it was more awkward and silent then before. You managed to calm down but now you were thinking what Nanami thought of you. Some spoiled brat? Probably. I mean he isn’t wrong. You zoned out looking at him and didn’t even realised till he looked back at you. “Is everything alright”

“Oh sorry! I zoned out! I tend to do that a lot.” You looked back out the window blushing from embarrassment. He shook his head and went back to his seating position.

Finally you had made it to the mall and the drive opened the door for you with Nanami fixing his suit while walking up to you. You entered the mall looking for your friend and found her at the Gucci store shopping for some shoes.

“Hey! F/n!” You quickly walked over to her giving her a hug like always.

“Who’s the old guy?” She whispers to you looking behind you to exactly point him out.

“It’s the dumb babysitter my dad got me remember?”

“He is kinda hot though.” You hit her lightly.

“Shut up. Now let’s go to Sephora, I heard there selling a new makeup pallet!”

“Quickly then! We need to get it!” She grabbed your hand as you both rushed off with Nanami keeping an eye on you both, mainly and specifically just you. You reached the aisle with just a few pallets left when you realised.

“Crap, I wasn’t allowed to get my credit card. I can’t pay for it.” You say disappointedly.

“It’s fine just take my emergency one. It has a budget of like 50k though so just be a little mindful.”

“Omg did I ever tell you that your the best?”

“No but you should start” you and f/n laughed as you went to pay before

“Not so fast. Do you think your father would let you pay with your friends credit card? There is a reason he took yours away from you.”

“Yeah but this is different. So don’t try put your reason into this. Besides if he doesn’t know then who cares.” You say and your friend nodded her head in agreement.

“Fine. If you really don’t care, I’ll call him right now” He says getting his phone out his pocket.

“Hey! Wait! I won’t use her card” you mumble quietly as you put the make up pallet away upset about it.

“Let’s go to the restroom I got to tell you something.” F/n whispered and you nodded. You both began walking, Nanami close behind. When you reached the door you both quickly entered saying something to Nanami about fixing your make up and hurried in.

“That was easier then I thought.”

“Yeah but what would he do? Enter the girls bathroom?”

You both burst of laughing, Nanami could definitely hear you both from how echoey the bathroom was but you didn’t care right now.

“We need to get rid of your babysitter. Even though he is kinda hot at all”

“Agreed, except for the last part. But atleast we know we won’t be fighting over the same guy in the future.” You say as you both laugh.

“Ok we could go clothes shopping next and since we’re basically the same size just look for everything you want and pretend it’s for me.”

“Got it, now let’s try the make up pallet you got”

“Yess!” Let’s just say you guys spend at least half an hour in there just gossiping and doing each others makeup. F/n was telling you the juiciest gossip ever when it was interrupted by a knock at the door.

“Who would be knocking to enter a public restroom?”

“Beats me” you shrug.

“Are you ladies done in there?” Of course it was Nanami who was standing the whole time just waiting for you to leave.

“Would’ve thought security took him away for being a perv”

“Same!” You both burst out laughing again before another knock stopped you. “Well let’s just go clothes shopping!” You both get up and leave the restroom after packing up. Entering the first clothing store and looking for clothes, you both went to the swim suit aisle and poor Nanami had to stand there looking at the ground while you both giggled and tried them on. You swear you could see a tint of pink on his cheeks from the embarrassment. You smirked, your plans working. Now just a matter of time. I mean what would people think of some grown man following two girls trying on bathing suits. After picking out a few you headed to the dresses and picked out a few to try. Finding one you particularly liked but didn’t know if you should get, you decided to play a little joke on Nanami, and your friend encouraging it just built up your confidence.

“Oh mr Nanami~”

“Yes Ms y/n. What is it?.”

“Do you think this dress looks nice on me?” Expecting some sort of reaction, you can certainly say you were disappointed when he just nodded and looked back to where he was looking. You frowned and rolled your eyes, “whatever”. Your friend and you finish shopping and managed to get Nanami off your back about you trying on the clothes even though your not supposed to buy anything. “It’s just for fun! It’s not like we’re hurting anyone. Besides shes going to buy them anyways” your friend agreed with you.

Of course you guys went a little overboard and bought way too many clothes to hold them all. After a good 4 hours you waved your friend goodbye and she gave you half her bags insisting you “hold them” for her and she’ll pick them up next time. Your friend secretly handing you a credit card, not having as much but enough to get you a few extra things. Nanami still swift and quick to catch up with you, you decided to try something on him. With a little bit of a dramatic effect (thank god you took acting classes).

“Oh Mr Nanami sir. Could you please hold my bags? My arms are sooo tried, I don’t think I can hold them anymore” you say looking up at him with ‘puppy dog’ eyes.

“No. I’m your body guard, not a mall porter”

“Oh Pretty please~”

“Fine.”

“Thank you!” You say delightedly as you hand him your bags and quickly rush off to another store. Using the card your friend gave you managed to buy at least 3 more bags worth of clothes, 3 with shoes, 2 with purses and accessories and that was just the starting. You kept handing Nanami bags, and he was just silently taking them and holding each one. You could tell he was getting tired and fed up with you though. Slowly and surely you noticed him getting slower from carrying all those bags and the anger was just building up. The last straw was when you showed up with another 2 bags just hanging them on his arm when suddenly

“that’s enough.”

To say that didn’t scare your soul out of you was an understatement. You were mortified.

“Enough?…”

“Enough. You are going home this instance and you will carry your bags on your own.” He was practically death staring you, leaving you speechless.

“Yeah okay…” yeah okay? Why did I say that? I should’ve told him to shut it and listen to me. What am I doing? A little too scared to say anything back, you picked up as much bags as you could, struggling to pick up some as the weight of them was way more heavier then expected. Nanami sighed and picked up the rest, escorting you out of the mall. After following you for around 6 hours and having to go through the most embarrassing things ever. He still took your bags and watched over you, maybe because it was his job, but maybe, just maybe, he actually did care.

Nevertheless, the car ride back was silent like before, even being able to hear a pin drop was possible. You got your phone out and opened a food delivery app, scrolling through the food options. Yes, you did have a personal chef at home but you wanted to eat out today. Especially being forced to eat a models diet was tiering. You felt a little bad for Nanami so you sucked up your pride and turned your head to him.

“Uh Mr Nanami, would you like to eat something?” He looked over at you before shaking his head.

“thank you Ms y/n but no.” And with that the car when quiet again.

Getting home with all those bags was a trouble waiting to happen. You should of thought of it, oh how your brain was mentally screaming at you. But thanks to mr snitch, he called your dad beforehand telling him about everything. Your were no longer allowed to hang out with your friends, they could come over but that was it. After a shouting match with your dad, you slammed the door to your room with tears in your eyes. Your almost an adult and no freedom. What was the point? Nanami on the other hand, probably doesn’t know what a slammed door means and knocked on the door before opening the door. You quickly composed yourself, opting to just wash your make up off instead of looking like a clown you and went off to your bedroom’s bathroom. You had to push Nanami out of your room to change as he wasn’t believing you, thinking you’d run off. You began doing some homework, being homeschool was easy but the homework you got was something else. Struggling on one question in particular, you didn’t notice Nanami leaning over your chair looking at the question.

“No, your doing it wrong. Here.” He scribbled a few things on the paper which somehow made perfect sense to you. You mumbled and quiet thanks “Thanks…” which he simply acknowledged with a nod.

“Mr Nanami could I tell you something?” Nanami nodded his head for you to go on.

“I’m sorry about today, and thank you for watching over me. Even though it’s your job and everything but uhh…” Here comes your dumb phase! You were sure he though you were as stupid as you sounded.

“What I’m trying to say is thank you.” You keep your eyes on your homework, scared he’d just look at you with disappointment. But you looked up and you swear you saw a teny tiny smile on his face. You smiled back as you noticed he wasn’t mad at all. Maybe things with a body guard wouldn’t be horrible after all.

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[daedalusdavinci]

16, riddlebat. disabled people time

16. At your lover’s complaining, rubbing a spot where they ache, smiling as they lean into your touch and melt at both the touch and warmth. the way youve literally sent me this prompt before lol tho tbf that one was for 2f and matches. anyway now that im done teasing heres your eds eddie that ik youre dying for

It takes less than a minute for Edward to start complaining. He complains like it's the fuel that keeps him going, eternally bitching every moment he isn't bragging, except for when he manages to do both at once. He complained so much about being left behind, but he complains just as much about the stakeout, so there's no winning. He fidgets, stretches, grumbles, riddles, bitching first about nothing, then about boredom, then about Bruce, rolling from one subject to the next seamlessly. If Bruce wasn't so used to doing stakeouts with children, he might have found it impossible to tune out. At least Edward has never tried to walk on his hands along the edge of the roof.

It takes one hour before Edward's complaints start to have an edge. He rolls his shoulders uncomfortably, stretches his legs out in front of him, and twists his back every way he can. He pops every knuckle, shifts his jaw, and hunches forward over his knees. His complaints are biting, now, grumbled and sulky and miserable, instead of too loud and delivered with a whiny flair.

"I told you we would be sitting here for a long time," Bruce tells him, even as he unfurls from his hunch, moving back from the edge of the roof.

"I didn't think we'd be sitting on a roof. It's freezing," Edward grumbles, but he shifts forward when Bruce moves behind him, peering more carefully over the edge.

"I told you it'd be cold."

"There's cold, and then there's sitting on concrete a hundred feet up, feeling the ice travel through your fucking bones. Riddle me this, Batman. What bites, but has no teeth?" Edward grumbles. He's leaning into Bruce's hands even before Bruce applies any pressure, and the minute Bruce's thumb finds the first knot in his shoulder, he groans in relief, head tipping back.

"Watch the street," Bruce instructs, digging in deep. His thumbs smooth, pull, and press, working it out gradually. Edward is a tangle of defunct connective tissue and stress, and at their age, the cold has a way of finding aches. He should have made sure Edward wore something warmer, or at least brought something for when he inevitably disregarded the advice.

Edward is like putty in his hands, pliant and heavy, but he does return his gaze to the street. "You're deflecting."

"It's not nearly cold enough for you to get frostbite," Bruce says. "At worst, you'll catch a cold and spend the next week bitching about it."

"I'm going to be sore for days."

"You'll be sore tonight. We'll take a hot bath, you'll warm up, and I'll work on whatever's left. And next time, when I tell you you're not coming with me on a stakeout, you're going to listen."

"I need to be here," Edward insists. "I need to see it all happen, as it is. I have to catch the things you miss."

"I never had any problem catching you."

"That was then. This is now. Things are more complicated than they used to be. That's why you have me, remember? Or are you forgetting things too, now, in your old age?"

For that, Bruce digs his thumb into a particularly sore spot. Edward flinches, shooting him a sour look over his shoulder before Bruce resumes his ministrations. "You've always been able to solve things from my files before. Consider it an extra challenge."

"You're just an OCD tightass who can't stand anyone else messing with his precious case."

"I'm a tightass who can't stand the way you throw yourself headlong into trouble," Bruce corrects.

"Aw. Because I'm your precious headcase?" Edward doesn't turn, this time, but Bruce can hear the grin.

"Something like that," Bruce allows, pressing his lips just softly against Edward's shoulder.

"Look at you, you big bad bat," Edward says, fond and teasing. There's more on the tip of his tongue, Bruce knows- there's always more- but he stiffens suddenly. "Wait- There!"

Edward grabs Bruce's shoulder as he lurches towards the edge, and suddenly both of them are silent, watching. The rest of the massage will have to wait.

[anxiousalienwriter]

So I had to have an unexpected surgery this week leading to me being late to the party with this week's episode. I was thoroughly spoiled but I was trying to save my opinions until I actually watched the episode, and I gotta say. Wtf was that?

Like I think what they were trying to do is have Athena be like the stand in character for the audience. Through her, we need to come to accept Bobby's gone just like Athena accepts by the end of the episode/paralleled with the whole firebaby kidnapping mystery thing. Grief and letting go and all that jazz. And it does make sense to have that character be her since she is Bobby's wife.

However, I would say they failed considering I don't even believe that kid wasn't kidnapped. The mom had to have done something with that DNA test.

Like I'm sorry but you mean to tell me there are TWO kids in the SAME AREA that just so happen to have this super unique birthmark?? Also, NOTHING was left behind from the fire?? Babies may have more cartilage than bone, but they definitely still have bones. And a house fire does not burn hot enough to completely destroy bones. Even baby ones. So like??

(And yes, I did look all this up and have a very weird search history now, so thanks for that 911. I hope my fbi agent realizes this was for confirmation/research purposes)

And this isn't even getting into how this really happened. A woman kidnapped a kid, set the house on fire to cover it up, and then the original mother recognized her kid years later at a birthday party. LIKE??

So if this episode was trying to convince me to let go, it did a bad job. Bobby is absolutely still alive and I'm believing that until the very last second of the last episode of the season. Also the government kept his body for 2 weeks?? It was a closed casket funeral?? No, it's all too suspicious for me.

However, if Bobby does turn out to be dead? This episode was a terrible sendoff. Where are my scenes of all of these characters dealing with their grief? Where's the scene where they're like all sitting around a table, reminiscing about Bobby, taking comfort in their memories and each other? I'm hoping we see more of that in the next two episodes but with how bad the writing has been these last two episodes... I'm not holding my breath.

I mean, come on. A montage for the funeral in the last few minutes of the episode?? The way the promo was, I was led to believe the funeral would be the main focus of the episode. I mean, it sure makes the most sense for it to be since a major character just died. But no. And Eddie not even being there until the day of the funeral?? Which I am so mad about everything they're doing with him but this post is long enough.

I'm just hoping this episode was like trying to get people to accept his death and we get more reactions and the exploration of characters in the coming episodes. Because this was just.... disappointing. Though, Angela and Kenny did do an amazing job with their performances so there were definitely some redeemable qualities of this episode, at least.

Tho that scene with Gerrard talking to Chim at the car accident instead of Hen??? Excuse me?? Wrong. Incorrect. Criminal, actually. Like sure, he's the captain, but Hen's not pushing her way to talk to Chimney who clearly isn't coping?? Why are none of them leaning on each other! It leads me to think they really are just coworkers. I guess all that talk about them being a family and everything was wrong. Also can we please be done with Gerrard? Please.

Idk, man. I'm hopped up on pain meds. But I had to get my thoughts out. Now I'm gonna go back to writing and ignoring canon until better writing enters the picture again like goddamn.

[waffellinoo]

Bestfriend!Jason x f!reader pt. 1

Summary: You have been friends with Jason for a while now. To be exact, you and Jason had been best friends for almost six years at this point. Which meant, that you guys visited each other’s houses regularly, but most of the time you visited the Wayne Manor just because they had a big ass Library that had every book you could have dreamed of. Especially those books that you guys used for your regular study sessions. But happens if one of those study sessions turns into something more spicy?

Warnings-> dirty thoughts and hand kink(?)

Word count-> A LOT

mdni!

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You and Jason had been studying for hours and at some point you were so exhausted that you just gave up and started watching him study instead. But you didn‘t want him to notice you staring at him so you just pretended to study, when in reality you just watched him scribble notes, for the upcoming physics test, into his notebook.

To be honest you didn’t even notice what he wrote down, the only thing you could concentrate on was how his hand wrapped around his pen and how his biceps started to tense up whenever he pulled his hair, when he was working on a hard question. Before you could do anything you began drifting away with your thoughts.

How would it feel to have his hand around your neck? Or all over your body? The same way he was gripping his pen for dear life. But dang he could easily cup your breasts with ease in one hand, that just how big his hands were, and not to forget those long and thick fingers of his. How just two of them could easily just fill up your hole.

You slowly started to press your thighs together in hope of stopping you from leaking furthermore. But him sitting so close to you and also looking so god damn sexy didn‘t help you in the slightest. But even tho how turned on you got you couldn‘t help but feel guilty about thinking of him like this. It also wasn‘t the first time but you couldn‘t shake of this feeling.

You guys had been friends for around six years now and you suddenly getting turned on by him wasn‘t really how the concept of best friends work. But how could you not get turned on, when such a god a man was sitting besides you?

Even when you were feeling guilty about all of this you couldn’t stop thinking about how it would feel, when Jason would though you and make you feel good. Because that‘s what best friends do right? They want you to feel good and would help you feel good. And right now you needed him more than ever.

So while you were busy with your thoughts you didn‘t notice Jason suddenly stopping in his tracks and look at you, because you were usually quiet loud and outspoken but for the last ten minutes you had been as quiet as a mouse and that‘s what concerned him.

The moment you noticed him staring at you was, when he scooted closer and touched your shoulder to ask if you were okay.

“You okay y/n?“ He asked with concern in his voice.

“Huh?” You asked him confused.

“I asked if you were okay.”

“Oh eh yeah- yeah I am fine why?” You tried to sound as convincing as you could at that moment but you could see that he wasn’t buying it. He knew that something was up with you but couldn’t quite place what it was.

“You sure? Your cheeks are all flushed and you’re breathing quite heavily. I am a bit concerned that you also haven’t pestered me for the past ten minutes. Are you getting down with something? Should I ask Alfred to make you some tea while I get you some blankets?”

“No I am fine you don’t need to worry about me! It’s just a bit too warm in here, isn’t it?” You couldn’t just tell him that you had dirty thoughts about him.

“Hot?” Jason asked you confused while looking you up and down.

There was a short silence where you thought that he would just let your comment slide but you knew that he wouldn’t let it go that easily, which was confirmed the moment he started to speak again.

“How can it be too hot? I mean the fire place isn’t even on and we have around six degrees outside. Not to mention that your outfits screams everything but that it’s too hot. So how could it be too hot in here?”

You knew the moment he stated the obvious that you were fucked. And you also forgot that your outfits screams everything for today were just a cute skirt with a lace top and a cut off jacket, which meant that you were everything but dressed warmly. For once you cursed yourself for trying to look good for Jason and now it was backfiring on you.

“You know what? I definitely feel better now! we should get back on studying all these uh- organisms in our brains okay?” You said while hastily jumping up from the couch to at least get a bit of distance between the two of you.

Y/n? Are you sure that you feel good? I can still go and get Alfred.” Jason said while looking at you concerned.

“Yeah totally! Why would you even ask such a silly question?” You tried to wiggle your wait but it was no use.

“Because right now we are studying for physics and not for biology.” Jason started to state the obvious which made you more stupid than ever and you felt your cheeks heat up again.

“Oh yeah I obviously knew that silly! I just wanted to test if you would also know that!” But whatever you tried to say failed by the look that Jasons was giving you, the moment you said that.

You felt so stupid in that moment. There could have been hundreds of different answers that you could give him but that one? That just made you seem more stupid than you already were. You two had been studying for hours and not only but also he knew that which made you even more suspicious in his eyes.

Because of how long Jason has had occupied your mind you forgot for what subject you were studying. And now you could die because of how embarrassed you were.

And before you could even react he was standing directly informational of you and reaching his hand towards your forehead. Jason wanted to see if you were really getting sick or if it had another reason why you got so red and short breathed.

He was definitely too close for your likening at the moment. You usually liked it when he was close to you but at this moment you felt like a dear in headlights. And it was not like you could just tell him what was up. You refused to. Way to embarrassed oft it all.

The moment he touched your forehead you instinctively flinched away from his touch to get some distance between the two of you again. But Jason was faster and pulled you by your waist into him, so that you couldn’t get away.

His hand that wasn’t around your waist grabbed you by your chin to make you look at him. Which was easier said than done because of how tall he was compared to you. He was easily a head taller than you which meant that when you guys were this close together that he was literally towering above you.

You tried to fight the dirty thoughts about you guys that were racing in your mind right now but to no attempt. You couldn’t stop thinking about them and instead tried to squirm away from his touch, which made him only holding you tighter.

Because of that your already soaked pants rubbed against his thigh and made you let out a small whimper.

“Oh shit, did I hurt you somewhere y/n?” Jason asked in a panic, because he knew that he was strong, but he always tried to be very gentle with you.

You frantically shook your head and still tried to get away from him. But your attempt failed and only caused you to rub harder against his thigh which made you whimper agin, this time louder than before.

You knew that Jason figured it out the moment you saw his panicked look turn into more or less smirk, when he forcefully rubbed your lower half against his thigh again, just to make sure that that was the reason for your whimper.

What he didn’t account for was, that this time you didn’t whimper but full on moaned his name because of how stimulated you got by just rubbing your soaked panties against his thigh.

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I will try to upload the next part as soon as possible! I promise!

I hope that you liked it so far!

I am always open to critic so give it to me!

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The Princess & the Football Player | Chapter 27

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"You and Declan are on the cover of The Sun. Someone caught you kissing last night at Wembley."

"What?" I say, quickly sitting up.

"Someone saw you and took some photos and a video" David says.

"That... That can't be."

"I'm so sorry, Eleanor. It was all my fault. I should have been paying more attention, tell you to go somewhere else, to be more careful. It's all my fault."

"Eleanor, what is it? What happened?" Declan says next to me. "You've gone so pale..."

"They..." I mutter, David still apologizing over the phone.

"They what?"

"I... I..."

"Eleanor, take a deep breath."

"I can't. I can't breathe" I manage to say.

"Hey, look at me" Declan says, gently grabbing my chin and making me look at him. "Breathe."

"They... They know."

"Who knows?"

"The... Press" I say, trying to take a deep breath. "Dec, I..."

"It's ok, it's ok" he says, caressing my cheek. "Breathe."

"I can't" I sob.

"Yes, you can. Inhale..." he says, making me follow him. "Exhale. That's it, c'mon."

"Inhale..." I repeat. But I can't keep going. My words are getting stuck in my throat, my legs shaking. And I am feeling so hot. 

"Eleanor. Eleanor, hey" Declan says, his blue eyes looking bigger than ever. "Eleanor!"

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"Hello, you."

"Hi" I whisper. 

"How are you?" Declan asks, putting a lock of hair behind my ear.

"Thirsty."

"One minute" he says, leaving the bed. While he is gone, I try to process where I am. What has happened. Why do I feel so... Rough. "Here you go."

"Thank you" I smile, slowly sitting up.

"Feeling better?"

"Yeah. What... What happened?"

"You had one of the big attacks. I can't remember the last time I was that scared."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be, it wasn't your fault."

"It was... Oh, no. Dec, what... What are we going to do?" I say when I remember David's call, what he told me. 

"I don't know yet. I've been too worried about you to think of anything else. But whatever happens, whatever we do... We'll do it together, ok?" Declan says, cupping my face.

"Together."

"I love you, Eleanor" he says, resting his forehead on mine.

"I love you too" I reply, not ready to face what is coming our way.

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"Finally!" I say when Declan walks through the door, throwing myself at him and hugging him. "Congratulations on today's win!"

"Thank you."

"What took you so long, tho? The game ended hours ago." 

"Pick a guess" he sighs, taking my arms from around his neck and moving to sit on the sofa.

"That bad it was today?"

"Yeah... They were waiting outside the stadium, then at Rush Green, and then here. I'm pretty sure they also are waiting at my place, ready to catch me arriving home."

"I'm so sorry, Dec" I say, sitting next to him. 

This has been what we have had to deal with since those photos of us together made it to The Sun. Being stalked everywhere we go.

For the past couple of months, paparazzis have been waiting for Declan every time he left his house, when he arrived and left for training, outside the stadiums where he played, outside his parents' and his brothers' houses. One day they even went to take photos at his nephews' school. And, of course, they've also been waiting outside my house and the palace, following me to all the events I've had to attend, many of them getting canceled because of how many of them were trying to get a glimpse of me.

My parents released a statement the day after the photos were out asking the paparazzis to respect our privacy, not confirming nor denying our relationshipto. But a couple of days after, they had to release another one asking them think of our safety and theirs too. More than once we have been close to hitting one of them with our cars while they tried to get a photo, and even between themselves there have been some incidents while trying to follow us.

And then, of course, were the things they wrote.

The princess and the football player they all called us.

Every day there were a couple of new articles talking about us, most of them just full of lies. For example, they talked about my grandmother not accepting Declan because of his Irish blood, that it was an insult to the crown. Little did they know...

Though the hardest part was the chants Declan had to listen to during the games. He didn't care about the things rival fans said about him, he was used to it. But when they were about me...

"You need to focus on the game, ok? Don't let them get to you. Especially not now that things are going so well" I said to him after a game against Leeds. 

That probably was the only good thing that had happened since our world turned upside down. That West Ham had started winning their games again, that Declan was back to playing like only he knows, and that the goal of staying in the Premier League was closer and closer. They just needed six points of the nine that there were left. 

"Eleanor, I..." he says, running a hand through his hair. "I think we need to talk."

"Oh... ok" I reply.

"You know... You know that the toughest part of the season is about to start. That I need to be focused if I want to give my everything to help West Ham and then be ready for the Euros."

"I know."

"But I... I can't..."

"What is it, Dec?" I ask. 

"I can't do this anymore, Eleanor" he says, wiping away a tear.

"What... What do you mean with this?"

"This. Us."

"Us?" I ask, my throat hurting as I try not to cry.

"Us, yes. I thought... I thought that after playing football for so long I would be ready to deal with the press and the fans, to manage the hate and having the spotlight constantly on me. But it is too much, and it has started to affect me mentally and I... I can't, Eleanor. I can't."

"I see" I sob, not being able to contain my tears anymore.

"I need... I need to be focused on my career. That's the most important thing right now. And I can't do that if I'm..."

"If you are Princess Eleanor's rumored boyfriend."

"Yes" he whispers. "I... I don't want to do this. I love you, Eleanor. I love you more than anything."

"Doesn't look like it" I snort. "Sorry. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say that."

"No, I get it. You must think that I am picking football over you because I love it more than I love you. But I don't, it's different. I... Urgh" he says, desperately running both hands through his hair. "I wish there was a way to still be with you without it affecting my career. I wish I was able to deal with both things at the same time, that I was strong enough to fight for us like I promised you so many times I would. But right now... I can't."

"Is this over, then? Is this a goodbye?" I ask between sobs.

"What? No, no" he says, taking my face in his hands and making me look at him. "Eleanor, this isn't a goodbye. I know it looks and feels like it, but it isn't. This is a see you soon."

"How soon?"

"I... I don't know."

"That doesn't help" I cry.

"I know, I know. I just... I need time. I... I love you, Eleanor" he says, kissing my forehead and getting up from the sofa. 

"Dec, please…"

"See you soon" he whispers before closing the door behind him.  

At first, I don't do anything. I just stay still, trying to process everything that has happened. That he's gone. That he is not coming back. That it is over even if he said it wasn't.

"No!" I yell, throwing the first thing I find against a wall. The TV's remote control. 

"Ma'am?" someone from my security team says, walking into the room. "Ma'am, are you ok?"

But I can't talk. All I can do is cry, my whole body shaking as I fall to the floor.

And then I feel some familiar arms around me. Arms that have always been there for me when I needed them the most.

"He's gone, mum" I cry, hugging her back.

"Who is gone, darling?"

"Declan. He broke up with me."

"Oh, Eleanor" she says, kissing my head like she used to do when I was a kid, trying to calm me down, to comfort me. "I'm so sorry."

"I love him, mum. I love him so much" I say between sobs.

"I know you do. I know" she whispers, hugging me as tight as she can.

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Author's note: Sorry about the ending of this chapter 😔