#hii friends hii i love you all however i have the Anxieties

[phosphorus-noodles]

staring at my activity seeing a bunch of urls i recognize follow me knowing i could Easily have more mutuals but also being terrified of being Perceived oh no,

[sommerbueckers]

hii oml i love your writingggg, do you think you could do like paige x reader at a sleepover??? like a birthday kind of thing

𝐏𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐤

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✰ 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐠𝐞 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐲...

✰ 𝐰𝐜 :: 𝟒𝐤

✰ 𝐢 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐦𝐥. 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐤 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐝𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 !!

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"THIS IS HER HOUSE?" Amy questioned when the estate finally came into view. "Ask her parents if they're hiring."

Paige broke a smile for the first time that night, and she shook her head at her mother. However, this did nothing to rid her of the incessant anxious feeling she had experienced all day. For the first time, in all the years that she and Catherine Drago had been going to school together, she had been invited to her birthday sleepover.

It was a big deal, the biggest deal. Catherine didn't invite just anyone to her sleepover, typically it was just those in which she conversed with regularly. This year, that happened to include Paige. It had started with the accidental add of Paige's Snapchat account to one of Catherine's private stories, the blonde slid up on a picture of her with a sweet compliment, and it was all up from there.

Now, she sat outside of the girl's residence as she worked up to courage to simply exit the car. Her mother placed a comforting hand on her leg, rubbing up and down the way most mothers often did.

"You nervous?" she asked softly.

Paige, leaning her head back on the seat, nodded quietly. "It's just that I don't have any of my best friends here, like, they probably all know each other and i'm just gonna be feelin' awkward..."

Amy wore a sympathetic expression as she listened to her daughter's concerns. "Well you're friends with Catherine aren't you? You're here for her, not everybody else."

"Yeah but I didn't think we were even close enough for her to invite me," Paige said. A lie. Paige didn't think she'd get invited because of the way she and Catherine talked to each other. They texted nonstop, about anything and everything. But as of recently, their conversations had had more of an intimate feel. They talked about their sex life, about their personal kinks and turn-ons, and Catherine had even shared a picture or two.

Not to mention the 'birthday gift' that Paige had told her she would get, Paige was drunk that night.

She wanted it to be just her and Catherine, not her, Catherine, and Catherine's friends.

"How about this, you go in there and try your best to have fun. And then in one hour, if you're still not having fun and want me to come get you, I will," Amy posed.

"Really?" Paige asked incredulously.

"Really."

Paige nodded her head in agreement, deciding that the offer was suitable enough for her. Giving her mom a quick kiss and hug goodbye, she stepped out of the car and made her way up to the large glass door.

She could see into the house entirely. The floors were a cream colored wood that seemed to be freshly polished, there was a living room off to the right where an incredibly large couch sat. It looked like something you'd see displayed in a furniture shop, clean and untouched. The house as a whole looked like nobody lived there, like it was simply there to take up space on the property.

To the left was a floating staircase leading up to a second floor that Paige couldn't see much of from her place outside. The most she could see was a glass railing that went across the edge of the floor. She swallowed her anxiety and rung the doorbell, the sound echoing throughout the house as well as outside.

Her mom's car remained parked in the circular driveway, waiting for her to be retrieved from the front of the house before she pulled off. She hadn't been standing out there for long, perhaps all of thirty seconds had passed before a brown skinned woman appeared in view. She was coming from around a corner deep within the house, her steps hasty as she made her way over to the door.

"You must be Paige!" the woman greeted with a smile, to which Paige nodded her head. "Come inside. Is that your mom?"

"Yeah."

The woman gave a polite wave to the car before Amy drove off, leaving the woman to close the door and turn her attention to Paige.

"It's nice to finally meet you! I'm Mrs Drago but you can call me Phoebe or Catie's mom or whatever you'd like," the woman laughed.

Paige nodded her head, shifting uncomfortably under the woman's gaze. She tried to focus on what Phoebe no Catie's mom no whatever the woman wanted to be called was saying, but she couldn't stop herself from thinking about how good she looked for a mom. She was fit with a slender face and model cheekbones, at least now Paige knew where Catherine got her looks from.

"The girls are upstairs in Catie's room, it's the double doors at the end of the hallway," she pointed up at the glass railing Paige had seen earlier, encouraging her to go up.

She ascended the staircase holding onto nothing but the blanket and pillow she had brought seeing as though nobody had bothered to extend the glass railing to the steps as well. The hallway was more of a loft area that lacked furniture; the flooring up here was marble with recess lighting illuminating the way to every room. Paige zeroed in on the double doors at the end, Catherine's room.

One of the two doors had a keypad lock on it, what the fuck...The blonde knocked softly and listened to the faint chatter and shuffling that occurred on the other side of the door before it opened. She was met with Catherine's unexpressive face, a feature that changed rather quickly upon realizing it was Paige that stood before her. She smiled brightly, flashing her pearly whites at the taller girl, and pulled her in for a hug. It lasted longer than it should've.

She smells good, like coconut and vanilla.

"So glad you could make it..." she murmured, dragging her hand across Paige's stomach as she pulled away. Opening the door, she allowed Paige access into the room. To say it was huge would've been the understatement of the century. There was a small couch in the front where another blonde sat mutely, a bottle of red nail polish in her hand as she went over her nails again. There was a vase of flowers on the coffee table in front of her, it was surrounded by loads of other miscellaneous things like card games and jewelry.

The fireplace, which Paige later learned was gas which Catherine hated, was turned on despite the eighty degree temperature outside. The tv played an episode of Grey's Anatomy, the girls had turned it on just before Paige's knock at the door. Behind the mini living room were two steps that led up to the king sized bed, the covers were all over the place and there were a few pillows lying around on the floor. Paige's scrutiny of the room was interrupted when Catherine's voice grabbed her attention.

"Do you live far from here?" she had made herself comfortable on the couch now, her head resting in the unnamed blonde's lap.

Paige set her things down beside the couch, shrugging her shoulders, "Kinda, like...twenty minutes maybe."

Catherine hummed in response.

The three girls remained quiet for a few moments, Meredith Grey's voice being the only thing between them and a silence thicker than a heavy fog. Paige was overcome with the thought that she was the only one feeling awkward. Catherine and this other blonde were casually laid out on the couch, something Paige figured they did often. She would too with a room like Catherine's.

Her eyes traveled up and down the girl's soft, smooth legs. At least that was the feeling they gave off when Catherine rubbed them against each other on the couch, almost teasingly. Paige bit her lip gently, frantically moving her gaze between Catherine's legs and the blonde's eyes to make sure she wasn't caught.

Catherine, thankfully noticing Paige's hesitation to do anything other than stand at the edge of the couch rather than her wandering eyes, invited her to sit down. She slightly readjusted herself so that she was still laid out but wasn't invading Paige's personal space. Paige would've liked her to, invade her space that is. But the dark haired girl was feeling unusually nervous now that she was actually in front of Paige instead of talking with her through the phone.

It wasn't long before a beeping could be heard from the door and four new faces appeared behind it. Three boys and one girl. Paige had to admit she would've liked it to just be the three of them, it was hard enough trying to settle her nerves with Catherine and one other friend. Now she would be forced to do it with four more. It was then that she remembered the words of her mother, and how she really only needed to stay for an hour.

Would it be rude to leave?

The room erupted in cheers as the boys jumped on top of Catherine, burying her beneath their bodies. Her protests were muffled as she fought to push them off.

"Will you guys chill? I'm trying to do my nails," the blonde grumbled, scooting over with the nastiest face Paige had ever seen.

One of the boys rolled off the couch, "Try a little harder, they look like shit."

She flipped him off with a freshly painted nail, her nose scrunching up at the mere sight of him smiling above her. The rest of the boys followed suit as they got up off of the couch, brushing themselves off. Another guy, pushing his soft brown hair out of the way turned to Paige and smiled goofily. "You look unfamiliar," he commented.

Catherine snorted, "Guys this is Paige, she goes to my school. Paige this is Zane, Theo, Malachi, and Sasha."

She gave them a small wave, not knowing what else to do since there were too many to greet one by one.

"I thought you hated everyone at your school," Malachi frowned, squeezing himself between Paige and Catherine.

Catherine frowned, she wanted to sit next to Paige.

"I hate everyone except Paige," she clarified, giving the girl a cheeky wink.

Everyone made themselves comfortable somewhere in the living area, whether it was on the couch or in front of the fire. Paige was even warming up, now finding herself in a conversation with Malachi and Zane about basketball.

"What position do you play again?" Zane frowned, his blonde eyebrows scrunching together.

"Point guard."

"I remember my point guard days, I was a beast!" he reminisced humorously.

"Yeah in the fourth grade," Malachi chimed in.

"You're committed to UConn right?" Zane asked, ignoring the other boy.

"Yeah, how'd you know?" Paige smiled.

"Cat talks about you all the time," he shrugged.

At this, Catherine shot up from her position on the couch and slapped the back of his buzzed blonde head. "No I don't!" she argued.

He stood abruptly, and rubbing the now burning patch on his head he said, "Yes you do! I literally remember you saying-"

"Okay!" The blonde girl interjected, "Can we please play a game or something? I'm bored."

"Just go back to painting your nails Noella, the grown ups are speaking," Zane gestured to himself, Catherine, Malachi, and Paige.

"Well in that case you should sit your ass down," she snapped.

"What game?" Malachi asked.

Just like that, the topic of Catherine's incessant talk of Paige had been dropped. Dropped by everyone except the two girls who now stared at each other with pleasant smiles. The group gathered around in a circle and Uno cards were disputed amongst them, everyone audibly reacting to their own deck.

Paige seated herself beside Catherine, nudging her shoulder. "You talk about me huh?" she laughed.

"Zane blows everything out of proportion, i've mentioned you like once or twice," Catherine dismissed simply. It was a lie. Catherine talked about Paige like a proud girlfriend, boasting about how great of a basketball player her new friend was and how good she looked while playing.

Paige nodded simply, not wanting to tease Catherine too much but also taking pride in the fact that the girl talked about her.

They played games for a hefty chunk of the night, stuffing their faces with pizza and cookies and whatever else Catherine's kitchen had to offer. Paige was surprised to discover that the boys were sleeping over as well, though they were in a separate room, she couldn't ever imagine either of her parents allowing something like that.

When the time came for everyone to settle down and get ready for bed, Noella and Sasha disappeared into the bathroom while Paige and Catherine waited in the bed.

"Do you wanna shower tonight?" Catherine asked her suddenly, switching off her phone.

"Yeah, sure. Are you gonna shower?"

"Mhm," Catherine nodded. "It shouldn't take them that long in there cus they're in there together so..." her voice trailed off as she shrugged.

Paige frowned, switching her own phone off as she turned to Catherine. "What do you mean?"

"They're showering together," she laughed, "we do it all the time 'cus we grew up together 'n' stuff."

Paige's lips parted as she went to respond, but at the last second she decided not to. They shower together...What kinda shit is that? Never in life had Paige ever considered showering with someone she saw as just a friend. Showering was your private time to clean yourself and all the parts of you that no one else was supposed to see, to share that time with someone else was intimate, wasn't it?

"Sometimes we just go ahead and finger each other too," Catherine revealed, and Paige's eyebrows shot to meet her hairline. "Kidding! Holy shit i'm kidding, we don't do that."

The pair burst into laughter, using it as an excuse to touch and grab at each other. Catherine ended up with her hand on Paige's knee, toying around with the thread of the sweatpants she was wearing. She smiled slightly, "You believed me for a second though."

"I definitely did," Paige nodded, "was finna grab my bags and go," she joked.

Catherine smirked, "You don't like that?"

"Like what?"

"Fingering."

The energy in the room shifted quickly with just that one word, both girls now staring at each other in silence. Paige couldn't help but feel like Catherine was asking for reasons other than being genuinely interested, and she wanted to give her what she wanted.

"Not my friends...no," the blonde shook her head.

"You don't like it or you've just never done it?" Catherine questioned further, rolling off of the bed and heading over to her dresser. She rummaged around through the drawers for some pajamas as she waited for Paige to respond to her forward question.

If Paige didn't have a crush on the girl, she would've been uncomfortable by the topic, but since that wasn't the case, she provided her with an answer. "I've never done it."

Catherine laughed sweetly, her back still turned. Paige stared at her legs again and the way her jeans shorts cupped her ass perfectly, two gold stars on the back pockets. Paige wondered what it would feel like to run her fingers up and down those legs, how Catherine's ass would fit into her hand as she squeezed it during a passionate kiss. She wanted to see her tits, her back, she wanted to explore every part of the girl standing before her.

She pulled out a pair of lacy panties and a white tank top, tossing them onto the bed and sitting back down. Paige didn't know how she was going to keep it together all night if Catherine was planning to walk around in the pieces of string she had just gotten out. However, after taking a closer look at them, she noticed how familiar they looked. They were the same pair that she had been wearing in the very first picture that Paige had received from her.

Catherine looked at her, waiting for her to say something. She knew, Paige knew, they both knew, and yet their smiles were the only telling factors.

When the sound of the shower cut off, Catherine glanced in the direction of the bathroom. She slowly got up off of the bed and grabbed her clothes (if you could even call them that).

"I'm gonna shower..." she told her.

Something in Paige's eyes darkened as she watched her back up toward the bathroom door. She got up as well, her own pajamas in her hand as she backed up to the other bathroom door.

"I think i'm gonna shower too...After you though 'cus...I don't shower with my friends," Paige smirked knowingly.

"Right, totally understood."

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Paige couldn't keep her eyes off of Catherine's wet, soapy body. Though she had to admit, she wasn't trying that hard either. The shower was big enough for an entire family of people and yet the girls still found themselves mere inches away from each other. Catherine was standing under one of the shower heads, her eyes closed and head tilted in the air.

Keep it together.

Paige had repeated those three words in her head over and over again, the task proving to be more difficult with every second that passed. She wanted to pin Catherine against the wall and take her right there, but she wouldn't. Not until she got the green light.

She wondered whether that was the direction this shower was going in, did Catherine want to hook up or was she just this close with all her friends? But Paige wasn't just a friend, was she?

Those messages say otherwise...

Brown eyes fluttered open, and Catherine smiled coyly at Paige. She stepped out from under the water and closer to the blonde, her head tilted slightly upward to meet her eyes.

"Are you okay?" she whispered.

Paige nodded, "Are you?"

She hesitated before slowly shaking her head.

"What's wrong?" the blonde frowned.

"You haven't given me my birthday gift yet..."

How had Catherine known that Paige had even gotten her anything? For all she knew, it was just a card with some money slipped inside. But Paige wasn't that inconsiderate, she had gotten her a jelly cheek tint from Sephora, but Catherine couldn't have known that. And she didn't, because that wasn't the gift Catherine was talking about.

Paige hid her surprise at the mention of the drunken promise, that entire conversation between the girls had been a blur for her. It was a couple weeks ago, Paige had been at a party while she was texting Catherine, their conversation quickly turning sexual the more Paige had to drink. She didn't think Catherine had taken it seriously, but she probably should've expected it.

"It's not your birthday yet," Paige smirked.

"Don't fuck with me," Catherine mumbled, crashing her lips onto Paige's.

The smacking of their lips was drowned out by the water coming down hard around them. They moved in sync with each other, grabbing thirstily at one another. Paige couldn't decide what to do with her hands, she wanted to grab her neck, to hug her waist, to smack her ass.

The scent of her shampoo was overwhelming to Paige, she felt herself drowning in it as she kissed her, pulling her in deeper. There was a sense of urgency between them, at any second they could be interrupted by one of the girls outside. They couldn't risk that happening, they had waited all night for this.

Catherine backed up into the wall, dragging the blonde with her without ever disconnecting their lips. Paige tasted amazing, Catherine could say that without a doubt for she was exploring every inch of the girl's mouth. Her tongue moved with ease as she maneuvered it around Paige's own, the kiss becoming sloppy.

A string of spit stretched between their mouths when Paige briefly pulled away only to attach her lips to Catherine's jaw instead. She sucked harshly in any spot that Catherine reacted to. Paige licked a straight line from her neck up to her ear, placing a kiss right underneath it.

"Been waitin' all night for this huh?" she teased, her hands trailing slowly down Catherine's body. She was holding the taller girl impossibly close, releasing breathless moans the more attention that Paige paid to her neck. "Been wantin' me?"

Catherine had her arms draped over Paige's shoulders, one hand tangled in her hair while the other dug deep into her skin. She mumbled incoherently in response to Paige, the cold glass on her back and the warmth of Paige on her front sending her into a clouded state. Paige's hands snaked down to her ass, spanking it hard before following up with a soothing rub.

She did it again, and again, and again until Catherine was a whining, begging mess.

"Please Paige," she panted heavily, "need you so bad..."

"What do you need?"

"Need you to fuck me."

Paige laughed tauntingly, "Spread your legs," she demanded.

Catherine obliged pitifully quickly, one of her legs hooking around Paige's body.

Paige ran her fingers through Catherine's sopping slit, relishing in the way the shorter girl shuddered in her grasp. Her thumb toyed around with her swollen clit whilst she began to tease her entrance with her fingertips. Paige stared darkly into her eyes, unconsciously biting her lip at the pleading look that Catherine was giving her.

"What's the magic word?" the blonde smirked mockingly.

"Mmm, please," Catherine whined.

"Louder."

"Please Paige just fuck me!"

Paige watched in accomplishment at the way Catherine's face contorted in pleasure when she inserted her fingers. The blonde nodded her head understandingly, "Yeah that feels good doesn't it?" she cooed.

"Yes," the curly head sighed out.

Just as quickly as she had pulled them out, she thrusted them back in. Catherine unwillingly whimpered.

"This what you wanted?" Paige asked darkly. "For me to fuck you on your birthday, hm?"

Catherine matched the rhythm of Paige's fingers as she moved her hips against them. Paige stared deep into her eyes as she fucked her, their foreheads pressed together to stay grounded. A burning sensation erupted on Paige's back, the shower water was coming in contact with the scratches that Catherine was leaving. She used it as motivation to go faster, plunging into her so hard and so fast that Catherine's legs began to tremble.

She clung onto Paige for dear life, one of her hands slamming against the glass door behind her as Paige fucked her into it. The other was hooked under Paige's arm and gripping her shoulder.

"Yesyesyes," Catherine mumbled in hastened breaths, "so fucking good, so fucking good."

"You gonna cum mama?"

"Yes, keep going."

Paige noticed the way Catherine's walls were clenching around her, and she nodded her head encouragingly.

"C'mon," she urged, "c'mon."

The other girl elicited moans that Paige had never heard in her entire life. They were uncontrollable as Catherine's body writhed and squirmed. The most guttural noises left her mouth and filled the bathroom and Paige muffled them with the palm of her hand. She slowed the pace of her fingers and let Catherine ride out her orgasm before completely removing them.

The younger girl was out of breath, her chest heaving up and down at a rate quicker than usual.

Paige held onto her, rubbing her back softly as she calmed down. She kissed the top of her head, "Are you okay?"

"Mhm," she nodded into her chest.

They stood in silence, holding each other and placing small kisses on each other's foreheads and shoulders.

"We should probably wash again," Catherine laughed shyly.

Paige smiled, "Yeah we should." She ruffled the wet curls of the pretty girl in front of her, "Happy early Birthday Catherine."

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[pintrestgrl]

Dad!Rafe anon here 👋🏻 I love, love, love what you wrote and it was literally the perfect length! tysm 🫶🏻

Could you please write something for reader with a sports injury x JJ in a college AU? I'm imagining her having a limp or something and JJ's always wondered what that's about, but her bsf told him not to ask and when she finally opens up to him he's super understanding and sweet ❤️‍🩹

(also do you think I could claim an emoji to put at the end of my asks? I like this one 🪼)

sigh the way i wrote this and was literally done and then it deleted. i’m so sad omg. also i don’t know if i like how i wrote this but we live we laugh we love. anyways yes hii 🪼 anon !! i love u and i love this idea it’s so creative. i hope u like itt !!

also think of reader as mysterious black swan!reader kinda, like she’s obsessed with the sport. like unhealthily.

jj maybank x sport injury!reader in college au

he’d watch you from a distance, wondering why the hell this pretty girl was always limping around campus. it was just a wonder for a bit, until he found himself infatuated with you.

he began watching you more inbetween classes, asking your mutual friends about you. asking them about what happened to your leg, but they’d advise him heavily not to ask.

he listened, for a while. but he really just couldn’t get you out of his head, and he had no idea why.

he’d watch you even closer, pondering and narrowing down the reason why you were limping like that.

he couldn’t stop and just let it go, no. not until he figured what was up with you.

he was heavily, almost unhealthily, obsessed with the idea of you.

so, he impulsively approached you one rainy day after class, without thinking.

“hi.” he’d bluntly say, causing confusion to cross your face.

“hello?”

“why haven’t we talked? what’s different about you? and what happened to your leg?”

you tensed up at the last question, quickly averting your gaze elsewhere.

“um, i just- got hurt.”

“hurt from what?”

you didn’t want to answer, and he could tell. you looked uncomfortable, and hesitant to reply.

“dance. ballet, actually.”

“ballet? you do ballet?”

he’d ask, a quick look of uncertainty crossing his face.

“did. i did ballet.”

“what happened?”

“um, really- it’s a long story. and i don’t know why you care.”

you’d say, clearly trying to get out of this conversation. however, he needed to know. hell, he already gained the courage to go up to you.

“i care because i care. and i have time. so sit down and tell me. please.”

“fine. let’s sit then.”

you’d say, rolling your eyes, clearly not pleased with this.

you’d sit down on a wet bench he had laid his jacket down on for you, thoroughly explaining to him the story of how, and why you had to stop.

you’d tell him about how you’ve been doing ballet since you were a child, and how it was all you did. you loved the sport, and were heavily obsessed with it.

you’d explain to him how you had gotten chosen for a role, in the ballet play you’ve been obsessed with since you were a kid. you practiced and practiced for months, and finally the night came.

you were nervous, trembling and shaking from the anxiety, and also due to the lack of food you had that day. the role had a lot of physical and mental toll on your body, and you could tell.

you told him how you went on, and performed, until mid dance. you landed wrong on a leap, tearing your acl.

you were fine now, medically. but not having a personality outside of ballet, was present. you were unhealthily obsessed with the sport, and you didn’t know what to do.

“i’m sorry. i didn’t know that.”

he’d blurt out, while you were mid sentence, finishing up explaining why you had that limp.

“are you okay?”

“yes, i’m fine. i just- miss it, i guess.”

thoughts ran through his mind at what you might of looked like dancing, jumping and turning around the stage.

“why’d you ask?”

he was snapped out of his thoughts at your pretty voice, opening his mouth to speak.

“because you’re interesting.”

“i’m interesting?”

“yeah. really interesting.”

“you’re interesting too, jj.”

you’d say, averting your gaze as a smile crossed your face while you spoke his name.

he raised his eyebrows at this, a smirk coming onto him.

“you actually know my name?”

[williamswifey]

hii!! i really love your bella works and i was wondering if i could request a one shot where the reader and bella are both cast on tlou, and they play each other’s love interests. However, they like each other in real life and after they film the kiss scene bella becomes distant because they think reader wouldn’t like them back in real life, but reader forces them to tell them what’s wrong and ends up in confessions.

𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃 - 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀 𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐒𝐄𝐘

pairing ; bella ramsey x fem!reader

summary ; after you and bella kissed on-screen, you thought it ruined your off-screen friendship. but what if the kiss unlocked something larger than friendship?

content warnings ; none really, somewhat unrequited crush, angst w/ a happy ending

a/n ; i’m back 🤗 im super excited to be posting again <3

masterlist

you would be lying if you said you hadn’t completely fallen for bella while filming the last of us. you had been working on the set of season two for months now, and almost all your scenes were with bella.

you were playing their love interest, dina, and for some odd reason—the two of you had yet to film a kissing scene. well, at least until today.

the kissing scene had left you a nervous wreck for the entire week leading up to filming. when you first read the script, you thought your eyes were playing tricks on you.

no way would you have to kiss bella. it’s not that you didn’t want to, not at all— but you knew bella didn’t feel the same way about you. you knew once you knew what bella’s lips felt like pressed against yours, there would be no going back.

you didn’t want to ruin your friendship with bella. if you couldn’t have a relationship, you’d settle for a friendship. and maybe it would eat away at you, but you’d rather have bella in your life as a friend than not at all.

the morning of the kissing scene you made sure to brush your teeth extra well. you had been so nervous, you had gone through almost an entire pack of mints.

you watched as bella nonchalantly walked into set, attention turned to a crew member. you watched bella run a hair through their freshly cut hair—the new hairstyle a result of playing an older ellie.

just watching them made you nervous. but, still—you were an actor. you always easily pushed down your feelings, and that’s exactly what you planned to do today.

you wouldn’t see bella for two weeks after this. the cast was getting a small break from production, and this was the last scene that needed to be filmed.

“y/n,” bella spoke, catching your attention, “ready for today?” they asked, a joking tone to their words.

you chuckled nervously.

“ready as i’ll ever be,” you playfully replied, trying to match bella’s jokingly flirty mannerisms.

bella had been fiddling with the semi permanent tattoo on their forearm. they were poking at it, seemingly trying to distract themselves.

was bella dreading kissing you that much?

you swallowed the anxiety that bubbled in your stomach as the crew began to get you and bella into your positions for filming.

you made sure your lines were extra memorized, you didn’t want to have to do this more than once. you knew that you wouldn’t be able to keep your composure.

the dialogue aspect of the scene went by without fault. you watched as bella took a step closer to you, a flicker in their eyes that you had never seen before.

you memorized the lines that slipped past their lips right before they connected with yours.

“i’ve been waiting to do this for a while,” bella breathed out, british accent long gone, “maybe too long.”

you felt butterflies in your stomach. it felt so real, but you knew it wasn’t. it was just acting, wasn’t it?

“what are you waiting for?” you replied, your character remaining cocky while you felt your heart beating deafeningly loud within your chest.

and then, you closed your eyes, and felt bella’s hand against your jaw. you felt their lips collide with yours, their lips so soft and gentle, and you fought the urge to grin into the kiss.

it lasted a minute. maybe longer, maybe shorter. you weren’t quite sure.

bella pulled away. you swallowed harshly. the director yelled cut, and you watched as bella abruptly walked off the set.

you could feel the ghost of their lips still pressed against yours. you wanted to follow after them, but you weren’t sure if you could ever view them as a just a friend again.

***

you hadn’t spoken to bella since the kiss. a whole two weeks without communication. i you had tried so hard not to be weird around bella, but it seemed like they were the one being weird around you.

you tried to reach out, but your texts were met with a constant ‘delivered’ sign. your calls went to voicemail. you felt like an idiot.

you were nervous going back to set. what if you and bella’s chemistry was ruined? what if they couldn’t be around you anymore, and the producers would fire you?

your head swelled with possibilities. your stomach churned with nerves. you were nervous to see bella.

however, seeing bella wasn’t as bad as you thought. they weren’t acting like the monster you thought they’d be—but by no means did that mean they were acting normal.

you and bella normally talked between scenes, you ran lines together in your hotel room, you spent your lunch breaks and weekends together.

but now, it seemed like bella was a aching to be anywhere but near you.

you weren’t going to lie. it hurt.

it hurt to make eye contact with them, only for them to turn the other way. it hurt to text them, only to be left on delivered. it hurt to try to talk to them, only to be met with a one word response before bella came up with an excuse to leave.

after another couple of days passed, bella’s behavior hadn’t changed. and you were sick of it.

yesterday, you had asked bella if they needed a ride back to their hotel after shooting, but they said they had driven their car to set. however, you walked to the parking lot to find your car the only car there. why had they lied?

today was a friday, and everyone was going home for the night. bella was walking towards their car (which they had actually driven today), and you were walking to yours.

maybe it was a leap of faith, but you found yourself walking towards bella, not your car. you stood in front of them, and their feet stopped in their place.

“okay, what the fuck?” you said, frustrated and fed up.

bella blinked.

“…can i help you?” they asked, rubbing a hand towards their eye.

they looked bored. seriously?

“yes, you can actually,” you said, huffing as you pressed a hand to your hip.

“i’d like to know what the hell i did that was so terrible to make you act like such a shitty person this week.” you snapped. bella gulped.

“y/n, i—”

you cut bella off. “i mean—i’ve been nothing but kind to you, bella. we run lines together, we hang out together, we call, and we text, and now you just pulled the plug on it without even the smallest bit of an explanation. and it’s not fair.”

“you know what’s not fair?” bella said suddenly, their calm composure breaking, “the fact that being around you kills me, and you don’t even know it. the fact that i can’t be around you without the constant reminder of what it felt like to kiss you—and it’s embarrassing how badly i want to do it again.”

“i can’t be around you without becoming a nervous mess. i can’t do it. i know you don’t feel the same way—and it kills me to ignore you, but i can’t just be your friend. it’s too hard.”

you blinked as bella finishing ranting. bella liked…you? did bella just say that? you prayed you weren’t hearing things. however, your lack of a response made bella more worried.

“oh, fuck,” they said, “i totally just ruined everything. i’m sorry, i’m so sorry—”

you cut bella off before they could continue their rambling. you placed a hand on their chin, connecting your lips to theirs. they stilled for a moment, before melting into the kiss.

the kiss was magical.

if you thought kissing bella as ellie was good, kissing bella—the real bella was better.

you pulled away after a moment, and bella had a huge grin plastered on their face.

“i take it you feel the same way?” they asked sheepishly.

you giggled.

“yeah,” you nodded, your giddiness matching bella’s.

“now,” you began, “i think we have two weeks worth of catching up to do.”

“i think we have a lot more than that.”

you laced your hand with bella’s as you walked to their car. you’d pick up your car on monday. all that mattered was bella’s hand in yours, the ghost of their lips still etched across your face, and you knew that feeling was about to become a lot more familiar.

[yyawnjun]

LOVE GUIDE (SAY YES) chap12

yunjin and chaewon were waiting for you to speak, as you sat outside the bathroom door in complete silence. you could even hear your breathing and your heart beating so fast?

on that night, you finally admitted to yourself, and to your best friends that kwon soonyoung was more than just a project partner…

indeed, during the time you spent with him, you noticed that your heart might have skipped a few beats (let's not forget that he fainted after receiving your gifts) and that every time you told him something, he made an extreme effort not to stare mesmerized at your moving lips.

also you could always feel your real happiness when you texted each other at night, and when you couldn't stop laughing together.

your conversations were at ease, and in that short time, you discovered numerous similarities between you two - you understood that he had no idea what "baroque" was; you were similar in many ways, not all.

again, it was during that night that you admitted to your friends that you had let him pretend to be an expert in that art movement just so that you could observe him trying to pronounce the correct name, and show his "deep knowledge" in the days to follow.

you also planned to show your gratitude to him in an indirect way. you were ready to suggest that he also use the concept of animals, keeping in a sketch the tiger's striatum as the main theme (when you had first met, the third thing after his name and a failed pick-up line had been that he loved tigers).

his ability to make you smile and blush had touched your heart, which you had worked so hard to keep safe for fear of the awful consequences. you were afraid that opening yourself to love would end up in a lonely frigid cold; nevertheless, he was able to make you feel a comfortable warmth that seemed endless.

"is this "falling in love"? am I now ready and willing to change myself to be loved? to let the old me die to be reborn and achieve the completeness given by love? should I then take this step, trusting the only way to fully live is to love?"

you had spoken those words all in one breath. so fast that your friends were still looking confused in the first few minutes, they were still trying to understand exactly what you had said.

"All right! I'm thankful you said it out loud girl… you seem to be questioning your existence. However, I can tell you based on my little experience that yes, this is this love," yunjin said.

"that's where you overthink must come from." chaewon added.

they both appeared calm, and such a reassuring smile - you could sense the unconditional love in their gaze.

"anyway…it is not that serious, right?" you uttered, a little afraid of ruining the moment.

you three started laughing and nodding, and rather, the tension in the room dissipated. your anxiety at openly declaring that you liked Hoshi faded, and instead, it was finally starting to give you that satisfying rush of nervousness. the faint thrill you get in the early stages of a crush, when your hopes are as high as the mountains and the sun, a metaphor for love, gets to embrace you close.

"I like him. I like Hoshi."

you instantly chuckled as the girls drew near to you, and hugged you while wearing mock-surprised expressions; many of your worries from the previous few weeks also suddenly disappeared.

it was already late at night, and you were too tired to even consider the possible consequences of a relationship between you and your crush. before the final project, you would have spent many days together, so there was plenty of time for everything to work out, right?

chap11 // chap13 ; m.list

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summary: It is clear to everyone that Kwon Soon-young has a huge crush on the model student Yn. But can Hoshi, a passionate and funny stylist make her fall in love in just a month? What if he followed a weird LOVE GUIDE, that he found in the school bathroom?

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a.n. HII after a rlly long break i am back!! hope y'all missed a bit this funny smau, and i hope you will like this chapter. we are slowly reaching the end, but i promise there's still a funny plot twist who's waiting for our protagonists,, (text + 0.6k wc)

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[dessertpanda]

To be a Hero or Maybe.

MasterList PT2 PT3 PT4 PT5 PT6 PT7 PT8 PT9

This story is heavely based on one of my OC, it mentions kidnapping, suicide, bullying, sex, yander behavior and abuse. Please be warned this is little more graphic compared to my other storys. Also the time line for the story is a little different when compared to the actual MHA, the characters are all in college vs being in hight school. Please enjoy and note that i do not own any of the named character except for Paris, all credit for the characters goes to Horikoshi. (Izuku x Fem Reader)

(Set as a pre... they're in middle school)

        Midoriya stood watching over the roof tops edge, he was leaning with his back against the railing and his feet teetering on the ledge. He took a deep breath and slowly released it, allowing the wind to blow his hair.  He had been up there so many times before but for the first time in his life, he stood there with no intent of jumping. He watched the clouds and the kids below who only pointed up and laughed at him. He has had so many thoughts of this ledge being his end but yet "IZUKU HIII" He was startled by his sudden name called but he smiled at the familiar voice. "Y/N!! HII" He held a face of pure excitement, as he looked behind him to see her smiling face. A transfer student that showed up mysteriously from America. She was outcast-ed for many reason, coming into middle school with no friends would to that to ya, not to mention the rumor of her being quirk less left her basically alone. That was until she ran into Izuku Midoriya, who she had quickly made friends with, seeing him on a roof top in the city... she watched as the #1 hero leaped from the same area. Alas. she brought him instant comfort and safety, however he was concerned for her already bad reputation and did not want to tarnishes it anymore by having the other student see them together. "Y-Y/N you cant call out to me so openly! people are gonna hear you" He warned, hoping back over the railing and standing across the roof top from her. "Oh why not? scared to be seen with me?? Huh the transfer?" She teased him, taking a couple steps closer to him.  "N-no that isn't it! I just... you don't want them to catch you with me!" He points down below to the other teens who where walking around in similar uniforms. They where clearly their classmates, and the ones who bulled Izuku. "If they see you with me, they'll tease you even more" He looked down shamefully, he held tears in his eyes refusing to look at her. She huffed, walking up to him and gently cupping his face. "I'm not ashamed of you Izuku..." She sighed lifting his face to look at her..."You're my best friend Izuku, please, let me be your hero" She used her free hand to wipe his tears,  "y-you don't care if they make fun of you?" His eyes met hers and a slight sparkle shown in them. He had fallen in love with her since she first spoke to him... her courage, her quirk, her everything. "I'll just kick their asses,  because hero protect other! so lets protect each-other!" She called holding out her fist for him to hit. He met her and smiled brightly, no one has ever offered to protect like she has. She was truly extortionary. "YEAH! W-we can protect each other!" They both giggled at each-other, "Now lets head home!" She started her way towards the rooftop door, "Alright!" Izuku quickly grabbed his things and ran to follow her.

         As they walked out the school grounds they gained glances from other students, trying to figure out why in the hell she was walking with him. Even though they've been friends for so long, Izuku did his best to keep it under warps. Izuku was glancing around and his anxiety was rocketing through the roof, but he took one glance at her and felt at peace. His smile returned and he puffed his chest out the slightest. They continued walking, chatting about an anime they've both been watching. As they walked the sidewalk, Y/N took a notice to the group of kids that seemed to linger behind them.  They where whispering rather loudly about them "Look at useless Deku" one spoke.... "She's wasting her time". Y/N felt irked, "HEY if you got something to say, say it with your chest" She huffed, turning around to confront the group.  The teens snickered, "Why are you walking with that nerd?" "Your wasting your time by talking to him, he quirk less and useless. No better than trash" They laughed at them "You should find someone better to hang out with" Y/n only hummed at them, "You say that but are you any different?" She asked, her head tilting to the side. "Well, for starters I have a badass quirk" He smirked, the other boys chuckled in agreement. "Uhm.. but a quirk is only as useful as it's holder, and what im seeing right now... isn't very impressive" She sighed crossing her arms and glancing at Izuku, she had a disappointed face. He couldn't help but giggle at her. The bully face faded into a scowl, "W-What the hell did you say to me?" His voice only raised in volume as his anger increased, he was not used to having anyone speak to him this way. "IM BETTER THAN HIM" He roared, he activated his quirk which allowed him to stretch his arm out. "Prove it then" she spoke, her tone hard... she watched as he moved towards her, "I'LL PROVE IT BY BEATING YOUR ASS" He made a running movement at her, his followers watched with wide eyes, this was the first time they had seen their leader get challenged like this. Y/N took a stance... "Lets see it then" He lunged at her, making an attempted to punch hier... The others muttered... thinking of how this battle could result. Y/N dodged, grabbing his arm and twisting her hips to flip him over her shoulder. "H AHA TO SLOW" She cackled as his head smacked into the ground. He let out a groan, his arm flying back into its original size. "ACK" He screamed as pain flooded his senses. The others gasped at how fast he had gotten taken down. They where scared... but moved quietly as to not be noticed by Y/N. Y/N stood over the bully... "Without using my quirk... you where beaten.... so quite talking out your ass" She told him off, hands on her hips and head shaking side to side. "should kill you for this" Still laying on the ground he was awestruck. Bakugo was the only person that ever scared him. "y-you got lucky! it was one shot! when I get up YOU'LL REGRET THIS" He strained to get up, he huffed and wheezed but his eyes went wide as both his arms where pinned by her shoes. She stood over him, both his hands pinned, she lifted her hand and brought it down right onto his face, breaking his nose. He laid still for a moment before she stepped off him, blood began dripping down his face, rolling on his side he began to tear up. Everyone stood shook, the bullys poise was to scared to move, they watched as their leader rolled in pain. Y/N huffed, "You talk shit but you're no better...if I hear you talk bad on him, you're gonna get it ten times worst. As human beings you should be ashamed and know that if truly believe you're above someone then you're probably under them" The others shook in fear, they watched as she moved away from the body, she glanced back at him as he snarled from the ground... he couldn't move even if he wanted to... his nose was in to much pain. His eyes held nothing but rage and hated.... "Keep looking at me with those eyes.... I love the attention" 

Y/N huffed turning and taking Izukus hands "Lets go home" He followed silently, amazed by her strength and ability to take down such a force with ease. He was snapped out of his daze when he felt her warm hand envelop his. He blushed at the touch, his worry taking over...  "Y-Y/n are you okay!? hurt anywhere?" He gasped, frantically checking her for any injuries. Y/n blushed softly at his fear... her heart fluttering at his antics. She smiled at him before an idea... bold and daring piped into her mine. "y-you know, my lips kinda hurt," She glanced away "M-maybe a kiss?" She was beat red and pointed to her lips, "Just a small one" Her eyes winded when his arms started flailing. "AH A k-kiss as in you w-want my lips and your lips... pressing ohh god" He was flush red... shaking at her request. "h-hey Izu,.. you don't have hmm" She gasped as his lips crashed into her, she was quick to get over her stunned state and raised her hands to hold his face. He let out  soft moan as he also raised his hands to meet her face. They connected perfectly, enjoying their time for a few more moments before they gently separated.  Izuku quickly covered his face mouth, eyes wide and face flushed... he stared into Y/n's eyes who held nothing but love and asmiration while looking at him. "Date me?" She blurted out... he was slightly taken back... he felt undeserving of a girl such as Y/n, she was perfect  and he was merely a deku... but if the world was offering him her.... then surly he was allowed to be selfish for one.... he was allowed to hold her close and claim her. "YES! i uh yes, i'd love to date you!" He smiled brightly at her, "REALLY" both where giddy, giggling at one an others actions. Y/n gasped softly as Izuku dove into a hug... burring his head in her chest and holding her waist tightly. She greatly returned the hold and gently began petting her hair. "mmm" Izuku made a noise of approval of her touch, almost like a purr. Having been friends for over a year now... being here felt natural, now as they returned to school tomorrow, they would no longer stand as best friends protecting each-other but rather lovers who had taken a vowel and stand true to it. "hey... Izuku" Y/n hummed, he took a glance up at her, still a red face and bright smile... "Let’s head home" he nodded his head, gently removing himself from her hold. He had never felt for safe, so appreciated, so loved. "right!"

Okayy, this will contiune!!!! Im actually so excited for this! this is one of my OC story lines but not my main! Thank you all for the support and love!!! HAVE A GREAT DAY AND REMEMBER TO EAT,DRINK, AND LOVE YOURSELF BYEEEEEE LOVE YOU ALL

[kaiarchives]

WRITEBLR INTRO

— about me

Hii, my name is Kaiati (Kai - uh - tee), but I'd prefer you refer to me as Kai if that's too confusing. 19, 20 in August. Afro-Latinx (Haitian and Cuban). any prns but prefer They/them. Genderfluid. Queer.

This honestly is long overdue, and that's mostly because of my weird obsession with perfection paired with my GAD (anxiety) that I have just been stalking other writeblrs and procrastinating on my own.

I'm an aspiring writer, and my work ranges from speculative fiction. Fantasy, historical, supernatural, sci-fi, ghosts, eldritch terrors. I love it all, typically lgbtq+ and bipoc-centered to mundane romance (I'm a sucker for a good romance). I fell in love with writing after reading Narnia when I was 10???? Still never finished anything. I'm pretty new to this and tumblr in general since I never really was the type to be active even though I have several other old accounts, but this time I'm gonna make more of an effort and promise to be active instead of lurking on your pages, hehe.

— genres I love

Fantasy / Science Fiction / Contemporary / Mystery-Thriller / Folktales and Fairytales / Horror / Gothic folk / Romance ** I also live and breathe angst if I'm not balling my eyes out over fictional characters, then what's the point**

— tropes

found family . rivals to lovers . friends to lovers . opposites attract . sibling dynamics . revolting against the patriarchy (eat the rich!) . sapphic mermaids and other monsters and mystical creatures (monster girls in general) . girls in blood .

— my writing

...or lack thereof, I have a bunch the most I focus on now are:

Project JOG (all of the titles are wip cuz im lazy)

Captain Sooyoung had always dreamed of proving her worth as a fighter, yet after years of hard work, her achievement resulted in guarding the South Gate and examining merchants and produce. But when her father summoned her to the Capital, her hopes were reignited, only to be immediately shattered as she discovers she is being demoted to the guardian of a traitor, Jiwoo. Sooyoung abhors her assignment; the two women despise each other. However, as they get to know one another, they begin to form an unlikely bond. Despite their growing friendship, Sooyoung can't help but feel suspicious about Jiwoo's anonymous nocturnal absences. Sooyoung must keep her guard up and uncover Jiwoo's secrets before they threaten to destroy her, as well as her kingdom. This is a tale of trust, love, and deception, testing the strength of bonds forged on the battlefield.

Project HML

Jaebeom, a gumiho sentenced to eternal damnation for his crimes. Haunted by the endless suffering of his one true love, Jaebeom is forced to watch her die and be reborn in each of her lifetimes. But all hope is not lost when an unlikely ally presents him with an opportunity to earn his love's freedom. Armed with determination and a thirst for revenge on those who wronged him, Jaebeom embarks on a dangerous mission to find a mysterious scroll that holds the key to his lover's release. However, collecting enough despair to gain favors for his journey proves to be a difficult task until he meets Ada, a young businesswoman with a dark past and an even darker future. Forced to work together, the two soon form a bond that complicates their mission, threatening to derail everything Jaebeom has worked so hard for. Will they be able to overcome their differences and save his lover before time runs out, or will their own selfish desires get in the way?

Project BHA

Coretta's life takes a drastic turn when her younger brother falls ill. Determined to find a cure, she joins forces with a warlock named Lysander on his quest to protect the magic realm. But as they journey deeper into a world of danger and mystery, Coretta realizes that her own inner demons may pose an even greater threat. With Lysander by her side, she must navigate treacherous terrain and face her deepest fears in order to uncover the truth behind her brother's ailment and the secret that threatens to tear apart the very fabric of their reality. From magic spells to mythical creatures, the pair face impossible challenges and unexpected betrayals as they race against time to save the magic realm from mortal hands. But as secrets are revealed, and tensions rise, Coretta must decide who to trust and what sacrifices she will make to achieve her ultimate goal. Will she be able to save her brother and restore order to the magical world, or will her own inner demons ultimately be her downfall?

— What I'm looking for

More writers to follow!

books and recommendations

Beta readers/Critique Partners for fun ofc (i will also beta read for people if you want!)

Good vibes and friends

I also love and would like to play tag games but bear with me. I'm really shy, so it'll take a while...

I'm sure everyone on here has this problem, but it is really hard for me to finish anything, I get all in my head, and I end up deleting everything and moving on to another project I probably won't finish, but I'm hoping that through being on here and meeting writers and their incredible stories will give me the courage to finish my own.

As you can see, I ramble when I'm nervous but yeah! Excited to be here!!

— I'm also on here

wattpad

Archive of Our Own

Pinterest

Fin.

[milksnake-tea]

hii illu!! haven’t heard from you in a bit, but how have you been? hope your week (or month for this matter) has been going well for you so far <33

posing this question to almost all my moots, but if you were to pick an hsr character (i’m 99% sure you’ll say sunday) list five things you like about them and why?

alsoo, i’m excited for the return of otosom, i haven’t quite finished all of it yet but ik you’re gonna cook so hard w that series as always 🫂 🫂

OMG HI KOU !!! ignore how late this response is uni has been kicking my ass and not in the good way

i am very upset because i am unfortunately predictable and i will pick sunday BUT LIKE......... CAN I DO TWO SO THAT I HAVE A PERSONALITY OUTSIDE OF SUNDAY BYE

also. sweats. looks away from otosom im still malding i have NOT had time to write so uhhhhh its on the backburner rn

OKAY BUT FOR THEM CHARACTERSSS ill pick my top two hoes

Character One: Sunday

HIS KINDNESS !!! One of the main things that made me fall for him was how much he loved and cared for his sister as well as the citizens for Penacony. I love. Kind character so much. I love characters who have so much empathy and love in their hearts for humanity (if I were to ever play hi3 I KNOW I'll end up loving Elysia. But Hi3 scares me. So.). i also have a thing for older brothers so. but it's moreso how he cares for everyone and looks after them that is so UGHHOSGHGSOOHGSHO

The fact that he plays musical instruments!! His trailer was beautiful and as a former musician, instruments are very dear to me. I love that he's a violinist and a pianist (ik he has nice nice fingers), it's both beautiful and very fitting of him, and it adds to his very gothic aesthetic that i just <333

How eerie?? He can be. In the beginnings of Penacony, especailly during the 2.2 quest, Sunday was - to put it frankly, WEIRD. The way he talked was like he's always holding himself back, and like one of my friends Crow has said, you could hear the anxiety and stress in his voice. He sounded like he was constantly on the brink of a mental break down which is fair, considering the situation he was in. But he's also sinister in the way that most manwha priests are, in that he is kind and looks friendly, but there's just something... off about him. His obsession with control contributes greatly to this, and that's why I love love love him.

The way he's a gentleman??? Like. God I wish he'd call me my lady because that's so fine. He's very polite and chilvarous and I love that for him - WHEN HE CALLS US SIR/MA'AM????? god. every time he calls someone miss/mister i just want to squeeze him because oh my god he's so cute.

His androgyny. The way you can draw him as a handsome man in a suit but also as a more feminine princess type character??? The way he could ROCK a corset? ngl both halosiblings are gender envy the way they can be handsome and beautiful depending on how they dress up. Whenever I see Sunday in a more feminine suit (like do ygs know what i mean. like the ruffles. and the corset. but not a dress) of some sorts I want to eat him.

this is cheating but i just want to say his entire angelic aesthetic makes me want him so bad

Character Two: Yaoshi

The tragedy of their existence. I'm sure that Yaoshi ascended out of a want to end suffering and to prevent death, however, they cause so much pain in the process. Mercy doesn't come without a price, and neither does endless life. And what's worse, they either are unaware of the consequences of their blessings, or they are aware, but they can't understand the gravity of it all because they're so consumed by their path. So in the end, they end up hurting and/or being hated by the ones they love.

Their moral ambiguity. The way that Yaoshi, a deity of paradise and life, is seen as an ENEMY is so good to me??? Like said above, Yaoshi likely does NOT give a shit what happens to you as long as your heart is beating and your brain is working. If you descend into mara, they wouldn't consider that suffering because you are still alive - to Yaoshi, to die is to suffer, and there is nothing worse than dying, so aren't they doing you a favor? Yes, it hurts. Yes, you're losing your mind. Yes, you're no longer you. But you are alive, and isn't that enough?

Like Sunday, I love how much they love life itself. They CARE. They care so much and they love so much to the point that they bleed. Herta also mentions that she sees them as a lonely and romantic existence, because they're so loving and smothering that they end up hurting the things they love. Lan was once a child of Yaoshi, being of the Xianzhou, and now they are forever hunted by that same child. Do you think that Yaoshi runs because they cannot bring themselves to kill or to end Lan, because they wouldn't want to make even their greatest enemy suffer? Do you think that maybe, just maybe, Yaoshi still sees Lan as their child, and therefore cannot bear to harm them, even as their other children are killed by them? Who knows, they're still an Aeon so their mind is kinda weird to us mortals.

THEIR HAIR. sorry their hair is so pretty but this can go for their whole design honestly. Like they're GORGEOUS. The multiple arms? The long hair? The eyes everywhere? The antlers???? The color scheme??? IMMACULATE. they look like a tree and i think that's beautiful because on god i need to gnaw on them like a beaver

Their potential. Again, they're a very tragic existence, but I want to see how they'd interact with other Aeons because I think it'd be so interesting. Funnily enough, I think they'd absolutely hate Nanook because Nanook represents everything that is wrong in the universe to them - Nanook is death, so Nanook is suffering. But they'd love the Preservation (except maybe not when qilpoth was tearing tazzy apart like a shredder), and also Tazzyronth. I really want to see how they'd see Sunday or Xipe, as a fellow god of paradise <333 IT'S JUST SO INTERESTING HEHEHE

sorry i yapped but TY AGAIN FOR THE ASK KOU!!! BITES YOUR CHEEK

[bettathanyou]

Hii! Could I request a cedric × reader who is also the royal sorceress for another kingdom? Their royal family visit Enchancia and shes shocked when she sees cedric bcs theyre close childhood friends? Just hugs him infront of everyone. She's quite shy so they just spend their days locked up in his room doing magical stuff, except that time someone in the castle insults cedric and she defends him and that tips a confession scene? Plus points if both royal families are out there shipping them! Thankss!!

Omg thank you for the ask!! This is my first one and I feel so honored <3 I love writing Cedric angst so this feels like such a good treat :3 Also since there was no kingdom specified in the fic, I'm keeping it purposefully vague. I figure it would fit better in a y/n fic anyhow. anyways enjoy!!

An Old Friend, A New Lover

Fic request for @acupnoodle

"Are you excited, y/n? We haven't seen our friends in Enchancia for ages!"

Your queen gushed, smiling brightly in excitement. Beside her, the king was staring out of the carriage window soaking up the scenery, and the children next to you were both snoring softly in their seats. Personally, you were more excited to get out of the cramped carriage to stretch your legs.

"Yes, I'm very excited your majesty. The last time I was in Enchancia..." Your sentence hung in the air as distant memories shuffled across your mind; the song birds chirping when pulling an all nighter, reading in the Hexley Hall libraries until you passed out, hearing the seniors plan their yearly pranks on Royal Prep... you exhale slowly, feeling the nostalgia carve a hole into your heart. It felt like forever since you've seen your old magic academy, or any of the people in it.

Suddenly, a face pops up from the hazy mist of memories. A boy with bangs the color of moonlight, striking against his ebony hair.

Cedric.

You feel your heart cry out as his name settles on your tongue. You almost can't believe you've forgotten your own childhood best friend. Your mind reels as you try to claw your way through memories, latching on to the moments you two shared together.

Being painfully shy yourself, along with Cedric being an outcast of his own, you both quickly grew close. You both sat together in every class you shared, worked on projects together, and talked into the long hours of the night about every hope and dream a young sorcerer and sorceress could have. You feel yourself biting back a dopey smile thinking about it, however your burning cheeks give yourself away.

Lost in your reminiscing, a voice cuts through your concentration.

"Y/n?"

You startle at the mention of your name, staring at the queen with owlish eyes as she wears a bemused expression.

"Ah- I'm so sorry, I got lost in thought..." You mumbled shyly, your cheeks tingling from embarrassment.

"Well, I can see that... Care to share?" The queen quirks an eyebrow at you, grinning like a cat.

"Oh, well.... It's a bit of a long story." You chuckle self consciously, rubbing your thighs. You can feel the queens questioning gaze on you, and your anxiety begins to flare up.

"My dear, it's going to be an even longer trip!" The queen laughs, her eyes twinkling. You laugh politely, but still refuse to answer. Seeing you unconvinced, the queen presses you further.

"Tell me, before I swoon from boredom." The queen flutters her eyelids dramatically, fanning herself in jest.

You genuinely laugh this time, which leaves you feeling disarmed. Tentatively, you start to speak.

"Well... I... Had? Have? This friend..." You begin, your voice droning on as you edge closer to your destination.

Time Skip Time!~

The scene is now taking place around sunset. The queen wasn't joking about it being a long trip, lol.

"Announcing the visiting Royals from beyond the continent! We welcome you to Enchancia!" An older man with neatly combed grey hair, spectacles, and black coattails formally greets you all as you step outside of the royal carriage.

You deduce this man to be the castle steward, but can't put a name to the face. All you knew was he was supposed to have an outstanding reputation amongst his peers.

Standing behind the steward were the royal family of Enchancia. Your eyes widen as you take them all in. King Roland's eyes met yours and paid you a kind smile.

Feeling your skin crawl from eye contact, you quickly bow your head and shuffle to the side of the staircase to be out of the way. The two families begin to intermingle- the adults chattering away and the children begin to split off into groups to play.

Your eyes drink in the engagement from a safe distance, happy to be in your own bubble. In your peripheral vision, however, you see a blotch of purple catch your eye.

Turning to get a better look, you see a tall and lanky man appearing in his late thirties in a purple sorcerer's robe, standing idly by the Enchancia castle doors.

His posture was slightly hunched, with his hands tucked away behind his back. His prominent nose and high cheekbones gave him a naturally evoking look, and his cognac eyes drifted in a bored expression. Your eyes travelled upwards to his hair, silvery white bangs framed deliciously against ebony locs.

Dumbfounded, you feel the cogs in your brain short circuit as you realize who that man was. Blood rushed to your ears. You felt your heart catapult from the pit of your stomach right into your throat. You let out a choked noise, struggling to catch your breath. Almost as if being tugged by an invisible rope, you drag your feet along the polished stone of the castle stairs towards the sorcerer.

Cedric didn't notice you immediately, but halfway there he turns to meet your approach. The setting sun catches in his bright brown eyes, transforming them into the richest golden hue that any king would envy.

Taking the suns rays upon Cedric's face as a sign, you continue to put one foot in front of the other. The noise of the royals started to fade, and all that filled your senses was the man standing fixed in front of you.

Cedric, however, looked more and more unsettled as you closed the gap. His eyes betrayed a look of confusion, the once golden light in his eyes clouding over.

His expression made you pause. You feel the tunnel vision lift, and suddenly you're back in reality once again. Despite this, you find yourself still not backing away.

"...Cedric?" You push out, your voice wobbly from nerves.

Cedric blinked, an unreadable look blooming on his face. Your eyes bore into him, silently pleading for any sign of recognition. A beat of silence stretches for miles between you both.

Suddenly, his eyebrows shot up and a gasp left his lips. His gloved hand covers his mouth in shock. Backing away, Cedric leans against the archway of the castle.

"Y/N...? Y-you-..." Cedric's muffled voice stutters in disbelief, his eyes wide.

The wind rushes out of your lungs in sheer relief, and you almost collapse on the spot. Before you could register your own actions, you found yourself buried into purple silk and warm skin. Your arms squeezed Cedric close, inhaling his scent deeply. Burnt citrus, lavender, and the familiar saccharine smell of potion chemicals hits you hard.

You almost cry from happiness.

You slowly feel the man in your grasp shift his arms, and you start to pull away in fear of making him uncomfortable. You remember he wasn't keen on physical touch, at least back then.

"Stupid, you shouldn't hug people randomly!" You curse yourself, trying to ignore the pricks in your heart.

Before completely detaching yourself, however, you feel Cedric's arms pull you in again in a soft embrace. You feel his chest fall with a heavy sigh, his head dipping to rest on your cheek. His hands rest lightly on your back- just enough to be present, but still maintaining a respectful distance. Every inch his skin touched you felt like fire, and for a second you're convinced that this is what magic truly is.

"..You're really back, Y/N? This isn't a dream?" Cedric asks softly, pulling away slightly to look you in the eye. You almost whine in protest, not wanting to break any contact with the sorcerer. Before you could respond, however, King Roland's voice booms from across the entrance.

"Cedric, Y/N! I see you're catching up..." The royal glances between you and his friend, his eyes twinkling in a way you weren't sure you quite liked. You dip your head down bashfully, trying in vain to salvage your composure.

"Yes, it's been quite a long time..." Cedric mutters, a dark look shadowing his features.

"Well, why don't you show her around the castle? I'm sure she'd be interested in your workshop too! You both can practice for the magic show coming up, too." Roland nods in satisfaction, catching Cedric's eye and giving him a quick wink.

"R-Right! Excellent idea, sire. Y/N, would that be okay with you?" Cedric nervously glances over for your approval.

"Ah... I should ask before I go wandering off..." You bite your lip apologetically, your eyes begging for forgiveness from Cedric. You glance over at your king and queen and back to Cedric.

"Oh, of course. I'll wait here for you, then." Cedric gives you a smile, but the disappointment in his voice was poorly masked.

With a nod, you quickly go over to seek permission to be excused.

"Oh my, that's the Cedric you told me about?" The queen spoke in an excited hush, barely containing her giggles.

"Yes, it is." You answer, trying hard to maintain your cool.

"Well then, you shouldn't keep him waiting a second longer! Have fun." The royal gives you a knowing smile, and you flash her a bashful one in return.

Briskly returning to Cedric's side, you tell him you're free to go.

"Excellent. So, would you like the grand tour or shall we skip to the grand finale?" Cedric wiggles his eyebrows at you, his lips curling into a mischievous smile.

"You should know by now, patience is a virtue I've never had." You joke, earning a chuckle from Cedric.

"Of course, how could I forget?" Cedric says lightly, gazing down at you with a smile; however, it doesn't quite match his eyes. You feel as though he was talking to himself moreso to you. Even so, you laugh as you walk alongside him.

You both make your way to Cedric's tower, chatting along the way. Cedric is mostly doing the talking, but being a good listener was always your preferred role anyways. Just hearing his voice made your heart swell with joy. Before you both realized it, you were at Cedric's door.

"Y/N, this is where the magic happens." Cedric burst into a cheeky grin, and you groaned at his lame sorcerer joke.

"You really still say that, Cedric?" You feign annoyance, but secretly love the fact he referenced such an old inside joke between you.

Cedric tutted, cocking a brow. "Well, I thought it was funny. But I suppose everyone's a critic, hmm?" He sniffed, strutting past you to open the door. He tucked himself against the wall, beckoning for you to enter.

"Sorceress's first, Y/N." Cedric dipped his head respectfully.

"Always the gentleman, Ceddy." You coo, the nickname slipping out before you could stop it.

"Y-y-yes. Of course." Cedric coughed into his sleeve, the tips of his ears flushed pink.

You don't comment on Cedric's reaction, instead choosing to quietly tuck it away in the back of your mind.

Entering the workshop, your eyes scan the room. Trinkets, magical artifacts, bottles, potions, and other various magical supplies littered every free inch of counter space.

Cedric always had a haphazard way of organizing, and you couldn't help but smile at the familiar sight.

"Old habits die hard, I suppose..." You murmured, scanning the room once again.

"Did you say something, Y/N?" Cedric questioned, his frame popping up from beside you.

"Oh!" You startle, jumping from the sudden movement.

"Um, I said you have a lovely workshop." You flash Cedric a cheery smile, trying to mask your lie. Well, technically it's not a lie. Besides the questionable organization, there were plenty of things that caught your eye.

"Well, it took years and years of hard work to get it to where it is now." Cedric sighed, his eyes wandering the cramped shelves. You hummed in response, following his gaze across the various items he possessed.

"But, thank you. It's my pride and joy, Y/N. Anything you need, I'm sure I have it." Cedric puffs out his chest confidently.

"And you're welcome for as long as you'd like, of course." The sorcerer added, a nervous chuckle leaving his lips.

You give him a grateful smile, thanking him.

Both of you were starting to enjoy this trip already.

(Another Time Skip Because This Fic Is Getting Long Enough~)

"Cedric, where did you keep the mugwort tinctures again?" You called down from the stairs, rummaging once again through his herb storages.

"Top shelf, three drawers to the right!" Cedric answered, not sparing a glance from his bubbling beakers.

"It's not there, Cedric. I looked! There's only dried Mullein leaves." You yell, exasperation edging your voice.

"What? How... That's impossible!" Cedric scowled, rising from his seat. With a flick of his wand, the drawer magically opens and the contents gently levitate from the drawer.

With a twirl of the wrist, the dried leaves make their descent from the upper level of the workshop into Cedric's palm. After a minute of inspection, you hear him curse loudly.

"Damn it all, this has to be Cordelia's doing. I've told her multiple times to NOT. touch. My things! I have a process that must not be disturbed!" Cedric glowered at the leaves in his hand, his frustration building with each word.

Placing the Mullein in a heap on his desk, he runs his fingers through his hair as he sighs in resignation.

Seeing his upset state, you gingerly float down from the balcony to comfort your friend. You were shocked to find out that Cordelia and Cedric were still on speaking terms, but that question could be answered at a later time.

"I'm so sorry, Cedric. Is there any way we can get Mugwort from the castle gardens? I'll help you replace whatever Cordelia took." You offer gently, brushing your hand across the sorcerer's back in soothing motions.

"She didn't take them, Y/N. Surprising, I know." Cedric snorted in annoyance, rubbing his temples with his fingers.

Seeing your puzzled look, Cedric continues.

"Sometimes, when Cordy visits she insists on 'helping me' by 'reorganizing' all of my materials. Without permission, I might add!" Cedric crosses his arms, clenching his jaw.

"And she never listens to you when you ask her to stop?" Your question was more of a statement, given you remember her kleptomaniac nature.

Cedric nods silently in agreement, then draws out a long huff of air.

"I know what you're looking for is here, somewhere. She wouldn't steal such a frivolous ingredient. I just have to find it." Cedric's brow furrowed and his lips formed a tight line. He rose from his seat, holding his wand up in the air.

With a flourish of his hand, magical ingredients were flying to and fro in a crazed manner.

"Ah, Cedric...!" You cried out, ducking your head from the incoming projectiles.

"Don't worry, y/n! I'll have this sorted out in a jiffy!" Cedric drawled in a sing song voice.

"I don't doubt it...! But I'm going to take my chances in the garden. I don't have much time left to prepare for the show tonight!"

You spoke quickly, begging for Cedric's understanding in the matter.

"Well, if you insist, my dear! I'll fetch you when I've found the Mugwort!" Cedric shooed you off, fully concentrated on finding his missing ingredient.

Eager to leave, you rush down his tower steps and towards the royal courtyards.

Finally finding your way, you approach the well tended royal gardens of Enchancia. You notice this kingdom spared no expense at the various types of plants that grew here. With a satisfied hum, you expertly scan the ground for your prize.

After about 20 minutes, you're ready to just scrap your entire idea altogether. You sigh loudly once again, sitting on a plush carpet of grass and moss.

The serene sounds of the gardens slowly took the edge off, and with a cool head you decide to give it one last try. You push off your knees, ready to stand and try again. Before you could rise however, you hear giggling coming from your left.

"I know, right? I mean, really, if it weren't for his father being Goodwyn The Great he would never have been a royal sorcerer!" A servant girl chortles with her friend, their voices carrying through the breeze.

You duck below to your previous spot, hoping they didn't see you. You lean closer, trying to overhear their conversation. Were they seriously talking about Cedric?

"I think his sister should've been the royal sorcerer. Have you seen her magic? It's amazing!" The girl sighs dreamily, clutching her hands to her chest.

Your stomach sinks as your suspicion is confirmed. Your body refuses to move from your hiding place, despite your mind's anguished pleas. Anger begins to cloud your vision, and a faint ringing in your ears starts to grow louder by the second.

"Cedric the Great? I think he should just be called Cedric the Second Rate!"

The girls burst into uncontrollable laughter, their high pitched squeals igniting the burning hot anger within you.

Your mind flashes back to the brats at Hexley Hall, and everyone who would turn up their nose at Cedric. The name calling. The pranks. The snide remarks.

The nights where you had to drag Cedric out of bed because he wouldn't move otherwise, wishing he was dead.

You jump up from your hiding place, feeling the blood rush to your skin in a seething rage you haven't felt since those distant memories.

"How dare you both speak like that about Cedric!" You hissed, stomping over to the servant girls.

They turn to you, their mouths forming a shocked "o" in response, eyes bulging from fear. The girl who mocked Cedric a second earlier begins to stutter in response, but you won't allow her another word.

"Don't you dare try to speak now. I heard everything. Both of you are such wretched, awful creatures. The rats that scurry in the castle walls have better manners than both of you combined!"

The girls shrank into themselves, clutching each other's arms at your agitated state. Even though name calling would normally be beneath you, it felt good to give them a dose of their own medicine.

"Neither of you peasants know a word about the man you're talking about. You don't deserve to speak his name, much less mock it."

Your words wavered from your emotions, and your throat already felt hoarse from the foreign feeling of raising your voice. Yet, you found yourself completely unable to stop. It was like you were watching yourself from outside your body.

"Please... Miss Y/N, we were only joking! We didn't mean any harm, I promise!" The girl who called Cedric second rate piped up, her voice pleading for mercy.

"Yes, that's what they all say. It's all fun and games, a little tit for tat." Your hands shoot up in a dismissive wave, then ball up into fists at your side.

"But any good sorceress knows that words hold power."

You grab your wand from its resting place at your hip, it's familiar power singing a siren song to you.

The girls cried out in retaliation, cowering before you. Their piercing wails suddenly bring you back into your body, and you momentarily froze in place. After a beat of hesitation, you hear a voice call out to you.

"Y/N! Stop!"

You turn your head to the sound of your name, seeing purple satin and white hair billowing in the afternoon breeze. Cedric huffs breathlessly, his arms outstretched towards you.

"Cedric?" You echo, your arms falling limp to your side.

The girls scramble to their feet, taking advantage of the distraction. They turn to run, and in response your body twists to capture them. With your wand aimed straight for them, there was no escape. However, a pair of gloved hands capture your wrists in protest.

"Let them go, Y/N." Cedric spoke simply, but you knew he wasn't asking- he was telling you to.

Your eyes don't leave the servants bodies for a second as they run off and turn a corner, successfully escaping your wrath.

Begrudgingly lowering your arm, you avoid Cedric's piercing gaze. His hand still grasps your forearm, squeezing it tightly.

You both stand in silence, searching for the right thing to say. After a beat, Cedric speaks.

"So... It seems you got side tracked." Cedric prompted, his tone unreadable.

"Trust me, I did not intend for it to happen. I happened to overhear those witches cackling about you, and I couldn't just-"

Your words harshly are cut off by Cedric's pointer finger being brought up to your lips. You stare up at him, your anger resurfacing.

"I know. I saw- and heard- enough to piece together what happened." Cedric spoke softly, his eyes unable to fully meet yours.

"And you did nothing?"

You spat, your cheeks lighting up as your emotions rose up to the surface.

"I stopped you, didn't I?"

Cedric snapped back, his brows furrowed deeply in anger as his voice cut through the garden. Falling into silence, all you could do was stare at him as you fought tears that were already welling in your eyes.

"My god, Y/N... I'm not a child anymore. I don't need you harassing a couple servants over petty gossip." Cedric glowered at you, his grip on your forearm tightening even more.

"You're hurting me." You reply weakly, tugging against Cedric's hand.

"You could've hurt them, too." Cedric countered.

"I wasn't going to do anything! Just scare them off!" You protest weakly.

Cedric scoffed, but relented his grip. Slinking away from his tall form, you swat at your wet eyes.

"Well, you certainly did your job. We should go, before anyone else knows what happened." Cedric responded curtly, already turning away from you.

Not budging from your spot, you stare daggers into Cedric's back. Not sensing your presence, Cedric's head peeks over his shoulder.

"Are you coming?" Cedric eyes you wearily, holding his breath.

"How does it not anger you, what those girls said?" You asked, your voice breaking. You bite your lip to keep your chin from wobbling, but the tears from your eyes were now flowing rivers. Your feet were like anchors, holding you to the spot. You couldn't move until Cedric explained himself. However, before Cedric could reply, more words tumble from your lips.

"While you're... Right, we aren't children anymore-" you mumbled, your tongue becoming thick with emotion.

"-It's not as easy as you might think, ignoring those who tarnish the name of the person you loved since childhood."

Your confession felt like a heavy blanket, weighing down the atmosphere of the space around you. Your skin crawled with every second of silence.

Cedric's eyes swirled with complex emotions, slowly processing what you had said.

Exhaling a heavy sigh, Cedric returns to your side. Conjuring a tissue, he tenderly wipes your eyes. You silently beg him to say anything, anything to just break the tension already.

"Do you want to know a trick I learned from another dear friend of mine?" Cedric whispered, his face leaning in close to your own.

You gave a meager hum in response, your eyes locking with his own.

"The only people's opinions I need to care about are my own, and the people whom I love. Anything else is noise that can be drowned out." Cedric's hand moves to peel a stray lock of hair out of your face, gently tucking it behind your ear.

"I already know what those girls think. I don't care. And you certainly gave them a piece of your mind too." Cedric chuckled darkly, his eyes glinting in a way that made your reddened cheeks turn scarlet.

"So... Are we okay, then?" You murmur, anxiously bunching your skirts up in your hands.

"I'm afraid after this... I don't think it's best we remain friends." Cedric replied, his voice low and eyes downcast.

Your heart lept into your throat, and only a strangled noise escapes your lips. Your knees begin to feel weak, but before you could protest any further you find your lips fully occupied by Cedric's.

Your whole body stiffens, completely unaware of how to react. A million questions blitzed in the back of your mind, but slowly the feeling of Cedric's warm lips melted away any worries in that moment.

You closed your eyes gently, matching Cedric's pace of the kiss. Your hand snakes around his neck to bring him in closer, and in turn his hands rest in the small of your back to pull you flush into him. Your whole body hummed in satisfaction, and this moment felt like it was what you waited for your whole life.

After exchanging a few more lingering kisses, you both break apart for air.

Your skin is still buzzing from the kiss, and you cling to Cedric's robes for support.

"Wow... That was...!" You stutter, breathless.

"Magical?" Cedric grinned, taking your hand and rubbing your knuckles with the pad of his thumb.

You shake your head, a huge grin of your own on your face.

"Even better, I fear." You reply, nuzzling into his chest.

You both stand in each other's embrace, until the realization hits you that you both had a magic show that needed to be done and you still had no Mugwort.

"Cedric-! The magic show!" You cried, your eyes wide with worry.

"I did say I'd come fetch you when I found the Mugwort, didn't I?" Cedric smirked, digging into the sleeve of his robe for your missing ingredient.

"Haha! Cedric, you're simply the best." You hug him tightly, sighing in relief and love for the sorcerer.

"Ready to knock some royal socks off, then?" Cedric asked, his wand at the ready.

"With you by my side? Absolutely." You nod, pulling out your wand in turn.

"Then let's not keep them waiting, hmm?" Cedric offers you his hand, which you take graciously.

"Let's go!" You tug Cedric along, laughing. In this moment, it was just like you two were kids again.

Except this time, neither of you were going anywhere.

[superblysubpar]

hiii tay ♡

i’ve been seeing your posts, both fics and asks, about your -sorta-new-but-not-that-new series, “we’ll call it love” and i just wanted to drop by real quick to let you know that i, regretfully, don’t think i’ll be able to read it. i’m not having the best time with my anxiety, but the bigger… issue? not really an issue, not your issue, but i’m choosing not to read any sort of angst or tropes that make me a bit upset— like friends with benefits. only for the reason that it’s not something i feel i could ever do so i choose to focus on reading fluffy fluff and friends to lovers ‘cause it cheers me up yk? the emotions that come with reading angst or fwb or break up fics are intense to me, and since i’m getting g overly anxious im choosing not to read those.

not sure if this made much sense, but the bottom line is: i’ve decided to avoid any fics that make me sad, especially since my anxiety is giving me a harder time rn. i wish i could read it ‘cause you’re very talented and very creative, but it’s just not something i can do rn. i will, however, still reblog it ‘cause you deserve it, but i just wanted to say something so you know why i haven’t left any written feedback.

k love u bye

Hii you sweet angel. Thank you for being so supportive 💛🥹

This is very very very kind but I need you and everyone to know that this does not bother me in the slightest?! If you're following me for silly unhinged tags about gifs and photos I see - fantastic. If you're following me for only fluff, or smut, or dad stories, or whatever - that's also fantastic and I'm happy you're here. I never expect someone to reblog or comment on things, especially not all of my things. We're not all into the same things and that's okay! My only rule here is be 18+ to follow me and be a good human 💛

I am incredibly sorry you're dealing with such bad anxiety but I am SO happy you're doing what you need to do to make it better, to feel good and comfortable. That's what is most important!!!

Again, I hope no one ever thinks I expect these reblogs or comments on all things, please enjoy what you enjoy, feel good and keep those healthy boundaries in place for yourself! I'm happy you're here 💛

Also, I am trying to keep anything WCIL responses in the "we'll call it love" tag, and you can/should block that tag if you don't want to see spoilers, don't want to hear about this specific story, etc. 💛💛💛

[misssakuramochi]

Hii! My English is pretty bad so sorry in advance.

Can I ask a matchup for One Piece? I don't have any preference, so anyone is good

Pronouns: they/them

MBTI: ISFP

I'm like really introvert, not because I'm shy but because I'm highly conscious of how socially awkward I can be. This is because I can be really clumsy or say things without thinking, so I became really self-conscious which lead to some kind of social anxiety, if we want to describe it like that. Though, with my close friend, I have a big mouth - love to gossip, laugh and speak loudly; I'm a good listener, not a great advisor, but a good emphatizer. My friends says that they trust me because I'm chill, but it's not true at all- I just like to listen rants and like to rant too.

I'm the type that usually follow a routine, but I'm always open to new opportunities and in fact I love to try new places, new food and new activities. So as you can imagine, I'm curious and open-minded, additionally quite flexible. My only problem, apart from money, is that I need my time to recover from one thing to another since I have low energy and I'm easly overwhelmed

I often try to dismiss my emotions in favor of logic (sometime it comes naturally with other people too but I try to avoid that, depending on the situation). Even if I don't want to, my emotions and feelings always win.

I don't like when friends offer me things because I know I can't repay them, but in a relationship I like to be spoiled and to spoil my patner. I love luxury, I love money and I love to spend them, unfortunately I'm poor. I also have a thing for the golden retriever type,however I like someone who is not too clingy because my alone time is precious to me. PDA in public? It depends on the situation, because when I'm with my friends I'm afraid that too much lovey-dovey couples can be annoying. Also, I'm not the type that often says "I love you". Me and words of affirmation don't have a good relationship, I prefer showing my love with physical touch and gifts.

Sometime I can be an airhead since I'm more academically smart than street smart. I think I said it before, but I'm very clumsy that it may because of my unorganised brain. But I assure you that I am reliable and trustworthy (most of the time).

Finally,

things that I really like: food and money

what i do in my free time: napping, drawing or reading

That's it, I'm not good at explaining in english. I hope it's good tho T~T

I match you with...

NAMI

○ Nami finds your quiet and loud sides equally appealing. On one hand, your socially awkward personality is really cute. On the other, she likes people who are honest and speak their mind. As much as she thinks it's very cute when you get flustered, she loves to hear you express yourself and be loud and happy.

○ Both of you have very independent personalities. Alone time is crucial to both of you, you have your own interests, can be lower on the energy side especially after big events, and don't necessarily crave constant affirmation. You understand one another on a deeper level that way and are able to accommodate each others needs really well.

○ You're a good listener, and that's really important to Nami. She doesn't mind that you're not the best with advice - she seldom needs it. What she does need is someone to listen and empathize, which you're amazing at. It makes her feel safe and loved.

○ Nami loves to explain her interests to you, especially maps and cartography. Being interested in new thoughts and concepts, Nami loves bouncing things she learns off of you. It makes for great conversation! You're always learning new things and she's proud to show off what she knows to try and impress you.

HEADCANONS

○ You like money and spoiling your partner and so does Nami. With a mutual love language of gift giving, you've made a tradition of picking each other up trinkets from every island you stop at.

○ You and Nami gossip together all the time. She has ALL the tea and you're happy for her to pour. Actual tea dates where you gossip about world events and such are super common.

○ As I said before, Nami will actively let you stumble over social situations to watch you squirm a little, just because it's adorable to her. That being said, the second things go too far Nami is there to magically fix it with her charm - or aggressively if anyone makes you uncomfortable. She may be allowed to tease, but only her. She's quite protective of you lowkey.

○ A nap lover, you often sleep on Namis lap while she works on maps or reads. She loves to run her hands through your hair and you love when her touch luls you to sleep while she lightly hums over her papers.

[rfaromance]

Hii! I read that you're most comfortable with writing for 707 so I was wondering if I could request 707 comforting you after you get ghosted by a close friend?

Totally understand if not and congrats on finishing your exams!

Disappointed, but not surprised.

You would be lying if you claimed this was the first time a "friend" slipped away from you, or if you optimistically declared it would be the last.

However much or little you loved your friends never seemed to matter. You couldn't control them, after all, and you certainly had no say in who would stay and who would go.

This one stung more than usual, though.

As much as you wanted to believe this friendship was different, that this was someone who genuinely cared about you...

Just like the rest of them, huh?

You slumped down onto the couch and picked up the TV remote. Some background noise would hopefully help prevent you from thinking too much. But as you flipped through channels, everything seemed to remind you of them in some way.

'We used to watch this show together.'

'That character looks like them, a little.'

'Weren't they looking to buy a new one of these?'

Eventually you shut the television off and threw the remote on the ground, finding yourself more frustrated and exhausted than before. Wordlessly you turned onto your side and buried your face in the nearest pillow, praying you'd wake up to a text or call or email or DM or anything--

"Are you alright, kitten?"

A familiar voice by your ear snapped you out of your numb trance. You whipped your head around to see golden eyes, warm like sun-kissed honey, peering at you. Normally you could detect a speck of spice in his sweet gaze, waiting to tease you, but this time you could only detect deep affection and concern. "Mmhm," you mumbled non-committally, before lying back down to shove your face in the pillow again.

"Don't lie like that, honey butter."

"Sorry, is my posture bad?"

"No, I mean-- you can lie down on the couch, but don't... pretend you're okay when you clearly aren't." He sighed and sat on the arm of the couch, so he was perched just above your curled-up form. "You don't have to talk about it, but... I want to help if I can."

You hesitated before replying. You could feel beads of sweat beginning to form on your face, and you weren't sure if they were from anxiety or from the lack of air between your head and the pillow. "I don't want to bother you with my problems."

Even without looking at him, you could tell that Saeyoung was making a befuddled and exasperated expression. "As if I didn't drag you into all of my problems? Into a literal cult? Into an apartment with a bomb inside?"

When he put it that way, you did feel a little silly. "I just... I miss a friend of mine. That's all." You sighed and clutched the sides of the pillow, digging your fingers in to ground you. "I haven't heard from them in months. Even though I send messages every other week... and I know they're alive and well... I... This one was different. I thought we really had a bond." You gritted your teeth as you felt tears beginning to pool in the corners of your eyes. "But no, they just left me behind... without a word.... If I did something wrong, couldn't they tell me? Can't someone tell me for once, so I don't mess it up again with the next friend? To just flee without a trace... did they hate me that much?"

You stopped, inhaling sharply for a moment to catch your breath and hopefully calm down. But the fresh air only seemed to aggravate your eyes further, and you had to smash the pillow against your face to try and soak up the tears you knew were coming down.

Saeyoung was silent for a while, which was unusual for him unless he was really serious. "Sometimes... people think the safest option is to leave wordlessly. They think it will hurt less."

You choked back a sob. "You're a special case, Mister Secret Agent."

He chuckled at that, but it was a hollow sound. A sound composed only of echoes of regrets, rather than full of life and mirth. "Perhaps. But speaking as someone who has ghosted people all over the world... friends, acquaintances, business partners, classmates, the cutest kittens at that one cat café in-- Oops, I've already said too much. The point is!" He tapped his fingers on the top of your shoulder like a drumroll, building the tension before revealing his point. "Sometimes... it's not what you did. Someone may have circumstances in their own life that makes them leave. They may be struggling, they may be moving far away, they may feel ashamed of something they said, they may be overworked... It doesn't mean they hate you."

You wanted to believe his words. They made sense, and the logical part of your brain was latching onto them desperately. But that couldn't satisfy the ache in your heart. "But why... why does it always happen to me? Why do I see their posts on social media showing they're still happy, maybe even happier without me?"

He sighed and moved his hand to the top of your head, stroking your hair with slow, rhythmic movements. "I don't know, kitten," he confessed. "I can't imagine anyone feeling happier without you in their life, once they've met you. Maybe you just shine so brightly that they don't feel worthy to be in your presence." He chuckled again, this time with more life in the sound. Perhaps even a bit of embarrassment.

"You're a star, my love. You glow so brightly that your light reaches across galaxies and pierces hearts. Sometimes... we mere mortals get so overwhelmed that we have to step back, because we want to become worthy of that shine."

[dr4kenlvr]

liar

pairing: izana kurokawa x gn!reader

genre: angst

request: hii could you do a izana oneshot when he realizes his s/o is in toman? thank you so much!!

a/n: hey anon! i made this piece angsty, since it wasn't specified and that was the vibe i got from this plot, hope that's alright by you <3 + izana and reader are not in a fully established relationship due to the plot, i also got carried away asdfgsdjf

warnings: spoilers from tokyo rev - tenjiku arc manga, angst, reader has feelings but can't pursue them, izana gets used, izana cries, i cry while writing this, etc LMAO.

not once had izana thought he had somebody. a somebody to himself, a somebody to call his, a somebody to care and love for. a somebody that he thought he could rule the world with. izana lived a wretched life brimmed with the mindset that he was alone forever.

the day kakucho had introduced you to him, he felt indifferent. to kakucho, you were a friend, someone he had gotten along with well in school. to izana, you were just another pawn he planned on using to reach the top. a piece of his plan he could easily remove and throw away when needed.

to you, izana was a mystery. a charming man covered in an invisible cloak of secrets and confidence. he practically oozed ambition, and it was your job to unveil him.

you were an addition to toman, a fact that was unbeknownst to kakucho. it had been discussed and concluded that you were to be toman's spy within tenjiku's premises. you needed information. solid, ground information that would make a swift victory for toman in the future. it was simple really, you were one of toman's finest minds. everyone agreed it'd had to be you to do the job. the plan was to persuade kakucho to introduce you to his friends, infiltrate tenjiku, become associates with izana and help toman bring them down. simple— right?

who would've known that what occured between izana and you, couldn't be labelled as pure associates.

you and izana had grown quite close, despite only have met. you had to admit, it did take a generous amount of time to get him to open up to you. but when he did, you were instantly hooked. something about izana caught your attention. he was extremely attentive and intelligent and it resulted in your admiration for the way he led his gang. you couldn't help but compare him to mikey. mikey, toman. you remembered your job, and why you were really here.

it had been a few weeks now, fortunately no one had suspected you of anyone else other than tenjiku's new lackey. however unfortunately, your time here was about to end.

the sun was setting lowly upon the horizon, splashes of orange and pink painted the water below your dangling feet. next to you sat izana, shoulder to shoulder. he didn't know what possessed him to sit so closely, but he was compelled to. quite often the two of you would be found sitting together, either enjoying one another's company or chatting up a small conversation. kakucho liked to tease izana of his fasination with you, saying 'it's rare for you to be so involved with others'. this time, no one had said anything. izana felt the silence between the two of you was relatively comforting.

lately, izana has been feeling different. he couldn't quite pinpoint what it was, but something felt different. was it the way his palms got sweaty when you looked at him? or the way he had to muster up some sense of courage just to talk to you? he didn't know. it was odd, but he liked it. izana took a deep breathe, relishing in whatever this feeling was. he noticed you do the same. he smiled, were you feeling what he was?

exhaling gently, you opened your eyes to the sky above you. the silence was nice, but the sunken pulls on your heart felt otherwise. infiltrating tenjiku was fairly easy, gaining the trust of the top executives proved to be a challenge, but you managed. hell, now you were even sitting next to their leader. the bond between you and izana grew into something much more than you primarily presumed. there were feelings blossoming inside you that should never have sprouted. there were emotions you felt for izana that should never have been perceived. you were toman's ally, not tenjiku's.

then why did it hurt so god damn much whenever izana smiled at you?

you decided something before asking izana to meet you here. since you had gained enough information about the group and izana himself, there was no need for you to stay, and toman needed you back.

"izana." you started.

"hm? what is it?" he responded, violet eyes peering over to you with interest. he wondered what you were gonna tell him, he felt his chest swell with anxiety. nonetheless, he kept a nonchalant face at your hesitation. calm and collected as always.

"i wanted to be the one to let you know," you gulped, "that im apart of toman." you paused, feeling your throat clog up. "im not on your side. and i was sent here to collect data on you and the gang. now that i've got it, i'm no longer needed here." you confessed. your heart refused, but you knew that this is what you had to do.

izana sat still. he didn't respond. he couldn't respond. what was he supposed to say? you.. were apart of toman? as in, mikey's group? and you were a spy for them? izana was bemsued, he opened his mouth to say something, anything, but nothing came out. he felt his eyes water. you hadn't even looked him in the eyes yet, couldn't you at least do that?

you sighed, taking another deep breathe. you turn to him, "it's ti-."

"how could you?!" izana yelled, fumbling up to his feet. you were taken aback by his sudden outburst, then you felt your heart clench at the sight. tears streamed down izana's face, leaving marked evidence of the sadness he felt. "i-i trusted you! you were someone i considered a friend! s-someone who i thought would want me back! and now you go and leave me like i'm nothing but a piece of fucking trash!" he screamed, words fumbling out to no end now. his violet eyes now harsh and rigid at your form below him. the wind howled and clamoured against your bodies.

"you're telling me you used me this entire time? you're.. you're nothing but a liar! a god damned liar!" izana's words screeched at your ears. he panted, harder and harder until it felt like his lungs were going to give out on him. how was it that another person is leaving him? another person doesn't want him back?

you stayed silent. izana sobbed at the look on your face- you're like a stranger to him now. was he always one to you? it's evident you're not looking at him with the same kindness you did before. was it all feigned pity and compassion? he sniffled, before gesturing you to go. "leave y/n. i don't ever want to see you again."

you stand up quietly. the wind roaringly blows past and between you and him one more, before you turn your back against him. your chest aches with pain when you look ahead. you can still hear izana's ragged inhales as you take your first few steps away from him.

"i'm sorry, izana. goodbye."

izana watched as the gap between you and him grew bigger. the view of your back became smaller and smaller as you walked away from his shaking form. a part of him wanted you to turn back once more, to acknowledge him as a person just once more. but you never did.

it was then izana knew, that he was destined to be alone.

[ketamineharry]

You and Me- Harry Lewis

Requested: Yes ~ hii can i please get one where reader and harry both really like each other but they both haven’t dated in a really long time so they have no idea what to do lmaoo, just a funny and fluffy one of you don’t mind 

Authors Note: I am so sorry for how long this took to come out. At the time this was requested, I don’t think I had posted any fluff. It’s taken me quite a while to feel comfortable enough with writing something on this scale of said fluff. Nonetheless, I hope this is still enjoyable x 

The moment that you had matched with Harry on Tinder, something about it felt like it wasn’t just going to be a meaningless hookup. Perhaps it was how brutally honest he was in his profile, or the fact that he hadn’t necessarily used the most conventionally attractive photos. Something about his profile, just seemed to be more authentic than the others you had previously matched with.

He had been the one to strike up conversation, asking you how your day had been. Unlike the matches you had where this had merely been a conversation starter; something they could ask to simply open conversation to more explicit topics, Harry seemed to actually care. Asking follow up questions and building a conversation.

After a few days of exchanging messages via Tinder, Harry had asked whether you could exchange numbers. Things were going pretty well, so you had agreed. Which meant that you had the convenience of being able to text back easily, as sometimes Tinder notifications wouldn’t come through on time. It only provided you with more time that you were able to converse with him, bringing you inevitably closer.

Late one Saturday evening, you were sitting at home, watching reruns of F.R.I.E.N.D.S, when your phone started ringing. It was Harry FaceTiming you. Reluctantly, you answered the call. It wasn’t exactly ideal for the first time for you to see each other in motion, for you to be bare faced, in an old baggy jumper, wrapped in a blue fluffy blanket. Your hair thrown up in a messy bun. However, as you answered, Harry’s massive grin instantly put you at ease. His manor revealing that he was at the very least tipsy.

“You are so pretty.” He beamed.

A deep blush crept its way onto your cheeks. The compliment, although simple, was unexpected and genuine. He was lovely. You quietly thanked him.

“I just wanted to know what day it is Y/N. I know that you’d be willing to assist.” He slurred, as he leaned against a lamp post. His features being illuminated in the bright yellow light.

“It’s Saturday, the third of April.” You stated, a slight laugh escaped your lips.

“Thank you… I’m going to regret all of this in the morning.” He started with a low chuckle. “One thing I won’t regret though, do ya fancy going on a date tomorrow? I was thinking maybe bottomless brunch?” He asked as he tried to regain some sort of composure, in an attempt to try and convey that he was serious when he was asking you.

“Are you sure you want to? From the state that you’re in, it looks like you might be nursing the hangover from hell tomorrow.”

“If I wasn’t at least a little bit tipsy, Y/N… I wouldn’t have the courage to ask you out. You are way out of my league.” He stated, emphasising the way.

You thought about it for a moment. You had nothing to lose. He seemed like a fantastic guy. If he wasn’t, you wouldn’t have invested as much time as you already had into him. The date he had suggested was in a public place, and you were more than able to text one of your friends letting them know where you were. Just in case something did go wrong.

“Sure, Harry… I’m down.”

The same huge grin that you had been greeted with at the beginning of the call was now back. Accentuated by the light that he was standing under. He looked so handsome.

“Fantastic, I’ll text you the details. Goodnight, Y/N.” He mumbled, as he fumbled with his phone trying to disconnect the call.

As soon as the call ended, your phone vibrated, the details of the date including location and time. You set an alarm on your phone for a time to wake up, allowing yourself enough time to get ready and panic about getting ready.

--

You had just gotten out of the shower, the nervous knots in your stomach only increased as time passed. If Harry was anything like you thought he would be in person, you wanted to impress him. Even if it were only for this one date. After all, he had the thought to plan something like this out. Asking to meet you in the morning, instead of asking to meet up for a drink in the evening. Everything just mounted up. From what you could tell, he was taking this seriously. Which only increased your nerves, as it had been a few years since you had been on a serious date.

As quickly as you could, you dried yourself off. You had decided last night on the outfit you were going to wear. A light blue off the shoulder top, with some white jeans and beige sandals. You checked yourself over in the mirror, trying to smooth down the fabric, as much as you could. The last thing you wanted to do was look out of place, or, like you hadn’t made enough effort.

You moved onto your hair, straightening it to perfection. Before applying some light makeup. You quickly glanced at yourself in the mirror, deciding that this would do. It wasn’t perfect, but, you wouldn’t feel ashamed of being near him like this. He was beautiful without effort.

--

You clutched your bag in front of you, as you walked into the little cafe, searching the sea of people for Harry. Right at the back, next to the window, you could see a tall blonde figure. You held eye-contact for a moment, before realisation set in for the both of you. Smiles broke out on both of your faces, as Harry beckoned you over to the table.

You made your way over to the table, as you did, Harry got up from his seat and met you halfway. He interlaced his fingers with yours, as he led you back to the table. Although this was the first proper contact that you had with him, it all felt so natural. Like his hand was made to fit yours, just so. Once you were at the table, in the far reaches of the cafe it felt like you had more privacy. Like it was just you and Harry.

Before either of you sat down, he engulfed you into a tight hug. His musky scent, providing you with a net of safety from your usual anxiety about PDA.

“You look lovely.” He whispered into your hair, just loud enough for you to hear.

The meal seemed to go by so quickly, both of you getting lost in each other. Eye contact never seemed to break, as you just got lost in each other. Everything just naturally slotted into place. Nothing had to be forced, being on this date with him felt as natural as breathing.

Soon enough, however, you were both completely full. Bellies stuffed with bacon and danish pastries. Harry got up from his seat, once again and helped you out of yours. He held your hand as you walked out of the cafe. Typical British weather meant that it was already pouring with rain. The air, so much colder than when you had started the date. It provided you with an excuse to be able to huddle up to him, as you rested your head on his arm.

Your clumsiness combined with the wet paving of the British streets, did mean that you took a stumble however, your hand slipped out of Harry’s as you tried to protect your fall. Luckily, it wasn’t so bad. Harry’s nervous laugh, however, was so contagious that the stinging pain in your hands didn’t really bother you anymore. You just had to join in. Once you had both regained your composure, Harry offered his hand out to you and helped you up off of the floor.

As soon as you were stable on your feet, you were able to spot a taxi to take you home. You informed Harry of such, and he walked you over to it.

“Thank you for agreeing to this date. It’s been amazing, and I’d love to see you again.” He said.

“I’d love to.” You confirmed.

He wrapped you in a hug, once again the goodbye felt bitter-sweet. The date had gone so well. But, you just didn’t want it to end. Spending time with Harry was amazing. So much more amazing than you could have ever anticipated. Neither of you wanted to break away from this hug. This moment, as cheesy as it was, belonged to the both of you. Harry rested his forehead on yours, upping the intimacy. Yet, still being reserved as far as you were concerned.

“Kiss me.” You requested.

He placed a hand on your cheek, brushing your wet hair out of the way before softly pressing his lips against yours. The busy streets of London, didn’t seem to bother you, as your lips connected. You were just lost in him. The kiss, although not frenzied, drove just how much passion the both of you felt for each other to the forefront to the both of your minds.

The beeping of the taxi, who had been waiting for you to enter, was the only thing that knocked you out of the bubble that you had shared with Harry for the past couple of minutes.

“I’ll see you really soon.” Harry said, as you got into the back.

“Yeah.” You smiled, as you gave him a small wave.

[tsunderedoctor]

ok so i’ve never known what to say after 10pm because it’s not really evening anymore but then like it’s not goodnight, so like good day? 😭

hii purple, it’s me, again. 🤯🙊

is it fine if i can make an emergency request for either zoro, law, or whoever you’d prefer and think are good at comforting someone; comforting / g/n reader/lover after they broke down learning someone close to them ended up getting seriously ill?

Hey, love!! Sorry this took a bit, but I hope things are going okay for you! I truly apologize for that stress and anxiety you must be going through. I hope these two babes help you!❤️❤️

Roronoa Zoro

Zoro can be a pretty understanding and caring man, even if he looks like he doesn’t care, he does know what it means to be worried about a friend. He lost his closest childhood friend, maybe not from a sickness, but the fact still remains and the pain of it all won’t leave that easily.

He will try to be there for you and spend time with you, a hand on your shoulder in a comforting manner. He won’t tell you it will get better or things will be alright, because both of you don’t know those answers. However, he will assure you he will be there for you no matter what.

Will keep a watchful eye on you, eating with you and laying in bed with you, to make sure you are taking care of yourself. You shouldn’t be getting unhealthy, it doesn’t help anyone and would make your friend worry.

Goes with you to visit your friend if you can, due to being a quality time lover, he wants you to be able to spend that time together. Will just sit and let you two talk, perhaps look out the window and answer if he was talked to.

When you finally break down, he won’t know what to do, his face shows his true emotions. He’s just as heartbroken as you are, he doesn’t want you to feel like you are alone in this and unhappy. 

Though he isn’t into physical affection, he will hold you close, his body warm against your crying face. A hand petting your head as soft as he can, telling you to please stop crying, that he can’t handle you in this state and doesn’t know what to do.

When you cry, whether out of sadness/anger/happiness, he truly just falls apart. That once calm cool exterior is gone and he’s like a puppy dog wanting to please it’s master.

Trafalgar D. Water Law

Law is a bit different, he knows exactly how it feels to lose a loved one to illness and tragedy. 

However, this caused extraordinary trauma to the man, making him a bit more difficult to handle new losses of loved ones. Law knows people will die, he saw it with his own eyes, that doesn’t mean he won’t try his hardest to prolong their live if he can. 

He also hates seeing people cry, especially if it’s something he knows he can’t fix. This puts him in a situation where he feels powerless once again. Law is a service doer, so he shows his love by fixing things or doing things for you, by not being able to help you or your loved one who is sick, especially since he is also a doctor, will cause Law to have some self-hatred issues. 

As much as I love Law, expect him to be snappish and short with you. It’s not your fault or your friend’s fault, and it’s not his either. However, in this moment he is angry with himself for not being able to fix the problem and help you. He wants to fix the problem, he needs to, but he can’t and he hates it.

When you do finally cry and break down, he will freeze. His throat hurts from unknown feelings he thought he got rid of. His face will hold a look of shock, he tries to keep his composure, but seeing you completely break down before him leaves him truly stunned. 

If you ask him what to do or if your friend will die, he won’t answer you, it’s not that he doesn’t want to, but he’s afraid to be wrong, that maybe you will blame him if something happens.

In the end, he will do his best to help you, but please understand that if things go south, it will cause him turmoil too.

[bluemoondust]

Hii! This is my first request and i wanted to ask for yandere Tamaki with a darling that's as shy as him, they like each other but are too afraid to say it, so their friends set up a date for them? And then they're super nervous but happy at the same time? Also i love your writing and sorry for bad english 😘

No need to apologize anon! Your English is a-okay!

Warning(s): Delusional Thoughts, Low Key Clingy Behavior, Self Deprecation (On Tamaki's part), Implications of Panic/Anxiety Attacks (On Tamaki's part)

Right off the bat, Tamaki would be internally panicking with all this being set up. Don't get him wrong, he is overjoyed to get the chance to spend more time with you alone, but all his negative thoughts eat at his self esteem. He's not as brave as other people are and not confident enough either. So why would you even go for someone like him?

However, the hints of you liking him back really makes his mind do a double take. Oh, does he hate clinging on to this sort of hope. It always ends up in a disaster one way or another. Tamaki finds himself hating the thought of being given false hope or hoping too much for something and ultimately getting hurt in the end. However, this is you. So there are a mix of emotions stirring within him. Maybe he'll take a chance with you. Would you do the same?

He actually really hopes so and a part of him believes it. As he's getting ready, Tamaki keeps second guessing everything and it just makes him want to cancel altogether. But that would make you sad, and he doesn't want that. So he presses on. It's all for you. It was always for you. He pushes himself just so you can be proud of him and he likes that feeling.

During the little date, Tamaki is slightly on edge. One thing that would really frustrate him at this time is someone just... Interrupting you two. The thought gets under his skin because this is his time with you. Not anyone else. Of course, he wouldn't have too much of the courage to speak up and voice this, and that gets him even more frustrated. This time, with himself. Other things that keep him on edge? Well, just anything that could steer your attention away from him or have you leave him completely. He's insecure and that messes with him a lot.

So because of this, he keeps close to you. Maybe at one point he'll wrap his pinky around yours just for reassurance. It can be seen as cute unless you look into his mind. It's a mess. Especially because you seem nervous and he hopes that he is not intruding for taking such a bold action. If you grab his hand when he pulls his pinky away, Tamaki will visibly flinch and freeze up for a good minute. Ah, you're reciprocating to his actions... That's not what he was expecting. But he doesn't want to let go of that.

Tamaki loves that you actually decided to hold his hand. He feels important since you're rather shy and that must mean you trust him so much. Right? Do you love him the way he does for you? His mind gets a little ahead, especially when he notices that you're enjoying yourself. He thought things would end in disaster. That you'd not want to talk anymore or see him as a weirdo. He was proven wrong. That just makes him ecstatic.

He doesn't let go of this. The whole day replays in his mind, even after the date was over and he already walked you home. Even after saving your address and the path to get there. Tamaki feels like maybe things will get better as time goes on. Have you accepted him to be your boyfriend now that this date was a success? Oh, does he hope so. And this sort of hope is one he won't let go no matter what. Even if he has to lie to himself. Because he'd rather do that than experience any pain of rejection. He would probably suffocate from the emotions spilling out.