#i was in the middle of exam period when you sent in the ask | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

theholypeanut · 1 year ago

Text

If you wanna be my lover, you gotta get with my friends ♪

Content: Being best friend with Tokimitsu, Aryu, Zantetsu and Raichi (separately) // platonic gn!reader

Characters: Aoshi Tokimitsu, Jyubei Aryu, Zantetsu Tsurugi, Jingo Raichi

Tokimitsu Aoshi

- You became friends when you stood up for him in primary school

- He started to follow you like a puppy but then he got an idea that maybe he is just bothering you, so he stopped

- You went to him and tell him to do what he wants, not what he things doesn’t bother others - and now you are still best friends in high school

- Now people don’t bully him because he is huge, however people take advantage of his kindness a lot

- Thankfully you are not that kind so whenever you are around, no one even dare to request ridiculous stuff from him

- “But maybe they just need help…” “No, shut up, they are using you” “….I don’t mind” “And that’s the problem”

- Outside of that you always ask him for his opinion whenever you two are deciding on something and he knows already he cannot answer “whatever you prefer”

- You love watching trashy movies together that you find via online reviews

Angel protector: Omg omg omg look at this review: “This was glorious. Pure batsh** cheese. So much better than I could have even hoped for.”

Disasterous Sorry-Machine: Sounds great! What’s the title for the movie? When do you want to watch it?

Angel protector: Velocipastor. We are watching this weekend it will be hilarious

Disasterous Sorry-Machine: I’m sorry what’s the title again?

- He gives the best gifts ever and still apologies that “it probably isn’t what you wanted”

- He is also the best math tutor ever, except that he apologises every time you get something wrong (because he is the tutor, if he would be any good you’d get it right…)

- One time you sent him to grab you two food in the cinema, and he couldn’t decide if he should take caramel popcorn or normal, and nachos with cheese sauce or salsa, so he took it all, and that’s how you two found out that caramel popcorn with cheese and salsa sauce is really delicious

Jyubei Aryu

- Ah this man, what can I say - pure glam

- You met in middle school when you two were made sit desks, and after first period he said out of the blue “I am so sorry, but I couldn’t stop looking at your nails… They are so stylish! Are you going to a manicurist?”

- The answer was no, but you two became friends

- Aryu is always there to compliment you out of the blue and it really made you feel so much more confident

- You have to go shopping together, however it takes ages to shop with him

- However you’d know whenever something fits you because Aryu is behaving dramatic af and is almost passing out from stylish energy you give

- You go together to different shrines he finds glamorous and you are taking a whole photoshoot of him there

- Generally you have lots of pics together

- You love to braid his hair and whenever you have sleepovers you read fashion magazines and you try to style his hair accordingly

- Skincare. Party.

- All your prettiest Instagram photos are made by Aryu, this man is a professional

- He can do flower crowns and taught you and every summer u make flower crowns for each other and have (another) photoshoot while looking glam af

Zantetsu Tsurugi

- You were neighbors since how long you can remember, and you parents are friends

- At the beginning you didn’t like Zantetsu: because you thought he was an idiot. You complained to your mother that you don’t want to play with him, but she said “Being smart is not the most important thing person should be”

- It didn’t h it you at first, but in middle school you ended up in the same class for the first time, and you noticed how people make fun of him

- And that enraged you, because Zantetsu always was the nicest person to them, so honest too

- That moment you decided to be friends with him and that was the best decision you made

- You always help him study so he won’t fail his exams (but even with your best effort he still barely passes at best)

- He actually has great music taste and you like to share headphones during breaks and listen to newest gems he found

- You always tell him that without glasses he is hot af, but he said he prefer to be “smart al” (as A Lot)

- Oh he always misuse all acronyms because he forgets what they mean

Speedster: Hey my fwb is coming to visit this week,so I cannot hang out with you on Saturday

Bestie: YOUR WHAT

Speedster: Father’s Wife’s Brother

Bestie: … you mean your uncle?

Speedster: Bbg

Bestie: ??? Since when you call me Bbg?

Speedster: but aren’t you my bbg

Bestie: what do you mean bbg means?

Speedster: Best Buddy Gorgeous?

Bestie: that doesn’t even make sense

Speedster: wait so what does that mean?

Speedster: halo

Speedster: okay I’ll Google it

Speedster: … I mean I was close

- He loves going to the arcade with you and he is actually amazimg in most of the games

- He is great with animals, they LOVE HIM

- You went to the Bunny Cafe once and they loved him

- The same in Raccoon Cafe, Cat Cafe and Pig Cafe

- You generally like to hang out in this kinds of spots, also you can see that Zantetsu feels great with animals because they don’t care if he is smart or not

- Whenever he finds any fun activity in town he asks you to go together

- In amusement parks he wears animal ears without shame because he knows he looks gorgeous

- He is afraid of haunted houses for sure, but if you have to go and you are more afraid, he will step up to “protect you” while his legs will shake

Raichi Jingo

- You are cousins, but also best friends since forever

- However you are so different

- Your main task is to be The Calm One and do not allow him to get into any fights

- Even if he is an actually really good guy, somehow everyone assume he is an aggressive delinquent with yakuza relations

- However he could really chill and not hit you in the back “friendly” everytime he says hello, because your back might snap soon

- Whenever you have any disagreement about anything he says WANNA BET???

- If it is about something that requires fact check, usually you win

- He is a huge picky eater so you usually eat all of the food he will not eat

- Which is… a lot of veggies, because Raichi is like a kid

- However if he likes something he can eats so much, no wonder he has so much stamina

- He loves american romcoms especially the cheesy ones, but if you tell it to anyone you are dead

- He is very blunt and sometimes doesn’t understand that he can hurt you by what he just said, but when he finally notice he will apologise sincerely and tell you that you can pick the movie to watch

- And then you choose horror just to mess with him because this guy is a coward when it comes to ghosts and exorcisms

- But he will own it and watch it as a punishment from behind a plushie (if you tell anyone you are dead 2)

- Actually really good at cooking???

- He always asks you to watch all of his games because he treats it like a good luck charm

- He is actually a soft bestie, but with rough exterior

- You totally once found his stash of dirty magazines and he got beetroot red (he is a boob guy)

- Because of that you sometimes tease him to just see him blush like a tsundere he is

By slowlyholypeanut please do not copy or change, give credit

After writing this I wanna make a full fic about Zantetsu x reader uhhhhh

#dividers by cafekitsune #bllk #blue lock #blue lock headcanons #aryu jyubei #tokimitsu aoshi #raichi jingo #tsurugi zantetsu #blue lock platonic #blue lock x reader #blue lock imagines #tokimitsu x reader #aryu x reader #zantetsu x reader #raichi x reader

231 notes · View notes

russellsppttemplates · 1 year ago

Text

Let me be there for you (Lance Stroll)

Your way of dealing with things makes Lance question if you are both on the same page

Note: english is not my first language. I never thought that a small blurb could lead to this, but I'm happy it did. Thank you to the people who sent in their ideas, and coincidence or not, some of them I already had in mind (some were tweaked a little), and they also go perfect with something I want to do for Lance and reader when they want to start a family, so hopefully soon I'll get to that!

Thank you so much to everyone who likes and reblogs, your feedback is appreciated �� and I'm taking requests so if you have any ideas or concepts you want to share, feel free to do so as I'll try to get to them the best I can!

my masterlist

Tw: mentions reader's period, a couple fight, hospital/exams, female fertility problems

"Would you be able to come here by the end of the week?", the lady asked over the phone, "this week is going to be difficult, I need to push a few things around to see if I can make it. Can I call you back once I know for sure?", you suggested back to her, "thank you for understanding. Have a nice day", you ended the call, sighing as you looked at the calendar app open on your laptop and, quite frankly, not seeing many available options for the appointment you were trying to book.

You were in the middle of changing things around when your boyfriend's text interrupted your chain of emails questioning if your schedule could be altered.

"Shoot, forgot that was today!", you cursed yourself for having forgotten that you had planned to have dinner with Lance at your place, now grateful that he had won the battle of who should be in charge of the food despite your previous insistence. The text could read that he was leaving his place to go to the take out place and then he would make his way to yours, which meant you had about forty fives minutes until he arrived.

Deciding that you'd leave the problem for tomorrow, at least until you knew for sure if you had the time, you switched off your laptop and moved to the living room, tidying it up a little and arranging the table so it was set when Lance arrived.

A knock on the door was enough to pull you out of your focus on the show playing on the TV, getting up to open it and allowing him inside, you waited until the paper bag was set on the table so you could cup his cheek and kiss his lips, "hello, sweetheart", he hummed as he separated your lips.

"Hi, handsome, how was your day?", you asked, helping him spread the food containers, "it was good, we did some testing on the latest developments of the car and some promotional videos, too. And yours? Is this a new table?", he said, "it was good. Oh yes, I got this on the weekend, the guys delivered it on Friday and I spent the whole weekend building it", you smiled, seeing Lance look at the plaster on your arm, "I had some trouble with one of the legs, but I got it under control", you explained, seeing his concerned expression, "you could've called for help", he noted, holding your hand as you sat down, "no need, I was able to complete it myself. Hopefully this doesn't fall all over though", you giggled, trying to soften his expression with a kiss on his cheek.

"Do you want to go to this weekend's race?", he asked, biting the food he gathered on the fork, "I don't think I can go, I'd love to, but I was only able to schedule an appointment for the weekend, and even that I'm trying to see if that works, but I'd love to go", you pouted, "I'll be watching from home, I promise", you cupped his cheek, rubbing the stubbly skin and smiling, "this one usually broadcasts early in the morning, like six or something", he nudged you, "then I'll just have to get a big mug of coffee to get me through".

"You said you had an appointment?", Lance recuperated the subject when you had finished tidying the plates, now sitting on the sofa enjoying eachother's presence, "yes, I have to go to a check-up, nothing major", you said, kissing his clothed chest.

Since Lance was leaving for Japan the next morning, you opted out to have dinner that his place, despite your insistence that you could do it at yours so he didn't have to worry about having a tidy kitchen and house, "I've told you I don't mind having to clean up, and I always love having you here, especially when you wear my clothes", he reasoned with you, feeling a bit cocky about how you had gone to his wardrobe and grab one of his hoodies because you were cold.

"Did you book the appointment?", Lance asked once you sat on his big sofa while he flickered through the channels, hoping to find something good for you to watch.

"I did, Friday afternoon they're going to do some exams", you subtly mentioned, "exams? I thought it was just a routine check-up", he wondered, now concerned about the situation. Truth was, he sometimes felt like he didn't get everything out of you. Like you'd tell him the basics of your life, almost in a way of not having him just about enough involved in it, but far way enough as well.

"They're doing some studies, but I don't think it's that big of a deal, it's about my period. Probably some bloodwork, they talked about a scan, but only if they think it's necessary", you mumbled, feeling Lance change his position so he could face you.

"Are you sure? I'd like to help in any way I can", he forwarded, "you know I want to be here as much as I can for you, you don't have to go through this alone, or do this alone, I'm here for you", he stated.

"I know, love. But I'm fine", you mumbled, "no need to worry, yeah?".

And it was like it broke then and there. "But I do worry, you know? I want to know things and do things for you, and you barely let me", he began and you allowed for him to continue, sensing that you needed to think about what to say, "it's like you don't want me to be involved in your life, like you don't want to rely on me, you don't want my help. And I'm all in Y/N", he said, rhe frustration clear in his face.

Being on your own for a while did that to a person. You'd grown protective of yourself and of your values, so you burst a lot bigger than intended, "what do you mean? I tell you about my things, and I have you in my life. And I love that, but I don't think I'm pushing you away", you reasoned back.

"You don't?", Lance snapped loudly enough to be heard but calm enough to still allow you to feel safe, "a while ago, you were busy juggling family matters and work matters, and I only found out after the problems were solved. Surely, I couldn't help with the problems themselves, but I could've helped you deal with their burden. Not even to build a table, Y/N. I'm sure I could've helped with that, and this appointment? I'm only finding out you're being examined because I asked. If you don't want me to know things, maybe we need to sort things", he gulped. He himself didn't like that option. He saw a future with you, so suggesting it came out of his mouth as quickly as he regretted saying it.

"I think you're being unreasonable, Lance", you stated. Was this the end of it all?

"We can't see eye to eye on this, can we?", he said, "I think we should think about this, with a clear head. I've already said things I don't mean in the slightest", your boyfriend suggested.

"I think it's a good idea, too", you gulped, getting up and grabbing your bag so you could leave.

You put on your shoes, lacing them carefully whilst feeling Lance's gaze on you, waiting desperately to hear the three words from him. Despite his opinion, you cared about him and wanted him in your life, so much so that at the beggining of your relationship you promised eachother that, no matter what, you'd never let the other go to sleep wondering if the other loved then. You could be mad or upset at eachother, but you had to know you loved eachother, so when he said "I love you", and looked at you, it made you feel a little bit better.

"I love you, Lance. Travel safe, okay?", you said, looking at him one last time before closing the door behind you.

The Buzzin Corner had been the first activity Lance got to do that got his mind off of what had happened, and for a bit he actually thought he had a good plan for when he came back, wanting to focus on his race first and then head home to you.

Sebastian had stopped by the Aston Martin hospitality, wanting to greet his old team when he saw Lance sitting in one of the sofas in the corner, "May I? You know being alone always makes your own thoughts louder", he smiled, sitting next to the number eighteen driver.

"Sure, it's probably for the best to be honest", Lance mumbled, "are you enjoying the weekend?", he asked, "it's different when I'm watching the cars race rather than racing myself", the German driver added simply, "it's a good thing I know a lot of people here. Just saw your sister too, and her husband. How is Y/N? I don't mean to be nosy, but I'm curious to know how she is", Sebastian asked Lance. He had met you in the last couple of races from the previous season, keeping you company a few times since you, too, preferred to stay in the hospitality rather than in the buzz of the paddock.

"She's back home, work has been keeping her busy and she had an appointment", Lance forwarded, thinking about telling him more. He and Sebastian had grown close, especially after being teammates, and he seemed to have a good marriage, so maybe he had some helpful insights about the situation. And the worst he could do was gossip about it with Mick, and even that he didn't think would be the case, so Lance figured it was okay.

"Actually, I've been meaning to talk to someone about this", he tried, seeing his previous teammate show no signs of not wanting to hear it, "Y/N, she's incredible, we've established that from the beggining. But I feel like she's not in this as much as I am?", Lance shrugged.

"What makes you think that?", Sebastian questioned, "it's like she doesn't want me to be there for her. Am I unreasonable to think that I should be involved in her life? She never asks for my help, and we had a fight about it before I travelled here", he gulped.

"I don't know her enough to answer from her side, nor do I want such meddling", Sebastian began, "But have you considered how it feels for her?", he pointed out, "I'm not taking any sides here, but I think it's important you see her side and she sees yours. Y/N is an incredibly intelligent woman, you know I said that to you after she visited us for the first race weekend", he smiled, recalling the many teasing comments of the German driver stating how he had definitely got lucky and of how whipped he looked for the young woman. "I don't think she would do anything to purposefully hurt you, I saw how much she cares about you. Maybe her love language is not the same as yours. I remember me and Hanna also had to work around them", he finished.

"I really don't want to lose her, you know?", Lance admitted. He saw a future with you. Whenever he thought about being married or having a family, or even growing old, he had you by his side. Despite knowing you wouldn't want a celebration like his sister had for her wedding, only because it wasn't your thing, but he couldn't help himself but think of how it would be for you. To see you in a dress and celebrate your love in front of the people you cared about most, to dance around and, most importantly, to spend the rest of his days with. "I don't want to throw the towell, but it's difficult to navigate this, and I don't want to say anything that would hurt her. When we talked about it, I already said things I didn't mean", Lance added, looking up at Sebastian, "make sure you talk it out like grown adults. No offensive words thrown around, because that will do you no good. If you're really in love with eachother, you find compromises and discuss them, see where one or the other bends, with balance, of course", the older driver advised, patting his back, "I hope everything goes well with you two, she's an incredible young woman", he smiled.

"Thanks, Sebastian", Lance smiled, too, now wanting the weekend to be over so he could talk to you.

Hi, love. I'm sorry your race got cut short but a technical issue. I hope you all have a safe travel home.

Also, I'm going to be home for the next few days because I had a small exam (I'm fine, by the way, just a little crampy), so if you want to drop by so we can talk, let me know, okay? I love you.

Those two texts on his phone warmed his heart slightly. He was gutted that he didn't get to finish the race, but still comforted by the fact that you had been watching and supporting him.

"Smiling about your lover, little brother?", Chloe asked, sitting in front of him. The family was flying back home together and everyone seemed to be either working or asleep, so Lance had the options to either talk to his sister or do what the others were doing.

"Yes, she just texted", he smiled faintly, his eyes not budging the part where you mentioned you'd be home, surely because it was medically prescribed given the exam you had. "She had an appointment today and she's saying she's done with the examination they did", he said.

"Oh, bless her. Is it because of her periods? She was telling me about it the last time we visited and she was very uncomfortable", Chloe thought out loud, "I've never had them, but some of my friends have had them and some of them are hard-core. Hopefully she can manage the pain and hopefully not need surgery", she finished, taking a sip from her drink and not notice how her brother's face had turned into worry.

Pain? Surgery? What was she on about? You mentioned some blood work, scans if they saw fit. But maybe you had a reason behind not telling him, so until then, he was going to work with the information he had.

Lance was up bright and early given the jetlag, thinking he would just get his day going before dropping by to your place. When he arrived the day before, he only had the energy to send you a text that he was home before he found the energy to shower and go to sleep, hoping to visit you today.

After his workout and another shower, he got ready and ate breakfast, taking his car keys out of the decorative bowl they lived in before making his way out of the door.

Driving to your place, he rehearsed the words and ideas he wanted to say. Now, he understood the importance of hearing your side of the story, because while he felt frustrated and a little hurt, he knew you were most likely not doing it on purpose, so there had to be another reason behind it.

Sending you a quick text and getting a positive reply back, he made his way to your place, parking his car and heading up to knock on your door.

"May I?", he wondered when you opened the door, getting inside and taking his shoes off before he kissed your forehead, heading with you silently to the living room.

"This is where I've been spending my days, so that's why there's pillows and blankets everywhere", you blushed, sitting yourself in a comfortable position so Lance could sit next to you, "we're here to talk, so do you mind if I start?", you asked, earning his nod.

Letting out a big breath, you looked at your boyfriend's brown eyes, "I've been on my own for a while, so I had to learn how to do things on my own. My parents always made sure I was raised as an independent woman because that gave me a feel of self security and some self confidence", you explained, "and so, for me, asking someone for help or accepting is not as easy as it is for some".

"But is that because you don't trust me to help you? Or that you don't want my help?", Lance asked softly, starting to understand where you were coming from.

"No, not like that. I trust you completely. And when I choose to not ask for help, it was never with the intention of hiding it all from you in a malicious way... I guess I'm just doing things like I was wired to do, and because of that I couldn't understand why you were so upset and mad about it", you breathed out, finally letting it all out.

"Then, maybe you can trust me enough to let me help? I understand where you're coming from now, but I promise I'm only have good intentions, and I want to be here for you. You don't have to deal with things on your own all the time", he brushed some hairs behind your ear.

"I didn't want to seem distant. It's just, I've been like this my whole life, and I never wanted to be overbearing. It's jus how I do stuff, but I'll make an effort to be better. Can't say it will be easy and linear, but we'll talk along the way, yes?", you added.

"Exactly. So, what are these exams?", he asked, holding your hand in his, rubbing the soft skin with his fingers, "I've always had pretty painful cycles, you know that. And because of that, my doctor thought it was best for me to get some further tests just to make sure things are working as they should. This time it was just a blood sample and the did a scan of my belly, and next week I have a smear booked which depends on what the other tests' results say when they come back", you gulped, "they're worried about some conditions, and fertility and all of that, so they think it's best if they catch it early", you shrugged your shoulders.

"Why didn't you tell me?", he asked, "Well, we established I'm not the best at asking for help, am I?", you blushed, "it's a lot for someone to take in. They keep saying that it could be nothing or that it could be something big, we just have to wait and see. And you've been in hospital recently in far worse shape, I didn't want to burden you", you said, earning a shake from his head, "I want to he here for you as much as possible in this, if you'll let me, please. Wether it's just bloodwork of a full body scan. I don't care if they're poking you with needles or some sort of exam, I want to be there because I care about you. You could never be a burden for me, and in matters like this, I'm not letting you walk through it alone, no matter what happens, okay?", Lance checked, earning a nod, "I need words, sweetheart", he teased, "yes, I'll tell you", you smiled, cupping his cheeks so you could press your lips in his.

"And we'll talk to eachother whenever we feel like we're not being understood. I don't care what it is about, we talk about it. You want me out of your hair? Okay. I need you to let me help you put on a sock? Let's do it!", he chuckled, making you smile too, "I want you for the long run, so I'm willing to make this work for the best if you are, too", he kissed your forehead, "we have a deal?".

Smiling, you pecked his lips a few times, "we have a deal. Thank you for being so understanding", you blushed, nuzzling your face in his chest, "now, I'm just going to get you a hot water bottle, your meds, and then we'll get comfortable enough to watch this show".

#lance stroll imagine #lance stroll x reader #lance stroll fluff #lance stroll fic #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #f1 fanfic

225 notes · View notes

pepperonijem · 2 years ago

Text

vi. silly things & sensible people || all my love

"Silly things do cease to be silly if they are done by sensible people in an impudent way." - Emma; Jane Austen

Summary: sometimes all anyone needs is a gentle nudge in the right direction Pairing: high school!bucky x f!reader Warnings: food mentions Word Count: 3.1k A/N: we all need a friend like wanda <3 || sorry for the delay! I had a job interview this week that I spent all weekend prepping for... i passed! (i'm moving to korea this summer lol)

previous chapter || back to library || next chapter

Wanda opened her notes app and started a new note, titling it with the date and began her weekly letter to her pen pal, wanting to update them on her life... or mostly her best friend's life.

You will NEVER guess what’s been happening this semester. Did you guess? Well whatever you guessed is probably wrong… unless you guessed that my best friend just confessed to her crush without TELLING me about it first.

It was absolutely insane, I was getting out of class and on my way to find her and Steve for lunch when I saw a HUGE crowd by Steve’s class and right at the center of it all was Bucky Barnes and the only girl crazy enough to give him a handwritten note in the middle of passing period. I only saw the end of it, but it was… brutal. I’ve known Bucky long enough to know he isn’t the friendliest person out there but even for him… it made me so upset. He didn’t even take her card, can you believe it?

Honestly, this whole time I didn’t realize she actually liked him enough to confess to him. I always thought it was a passing crush, but I guess I was wrong. She was pretty badass for that. But obviously Steve didn’t think so. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him look so dejected. I wonder if he’ll ever work himself up to do the same thing.

OH. But the craziest part is that a week after she confessed to him, she ended up moving into his house. Turns out her dad and Bucky’s dad were college besties. Isn’t that insane? It’s just like this anime Natasha made me watch with her once. We were in tears the whole time but uh, that’s a story for another day. Or a story for never. She swore me to secrecy after that night.

We actually didn’t realize that she had moved in with him until after the big exam we took when Bucky stormed in and she handed him a picture of the two of them asleep together at the dining table.

Then that night, she ended up spraining her ankle and Bucky had to take her home so he didn’t get to go to IHOP with us. Sad for him, that was a fun night. Not for Steve… again. By the end of the night he was crying to Sam’s rendition of an ABBA song and chugging down strawberry milkshakes. He’s lactose intolerant and he slept over at my house that night. So… not much fun for me either. I–

“Wanda, get off your damn phone and help us move the couch.” Wanda looked up from her notes app to see Natasha, Tony and Scott waiting for her to grab onto the fourth corner of the loveseat.

“Sorry, sorry,” Wanda apologized before rushing to help them move the couch to the opposite end of the room. “Why are we doing this again?”

Natasha let out a grunt as they dropped the couch ungracefully onto the floor. “Scott thought it would be cool to have a pillow fort.”

“We’re doing this for a pillow fort?” Tony asked in shock. “I thought Scott’s mom just wanted us to redecorate.”

“Tony, why would his mom want both of the couches facing the walls on opposite ends of the room?” Natasha asked with a roll of her eyes. Tony shrugged his shoulders and plopped himself down on the couch.

Natasha dropped down beside him with a sigh. “When is everyone else gonna get here?” she asked.

“Well Steve had to pick up Sam, but he should be here soon.” Wanda looked down at her watch at the time to compare it against the ETA Steve had sent earlier.

Tony checked his phone as he leaned over the back of one couch. “Rhodey just texted. He just parked outside.”

“What about Bucky?” Scott asked.

Natasha shrugged as the doorbell rang and Wanda went to answer it, letting Rhodey in. “Sorry, I had to pick up the kid,” Peter walked into the kitchen with a proud grin as Rhodey rolled his eyes.

“Yeah but we brought food,” Peter exclaimed as he placed a brown paper bag on the kitchen counter.

“You brought your Chipotle,” Rhodey clarified as he walked to the fridge to grab himself a bottle of water.

Scott laughed and shook his head as he took the bag and handed it to Rhodey to stick in the fridge. “Did you guys happen to get Bucky too?”

Rhodey shook his head in response. “I offered him a ride, but he said he had plans.”

“Plans?” Scott echoed. “We are his plans. He’s never missed a board game night.” Wanda could hear the pout in his voice.

“He didn’t give me any details but I think it has to do with his roomie.” Rhodey commented, checking through his text messages to see if he left any details out. “He said he’ll be busy all day.”

“His roomie, huh?” Tony repeated with a raised eyebrow. “Have you guys noticed he’s been weird lately?”

“Yeah,” Natasha replied. “Last week I asked him if he liked her–”

Before Natasha could continue, Tony walked toward the group gathered by the island, eager to join the gossip. “Yes!” He exclaimed. “Bucky always sends these weird memes that no one gets exam days, but last week, we had a literature exam and guess what?”

“What?” Rhodey asked flatly. Natasha nudged him in response, reminding him to be polite.

“He didn’t send anything,” Tony noted. “When I asked him what happened, he told me he was up the night before studying… but Bucky never studies for literature exams because he’s a nerd who already read the books.”

Before anyone could say anything else, the doorbell rang and in came Steve and Sam. “Hey,” Sam greeted. “What did we miss? We bought drinks.”

Wanda looked over at Natasha as Steve walked in, silently begging her not to finish her sentence from earlier around Steve. Natasha gave her a subtle nod as she attempted to shift the attention to the newcomers.

“Where’s the rest?” Natasha asked as Sam set down his drink on the counter while Steve found a spot beside Wanda.

“Oh,” Sam replied. “I meant we stopped over to buy ourselves drinks from Starbucks. That’s why we’re late.”

“Remind me to start being more specific when I tell you guys to bring things,” Scott replied with a chuckle, shaking his head. “Anyway, what else were you saying, Tony?”

Tony thought for a second, remembering his train of thought. “Right, so I did some more investigating,” he continued. “And when we were getting into groups for our Shakespeare analysis – I swear I’ve never seen him move this fast, not even at a football game – I saw him join his roomie’s group. He even smiled when she waved at him. I’ve never seen him smile at anyone.”

“He’s not exaggerating,” Natasha confirmed with an eager nod of her head. “I didn’t even realize they were friends, but it seems like lately they’ve been besties or something. Isn’t she supposed to be your best friend, Steve?”

Steve put his hands up in defense before speaking, his voice just a little too loud and too high to sound calm and collected. “She can do whatever she wants,” he said.

Although the other boys couldn’t tell, Wanda knew Steve didn’t fully believe the spite in his own words. So coming to her friend’s defense, she joined in. “Yeah, but isn’t Bucky yours?” She asked Natasha, turning the question back to her.

“Chill out,” Natasha shrugged her shoulders. “I was just curious to see if you guys knew anything else.”

“We don’t,” Steve said flatly. “Are we going to play or what?” Natasha and Wanda shared a look, realizing that Steve was feeling a lot more than he was willing to let on, so they accepted his change of subject. The others rushed into the living room as Wanda and Steve stayed behind.

Wanda watched as Steve leaned against the counter, pushing his forehead into his palms as he let out a sigh. Wanda stood beside him facing the opposite way, her elbows leaning against the countertop. Her heart felt heavy at the sight of her distraught best friend.

“Steve,” Wanda began gently but firmly. Steve shook his head, already knowing where this conversation was headed. “Salad. Now.”

Steve let out another sigh, running a hand through his golden hair, and Wanda wasn’t sure if he would answer her, but after a beat, he finally lifted his head. “Lettuce… I’m sad. Chicken… I’m mad. Mostly at myself,” he confessed.

“Why?” Wanda asked quietly.

“For never being brave enough to say anything,” He admitted to Wanda, hanging his head. “It’s just… we have something so good and I didn’t want to lose that. But sometimes…” he trailed off.

“Sometimes what?” Wanda pushed.

“It’s just,” Steve sighed. “Do you remember that time in the eighth grade when the three of us got in that huge fight?”

Wanda let out a dry laugh. “The one where you thought the two of us were dating behind your back because we went to a movie together?”

Steve grew a small but sad smile. “Not just any movie,” he clarified. “You watched The Hunger Games without me. It was my favorite book.”

Wanda nudged him playfully. “Steve, you had the flu,” she reminded him. “We wanted to take you but your mom said if she found out you snuck out and we got the flu from you she would stop making us that sponge cake we like. That would’ve been the end of our 14-year old lives.”

Steve let out a chuckle as he nodded at the memory. “I know,” he continued. “But for a week after that, I felt so left out. Like suddenly you were her best friend and she was yours, and I was the odd one out.”

“Is that why you ghosted us for a whole month?” Wanda asked, eyes wide with surprise as Steve nodded in shame.

“It was dumb, I know,” he cringed at the memories of that time. “But I think I was jealous. Of you.”

Wanda snorted a laugh at his comment. “Of me? Oh buddy,” she laughed as she pat Steve on the shoulder.

“I know, I know,” Steve ran his hand through his hair again. “But anyway, I think that’s kind of how I feel right now. Like she’s everything to me… but I’m not to her. And it’s not like she owes me anything… I think I just keep thinking, what could I have done differently?”

Wanda thought through her next words carefully, letting silence rest between the two of them. Well, silence was relative. The others were in the next room arguing about whether or not it was fair to let Peter choose to be Colonel Mustard when he doesn’t know how to play Clue.

“I can’t say I know what you’re feeling,” Wanda began. “But for me, I think that when I start focusing on things like that, my mind gets stormy. I stop seeing things clearly, and I start doubting myself and the way I fit into my friendships. But then you two always remind me that’s not real. What is real is that I would give everything for the two of you, and if I needed it, both of you would do the same for me. It’s one of the most stable truths of the universe.

At the same time, I also know that both of you would want me to be happy, and to choose what makes me happy. The same thing I would do for you. And I will always help you to figure out what that is when you can’t see it, like you do for me. When I remember that, the skies clear a little, and I see the sunshine again. I see you guys.”

Wanda turned to Steve, who wiped at a tear forming in the corner of his eye. She gave him a gentle pat on the back and turned to leave him to his own thoughts for a bit.

Honestly, she was a bit surprised at her own wisdom. She wasn’t usually the friend people came to for advice, but maybe they should start, she thought. She hoped her words got through to Steve, as seeing her best friend hurting was weighing heavily on her as well. She was, however, very excited to tell her pen pal about this situation.

After she made her way into the living room, Natasha moved to sit beside her on the couch, now turned to face the television. “Is he okay?” she asked, nodding towards the kitchen where Steve still stood by himself.

“Yeah, he’s just raiding the leftovers,” Wanda joked. She was lying, but she felt that Steve wouldn’t want to explain to everyone else what had him so emotional.

Natasha nodded, not fully believing her words, but accepting them nonetheless. “Do you wanna play the next round?” She asked instead.

“Nah,” Wanda pulled out her phone. “I have to work on my letter.”

“Oh to your pen pal right?” Natasha asked. “I can’t believe you’ve been writing to each other since middle school. Why don’t you just ask for his number?” She attempted to look over Wanda’s hands to see what she was writing down.

“Yeah, ask for his number and invite her to the winter formal,” Sam chimed in. “Unless he’s catfishing you.” The group laughed and Wanda laughed along.

“Yeah, yeah,” she rolled her eyes and continued typing in her note from earlier, updating her letter with the most recent events. However she didn’t get very far before she got a call from Bucky. “Bucky’s calling me?” She asked aloud in surprise.

“Answer him!” They all called in unison, as they looked away from the game to flock towards Wanda, even Steve, who walked in from the kitchen. Wanda looked over to him and he responded with a small smile and a nod, encouraging her to answer the phone.

“Wanda,” Bucky’s voice filled the room from Wanda’s phone speaker. “I need your help.” The group gathered around Wanda all looked at her with wide eyes as they tried to contain their curiosity. However it was Scott who couldn’t hide his gasp, even as Sam slapped his hand over his mouth.

“Hey guys,” Bucky sighed. “Sorry I couldn’t make it but I really need to borrow Wanda for a second.”

Wanda chuckled as she watched the group disperse with disappointed looks and resume playing their game. She walked back over to the kitchen, and Steve headed for the living room to give her privacy.

“What’s up Buck?” Wanda asked when she was finally alone.

“Uh,” Bucky sounded like he was thinking about what to say. “How do you feel about a road trip?”

Wanda couldn’t hide her surprise at the question. “Road trip?” She repeated.

“I can give you the details later,” Bucky said. “But just tell me you’ll come with me.”

“When?” Wanda questioned. “And why me?”

“Tonight. Right now even,” He sounded panicked and Wanda was beginning to feel the same. “I called you because Natasha already said no.” As if on cue, Natasha had popped her head into the kitchen and Wanda waved her over.

“Nat,” Wanda began. “Why the hell is Bucky asking me to go on a road trip with him right now?”

Natasha let out a chuckle. “Just hear the poor boy out,” she suggested as Wanda looked at her suspiciously.

“I need to pick up your friend’s dad,” Bucky explained. “Long story short, she was upset he couldn’t make it to the awards, so I reached out to him and basically now he agreed to be here for one night, and his flight is landing soon and the airport is over an hour away and I don’t want to drive alone, but I can’t bring her with me because it’s a surprise and –”

“Woah,” Wanda stopped his rambling with a chuckle. “Long story long, more like.” She looked back at Natasha who raised her eyebrow as if to say See now? Wanda nodded back to her as she let out a hum of thought before an idea popped in her head.

“I’ll come,” Wanda said with a mischievous smile that was hidden by her gentle voice. Bucky let out a sigh of relief, and Wanda could hear his shoulders relax. “But you have to come pick me up from Scott’s house, since I left my car at home.”

“Sure, yeah,” Bucky agreed desperately to her condition. “Thank you so much.”

Twenty minutes later, when the doorbell rang, Wanda almost felt guilty for what she was about to do. But when she thought about it some more, she reminded himself of what she told Bucky just earlier, and her conscience clears just in time for her to open the door to see a panicked Bucky, dressed in sweatpants, a hoodie, and mismatched socks.

Someone will thank me later, she thinks to herself as she pretends to double over in pain. “Wanda?” Bucky asked in concern. “Are you okay?”

“I ate someone’s leftovers,” she pretended to let out a grunt of pain. “And it’s really not agreeing with me,” she cursed under her breath. “I’m so sorry, but I don’t think I can come with you.” She apologized.

“No, no,” Bucky dismissed her. “It’s fine, don’t worry about it.” He walked in and shut the door, leading Wanda to sit down at the dining table as Natasha walked over with a medicine tablet and a glass of water.

“Here,” she handed them to Wanda. “Don’t worry Bucky, we’ll find someone to fill in.” Before Bucky could protest, Natasha had walked to the living room and came back with a confused and annoyed looking Steve.

“Steve said he’d be glad to go with you,” Natasha beamed. He very much did not look like he was glad to go with Bucky.

“Uh…” Steve began before Natasha nudged him from behind. “Yep, yeah, I’d be happy to… sit in a car with you for an hour and a half… to pick up my best friend’s dad…”

Bucky opened his mouth to argue, but after looking down to see the time, his eyes widened in worry. “Okay, perfect,” he said instead. “Let’s go before we’re late. Bye you guys, tell the guys I said hey.” and he grabbed Steve’s wrist and headed out the door.

Wanda and Natasha followed behind them, Wanda now forgetting about her act and leaning against the post on the front steps.

“Do you think they’ll hate us?” Wanda asked Natasha as they watched the two boys get into Bucky’s car from the front porch.

“Oh absolutely. For a month at least.”

#Bucky Barnes #Sebastian Stan #Bucky barnes fluff #sebastian stan fluff #sebastian stan angst #sebastian stan smut #sebastian stan fic #sebastian stan headcanon #sebastian stan x reader #James Buchanan Barnes #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes smut

84 notes · View notes

jeongyunhoed · 7 months ago

Text

As seen on my FF.net Also seen on my Ao3

Following the events of fifth year, a new adventure awaits for Norah Lee. Boys, exams, school events, common room parties, and old foes outside of Hogwarts. Even battling pensieve guardians was easier than this.

Main Pair: OC/? Genre: Adventure/Angst/Fluff (it's a little of everything, tbh)

KEEP IN MIND: Characters are aged up (even if the story's got them in sixth year) to make it more appropriate. Time period is leaning towards the modern day so in case you might find anachronisms in the dialogue or references, this is why. This may also be quite a lengthy fic too.

BE WARNED: Social anxiety, mentions of blood and injury, grief, drinking, kissing but nothing more than that, death (this is Hogwarts Legacy, after all)

P.P.S: Ominis basically reveals he likes Norah...to Sebastian. Also, ideas are forming after the repository is rebuilt.

Masterlist

Chapter 12

Unsurprisingly, the party ended with many of them in for a hangover as the morning came. Garreth took it upon himself to send everyone back to their respective common rooms with vials of hangover tonic. Norah immediately sought to drink hers on the way back, having thoroughly enjoyed herself. Not bad for a first house party in sixth year.

She saw Natty bid Henry a goodnight before leaving the portrait hole, while Andrew and Poppy walked together. No doubt Andrew was going to walk Poppy back to the Hufflepuff common room before he returned to Ravenclaw tower. Amit and Samantha were conveniently walking back together. At least they originally were, because it seemed like they weren't anymore. Amit even looked quite somber, a change from his optimistic demeanor earlier when they first arrived. Samantha also looked quite crestfallen, opting to walk back to their dormitory with their other housemates.

Norah figured she'd try to ask Amit about it when they looked for another astronomy table later that night. She turned to the two boys walking next to her, having also drank the tonic before leaving.

"I can't believe I nearly tried to climb that mantel," Ominis mumbled next to Norah as they climbed down the stairs to the Slytherin dungeons. "I can feel Nellie looking at me like I became some sort of three-headed serpent."

"That's because it's not everyday that someone of your stature would do such a thing unless it were to avoid spiders or other creepy things," Norah teased, while Sebastian chuckled at the memory. "I wonder what else might happen when the Hufflepuffs host the next one."

"Who knew Ominis Gaunt has become such a party animal," Sebastian added.

"Shut up" The blonde mumbled.

The three of them entered the common room, splitting up for a moment to shower and change for bed. Norah dried her hair with a towel, already wearing a t-shirt and pajama pants as she sat on the edge of her bed. Nerida, Grace, and Imelda were already deep asleep. She smiled to herself as she recalled the events earlier, especially when she realized who "Nick" was.

It was making her think about the letters he sent, making her guess who he was. It was something she forgot to talk to him about, since they, or she, in particular, was caught up in dancing with Garreth and everyone in the middle of the Gryffindor common room. What was with the poems? The compliments in those poems, in particular? Norah chuckled, sitting back against the headboard of her bed, legs already covered by the emerald green blankets.

She glanced at the door, wondering if any of them were still awake at this hour. They were going to have quite a time processing everything that happened in the party.

As Norah slid further into the covers to close her eyes and sleep, Ominis Gaunt was tossing and turning in his own bed. He was already trying to process his near-attempt at climbing on the mantel. While at the same time mentally kicking himself for not trying to spend more time with Norah, or at the very least dance with her, which she seemed to do the whole night.

"Go to sleep," Sebastian suddenly said.

"I'm trying to, Sebastian, take your own advice."

"I am trying to" the freckled brunette said from his own bed. Sebastian was staring at the ceiling, unknowingly thinking about the same thing the blonde was thinking. "Ominis, can I ask you something?"

"I thought you said you were trying to sleep."

"Well, now I'm wide awake and curious about something," Sebastian said quietly. "Did you summon Norah because you wanted to get ahead of Garreth and Leander?"

The question seemed to take Ominis by surprise. Was Sebastian already suspecting something about this? There seemed to be only one way to answer, and he knew he couldn't lie to him. "Yes."

"Why?"

There it was, another question that felt like a shot through the heart. "What do you mean, why?"

"Why Norah?" Sebastian doubled down. "You could've summoned Imelda, Nerida, or even Grace, or Adelaide Oakes. Why her in particular?"

Ominis swallowed hard. "Why not her?"

Sebastian rolled his eyes. "You're avoiding the question. Why Norah?" He pressed again. He knew that if he asked in the morning, Ominis really wouldn't tell him anything.

"What's wrong with me summoning Norah?"

"I don't know, you tell me, Gaunt," Sebastian replied. "Those letters you sent her, with those poems and riddles. Natty saying that the one who wrote those must be absolutely crazy about her."

Another shot in the heart. Sebastian's got him cornered, he thought. "What would you rather I'd have written? Hey Norah, you really ought to be careful whenever you attack a poacher camp?" Ominis managed to say, but what Sebastian asked next seemed to be the final nail in the coffin.

"You like Norah, don't you?"

Sebastian felt like he was about to throw up after bringing himself to ask it. It was a hard question to ask, and while he normally never steered clear from those kinds of questions, it seemed to hit him twice as hard now. To Sebastian, the worst part of this was that he already knew the answer, he just wanted Ominis to confirm his suspicions.

"Doesn't everyone fancy Norah?" Ominis replied.

That was also another thing that was true, Sebastian knew it. He was convinced Norah didn't know the effect she had on people, how she could win them over with genuine kindness. Even those who weren't sure about her seemed to warm up eventually. The wit she possessed could rival a Ravenclaw, and he needn't talk about how brave she could be as it was a given. "Does that mean you fancy her?" He asked.

This time, a small sigh escaped Ominis' lips. "I do, Sebastian. I...like Norah. It's why I've been writing to Anne a lot. I've been asking for her advice all this time. I've never felt this way about anyone, and I didn't think I could," The words seemed to come out as if the floodgates had opened.

Sebastian tried to wrap his head around what Ominis said, partly not wanting to believe any of it. Partly trying to convince himself that Ominis was just playing a practical joke. That Ominis would never try to have feelings, romantic feelings for the girl he also liked that much. But he also knew that he wanted Ominis to stop feeling so guilty, and feeling so hard on himself for what he was forced to do as a child.

"Since when have you had feelings for her?" He said.

"Since fifth year. When we looked for the Scriptorium together," Ominis revealed. "How else could she have convinced me to go through with it? At first I didn't think it was that way, but the more we talked, the more I got to know her, I realized it."

There it was. What was going to happen now? Sebastian now knew of Ominis' affections for Norah. Was he going to stand in the way so he could be with Norah instead? Or would he do the hard thing and let Ominis be the one to actually pursue her. Between the two of them, Ominis was the more cautious one, the more responsible one, the one least likely to become reckless in his decisions. No doubt Ominis would be perfect for Norah.

"So, that was when you liked Norah, huh?" Sebastian tried to sound nonchalant.

"Y-yes, so please don't tell her anything. If she asks about the letters, I'm going to say that it was all to disguise myself, to make it harder for her to know it was me," He replied, now lying on his back, his heart pounding at his own confession. "I also know I don't deserve her."

Sebastian didn't want to pry any longer. Sooner or later, he'd have to reveal to Ominis that he, Sebastian Sallow, also had feelings for Norah Lee. But, for his attempts at trying to swallow his own feelings, Ominis could still tell.

"Do you think you deserve her, Sebastian?"

Norah sat in the middle of the map chamber the following afternoon, the book open in front of her as she tried to study the contents. She wondered how Professor Fig and Miriam came to this, how they started their research on ancient magic. There must have been more notes than just the book in front of her. She looked up at the giant panels that made up one side of the chamber. The panels that were the portraits of the four keepers whose trials she overcame.

Those portraits remained empty. Perhaps for good reason, but perhaps for a very long time. Isidora's vacant portrait also remained that way in the Undercroft. After all, it took centuries until a new keeper came in. It might take just as long next time.

In a ledger, Norah wrote down everything she remembered from all the pensieves in fifth year. Isidora wanted to take away her father's pain from losing her brother, his son. Professor Rackham advised her against it when she was a student. Isidora was still set on figuring out how to harness this magic to take away pain, pain of an emotional kind. She would commission the goblin Bragbor to build a repository to store the strands of pain and emotion she took from her father, from others. Even Isidora knew that in the wrong hands, this would lead to disastrous consequences.

Norah wanted to learn more about it all. What kind of spell did Isidora cast on those people, including her father.

That wave of intense sadness and emotion came over her again and she closed her eyes as she tried to keep her composure. The book in front of her couldn't afford to be stained with tears if it went that far. To Norah, it was starting to feel like she was going to burst at any minute. She felt fragile, volatile, unsure. One wrong move, and Norah felt like someone or something would get hurt.

Norah wondered about Bragbor's journals. Lodgok was about to bring her one of them, the one Ranrok never should've gotten. The feeling came again, this time stronger. She wondered how much longer could she hold onto this power. She needed some kind of anchor, something that could help her focus this magic onto, a way to channel it.

And then, she realized, it might be the time to do it. Taking out a roll of parchment, she wrote to Professor Weasley, telling her that it might now be the time to return to the caverns. To that extent, she would have to tell someone else too. When Starlight came in, she tied the letter to her leg and fed her a little treat before she flew away.

Closing the book, Norah wrote another letter. This time, it was to Deek, telling him what to do in case something happened. If she ever died while rebuilding the repository, she would entrust the care of the beasts, including his Lordship the graphorn, to Poppy. Her own supply of potions would be entrusted to Garreth and Ominis. Herodiana's ensemble would be given to Sophronia Franklin, and the historian's uniform from the portrait would go to Arthur Plummly. As for the robes she found in the house chest, Norah figured Grace would be able to take care of it.

It seemed unusual for her to already think about what might happen if things went wrong. But with everything that's happened to her so far, it wouldn't be too surprising if it happened now. Amit would get his telescope back, and as for Sebastian? The book she had in front of her alone would be enough of a gift. Imelda would get her brooms, as will Everett Clopton.

But what about Ominis? It made her think of the letters again. Ominis disguising himself as "Nick," telling her how brave she was, how witty she was, wanting to go to the Yule Ball together. Did he mean anything by that?

Norah tore up the letter she thought of giving Deek. It might be too pessimistic of her to even think that she wouldn't survive, not when she was going to be around Professor Weasley, one of the teachers she trusted the most. A quick evanesco later, she wrote a note to Sebastian and Ominis, telling them that it was time for her to rebuild the repository.

"Ah, Miss Lee, you're already here. I got your owl"

Norah immediately stood up when Professor Weasley herself appeared, having come down from the stairs and entering through the doors. "Yes, Professor," She said. "I'm ready to rebuild the repository."

Professor Weasley nodded. "Well then, no time like the present. But before we go, I'd want to ask you if you're absolutely sure you'd want to go through with this."

"I am, Professor, I'm sure I'd want to."

"In that case, if Hogwarts is to be the location of this repository, then I think we might need some help from your other professors, mightn't we?"

All of a sudden, the figures of Professor Sharp, Hecat, and Ronen appeared through the doors. "We all got your message. It might be a good time to reinforce the school's defensive charms further underground anyway. If what happened last year was any indication," Professor Ronen nodded.

"I couldn't have said it better myself," Professor Hecat agreed.

Norah felt a little overwhelmed, nodding as she tried to shake off the feeling. It seemed like the first time she accepted help from people who weren't her friends. Then again, it seemed like the perfect situation, to have the people who taught her the most, be the ones to assist in rebuilding the store of ancient magic.

"We're here! We're here!" The voices of Natty, Amit, Poppy, Sebastian, and Ominis were soon heard, the five of them skidding to a halt when they saw the professors standing in front of them.

"The more the merrier, it seems, and they're all taking NEWT Defense Against the Dark Arts too," Professor Hecat smiled.

Norah looked over at her friends, who were giving her an encouraging look. Yet she could see a hint of concern on Ominis' features. She turned around and took out the special wand, made from the pensieve artifacts she collected. The tip of the wand began to emit a bright light, and the floor in front of them lowered to reveal a set of stairs and the door leading to the caverns.

"This will never cease to amaze me," Sebastian muttered.

"Well then, I believe it's a long way down," Professor Sharp spoke this time.

It indeed was a long way down for the entire group, entering the keepers' caverns and seeing the remains of the war that took place the year before. Skeletons here, broken goblin drills there, and some piles of debris that crushed trolls and other loyalists. Norah made sure to lead the way, with Professor Hecat and Professor Sharp standing by her, while Professors Weasley and Ronen were keeping watch over her friends, who tagged along.

After several transfigurations of pillars and pathways, they had arrived at the doorway, guarded by two giant pensive soldiers. Norah kept the tip of the wand held up, and the two soldiers tapped the ground with their swords, opening the doors once again.

There they could see what was once where the repository was. Even Ominis sensed the gravity of what they were about to do, and the scale of the entire place he was in. They carefully walked past the doors, some more transfiguring to turn the path they were walking down upon into another set of stairs. Interestingly, they even managed to replicate the transfiguration styles of the keepers, the ornate, blue marbling of the doors and pillars.

Norah put the wand away, and took out her own. "We will try our best to help keep the rocks from falling through," the three professors suggested, taking their places around Norah, while Professor Weasley did the same.

"Perhaps, we only need to transfigure this cavern itself, make it look similar to the map chamber," Professor Ronen suggested. "Generations from now, someone with the same gift as Miss Lee might have a better chance of accessing it without the danger of falling through, yes?"

"That's a good idea," Professor Weasley said. She turned to Norah. "Are you ready, Miss Lee?"

Norah nodded. "I am, Professor."

She closed her eyes, and pointed her wand upwards, already feeling the power, the strands of emotion and pain being willed to leave her. Norah kept her eyes closed as she tried to focus, tried to channel everything that she was also feeling. The grief, the guilt, the anxiety, using these emotions to guide her into willing the magic that she once took in, out into the open.

A strong jet of light soon emanated from her wand, and while she felt that power leaving her, she could also feel her body starting to get drained.

"For...Professor Fig..." Norah groaned, the huge ball of power soon forming above her. "For...Lodgok..."

"Keep going, Norah!" Natty suddenly cheered. "Keep going!"

"For...Mr. Osric..." Norah could feel her eyes welling with tears as she kept going. "For...Miriam..."

The familiar rune symbol that she once saw began to appear, this time made of stone. It was as if it was also forming to cover the giant entity of magic she was putting out. "For...everyone whom Isidora Morganach took their emotions from..."

A flash of blinding light soon came after.

The next thing Norah knew, she wasn't in the caverns anymore. She was in the hospital wing, being tended to by Nurse Blainey. Deek was also looking over her, alongside Ominis, Sebastian, Natty, Poppy, and Amit. All of them were gathered around her bed, with Ominis sitting down by her side.

"You're finally awake!" Natty said, sitting up from the chair next to Ominis.

This made the blonde tilt his head in Norah's direction. "How are you feeling?" He asked.

"I'm... feeling alright, I guess," Norah replied. "What happened to me?"

"You passed out, collapsed just after you were done," Amit replied quietly. "Your hands had that glow we saw on those loyalists when we fought them in the mine, remember? But I think it's probably because that power was leaving your body. It was beginning to show at the very end."

The rest of them looked surprised at his explanation. "This is the first time in a while we heard you talk about what you went through with Norah in fifth year," Sebastian teased.

"Well- I must admit, I've been quite preoccupied, but I've always been here for Norah, for everyone," Amit pointed out. "I might not say much, but knowing Norah, it must have been the case, right?"

Norah smiled softly. "Yeah," she looked at her own hands. The glow Amit said was gone. She must have succeeded. "what happened to the other Professors?" She asked.

"They were the ones who brought you here, Professor Weasley said it must have taken a lot out of you. They really did make quick work transforming the surroundings. Keeping everything from falling," Poppy said. "By now, that repository looks just like the map chamber."

"Oh," Norah looked at her hands again. She was beginning to wonder if it would affect her magic. Then again, she had already enhanced her own magical abilities with the hotspots she traveled to before taking on the power from the repository. "So I guess that's that."

"I suppose it is, you don't need to worry about it anymore," Ominis spoke. Sebastian noticed how his hand was close to hers when she put it down. "You'll need to rest for now."

"Oh, and good news," Poppy sat up again. "Our common room party's next month! That's something to look forward to, at least."

"Why do I get the feeling that there's something that's going to happen at the Hufflepuff common room?" Sebastian grinned.

"Well, if you must know, we might play a little game of enchanted Spin the Bottle," Poppy said, almost proud of it.

The mention of the game made Norah snort. "Does the bottle move on its own, then?" She asked.

"Why yes, as a matter of fact, it does. It's a muggle party game, but we found it interesting to have the bottle be enchanted to spin on its own to the people it wants to kiss."

The three boys gaped at her. "That's what that game is?" Amit swallowed hard, his cheeks heating up. Poppy nodded again with a grin. "Then, I will respectfully not join in."

His answer was met with groans from everyone else, Norah laughing at his reaction. "If you really don't want to, you don't have to. That's all just a bit of fun, isn't it?" She said, yet her thoughts immediately drifted to the one who made her heart race. The mere thought of having to do that, something she kind of had a feeling was going to be expected of her, it filled her with anxiety.

"You might be right," Amit said quietly.

"You get to include this in your memoir too," Natty teased, making him laugh. "But I wonder, will Professor Ronen make another assignment like what we just had again?"

It was her turn to be teased and they knew it. "Knowing Professor Ronen, he's always up for making lessons, even NEWT ones, exciting," Norah said. "Are things with Henry going alright? You two seemed incredibly close during the party."

"Merlin, you make it sound like Henry and I are already dating," Natty was flustered. "We talked a lot during the party, he even suggested we go to Hogsmeade together sometime."

Norah and Poppy gasped, while Sebastian, Ominis, and Amit looked impressed. "That sounds very much like a date," Ominis smirked. "But from what I gather, Abbott's decent. Comes from a good family, that one."

"And you should know, most of all," Natty pointed out, getting even more flustered which made Ominis laugh.

"My standards are quite sub-par when determining how good a family is. As long as they are nowhere like my own, and Carrow's."

That seemed to give Natty an idea. She stood up. "Norah, you must have found your summoner last night" She said, immediately shifting the topic. "Did you meet him?"

Norah smiled. "I did."

That seemed to light up Poppy and Amit's expressions, now intrigued as to who it was. "Well? Who was it?" Natty said.

When Norah was about to speak, Nurse Blainey suddenly stopped by. "Miss Lee, you're finally awake, thank Merlin," She said, handing her a goblet filled with some healing tonic. "If you're feeling well enough, you can be back at your common room by this afternoon or tonight."

"Thank you," She mumbled. "Is there anything else I should do?"

"Well, no, not really. Perhaps rest is a good thing to do. You've over-exerted yourself with whatever you did, you need to regain your strength. Please make sure she does?" She turned to the rest of them, and they nodded. "Well, seeing as you're all sixth years, you've got another lesson to look forward to, and it's with me."

"What do you mean? A lesson with you?" Sebastian wondered.

"Yes, given how you're all growing to be men and women, it's time for you all to learn whatever there is to know about contraceptive potions," Nurse Blainey just smiled and walked off. Norah nearly spat out the rest of the tonic she was drinking.

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy fluff #hogwarts legacy angst #hogwarts legacy mc #sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt #amit thakkar #garreth weasley #leander prewett #poppy sweeting #imelda reyes #natsai onai #andrew larson

8 notes · View notes

albionscastle · 2 years ago

Text

When I had my first child, I was 24, in an abusive marriage with a soldier on an American military base in the south. I was terrified of labor, I had never wanted to have kids, least of all in the situation I was in. I had morning sickness so bad for months that I lost 50 pounds until I was finally given a medication to help. I was just told it was normal. I went into labor in the car with my husband who refused to turn around and instead drove 2 hours to visit someone he was selling shit to in the middle of butt fuck nowhere. Then, two hours back. We went to the military hospital, considering all my pre natal care had been done by men. I wasn't progressing, so they sent me home. Labor fucking hurts, it's miserable. I was 5 minutes apart from the time I went into labor and stayed that way. After another 24 hours, we went back to the hospital. I had been in labor for 36 hours by this point. I still hadn't progressed, so they sent me home with sleeping pills to "sleep through the worst of it." This is NOT normal. At that length of time, a C-section is strongly recommended. In fact, it becomes more dangerous for both the mother and child, with every hour that passes. A help in this situation would have been to give me the drugs that induce labor. But no. No decision about my care was ever discussed with me, only my husband. He was in total control. We got home again, and for the next 12 hours, I lay on the couch in agony. My husband took the pills meant for me and slept. Finally, we went back to the hospital at 60 hours into labor. I thought I was dying. I was given an incredibly painful pelvic exam and told I was still at 4cm. I started screaming, and they finally admitted me to shut me up. Finally, for the first time, I saw the doctor who would deliver. He asked if I wanted something for the pain, and my husband shut him right down. So he waited until he left the room and asked me again, then gave me an epidural. My husband had a fit, but it was too late. Still, a c-section should have been done. It wasn't. I slept for 8 hours and was finally dilated enough to push. They had to break my water, which was so infected it wasn't recognizable. Both my son and I had to be pumped full of antibiotics, and while they worked on him, they left me on the table, half conscious and delirious. It was a brutal, traumatic experience. For my daughter, who I had a midwife for and my now ex nowhere in sight under threat of arrest, I had enough knowledge to plan my labor. At 5 hours, I asked for IV painkillers. At 10 hours, I asked for an epidural. At 14 hours, wide awake, clear and in a good mood, I delivered my daughter. Two completely different experiences. The fact is, always, always get second opinions from professionals, read textbooks, not forums, join a support group if you are able. Never stop asking if this is this right. Is this normal? How will this affect me? 21 years later, and I still suffer from the physical and mental effects of that pregnancy. I've done physical therapy for years, and my uterus is tilted in the wrong direction, which leads to agonizing periods. I have a heart condition as a result of that infection. I still have issues with control and bodily autonomy - I haven't dated since my daughter was born 17 years ago because I can't lose any control of my body or my life. Pregnancy scars you for life on a good day. A bad experience can ruin it.

the thing is like. i get that it's scary and makes people who do desire to get pregnant uncomfortable when we talk about the brutality and violence of pregnancy and the damage that pregnancy can do to your body

but you deserve to give informed consent to that process.

the lies around pregnancy - that it's inherently safe, that it doesn't do you permanent damage, that it's only extremely rare for people to die of pregnancy complications, etc like

all of these are lies constructed so that more people will get pregnant w/o knowing all that

there needs to be more talk about the impact of miscarriages and how common they are, how different abortion processes are and how accessible they are

but also like. talking about how pregnancy fucks your body up should not be taboo

this is a process that permanently changes most people's bodies, and that's even if the pregnancy doesn't do them like. severe illness or injury

and i just think everybody should have a right to KNOW that

bc to live in a society that intentionally obscures and hides facts about a completely optional and dangerous process does so for a reason, and that reason is based in a very sinister ideology that does not value bodily autonomy or informed consent

#trigger warning #tw pregnancy #tw abuse #tw medical

75K notes · View notes

harrison-abbott · 11 months ago

Text

Like a Pushover

My half nephew got in touch with me because he needed money. So, Anthony, that’s him, is my wife’s brother’s son. And I’d known him since I was a kid and had always been fond of him. Anthony had asked me for cash before and I’d sent it to him back then. He was at university now. And I remembered being at college too and often being a bit low with money, so I understood. He was chummy on the phone. I also hadn’t heard from him in seven months and it’s always a bit awry when somebody only gets in contact with you because they need something. But he was my half nephew. So I channelled him some money online. … … …

That was in the summer. … … …

And then in the autumn he got in touch with me again. He said that he’d been in a bicycle accident and hadn’t been able to go to work, as he’d cracked his ancle. So he’d missed out on a month’s salary. So I sent him some money. … … …

In the winter near Christmas he called me up and it sounded like he was crying. So I panicked and queried what was up – had never heard him upset before. He told me that he’d been dating this girl and that she’d broken up with him and he was super upset. And this was exam period as well – he had four exams coming up before Christmas. And after the break up and with the stress he had developed the flu. By about fifteen minutes into the call I could tell where this was going again and so I gave him a bit of mini wisdom and said that I remembered how it felt to have a girl bail on you. I told him that it was harder at that age and that things get easier when you’re older and they don’t hurt so much anymore. [I suppose that was a bit of a lie considering that my wife and I hadn’t been getting on for a couple of years. She didn’t like me anymore, or so I thought. And, of course, my wife was the only reason that I knew Anthony]. Then I thought I would go ahead with it and offer him some money. “That would be great, uncle,” he said, “thanks so much.” And his tone changed as he said it. And we talked a little bit after that about other stuff, and that grief about the girl from before seemed to have evaporated completely. … … …

In January Anthony called me up but I didn’t have my phone on me at the time and so when I got back to my phone I saw a long message from him. It was saying that his landlord had increased the rent on his flat out of the blue and that he needed a bit more money to make the payment: he was in the middle of his exams and he couldn’t get the stress out of his mind if he missed this rent payment. I wired him the money again. I wondered which of his excuses were lies or whether all of them were lies. And it made me feel like a pushover. But I did it anyway. … … …

It got to May of the same year. I was on a holiday on my own. Things hadn’t been going well at all with Sarah, my wife, and so I went over to Budapest to, well, explore the city. And I walked along the Danube and the heat was immense and the bridges over the water were sublime. When I got back to my hotel I noticed some messages from Anthony. Yes: he was doing it again. I responded to him by saying, “Anthony, chum. Sorry that you’re in trouble but I’m actually not at home at the moment. I’m in Hungary. But, if you want to ask Sarah for help instead I’m sure she would be willing.” Anthony texted back, “Okay. That’s fine. Thanks anyway.” … … …

When I got that text from him it was on my last night in Budapest and my flight was early back home in the morning. And when I got home Sarah was in the house. She asked me how my trip was and so on and I tried to seem engaging about the trip, and she seemed to be a bit better spirited. And then by the by I said to her, “Hey, Anthony got in touch with me because he had some finance problems last night. I wasn’t able to deal with it because I was abroad.” Her expression changed and she said, “He did?” – “Yeah.” – “Anthony called me just last week,” she said, “he was asking me for money then. And I sent him some.” My face dropped. “When was that?” I went. “That was just before you flew to Budapest,” she responded. “I definitely sent him the money. He does that with me quite a lot – gets in touch because he’s not that good with his pennies … Have you ever sent him funds before?”

#writeblr #creative writing #prose #writers on tumblr #stories #short fiction #tumblr writers #fiction #short story #flash fiction #spilled ink #spilled words

0 notes

ultears · 8 years ago

Note

Could you tell how you make those wonderful gif edits, and what effects and apps you usually use? I just love them!!! If possible can u make a tutorial please? Thanks in advance ❤❤

First of all, thank you so much!! That means a lot because I put lots of effort into making them. :) Second of all, you didn’t actually precise what gifset you’ve seen and therefore what effects you want me to explain, but I’m going to guess it’s this one because it has like, 500 different things going on :’) (if not, feel free to send me another ask specifying which gifset, although basically, any effect I’ve ever used is in this one, so it’ll be explained)

I only use Photoshop CS6 for all of my gifsets (I don’t use anything to make the caps/frames because I feel like it’s easier to just make them in CS6) and I use a Macbook Pro if that does anything? Idk, just for the screenshots I guess haha

For these tutorials, I’m going to assume you have basic GIF-making knowledge but if you need a tutorial for that too, just send me an ask and I’ll teach you how I do it (because everyone does it slightly differently)

Disclaimer: I’m in no way an expert, most of the things I know about GIFs are thanks to the tutorials of people before me and lots of trial and error. Also, I suck at explaining things.

I’m gonna put this under a cut or else it’s gonna take so much space oml

GRADIENTED GIFS

So these gifs are probably the easiest to make out of all of the ones in this set. I’ll be using the hand for the example because it was slightly harder to get there (you’ll see why shortly)

So you start by making your basic gif: (I edit all my gifs at 540px but these are saved at 268px for Tumblr dimensions)

Because this is a colour-matching gifset and not a vibrancy, I skip my step of basic colouring (which usually includes lots of curves, vibrancy, and selective colour, and you can see that the most in my lyrical fairy tail gifsets) Instead, I’m going straight for the gradient layers. I start off with a full black and white to get the colour contrasts, and then I put the gradient of the colours I want:

Now for this gifset, I had a basic self-made psd (if you will) that I copied on every gif to get the same colour, so I’ll do that now (it’s made up of curves, vibrancy, brightness/contrast and exposure layers)

Now, I didn’t think there was enough of a contrast between Yuuri’s hand and the background, so I added a curves, brightness/contrast and levels layer BEFORE the gradient ones so that it would affect the entire colour schemes to get this:

And there you go, that’s the gif! The one with the skates didn’t use that last step because I liked the contrast between the skates and the background already without additional layers, so that’s why it was easier. I also added snow on it like I did with all other gifs in the set, so I’ll do a separate tutorial in here for that.

TYPOGRAPHY

To be honest, I wouldn’t really be able to explain these very well considering it was my first time using them, so here are the links to the tutorials I followed. It was lots of trial and error until I got the method down, but I was happy with the end result, so I’d recommend them.

Typing the name: [x] (I actually did this one without a tutorial but this one resembles what I did, I was just too lazy to put the cursor bar lol)

Writing “love”: [x]

So, if you followed the tutorial the same way I did, you’re going to get something like this:

Similarly to the hand, I copied the gradient I wanted (I didn’t need to put the black and white one since those are already the base colours):

However, because I wanted the opposite colours, I clicked the little “reverse” button in the properties > gradient map to get this:

From there, I added the same PSD as earlier to reach the colour scheme:

And there you go, that’s it for the text ones! Just missing the snow. I know this makes it look simple but that’s because I didn’t make the tutorial myself for the hardest part, lol. (The handwriting one took me about an hour, so don’t despair if it takes lots of time because it’s definitely a hard effect to get a handle of)

AI / GLASSES

Alrighty! Well, these two are the object ones, and probably would’ve been considered the easiest ones if I didn’t have to deal with finding the exact image I was mentally picturing for the glasses, whoops.

So the “Love” character comes from episode 5 when Yuuri presents his theme. I tried taking the frames where the sign doesn’t move. So, we start off with that basic gif:

Over these frames, I placed a ‘colour fill’ layer that matches the colour of the board on which Yuuri wrote, which actually gives us a completely opaque colour over everything.

After that, I added a layer mask so we could see only the writing of the character through the fill layer, hiding everything else in the frame:

This doesn’t look like a gif because I covered up everything that moves, but it is one! You’ll only see movement later when I add the snow, which is the only thing that moves in both this gif and the glasses one. Now, like the other gifs, I added the gradient (also reversed like the writing to get the proper colours) and the psd to make it darker like the others as well, and you get to this:

And there you go! That’s how I made the Ai gif. You can also do it like I’m about to do the glasses, with a singular screencap, turned into multiple frames.

So for the glasses, I searched online for an image that I thought resembled Yuuri’s glasses and found these, which I was satisfied with: [x]

To get to the shape I wanted, I messed around with the image size and the canvas size until I got them approximatively the size I wanted them in my usual 540x304 canvas size, like this:

Now that I had my image, I converted it to a frame timeline like with most of my gifs, and copied the image into multiple frames so I had this:

Now, for all intents and purposes, although nothing is moving (yet), this is a gif because it has the multiple frames going on a loop. Like with all of the other gifs I’ve made, I put the gradient layers (this one had a black and white one because there’s blue in this one as well) and the PSD:

And that’s it! Again, just missing the snow to make it look like a moving gif. I’m guessing that you can see my pattern at this point, haha! Now I’m going to screw it over with the final two gifs, that are a little different. Whoops.

CHARACTER CUT-OUT GIFS

Welcome, friends, to the most time-consuming form of gif I have ever made. Luckily, only the cutting out of the character takes time, the rest is pretty straightforward from what I’ve done in the past gifs, and you can reuse the cut-out characters for any future gifsets as well (I used these cutouts from a previous gifset I made, this one here)

I learned how to do these cutout gifs (well I had a general idea on how to do it but her explanations make it so much clearer) thanks to bae’s @katsuukis ‘s tutorial here, so you should probably just follow her tutorial ‘cause mine’s a mess. :’)

You start off with your basic gif. (the fewer the frames, the less you’ll want to jump off a bridge while doing it: this example is 11 frames, but the other gif is 58 frames, and let me tell you, it was unpleasant) I try keeping it the original size of the frames (in my case, 1280x720px) so it’s easier to edit the masks to remove the backgrounds. (but I will be saving them at 268px later on)

I chose the frames for this one so that it looks like an eternal loop, but you can do whatever you want!

Alright, now for the masking. You’re going to select both the frame in the timeline and its equivalent layer. Using the ‘quick selection tool’, you’re going to select around Yuuri until you have the whole background, like this:

And you’re going to click ‘refine edge’ (in the top bar) so it looks like this. I use the same settings as Alice recommends in her tutorial, and it seems to do the trick. And then you click ‘OK’:

Then, you’re going to right click, choose ‘select inverse’, and you’re going to click the little rectangle with a circle in the middle of it at the bottom right under the layers (if you hover over it, it says ‘Add layer mask’)

And it should give you something like this:

Because this is a tutorial, I did this a little sloppily, but the more detailed you get with the mask, the better, so take as much as you need to get it how you want. And, you’re going to redo this for every frame. (this is why it’s better to have 11 frames than 58, lol) Now that all the masking is done, I resize the gif to its usual 540px width. In the end, it should give you something like this:

The edges for this gif seem a little rough but imo they look better when you have a background, which is what we’re going to do next.

In the layers section, under all the images of Yuuri, you’re going to place a colour fill layer, like this:

This colour matches the purple end of the gradient I’ve been using. The shades are completely the same. (#9c9fb7) And from there, you’re pretty much set. You don’t need to put a gradient on this one, but you do have to put the PSD, so:

Note: the psd I’ve been using for all of these gifs was based from these gifs, meaning I adjusted all the colours to get what I wanted from the gifs containing Yuuri’s face in them. So logically, these are the first gifs I made for the set. But yeah, that’s it! Just missing the snow, once again.

SNOW

So, on all of the gifs, you can see there’s a light snowfall going on. Probably to no one’s surprise, I also learned this trick from @katsuukis tutorial here, and really it’s pretty simple, although I changed it a little because I hate using smart filters, lmao.

We’ll use the glasses for the example because it’s the only gif in here that started out not as some frames from the show or an animated text, but literally just an image copied into multiple frames (you’ll see why having the multiple frames was necessary now as opposed to just keeping the one frame)

So you start off with this:

You’re going to open your chosen file for snow in Photoshop. I found that the one Alice uses is a little too thin in snow (considering I’m incorporating the snow into the gradient instead of leaving it white on top) so I found a very similar gif that just has more snowflakes (or maybe I’m crazy) (I’m not 100% sure if it’s this one because I didn’t save its origins but here:) [x] :

So you open the gif up in Photoshop, select as many frames of it as you need (I made the glasses gif to be 24 frames, so that’s how many frames I’m taking from the snow) and copy them:

Go over to your main gif (the glasses in this case), select all the frames and click ‘paste frames…’:

And make sure that you select ‘Paste over selection’ then click ‘OK’:

It should look something like this, which is completely normal:

In the Layers section, create a new group, and place all of the snow layers in there. (Rename the group ‘snow’ if you want) Move the newly created group between the black/white gradient and the gradient of your choice (mine is the purple/off-white one):

Finally, when selecting all of the frames in the timeline and the group that contains the snow, change its mode from ‘Pass through’ to ‘Screen’

And there you go! That’s how you add the snow (here it is in 540px so you can properly see the effect).

And that’s actually all the effects I used to make that gifset. It was way more than I thought it was, but explaining them all made me realise how much I learned, haha! If I didn’t go into enough detail for some of these, just shoot me another ask and I’ll try to explain more than I did here.

#Anonymous #things for ts #asks for ts #i've got mail #tutorials #i guess?#i'll be posting separate posts for each of these as well #this is like the master post of sorts i guess #:')#also sorry this took so long!#i was in the middle of exam period when you sent in the ask #<3

2 notes · View notes

elysianslove · 4 years ago

Note

please use this ask to elaborate on mattsun’s dick <33

AH YES THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ASKING gotta do this before i start fasting lmfao. this ended up being sadder than i thought, but it just ends up being kinda sweet and sorta hot. also this was way longer than i intended. post in reference.

warnings; big dick mattsun, throwing up, pain kink (?), painful sex, insecurities, consensual taping

okay remember when i mentioned the insecurity thing? let’s dive deeper into that; third years and mattsun are at some sleepover thing. it’s a little before graduation, and they don’t when they’ll see each other next, so they’re trying to make most of the time that’s left. the conversation progresses to sex, as it naturally does, and each of them admits some horrifying or embarrassing sex story.

iwaizumi had sex with a girl who was extremely kinky and asked him to slap her, but— they don’t call him ace for no reason.

oikawa lost his virginity to this girl and she started her period halfway through, but he was really young and didn’t realize that was something that could just happen? it wasn’t that he was immature about it. it was more that he fainted.

hanamaki found out he was allergic to flavored condoms when he lost his virginity, and it was not fun.

but then it was mattsun’s turn, and they’re all waiting for his embarrassing sex story, till he hits them with, “i’ve never had sex though,” and each and every one of their eyes bulge out of their heads. it’s the last thing they’d been expecting from him, from cool, suave, charming mattsun, but he continues to swear by it. and when they demand the reason — surely you’ve gotten the chance to before? — he admits it to them: “apparently my dick is too big.” and it’s comical to say out loud, because he’s only gotten with a handful of girls, barely any for it to be firm hypothesis. he thinks he’ll one day meet someone that doesn’t think it’s too big, it won’t fit, um i can give you a handjob, if that’s okay?

all that evidently leads to a dick comparison, because how big can it really be? and once mattsun sees his best friends’ eyes widen at his hardened dick, it sinks in. shit, he really is big, isn’t he?

“holy shit, mattsun,” makki says, and he’s bashful as he stares at his best friend’s dick. “how would that fit inside anyone?” and mattsun’s already growing soft, tucking his dick back in his pants and moving to wash his hands after kicking makki rightfully in the chest.

college comes around, and he passes by a thousand girls crying about how the boy from last night’s dick was so small, ugh i wish i had an 8 inch, and the things i’d do to have my guts rearranged. he sees a little light in this tunnel of endless blue balling, and meets a girl, takes her back to his dorm with his lips biting at her neck and her hands fumbling with his belt. as soon as he falls onto the bed, as soon as she straddles him, naked, and moves to slip off his trousers, anxiety meets him halfway again, and he holds in a breath as she pulls at the hem of his pants and takes his boxers with her.

the gasp his half hardening cock pulls out of her is confusing. he can’t tell what to make out of it, but she spits on her palm and grips his hefty cock in her small palm, unable to have her fingertips meet. her eyes are wide, but she seems determined, even tilts her hips forward, but she resorts to, “can i just suck you off?”

and mattsun thinks alright, that’s an upgrade.

when she ends up throwing up because she underestimates his size and overestimates herself, mattsun offers her his bathroom to clean up, and grabs her a bottle of water as she leaves.

he ends up losing his virginity to some masochist, and it’s not very memorable or anything he’d ever imagined it be. it sits high on his list of regrets: he cums way too early, and hurts the masochist too much for it to be enjoyable in any way. but he texts the old third year groupchat and types in “i lost my virginity 😎” and receives the praise he had expected.

for months to come, he fucks his fist every other night to amateur porn and watches as some camgirls’ cunts swallow inches and inches of plastic cock. he hooks up with some girls only to have them sit on his face and kitten lick at the head of his cock. some swallow a little bit of his cock, some fondle at his balls, but none ever let him fuck them. oikawa sends him links for sex toys, and mattsun feels as pathetic as ever, but he buys a fleshlight anyways and finds purchase in how tight it feels around his cock, how wet and slippery it is, how it properly milks him dry. makki meets him during a break and offers to suck his dick for him, but mattsun flips him off and kicks at his stomach again.

it’s during his third year that he meets you.

you’re sweet and charming, , and you have pretty hair, and he likes your style, and you laugh at his stupid jokes. you call him handsome, and you call him pretty, and you compliment his hair when it’s at its curliest. you send him the weirdest memes and tell him it reminds you of him, and you pick him up at obscure times because you’re craving nuggets or ice cream or ramen or licorice. he asks you to be his girlfriend and when you say yes, he blushes so forcefully that he has to scrunch up his face to try and hide it. he lets you meet his friends through a screen, and he buys you matching rings because he enjoys the subtlety of it all, and he orders donuts to be sent to your place during your exam week.

being with you is a dream, so much that when he hovers above you, kissing at your lips like he always does and sucking at your neck the way you love, and you murmur that you want him, want all of him, his hands fumble and shake. he tries to hide it, but his breath is shakier and his chest is flushed, his eyes a little hazy. you’re so gentle with him, and he hadn’t known he needed it until you’re straddling him and slowly smoothing your hands down his chest, palming him through his too tight briefs, squeezing softly.

when your hands reach for his briefs, his own snap to your wrist, and he dares to beg, “please stay,” and you kiss him in response. your breath hitches at the sight of him, and your hand shakes when you spit on it and grip at his cock, but despite your initial hesitance you don’t falter.

you stroke tentatively at his cock, squeezing him tightly, and fall closer to him, hovering your lips by his as you ask of him, “stretch me— stretch me for you.”

there’s only one word to describe everything mattsun had been feeling in that moment, and it’s overwhelmed, but it’s somehow in the most positive way. he sits up straight, keeping you on his lap. his fingers find your dripping cunt and he pushes one, two, three, four fingers inside of you. he makes you cum twice, fingers curled and rapidly thrusting into you, other hand occupied with your sloppy clit and mouth latched onto your nipple. you praise him and thank him and cry for him and writhe in his hold as he pleasures you, and when you’re breathless and limp in his arms, he waits for the ball to drop, for you to give into your anxiety and hesitance.

except you don’t.

you lift yourself up on trembling knees, hands settled on and gripping his shoulders, and with teary eyes, you say, no, you beg, “make it fit.”

he has stars in his eyes as he grips his cock tightly with one hand, the other holding you to him by your waist. it’s slow, it’s painfully slow, but mattsun has never treasured time as much as in that moment. he takes in everything, from the way your body tenses at the first intrusion when his tip presses against your hole, to the small gasps and moans as you take more and more of him in, at the sweat that beads at your temple and that rolls between your breasts. he marvels at the heave of your chest and the roll of your tummy as you curve in yourself, and he revels in the press of your lips to his, in the pull your arms looping around his neck and pressing his chest flush to yours.

he does cum too early, but you don’t chastise him. you only continue to ride his soft cock, his cum messily dribbling out, and he ignores the sting from his sensitivity in favor of rubbing at your clit, sending you over the edge eventually.

he texts the old third years groupchat that night again, with you sleeping soundly by his side, comfortable beneath his blankets, “why didn’t you guys tell me sex was this good? fake friends,” and sends a picture of him shirtless, sweaty, and with a post-sex flush to his cheeks and messy curls, with the middle finger.

maybe you shouldn’t have let him have a taste of you, because he fucks you in bed the next morning, sleep still settled deep in your bones, and then he fucks you in the shower, and then he eats you out splayed out on his dinner table. he videotapes you sucking him off, with your permission, and watches it when you’re too far out of reach. he sends you pictures after a shower, gripping his cock through the briefs he’d quickly slipped in, hair wet and curly and matted to his forehead, skin damp and glistening. and when you react so positively, he blushes, to his dismay. you meet his friends and they joke about how you’re still alive, but you brush them off and tell them you’ve never felt more satisfied.

with every single time he watches his cock sink into your warm, tight, sloppy cunt, and every time he watches you swallow around him, and every time he makes you cry and leaves you braindead, leaves you mindless and begging for more, his confidence grows. so much until he learns to be cocky about it, so much that when he barely preps you and pushes into you, he shivers at the way you whine and tense up, at the way you flinch and lightly thrash. because you’re a good girl, aren’t you? always take my cock so well, don’t you? nobody but you, nobody like you.

and it’s true; it’s nobody but you for him. in every single way.

hello what the fuck am i doing. i did not think this was gonna escalate like this hfskjfns but anyways, big dick mattsun for the win <3

#matsukawa smut #mattsun smut #matsukawa x reader #mattsun x reader #matsukawa issei smut #matsukawa issei x reader #haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader #hq smut #sal's thirst tag <3

4K notes · View notes

from-izzy · 1 year ago

Note

warnings! swearing

Woah woah woah, hold up!!

Now, I feel like I have every single right to reblog and rant here because I'm quite sure I come up on Sana's dash quite a lot.

Sana and I have playful banter. Sorry that was a bit small, let me make it bigger for you.

playful

The 'meanest' (apparently 🤷‍♀️), flirtiest, loving, caring banter that any two or more people can have.

- be right back, I have to switch to my computer for this my phone screen is too small for this rant JDJDJD -

5 hours later...

- ok i am back!! -

First of all, unless you are a person that is actually close to Sana (which at that point is a wtf moment because that's just disgusting behaviour if you are and you choose to send this message), you have no right to judge her just from the things that is on her dashboard.

Do you know what kind of friend Sana is?

When I was at my lowest, when I ignored everyone, Sana was the only internet friend who constantly texted me out of worry. I'm not saying my other internet friends didn't worry but seeing Sana's name on my notification bar, when I was at my very lowest, do you know how comforting that is?

She's the first friend in the net that I told about some of my struggles to. My biggest one being that I'm struggling with for example, listening to a certain artist because my head links associations to that artist to a certain hardship in my life. But what did she do? She listened to every single freaking voice memo I sent and mind you, I probably sent around 10 mins of just be ranting and rambling (I probably cried too, I don't remember to be honest).

Just for an eye refresher from the long paragraphs lmao: Sana is one of the most interesting people I met. Like what do you mean you don't greet/introduce yourself when you meet people? She just dropped a pick-up line and boom! Friends!

Mind you that Sana is in the middle of her exam period. Now, I'm a few hours infront of Sana but the times when I was just text her, asking if she's free, asking if she can call and the times when she never refused. She could be studying. She has grades to maintain and a future to look forward to. But no. What is she doing? She's listening to me crying at 3am about something weird (ok, I'm not trying to invalidate myself, this is just an exaggeration) and gives me words of comfort. Hello? Hello? Do you see this person?

If you have a problem with Sana then I'm sure she doesn't mind if you just don't interact with her account at all. Trust me, that girl isn't looking for notes on her work from people who decides to judge her when they don't even know how she's really like?

My so called 'silent treatment' for Sana? That's just a form of the banter that we have. I'm sorry but if I seriously hate someone, I wouldn't even interact with them, let alone answer their asks and post it on my account that I cherish and work hard on.

Anon!

Thank you for sending this ask in a way because now the world can see what type of friend Sana is!

She's not just an internet mutual to me anymore (lowkey hate that word), she's a friend.

A really dear friend of mine.

I mean I just don't get it. Whenever I see your talks with your "moots" they always talk about you being mean which u must be.

Idk where this came from but I think what information you got is quite wrong and inaccurate

I admit my personality comes off kind of mean or maybe playful (believe me, my relatives say that a lot..) but that’s just how I am.

Even tho I come off as “mean” in your language you can ask any one of my moots that I have a soft spot (ew so cringe) for everyone of them.

And I hope you have a great day because you 🫵 Made me question myself and overthink instead of helping my brother bake and now my parents think I had a break up…

#🤭 a peak into izzy's thoughts #🥹 izzy's ahhhh moments #sana ☘️🐝

14 notes · View notes

goodoldfashionedthoughtcrimes · 3 years ago

Text

When I was about 12 years old I noticed this white stuff in my underwear. It was goopy and creamy but when it dried it became crusty. I had no idea what it was. I hoped that if I ignored it it would go away- it didn’t. Eventually I became worried. I thought that I might be slowly pissing myself, but the texture wasn’t right for that. I considered that I might be intersex, have testes, and that they might somehow be leaking. I wanted to ask someone about it, but because of the inherent shame and tabooness around women’s bodies I was too embarrassed to do so. I figured that even if I did ask someone, they wouldn’t be able to help me. I thought that this white stuff in my underwear was a result of me being a dirty freak.

I felt so much shame around my body. I was terrified of sleepovers or locker rooms or anywhere else where someone might see what’s in my underwear. I carried this shame for almost two years.

Then one day a friend’s mother drove me home from school. This woman kept some kind of puberty pamphlet in the back of the car for us to read. I happened to pick it up and read part of it. The section I read taught me that this “white stuff” in my underwear is called vaginal discharge, it happens to all women, it begins anywhere from a year to a week before your first period, and it’s part of my vagina’s healthy natural functions.

I was so reliveved to know that what I was experiencing was normal, but I was also furious. Less than 50 words could have saved me from years of pain and humiliation. But no one thought to mention it. My school had given us some basic sex ed, but they never covered it. But they did cover wet dreams because obviously that’s more important.

I’ve shared my story with other women and it turns out I’m not the only one that had this issue. Dozens of women got back to me telling me that they had the same experience. One poor girl, she messaged me saying something like, “I know this sounds weird, but thank you for teaching me what discharge is.” She went on to tell me that she was 19 years old and that she had been experiencing it for ~8 years and had no idea what it was until she read my post. As soon as she noticed this white stuff in her underwear for the first time she went straight to her step mother who promptly made fun of her for being a freak. The stop mom took her to the gynecologist but they couldn’t figure out what was “wrong” with her. She had been going to the gynecologist and getting all these unnecessary and invasive exams and tests done. She thanked me for telling her what vaginal discharge was and thanked me for letting her know she’s not alone. I sent her a DM telling and infodumped everything I knew about vaginal discharge.

I couldn’t believe her story. She had been going to licences medical professionals for almost a decade and not one of them could figure out that it was just vaginal discharge.

————

When I was ~13 I put my fingers in my vagina and felt something. It felt like a tampon that had been left in there too long. I tried to pull it out but it was stuck. I then tried to scoop it out, feeling around the edges. That’s when I realized that it was attatched to me. It was not a tampon. I was terrified that it might be a tumor. But I was too scared to say anything because of the inherent shame and tabooness surrounding women’s bodies (again) and also because telling someone would mean having to admit that I put my fingers inside of myself.

About a year later I went to the gynecologist for an unrelated reason. I figured that now was the best time to bring it up. The nurse practitioner told me that I would need a pelvic exam to figure out what’s going on. I had been dreading getting a pelvic exam. I had been avoiding them for years because of a bad experience I had as a child. But I was so worried that I had literal cancer that I decided to tough it out. The nurse practitioner poked around for a while and asked if this object I mentioned was shaped like so. I said yes. She informed me that this object inside of my vagina was my cervix.

My fucking cervix! I never would’ve guessed. In the few diagrams of women’s anatomy that I had seen prior, the vagina and cervix look like two distinct organs. It always looked like the vagina ended then the cervix began. I never knew that the cervix poked out into my vagina like that.

————

I had such horrible experiences I vowed to prevent as many women as possible from experiencing the same thing. I made a point to tell my sisters everything I knew before it would be too late. I volunteered to teach sex ed at my high school. I share my stories constantly in the hopes that it’ll prevent someone, anyone, from experiencing the same thing. If I can prevent just one woman from feeling the same that I felt, all of my work will have been worth it.

Why is this the norm? Why are so many women unfamiliar with their own bodies? Why is it that what litte sex ed we get focused on men and their bodies? Why did my sex ed covered wet dreams and how to wash your dick, but never once mentioned vaginal discharge?

I used to agree that 7th grade was way too early for sex ed. I now couldn’t disagree more. Many girls at my school began menstruating before those two hours of sex ed we got in 7th grade. Children need to know what’s going to happen to their bodies during puberty before it happens, not after.

My area loves to pride itself on having some of the best sex ed in the country, but we really do have so far to go.

This is why I’m going into sex therapy/research/education/writing. I want to give free speeches at middle and high schools so the students will be prepared. I want to write books. I want to write a book directed at parents on how to talk to their kids about their bodies and sex. I want to write a book directed at children and teens about their bodies. I’m dedicating my life to prevent as many people as possible from experiencing what I did.

1K notes · View notes

doberbutts · 2 years ago

Text

@hikko-g

Because that post is already long enough, a condensed timeline for how my doctor was able to put things together and figure out that I’m intersex:

I brought a lot of evidence that I’ve been gathering for the past 5 or 6 years and then asked her to look into it, because I found out by complete surprise after thinking maybe I had PCOS or endo that I might actually be intersex instead. How did I find that out?

I had an ovarian cyst I didn’t know about burst and the pain was so severe that my face turned a light grey color (and I’m black so that is... Not A Great Sign) and I collapsed to the floor in the middle of my shift, and it was in the right spot for my appendix to have burst, so my job immediately sent me to the ER because if your appendix ruptures you either get surgery or die. Pre-op bloodwork revealed that my appendix is Fine Actually, so they did an ultrasound and discovered one very upset ovary covered in cystic scarring [bastard] and one ovary that very much did not look like an ovary but did look like an undescended testicle sitting where an ovary should be.

Which I took directly to my mother who proceeded to tell me “oh we’ve known about that since you were born”. WELL IDK WHO “WE” IS BECAUSE I WAS VERY NOT INCLUDED IN THAT DISCUSSION

She linked me to a study on CAH- Congenital Adrenal Hyperplasia- which according to her the doctor told her I very likely had when I was born, which she deliberately kept from me because she was afraid it would make me want to be a boy. That was right before I moved to this state so about 5.5ish years ago. I have been working with PCPs and OBGYNs since trying to figure this shit out and at the end of the day I was told to go to an endo armed with all of these “well have you ruled out-” and “could it have been-” dead ends.

My endo looked at the evidence I provided and the medical records ruling out the more common stuff, did a brief physical exam of my body, and went “yeah probably”, did a quick blood test, and as the results trickled in over the next week she went “yeah that’s it all right”.

The specific things she was testing for were: baseline levels of estrogens and androgens [needed for HRT anyway], cortisol levels, and special tests for the components of cortisol as well as what people with CAH make instead of cortisol that the body converts into androgens. What do you know, my estrogen levels are at or below post-menopausal despite me definitely having periods, my testosterone is juuuuuuuuuuust touching the low end for a cis man, There Is No Cortisol Here, and I have a lot of loose ends my body should be turning into cortisol but is actively choosing not to do that and to turn it into androgens instead. So, that pretty much sealed the deal.

As for my ovary vs testicle problem- that is still a mystery and honestly one that will be resolved hopefully next year when I have the damned thing removed. My OBGYN looked at the images from that ER visit and went “yeah that sure doesn’t look like an ovary” but then on her own ultrasound said that it could be deformity or even a benign tumor causing the weird shape and so without actually seeing it outside of my body it will be hard to determine either way. CAH does not inherently do this- most people with Nonclassical CAH have perfectly normal internal genitals, but a study did discover that a non-insignificant number do have some form of mixed genital presentation either externally or internally, so it’s hard to say either way.

This was not a quick process but I do have to say that it would have been slightly faster had COVID not happened, as I was all lined up to start this process mid-2020 and then March Happened. And then things kept happening and I lost my health insurance and I just got it back. So instead of taking 5 or 6 years it would have been 3 or 4. Still not a fast process tbh.

34 notes · View notes

actuallysaiyan · 4 years ago

Text

The Day My Baby Gave Me A Surprize-PART I(Naruto Uzumaki x Reader)

Word count: 1,682

Pairings: Naruto Uzumaki x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Fluff, abuse, slight smut, slight violence, pregnancy

Summary: Reader has lived in Konoha her whole life, despite the fact that her parents despise ninjas. She’s led to believe the same, until she meets a certain shinobi who catches her eye...and holds her heart. When she ends up pregnant with his baby, her parents decide to send her away when they find out she’s been seeing a ninja...

A/N: This a new series! It may have one or two more parts, but it could have more if it becomes popular! This is inspired by the song The Day My Baby Gave Me A Surprize by DEVO, which the lyrics always reminded me of a man singing about his pregnant lover who gets sent away but she gets better enough to send him a letter to tell him she’s doing fine...

Your whole life, you’ve been taught to see shinobi as the worst people possible. Your parents told you that they were the kinds of people who brought violence and war upon themselves and others. They weren’t there to defend the weak or fight for justice; they were there to fight people and become cruel assassins and hurt people. They wouldn’t be able to help you in a situation, they would leave you there to die.

For years, you believed your parents. You would see shinobi and think about how unlucky and cruel they were. How they would only bring misfortune and death with them everywhere they went.

Then, you met someone. A shinobi. He changed your opinion on shinobi forever.

It was just a fleeting crush at first, but as it grew, you found yourself wanting to train and become a kunoichi. You wanted to have the strength and defend others.

Yet, you still had to hide all of this from your parents. It was very tough to do something like this, seeing as even after everything happened in the village and how most of the fighting between the villages seemed to calm down, your parents still couldn’t trust any ninja. They didn’t see the way they truly were. They still saw the old ways.

Your mother, a dressmaker, was way too preoccupied with keeping up with the Jones’ to even think about sending you to the academy when you were a child. She would have died of embarrassment if you had shown any kind of interest in fighting or using genjutsu.

Your father, the one who owned the dress shop and who came from money, would have told you otherwise if you even dared show interest in ninjutsu or fighting. He would have argued and told you that it was wrong and you would just be cursing the family for generations to come.

But when you met Naruto, everything changed.

You met him at Ichiraku ramen. It was one of your favourite places to go, but you did your best to go there alone when it wasn’t very populated. You knew it was a popular spot for ninjas, so you didn’t want to go when they were frequenting it. You were embarrassed that your parents had these thoughts and you didn’t want to be known as the daughter of the people who hated ninjas in a village full of ninjas.

But Naruto was so different. He was warm, friendly and very cute. You could get lost in his eyes for hours, just listening to him go on and on about his training. He was so charming, you couldn’t help but start to fall in love with him.

Your first kiss was under a tree in the forest, very far away from your home. Naruto knew about your parents, but he still wanted to show you how ninjas were good people. He loved you and didn’t want to let you go.

You and Naruto fell for each other very fast. It was so quick and so passionate. You had to meet up at odd times of the day in very secluded places, but you’d never trade these dates for anything. Naruto would show you different fighting techniques and would try to train you as best as he could, although you didn’t even know the first thing about being a ninja.

Naruto was a bit of a hothead, but he had so much patience for you. He would praise you to no end, and would always be very supportive. Most of your time would be spent either training, or it would be spent making out and enjoying your short time together. You barely had enough time to do both things. Oftentimes, you would have to run home in the middle of a training session without giving him a single kiss. It was getting harder and harder to meet up, but you couldn’t stop. Your heart wouldn’t let you give up on Naruto…

The days would go by in a blur. You’d spend most of your time with Naruto when your parents didn’t think too much of it. They would ask you from time to time what you were doing at the odd times of the night, but you would just tell them you were going for walks to clear your head. They bought every excuse you gave them, not thinking you would ever dare fraternize with a ninja.

Little did they know, you were head over heels in love with Naruto. You often fantasized about telling your parents that you were going to marry him and that he was going to be there for you forever and that they would have to just deal with it. It was becoming increasingly difficult to hide it from them, but you didn’t care if you got caught anymore.

One night, you snuck out of your room and made your way towards Naruto’s place. You had been planning this outing for a little while, and you knew it had to go perfectly. You were going to show Naruto exactly how much he meant to you, and there was only one way to truly show him that.

Naruto was very surprised when he saw you at the door. He was half-asleep but very happy to invite you in. You were dressed up in one of the dresses your mother made for you, which made you feel a little guilty about the whole situation.

“What are you doing here this late, y/n? Not that I’m unhappy to see you, because I’m very happily surprised, dattebayo!” Naruto asked.

“I needed to see you. I love you Naruto, and I’m tired of having to hide this from everyone,” you pushed him up against the wall and kissed him heatedly. Naruto chuckled nervously when you pulled away.

“I love you too, y/n.” he looked deeply into your eyes, seeing the love and understanding exactly what was happening.

He was gentle and loving while he undressed you, watching your body as you climbed onto his bed and gave him a sultry pout. Naruto put your pleasure first as he made love to you, making sure you wouldn’t cry or feel discomfort. You loved him and kissed him and as the night ended, you found yourself falling asleep in his arms.

The next day, you felt different. You didn’t care about your parents finding out, yet you couldn’t help but think about how it would hurt them to find out that you were with a shinobi. So you tiptoed out of Naruto’s place and you decided you would give it some time before you saw him again…

Until you found out your period was late. You were cursing yourself in the bathroom, hoping your parents wouldn’t hear you crying and swearing. You needed to go see a doctor without arousing your parents' suspicion.

Unfortunately for you, one of your mother’s friends saw you at the doctor’s office. She couldn’t help herself and stuck her nose in your business, spying on you as you sat on the exam table. Tears streamed down your cheeks as the doctor told you the news…

You were a month pregnant, incidentally, that was the amount of time you had spent away from Naruto. There was no question about it, Naruto had gotten you pregnant. That night had been filled with so much love and passion that you both had forgotten to protect against this kind of situation. You wanted to do something about it, but the doctor told you to wait on it and talk to the father before making any rash decisions.

Even worse was the fact that your parents had been told by their friend about what they witnessed at the doctor’s office. Your father was furious but your mother couldn’t stop crying. It wasn’t like you were a child anymore, but you weren’t in any position to raise a child on your own.

“Who is the father?” your mother asked through her tears.

You didn’t want to say. You feared that they would take you away from Naruto, or even worse, that your father would pay someone to hunt him down or something along those lines. Your father was yelling at you, but you didn’t tell them who it was.

“It was probably those scum of the earth shinobi! Were you raped and this is why you won’t say who the father is? Is it because you don’t know who it is?” Your father barked, and your mother howled at the idea of you being raped.

“I wasn’t raped! Shinobi aren’t bad people, dad. They are good people, just like anybody else. They’ve got their faults, but…” you barely could finish what you were saying before your father slapped you across the face.

“I knew she was sneaking off to see a ninja. This wouldn’t have happened if you hadn’t have been so lenient with her!” Your father yelled at your mother, but she didn’t want to hear this.

The next few days were filled with your parents making arrangements to send you away. They had heard from a friend of a friend that in the Hidden Sand Village, there was a woman who would take care of your little problem. She could make everything better.

In the dark of the night, they sent you off with two escorts. You could barely understand why you were letting this happen, yet you were so weak. You felt like you didn’t have any more fight left in you. If only you had trained more with Naruto, you could have defended yourself against your father.

But now, you were being shipped off to someone in the Sand Village. You didn’t even know how this was legal. Leave it to your parents to find a way to send you away and to just sweep all these problems under the rug.

Your heart ached for Naruto. You didn’t want to stay away from him for a whole month, and now you wouldn’t even be able to tell him that you loved him...or that you were carrying his baby.

#writing #not requested #new series #naruto series #naruto writing series #naruto uzumaki #naruto #naruto shippuden #naruto uzumaki x reader #naruto x reader #naruto uzumaki x you #naruto x you #naruto x y/n #naruto uzumaki x y/n #new naruto series

220 notes · View notes

shinsoussimp · 4 years ago

Note

all right, you said it’s fine, so here’s another one 🤍 (yes, i’m addicted to your writings so :0 )

mirio? big yes. hurt/comfort with a gay reader? definitely.

so like, the reader used to study in another school, and had been outed and everyone in his class were very mean and rude about that. so now it’s his biggest fear to be outed again, but he really falls in love with mirio after some time. they spend a lot of time together, and get really close. reader doesn’t know mirio likes him back because for him, every person will be mad at (y/n) for liking boys (because of the past trauma yk). and one day someone from their class accidentally activated their “saying truth” quirk on reader and confession to mirio just slips from his lips in front of him and the whole class. and like, after that he runs away in absolute panic, thinking everyone will mock and hate him again. he starts avoiding mirio just not to see him disappointed, when in reality togata just wants to say he likes him back? 🥺 so one day he just catches him and doesn’t let him to run? 🥺 saying he would love to be his boyfriend 👉🏻👈🏻 maybe a bit comforting from classmates yk? sorry it’s so long again 😞🤍

a/n: sephiii you’re requests are always amazing :) i would never say no to you sending one in! i hope you like it!!

a/n: y/h/n= your hero name, also i said parent (they/them) in an effort to be more inclusive, i don’t know people’s family life. if you have any other ideas where i can be more inclusive, please let me know!

TW: homophobia, violence (shoving), blackmail

a/n: requests are open! (p.s. i’m on a mirio kick right now to let everyone know ahaha)

Mirio x homophobia

becoming a hero was always your dream, since you were a little kid. you didn’t want anything standing in the way of that. so when you finally made your way to shiketsu high, you were determined to never let anyone find out about you being gay. but somehow, it still happened.

“yo, y/h/n!” a second year student ran up to you as you were walking to the cafeteria and threw his arm around your shoulder, “can you do a favor for me?~” he always would get you to help him cheat on exams, but at this point, you were tired of breaking the rules.

“dude i can’t keep doing this. i’m not gonna risk getting in trouble so you can get good grades. try studying.” you huff while shaking his arm off you. he moves to stand in front of you to block your path as you try to get to your table, and he gets visibly more and more angry.

“seriously?” he says through clenched teeth. you could tell he was one of those kids who was too used to getting what he wants whenever he wants it, and he doesn’t know how to handle anything different.

“i’m serious. we would’ve been caught some day.” you try to move around him but he grabs your arm and starts pulling you to the middle of the cafeteria.

“fine. then i guess i’m gonna have to tell everyone your little secret.” shit. you had gotten so used to helping him you forgot the reason why you began your little deal in the first place, he knew you were gay. before you could stop him, he had already begun.

“hey, everyone! i have a little announcement that you all would enjoy. y/n over here, y/h/n if you will, is gay.” you weren’t able to cover his mouth without him grabbing your wrists and holding them down by your sides so he could continue talking, “that’s right, he likes dick. do with that what you will~” he shoves you back a bit when he finally lets go of your arms, and waltzes out of the cafeteria like nothing even happened. everyone starts gossiping around you, giving you weird looks as you run off into the bathroom.

once the bell rang and you needed to go to class, you tried to get there early, so you didn’t need to walk in front of a full classroom. you sat in the back today, but that didn’t mean you were invisible. it started with the girls that sat in front of you giggling, then one of the boys that only had your number for a group project sent you an eggplant emoji. but the cherry on top was one of the most well known boys in your class coming up to you and asking, for everyone to hear, if you were trying to suck his dick. luckily the second bell rang and the teacher came in, forcing them all to back off for now, but this lasted for the next week. it lasted up until you couldn’t take it anymore. you stood up and stormed out of the classroom and never returned. you didn’t go to school for the rest of the year. and with you refusing to return to shiketsu high, you thought your dream of being a hero was ruined. but one morning your parent mentioned the idea of applying to ua.

even though you thought you had no chance of getting in, you took a chance. you went to the admissions office, sent in your application, did all the interviews, and now it was time to wait. and now after a long summer, you finally got a letting from ua.

you got in.

not only were you thrilled to be admitted to the best school for heros, you were thrilled that you never had to go back to shiketsu. you could start over, continue your hero journey. and hopefully you would not get in another situation like last time.

your first two months at your new school went great. you were a second year now, and getting to do many new and exciting things with your training. you made great friends and even developed a bit of a crush. this was dangerous territory, since you didn’t want anyone to know about your sexuality, but you couldn’t stop yourself from hanging out with him. the person in question? mirio togata. the cute third year you passed by in the halls and always came in your class to talk about his experience as lemillion. and you got to call him your friend. you two trained together, you hung out with him and the rest of the big three after school, and he always made sure to join you during lunch breaks at school. in such a short period of time, you two became best friends. and you would never risk messing that friendship up.

but then one day, the unthinkable happens. you thought since things had been going so well for so long, you were in the clear. nobody seemed to know, shiketsu kids didn’t snitch, and training was going incredibly. you and a group of second and third years were hanging out in an empty classroom when someone suggested playing truth or dare.

the rules were simple, pick dare and someone picks a dare for you to do, pick truth and you would be hit by your classmate, asami’s quirk. her quirk was called confession. when in effect, you will be compelled to spill one of your deepest secrets. but you seemed to have a bit of a misunderstanding of her quirk. you didn’t get to choose which secret. so little did you know, your fake secret that you ‘once called your teacher mom in 3rd grade’ was not going to be of use.

“you excited?” mirio plopped down next to you happily. you nodded, because you were. you were genuinely excited to have a friend group and play stupid games like this.

after a few rounds, mostly of people picking dare, you wanted to be the one to switch it up. so once mirio finished bawking like a chicken and walking all around the room with his arms bent like wings, you prepared for your turn.

“truth or dare, y/n?”

“truth.” everyone dramatically gasps, then all bursting out into a fit of laughing, talking about how you had some balls to pick truth. asami sat down in front of you and took a deep breath to prepare herself.

“you ready?” she smiles. you nod, letting her hand brush yours. you felt a rush of warmth through your body then suddenly your mouth was moving.

“i’m gay. i’m really fucking gay and i like mirio.” your hand slaps over your mouth, your stomach dropping as your whole body starts shaking. that was not what you wanted to say. but there is no going back now, and you didn’t want to be here when everyone started teasing you. you especially didn’t want to see what mirio had to say about it. you didn’t want to see the disappointment that would surely be on his face. you jump up and race out of the room, ignoring mirio’s pleas for you to stop running.

he was sent to talk in your class that day, but he didn’t see you. you had decided to go home early for the day. would you really have to leave ua? you were beside yourself with anger and sadness, having to leave the best school because of a stupid game spilling your secret. you knew when you returned there would be endless teasing. it was possible that your friend group spilled the beans to the whole school and now even the first years knew. your parent tried to take your feelings into account, but they wanted to remind you of your dream, your biggest passion.

“you want to save people. it doesn’t matter if you’re gay, you can still protect people, that doesn’t stop anything.” you keep your face shoved into the pillow you were hugging close to your chest as they spoke. they took a deep breath and placed a comforting hand on your back, “look worse case scenario, they told everyone, and now people tease you. they’ll probably get over it, and if not, it’s only two more years. then you get to live your dream happily, as yourself.”

their words encouraged you to return to school after about a week. but you still couldn’t face your friend group. especially mirio. so when the lunch bell rang, you left the school building and made your way to the side of it to eat lunch out on a bench by some trees. you figured that mirio or some of your friends saw you, but you prayed that they wouldn’t follow you. sadly those prayers would go unanswered because next thing you know you hear a familiar voice shouting your name. you turn around and see mirio jogging towards you. you turn around and start walking faster in an effort to avoid him, but right as you arrive at the bench you’re stopped by his hand wrapping around your arm.

“would you talk to me?!” he pulls your arm, making you turn around, “you drop a bomb like that and then fall off the face of the earth for a week?!” you sigh and set down your lunch and bag behind you, still not saying anything.

“y/n seriously. what the hell?”

“if you came here to make fun of me, just get it over with.” you finally look up at him, all of your walls up taller than ever before as you prepared to have your heart broken.

“what are you talking about?” his face has confusion written all over it but it has to be fake. he’s trying to trick you into thinking you’re safe then he’ll talk about how stupid you are to all of your other friends that has to be-

“you really think i would make fun of you?” his voice is soft and even in such a high stress moment, still puts butterflies in your belly. but he’s lying.. he has to be. he’s gonna react how everyone else did.

“y/n, i would never.” he takes a step towards you and reaches out his hand, but you slap it away taking another step back.

“i’m not gonna fall for it! you all are gonna react exactly how all those dumbass shiketsu kids did!” tears start streaming down your face and you realize that you’re shaking again. you sit down on the bench behind you and put your face in your hands as uncontrollable sobs kept coming. mirio knelt down in front of you and put his hands on your knees.

“i like you too.” your head shoots up and you look at him with wide eyes.

“w-what?”

“if you hadn’t ran out the day you said it, you would have heard that i like you too. and i didn’t know if you were gay or not but i really wanted to find out.” you relax a bit as your brain tries to comprehend the idea of something like this happening, “they all said that i was a lovestruck idiot... and they were all accepting.” he held your hands in his as you lifted your head so you could look at him.

“they all love you. and they’ve been worried sick, wondering what happened to you. but most of all me. i thought you left the school i-” he pauses to take a deep breath, “i thought i lost you.” his grip on your hands tightens. suddenly the tears streaming down your face were tears of joy, accompanied by a few laughs. he stands up and pulls you up with him, wrapping his arms around you, swallowing you in a warm bear hug.

“i would love to be your boyfriend, if you’re okay with that.” you giggle into his chest and grip onto the back of his shirt.

“i am okay with that.” he pulls his head back a bit to look at you, for a few moments not saying anything just making a smug face at you.

“i was hoping you would be, i mean you are ‘really fucking gay’“ he teases. you smack his chest as you shake your head, laughing. he explains how you should go talk to your friends and explain what happened, then you two could tell them the good news. he even started planning a date as you two made your way back to the school building, while holding hands of course.

you didn’t know it was possible, but you were going to be okay. you were going to be able to be yourself. you couldn’t wait for what the rest of your time at ua would hold.

#mirio togata #mirio x male reader #mirio angst #mirio fic #bnha fic #bnha angst #mha angst #mirio bnha #mirio fluff #bnha fluff

362 notes · View notes

softomi · 4 years ago

Text

now accepting boyfriend applications: intro to business

synopsis: it’s crazy how things can slip the mind, just like how you posted about wanting boyfriend applications but granted, you were drunk. It seemed like Akaashi had the upper hand; until a certain classmate intrudes your mind.

series: now accepting boyfriend applications

previous: literature

next up: biology

series taglist: @kyomihann @chesley-cant-deal @bluearmufs @your-consulting-fangirl @itsmeaudrieee @winunk @aegiseterna @katelyns-stuff @mochipk @3rachachoo @kyuudere @sixthself @merakiulous-k @notsostraightweeb

*bold means I wasn’t able to tag you*

general taglist: @graykageyama @tsumue @thesorebae @micasaessakusa @alouphen @waitforitillwritemywayout @chibichab @trifliz

“I’m almost positive that guy wasn’t your boyfriend.” Kuroo would know, he probably isn’t going to tell you that he’s familiar with Akaashi due to a mutual friend. Instead, he lifts his chin, “ex-boyfriend.” He corrects himself.

You bite the insides of your mouth, “No he was not.”

You’re back to an internal groan, now you were stuck with the next boyfriend candidate and it’s starting to feel like you’re speed dating.

“Business is all about—” It’s ten minutes into class and your professor enjoys beginning class with an inspirational quote which then smoothly leads into lecture. Only, today, it seems as though he’s taking forever to get to the point of the quote.

Like always, Kuroo remains fixated on the lecture. He was the type to never take notes, though his notebook was out, and his pen is twirling in his hand, you don’t think you’ve ever seen him write anything down. Yet he was somehow managing a ninety-eight percent in the class, what an intelligent prick.

“You good?” He’s mouthing to you and you’ve realized that you had been staring.

You nod in an attempt that he doesn’t catch how embarrassed you actually were to have been caught looking at him. Kuroo turns back to the lecture and now you’re staring down at your phone that is reaching sixty percent. You shamelessly pull up the pdf he had sent you.

“Are you reading my letter of intent?”

You lock your phone so fast; it almost falls on the floor. You’re only lucky that it falls off the desk and Kuroo’s reflexes quickly catch the cell. The action makes both of your desks squeak against the floor and everyone’s heads turn. Both you and Kuroo mutter apologies as he hands you back your phone.

“Cat got your tongue?” He’s stupidly smirking, and you’re tempted to kick him, “Did you read it?”

“No.” You say in a hushed voice, turning your eyes to the board trying to pay attention for once.

He, also, turns to look at the board. Chin resting on his palm, “What a shame.”

For the rest of the class period, he remains silent. He’s fixated on the professor’s lecture, but your mind is racing. Your leg is bouncing rapidly, fingers tapping against the desk, you’re itching to touch your phone but scared it’ll make Kuroo pull another move to talk to you.

The lecture drags, you want to go back to sleep, and you’re suddenly realizing that you’ve skipped breakfast and lunch. Your stomach growls, to you it sounds like a dinosaur’s roar but no one else in the room seems to have heard it. Once more it growls, making you lean your head on the desk with a heavy sigh. You were starving, suddenly aware that you’ve left your wallet at home, and you’ve neglected to add your card to your cell phone so now you’re contemplating skipping your biology lab or starving for the rest of the day.

Your head is laid on its side, giving you perfect view of Kuroo’s side profile. His bed hair looks soft and you’ve got to admit that his jawline is exquisite. He smirks, eyes looking at you from the side. You’d feel embarrassed but you’re hungrier even to the point of being angry.

The lecture drags on and at this point you think you might die from the way your stomach is crying.

“Are you hungry?” Kuroo asks after the fifth time your stomach as growled.

“Is it that obvious?”

Kuroo laughs lowly, “You sound like a car that won’t start.”

You take full offence, “Shut up.”

He was always like this, playful and poking jabs at you. He loved to banter with you and you’d be lying if you said that you didn’t like it. Talking with him was like talking to a childhood friend, it’s easy going and free spirited. Even when the two of you were studying for the first business exam, tucked in a hidden space on the second floor of the library; the studying was abandoned when he kept showing you funny scenes from an anime, resulting in you watching the anime on his tiny cell phone screen despite the both of you clearly having your laptops out.

Kuroo leans close to you, “Want to get out of here?”

“Right now?” You whisper, “We still have forty-five minutes left.”

Kuroo is shutting his notebook, “I’ll buy you lunch.”

“Bet.”

You’re trying to hide your laughter as you and Kuroo slowly pack up to leave. Now the only thing was to try and leave without making the biggest scene. You’ve successfully stood, only drawing small attention as you’re headed for the door. Kuroo seems to struggle, as he picks up his bag, it knocks against the empty desk next to him, drawing full attention to himself and you. It’s deadly silent, you’re frozen at the door and Kuroo is rushing to you.

“Go!” Kuroo pushes you out of the class.

“That was so embarrassing!” The laughter coming from you makes you run out of breath, “How are we supposed to go back to class on Tuesday?”

“Why were you just standing at the door!” Kuroo is yelling yet laughing at the same time.

You slap his arm, “You’re the one who decided to announce that we were leaving in the middle of the lecture. God, the professor probably hates us now.”

You’ve reached the small café in the business department, it doesn’t have a lot of options, mostly cold sandwiches and packaged snacks. The café drinks are way too expensive and even the water bottle is pricey; way to go education.

“Get whatever you like, I’m paying.” His words are smooth and for a second you believe him.

His body turns away from you, pretending as though he’s looking at the drink menu, you can clearly see that he’s checking his wallet. His shoulders visibly deflate and while you fake trying to pick something from the prepackaged area, you watch as he checks his account balance on his cell phone. His head seems to fall back irritatingly. It’s cute, he was trying so hard, but the world was being too cruel on him.

“Kuroo?” You call him. He’s slowly turning, hoping that he doesn’t have to take back his words. You wave him over to show the cheapest sandwich possible, “Want to split it with me?”

“You could get something better?” Kuroo tries looking at the other options, “What about a coffee?”

He was too sweet. You’re smiling, “Nah. I drank a lot last night so I don’t think coffee will sit well in my stomach and I’ve been meaning to go on a diet so if you take half my sandwich, it’ll be like I’m starting early.”

He’s still adamant on wanting to buy you something more expensive, “You could literally get this sub, it’s more filling and what do you mean diet, you’re literally perfect right now.”

A heavy blush appears on your cheeks, you slap his shoulder, pushing him by his back, “Just share a sandwich with me idiot.”

“But the sub.”

You’re kicking him in the ass, “Mention the sub one more time Kuroo, I swear to god I’ll leave you high and dry right now.”

You settle on seats by the window, you’re opening the packaged sandwich and in an attempt to stay cheap, Kuroo secretly stole cups while you distracted the cashier and he was grabbing water from the fountain.

“So.” Kuroo starts, “You haven’t read my application yet?”

You almost choke on your dry sandwich, “Must we talk about that now.”

Kuroo raises a finger, “You know what, I’ll just read it to you now.”

He was dead serious, pulling out his phone to bring up his pdf form. He was the absolute worst, yet it’s absolutely hilarious the way he fixes his clothing as if preparing for an interview.

“I’ll start with my letter of intent.”

You’re already giggling, trying to hide behind your sandwich.

“I am writing this to inform you of my interest for the position of Boyfriend. I have been highly interested in this position ever since you asked me for a pencil and then returned it back to me a week later, not realizing that you had given me a different pencil. I knew I liked you because of how cute you looked apologizing for not returning the pencil earlier.”

You never thought you could smile so wide before until this moment. Kuroo mimics your smile, looking back down to his phone.

“I don’t have a lot to offer but I can say with confidence that I can beat you at Mario Kart. I’ve been practicing and honing my skills for this moment; I heard that boyfriends need to be good at Mario Kart and if I am accepted for this position, please don’t fall for my best friend because he is better than me at Mario Kart.”

You snort, laughter emitting from your lips. You were on the verge of tears at how funny this application was.

“Lastly, we have similar taste in anime so obviously the 2d world also ships us.”

You hum at the last sentence, “Obviously.” You roll your eyes.

He sets his cell phone down, he’s finished his sandwich by now, practically inhaled it and he watches you eat your last bite. It’s a comfortable silence, really, maybe you were so caught up in the friendship that you had never gotten to think about him in a relationship sense.

“If you think about it.” He’s staring, “This is basically our first date.”

You choke on your water, coughing loudly and he finds your reaction funny. He’s patting your back and you feel so bad that you’re basically spitting on him.

“Kuroo.” You begin.

“Ah.” He knows where this is going. He waves a hand around, “You don’t have to give me an answer. Just.” He pauses, “Just consider me in the future.”

“Is that y/n I see?”

Your expression falters the moment you hear the voice of your biology lab partner, “Atsumu? What are you doing here? Did you get lost?”

Atsumu chuckles, a hand over his heart at your jab, “So hurtful. My brother’s taking some business classes, I had to drop something off for him.” Atsumu makes eye contact with Kuroo, “Hope I’m not interrupting something.”

That was a lie, you can tell. His cheeky grin says that he was absolutely hoping that he was interrupting something. Kuroo seems to not mind, at least from what you can tell. But in his mind, it’s the same as when he had seen Akaashi; a competitor. Especially when you’re trying to shrug Atsumu’s arm off your shoulder, Atsumu pinched your cheek causing a tick to grow on your forehead.

“Kuroo Tetsuro.” He puts a hand out.

Atsumu smirks, gripping the male’s hand, “Miya Atsumu.”

There’s a strong way that they grip each other, their faces are smiling, but their grip is testing the other.

“Well.” Atsumu has a hand on the back of your seat, “We have biology in about fifteen minutes, we should probably head over there.” Atsumu grins to Kuroo, “We’re partners, I was hoping you could show me again how to use the microliter pipettes.”

“Again?” You eye him.

Atsumu has his hands in the air defensively, “It’s just so confusing. The lab manual doesn’t describe it well.” You miss the way he smirks from behind you, “And besides, I learn better with hands on education.”

Kuroo returns the smirk, “Your hand must hurt having to grow up teaching yourself.”

The sharp inhale of laughter you take when you’re drinking causes the water to come out your nose. You’re laughing, coughing, and your nose is burning. Kuroo is handing you napkins and Atsumu’s jaw clenches.

“I’m sorry.” You put a hand on Atsumu’s shoulder, “but that was really funny.” You pat his cheek when he pouts, “Let’s go, I’ll show you how to use the pipette before lab starts.” You turn to Kuroo, “I’ll see you later.”

Kuroo gives you a smile, “I’ll message you.”

Atsumu frowns, even as he walks away with you, he looks over his shoulder, chin lifted, attempting to display dominance even until the last moment.

#now accepting boyfriend applications #haikyuu x reader #kuroo x reader #hq x reader #kuroo scenarios #haikyuu scenarios #hq scenarios

200 notes · View notes

realcube · 4 years ago

Text

comfort hcs 💗 feat. overworked! reader

characters: yaku, oikawa, yams & akaashi

trigger warning: swearing

thank you to anon for this sweet request!

morisuke yaku

♡ he has concerned mom energy to i feel like he’d notice that you’re overworking yourself before starts negatively effecting you

♡ once he figures out that you’re actually stressed and he’s not just being paranoid, he will probably hold an intervention where is like ‘sit down, let’s have a cha--’

♡ but you just push him out the way to grab your coat, ‘sorry, sweetheart. i don’t wanna miss my bus!’

♡ DFRTYJUHG he just stood there like a statue looking at you like (●__●) this bitch-

♡ anyway, once you come back from uni/college/school/ work etc yaku insists that you need to sit down and discuss your problems with him

♡ then you’re kinda just like ‘what problems?????’

♡ also, after what happened that morning, yaku was not taking ‘no’ as an answer

♡ no matter what you say

♡ homework? you can do that later

♡ chores? he’ll do them for you if you just listen to him

♡ hungry? you can eat while you listen to him

♡ showering? you smell fine!

♡ so yeah, he will pick you up and carry you to the living room if he has to

♡ he’s probably really serious about the issue bc your feelings aren’t a joke to him but he lined up your favourite plushies on the couch so he could talk to them as a third party when you disagreed with him

♥　♡　♥　♡　♥　♡　♥

“i study in moderation! and i have not been neglecting our relationship; i just need to focus on my studies!” you tutted, averting your gaze from yaku’s as you thought about his accusation; did he really feel as though you had been taking him for granted? because of course, that wasn’t your intention at all and the more you thought about it, the more you realise that perhaps he was right.

yaku rolled his eyes at your response, quite enraged by your dismissive tendencies but he didn’t want to take his anger out on you so he simply turned to the kiiroitori plush that sat beside him, “duck, do you think (l/n) has been overworking themselves and ignoring both of us?”

kiirotori was forced by yaku’s hand to nod in response.

you snorted slightly before trying to furrow your eyebrows in anger once again, “their name is kiiroitori!”

tōru oikawa

♡ dsfghjkl ngl he clearly overworks himself too so he wouldn’t even notice

♡ he’s like ‘oh, you’re spending hours upon hours of a day - losing sleep and energy - to dedicate yourself solely to one thing so you can be perfect at it??? that’s completely normal!’

♡ spoiler alert, it’s not

♡ it’d probably take a third-party to point that what you are both doing isn’t healthy (either iwaizumi or a therapist)

♡ then you’d both look at each other like ⚆_⚆ wut

♡ anyway recovery time ig ✨

♡ he’d definitely just try distract you whenever he sees you studying/training/practising

♡ forget overwork, he doesn’t even let you work

♡ oh and y’all have started having ‘lazy days’ once a month where you make it a point to nothing but each other :))

♥　♡　♥　♡　♥　♡　♥

you both stared at the television, pretending to be absolutely engrossed by jumanji. however, once you let out your fifth sigh that minute, oikawa could tell that you were just as disinterested as he was so he peered over his shoulder to look at you, “this is so boring.”

you nodded, shuffling closer to him so he could drape his arm around your shoulder and bury his nose into your hair. “it’s so hard to just sit here and do nothing when i know that i have a lot to do, y’know?”

oikawa hummed in agreement, “but it’s nice to finally spend some quality time with you, angel.” he placed a kiss on your temple, scooting awkwardly in his seat before pulling you down to lay down next to him on couch.

“yeah,” you purred, happily falling onto the soft cushions while in oikawa’s embrace, “i’ve suddenly had a change of heart - i love these lazy days.”

“that was fast.”

tadashi yamaguchi

♡ it would take him a wile to built up the courage to actually express his concern about you overworking yourself

♡ but until then, he’ll show them in more subtle ways

♡ like if he sees you working at your desk - whether your posture is straight or not - he’ll rush up to you and massage your shoulders/back while talking

♡ he always sends you goodnight texts and gets v snappy when you text him in the middle of the night

♡ ‘tadashi, what did you get for number five on the maths hw?’

♡ if he opens the message and notices that you sent that crazy late at night or the ass crack of dawn, he’ll lose his shit

♡ ‘(Y/N) WHY WERE U UP AT 3AM DOING MATHS HW LITERALLY GO TO SLEEP’

♡ he forces himself to ask you out on dates irl so that if you use work/training/practise etc as an excuse..he can give the puppy eyes 🥺

♡ don’t get me wrong, he’s not manipulative at all but you just overwork yourself so much he think that the teeniest tiniest little bit of fun wouldn’t do you any harm

♡ he literally cares for you so much and he just wants you to be healthy and happy like is that too much to ask ಥ_ಥ

♡ it would take him 3 months of mental preparation to confront you but he’d do it eventually lol

♡ he’d still be super duper nervous though 👉��

♥　♡　♥　♡　♥　♡　♥

“(y/n).” yamaguchi’s soft voice rang quietly through the hallway before he stuck his head inside your room in search for you. he let out a sigh upon noticing that - like always - you were sitting at your desk, drowning in papers of schoolwork.

he hurriedly approached you, suddenly throwing his arms around your shoulders as he hid his face in the crook of your neck before wailing, “(y/n)! i know it’s none of my business but i just think you work yourself way too hard and i see how sleepy you are all the time and you didn’t even eat the cupcakes i made you because you were too busy studying - i thought you loved my cupcakes!”

your eyes widened at the sudden contact and the string of words yamaguchi was babbling in your ear; but you semi-understood what he was getting at. so you steadily turned around to wrap your arms around his neck and rub his spine reassuringly, “i am so sorry, tadashi. i had no idea i was worrying you.”

he shook his head against the skin of your neck, “it’s fine, i worry about everything.” he joked before changing to a more serious tone, “it’s just that-- i think you should care more about yourself. take some time to relax once and a while, y’know?”

his sweet words resulted in your lips curling to a smile while his arms wrapped securely around your body brought you a much-needed feeling of peace, “alright, i’ll try.”

“good.” yamaguchi chirped, pecking your forehead then positioning his face where it was prior, going back to enjoying the feeling of your soft skin agaist his. “-so, are you gonna eat the cupcakes or”

keiji akaashi

♡ he overworks himself too

♡ if anything, i think he’d praise you for being ‘hard-working’ at first ‘:)

♡ but once he notices how much you work and how negatively it’s effecting your mental/physical health, he’ll intervene

♡ like yamaguchi, i think he’d start small by subtly doing things to reverse the effects of your stress

♡ and simultaneously, it kinda helps him too

♡ for example, if you get stress ance, he’ll do a bunch of research on the best skin treatments for it, buy the products then do facemasks with you + create a whole new nightly skincare routine for both of you

♡ or if your not taking care of yourself properly, he’ll book you both in for a spa appointment

♡ or if you’re tense, he’ll get you both massages from those professional ppl that make you strip naked

♡ when they make you get your tiddies out, you know they are a professional masseuse

♡ and he’ll take out on ten times more just to help you relax

♡ also, they’re always slow-paced dates bc like ofc akaashi takes you out to the park/beach for picnics....does he seem the sort of guy to take you bowling?? no.

♥　♡　♥　♡　♥　♡　♥

you sighed as akaashi brought a spoon up to your lips, looking at you expectantly but you simply whined, “keiji, i should be at home studying right now. you know my exam in 5 months, right?” though akaashi wanted to believe you were joking, the seriousness in your voice made it clear that you genuinely thought 5 months was a short period of time - even considering all the work you’ve already done in preparation for it.

so akaashi simply shrugged in response, continuing to prod your lip with the spoon until you parted you lips, allowing the pudding he made to enter your mouth. then, he pulled it out lower it to observe your pouty expression for a moment; you were so cute that he couldn’t help but smile softly.

“i’m sure you’ll do fine, sweetheart. i believe in you.” he said, gripping your waist before placing a tender kiss on your cheek. “for now, let’s enjoy this perfect weather. it only comes around once a year, so why not make the most of it, hm?”

before you were able to reply, akasshi utilized the hand the had on your waist to pull you back onto the picnic blanket with him, so you were both looking up at the pale blue sky, decorated with delicate clouds. “what do you see?” he inquired, gesturing up to the shapes the clouds formed.

you snickered, slowly intertwining your finger with his as you examined the sky for any familiar shapes or silhouettes in the sky. “oh!” you exclaimed, lifting your index finger to point to a particular cloud adorning the sky, “that kinda looks like my maths professor in a gallon hat.”

akaashi snorted, “i have no idea what your maths professor looks like but alright.”

you laughed, lowing your finger but not everting your gaze from the special cloud you spotted, “what about you, babe? what do you see?”

with a moment of hesitation, akaashi immediately replied, “an angel.”

your eyes scanned across the sky for a cloud in the shape on an angel but you simply couldn’t find the one he was referring to, so you whipped your head to the side to see where he was pointing, only notice that his eyes were fixated on you.

“y-you’re such a simp, keiji.”

109 notes · View notes