#i'll miss youuuuu

[knee-stockings]

so idk if i have a full on hoarding problem but it's sure not looking good. my room is an actual mess and filled with so many things that i hardly touch anymore, but the thought of getting rid of them is hard. every time i clear some things out, it feels like more things manifest to take their place, and i'm stuck back at a whole mess that is in danger of growing.

recently i've admitted to myself that most of it is hobby things from hobbies i simply haven't taken part in for years. one of the biggest ones is cross stitch, which i did for years on end, but i actually have not touched any of it in nearly 2 years now...so i'm starting to destash and give away my supplies. some of my coworker friends and/or their spouses actively do cross stitch and are interested, so i've been cleaning my room to gather things for them. still, the thought of letting go of things i haven't used in over a year is painful. i want to be proud of myself for the little progress i'm making, but it's hard to be when i still see a mountain of things to move.

[harbingersecho]

PALLA GRANDE - charred saints

Saint Deja takes the stage

skeletal sculpting done by nikifor aka zdisław inspired by the catacomb saints

[moonsidesong]

i actually really liked ii2 15. god it feels so nice to actually enjoy ii beyond like one singular character again

[mchiti]

I was there when he had hair

[hoodie-prince-kid-archived]

"Knock 'em dead, darling!"

rediscovered my love for Mettaton so I redrew an traditional piece from (i think) 2020! this is the first time i've ever done a redraw and now i understand the satisfaction, my progress is incredibly blatant and i'm very proud <3

original under the cut :)

[nervocat]

WAIT OMG OK I KNOWWWW I SAID I'LL BE LESS ACTIVE BUT OMGOMGOMG FERRIS IS BACK

[akaneenaka33]

Mine arrives soon- it feels so surreal. Wdym the series I picked up by chance 8 years ago has been over for almost a year now?? WHAT DO YOU MEAN THIS IS THE LAST MANGA?!?!?!?!?!

I finally bought the last Noragami volume and I don’t think I'm ready to say goodbye

[amphibiahawks321]

How about kafka reacting to a random girl flirting with mreader and making him uncomfortable.

[Kafka staring at (Random girl) hitting on Y/N from a distance]

Kafka : .....

(Random girl) : Chuckles Aww are you sure you're not free today~?

[Y/N let out an uncomfortable laugh]

M!Reader : S-sorry like I said I have plans today 💧^v^

(Random girl) : how about I give you my number and we can stay in touch~?

M!Reader : I'm actually taken sorry 💧^v^

(Random girl) : But we could still stay in touch y'know~?

[Y/N let out an uncomfortable Chuckle]

Kafka : ....

[Kafka walked up to Y/N from behind]

Kafka : Chuckles is there a problem here~?

M!Reader : O-oh kaf! Hey!

[Kafka caress both of his cheeks]

Kafka : Aww~ did my sweetheart miss me~?

M!Reader Blushing : H-hehe Y-yeah...

Kafka : Oh! And umm... Who is this?

(Random girl) : O-oh! U-ummm a-are you his-

Kafka : partner... Yes...

Kafka : I've seen that you've been hitting on my sweetheart while he already said his taken...

Kafka : now tell me this...

Kafka : Do we still have a problem here...

(Random girl) : N-no! H-haha absolutely not! I-i'll just get going!

[(Random girl) leaves immediately]

M!Reader : .....

M!Reader : Thaaaaaaank youuuuu!

Kafka : Chuckles no problem sweetheart~

[Kafka starts kissing his neck with a smirk]

M!Reader blushing : 💧^//////^

[milliesfishes]

hiiii unsure if you’re taking requests currently, so pls ignore if you’re not. i was thinking maybe Billy has been super busy lately, maybes he’s running a ranch and he’s been super stressed but reader has just been so clingy and needy for him and just wanting some of his attention and it causes him to snap at reader due to all his stress? thank youuuuu!

- 🧸🎀

꣑ৎ౨ৎbilly snaps at you when you're being clingy꣑ৎ౨ৎ fem reader x billy the kid

Toiling over a stack of paper while the candle melted into the brass dish, Billy hadn't looked up for hours. From your place in bed, you wondered if his neck had gotten stiff. But he hadn't lifted it for the entire time you'd been in, undressing and donning your thin nightdress for bedtime.

His back was to you as he scribbled furiously. Maybe some other time he would have turned his head, reached out a big hand to settle on your waist and give you a greeting kiss. But nowadays the only kisses you got were the ones he left nestled in your hair every morning when he got up. When he thought you were still asleep.

You shifted, purposefully ruffling the sheets just to see if he'd notice. Lifting one elbow, you knocked it against the wooden headboard you were propped up on. Nothing. You stared at the blanket in your lap, trying not to let the corresponding emotions to his indifference overwhelm you.

Ever since two ranch hands quit out of nowhere, Billy had taken up the mantle of both physical labor and bookkeeping, letting you assist with very little. You could practically read his mind. He was the provider. He was supposed to keep things wrapped in a pretty package for his girl. But if he bothered do unwrap it he'd see nothing but a growing mass of hurt feelings.

It was silly to miss him when he was here all the time. But you hadn't had a real conversation with him in weeks. He'd rise with the sun and take to the fields and horses while you awoke a little bit later, tending to the house and garden. Sometimes when he saw you on the porch or among the flowers from afar, he'd lift his fingers to his lips and hold them out to you.

The gesture was sweet. And it was the most interaction you had with him. Now Billy was in the same room while awake with you for the first time in who knew how long and his eyes were turned to his paperwork.

You ached for his arms, for his touch and caress. Every night your dreams taunted you with the dulcet memories of how it used to be. He'd wrap you up in his arms, ask you about your day. You'd kiss him between words, too excited to be near him to speak in full sentences. Right now you longed for him to abandon his pen and crawl into bed with you, let you listen to his heartbeat as you drifted off.

Deciding to take matters into your own hands, you leaned forward until you were lying on your stomach, propped up by your folded arms. "Billy?"

The chair creaked as he turned, hand braced on the back. Billy's eyes were tired, and you could see the exhaustion making a home in his bones, practically weighing him down. With a pang, you wished for the thousandth time that he'd let you shoulder some of the burden. "You okay, baby?"

Giving him a sweet smile, you lifted your chin with bright eyes. "Will you come to bed? It's so late."

He cast a glance to the clock on the desk, both hands pointing northwest. A bubble of hope swelled in you when he paused, sure he'd be tugging his boots off in no time and settling between the sheets.

"I've gotta finish this. 'm sorry, sweetheart." The bubble popped, and whatever strings had been holding your shoulders up were cut. You sagged like a broken marionette, the corners of your lips falling slow as molasses.

Straightening up on your knees, you reached out a hand, not giving up yet. "Please?"

Billy stood abruptly, messily gathering the papers strewn across the desk. "I'll move to the other room so the candle doesn't keep you 'wake."

Your brow knitted as sat back on your heels, heart sinking like a stone to the bottom of the river. "Billy-"

"Just go to sleep, darlin'." He ran a weary hand down his face, sounding impatient. You noticed the stubble dotting his chin that he hadn't the time to shave, his messy hair from running his fingers through it periodically.

Sighing, you got to your feet, hands finding his elbows like two butterflies to the centers of flowers. His mouth was a thin line and he released a sharp sigh as he let you touch him, look up hopefully. "I'll come with you to the other room. Keep you company-"

"I said no," he snapped, and your eyes went wide, arms falling flat at your sides.

The strap of your nightdress had fallen off your shoulder, delicately. You felt like a child, staring up at him with wide eyes and loose hair. He looked surprised too, lips parting slightly. Slowly, your fingers found your arms, slithering around them as your gaze fell to the ground by the worn toe of his boots. Your hair curtained your face, hiding you from him.

Billy tried, "Baby-"

"You're right." You cut him off, turning and padding back to bed, sitting at the edge and taking in a shaky breath. It was a trial to keep the upcoming tears from soaking your parchment words. "I should just go to bed."

The papers rustled as he set them down, and you felt a weight on the mattress next to you. You didn't bother to look up, instead letting your back do any talking. Just as his had for the past few weeks.

Billy touched your thigh, warm fingers bypassing the thin fabric of your nightdress as he rubbed up and down once, involuntarily soothing you. His eyes were burning into your head- you could practically feel it. "Hey...baby will you look at me?"

You didn't want to. Tears were pooling in your eyes and you didn't want him to see how badly you were hurting. How cutting three edged words from him proved to be, your feelings from before having rendered you sensitive. But he had asked, and so you lifted your eyes, angry at yourself when a single tear slipped down your cheek.

He exhaled through his nose, bringing you into his arms instantly. One palm pressed your face to his chest as your body felt safe enough to cry, and the other created warm spots on your back as he rubbed up and down.

"'m sorry...'m sorry, baby," he murmured, turning his head to press his lips into your hair. "Shh, I'm sorry. That wasn't right, sweetheart. Kinda man am I talkin' to my angel like that?"

Your arms found their way around his waist like it was home, and you breathed in his scent, your body molding to fit his like always. You might as well have clicked into place. Billy let his cheek rest on your head, still holding your face to his chest.

"'m so sorry," he whispered, and you lifted your head like a turtle from its shell. Billy's eyes were blue as lagoons, even in the dim candlelight. And they were brimming with emotion right now, as he held you consciously for the first time in so long.

You let out a breath, head falling to his shoulder. Pressing your lips there briefly, over the worn fabric of his shirt, you murmured, "I've missed you."

"I've missed you too," he breathed, fingers drawing slow circles into your back. "So much."

A new kind of quiet perfumed the air, though the pollution of tension remained. You sniffled, wondering how long he'd hold you until he got up to finish his task. Would he wait for you to fall asleep? Or maybe disappear again in the morning? Dread poked at your heart even when you turned your back to it.

Billy smoothed his hand over your hair again, his quiet voice putting an end to any other thoughts. "How about I take the day tomorrow, hm? 'm sure they can handle a little time without me." He kissed your hair.

"My girl needs me more."

[its-desca]

Trying to learn how to draw her. Anyways Miss Pauling I'll do ANYYYYTHINGGGG FOR YOUUUUU

[donttxtathebeach]

previous| next

masterlist

a/n

Hi, so I'm getting bored of typing user and different numbers. So if you want, send me your @'s, and then I'll tag you in comments!!

y/n_williams

6M likes

❤️ by haileybieber, sofiarichie, brooke_starkey, and others

A New York minute camera📸 crumbs

sofiarichie You look amazing. I'm just trying to figure out who that man is.

y/n_williams thanks? This feels really backhanded, so I'm just going to smile and accept it. sofiarichie it was, hope that helps

sofiarichie I thought we were closer than that, but I guess not. You think a girl is your best friend.

y/n_williams ohkayyyyyyy

user56 sofia is not holding back

sofiarichie what can i say, im tierd?

haileybieber so cute..........

bellahadid baby, you look so cute!

y/n_williams thank youuuuu

user24 @drewstarkey How are you feeling right now?

drewstarkey at my grown age; I just respect that she seems to be getting the love that she deserves and move on.

brooke_starkey He is actually cowering in a corner crying right now. drewstarkey the fuck I'm not. haileybieber It is ok, Drew. I would be crying if I couldn't get with such a beautiful, smart, drop-dead gogeous, caring woman too. drewstarkey WHEN DID THIS BECOME A GANG ON DREW COMMENT THREAD?

sofiarichie i feel so hurt

y/n_williams sofia get out of my comment section and answer your damn phone I have been calling you for an hour. sofiarichie After an eye-opening conversation, I have been informed; quite frankly, I knew the whole time; he called me and asked about her; I just like being. dramatic.

maliah_williams my beautiful baby and a man i APPROVE of

by y/n_williams

austinwilliams Wait, who is this? I saw your mom looking at the post and had to see for myself.

maliah_williams honey do me a favor and delete the app for me austinwilliams yes, dear. user66 the power she holds over this man

y/nwilliamsupdates can we please bring back the vlogs, i miss them

y/n_williams I have been thinking about it.

haileybieber Plot twist: Sofia and Y/N are secretly the next big power couple, and we’re all just in the audience. 🎬

sofiarichie Can you imagine? It’s all part of the master plan, haha. y/n_williams Let me go call Sofia before she makes part two of this post.

drewstarkey Let’s not forget about the real plot twist: I’m still here, just waiting for the moment Y/N stops acting all mysterious.

austinwilliams @drewstarkey Oh, I see you. Keep your distance from my daughter, son. 👀 maliah_williams That's enough screen time for you, now Austin. drewstarkey @austinwilliams Yeah, no worries sir. Her and I just met again, so we were just trying to navigate our friendship after not seeing each other for so long.

user77 not her dad trying to figure out if Drew is dating Y/N?? What’s going on?

y/n_williams WE ARE JUST FRIENDS!!!

user24 Your feed is just pure joy! It’s impossible not to smile looking at your posts.

gigihadid Y/N’s photo dumps are always next level; they never disappoint!

y/n_williams love you queen

bellahadid Honestly, your photo dumps should be aesthetic.

user78 Everyone is talking about who it is; I'm just trying not to drool at his biceps.

❤️by y/n_williams

y/n_williams REALEST COMMENT IN THIS WHOLE COMMENT SECTION

user80 Every time I scroll past your feed, I have to stop and admire. You’re a whole mood.

user41 This photo dump is giving major I’m living my best life vibes. I need that energy in my life!

user64 The amount of personality in these pics—LIKE, I can feel the energy through the screen. 

drewstarkey posted added to their story!

[coldlovehotblood]

K queen could you please provide me with some izzy fic lmao 😭😭😭😭 so um i'm literally at the end of my uni semester and it's eating me out CAUSE I FEEL SO DUMB LIKE WHY TF AM I GETTING A DEGREE IF I CANT DO BASIC SHIT 💀💀💀💀💀💀 but i needed a super cute angst to fluff izzy fic where yn is going through this and she feels dumb and just bad about it all, and izzy helps her feeling better 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨 literally handed 2 big projects today (i'm a programmer btw but that's irrelevant) and i got 3 tests next week AND I CANT BARELY THINK ANYMORE

Ok i'll shut up bye thank youuuuu

˗ˏˋ✩ˎˊ˗

SMARTY PANTS

The pressure of university is worse than you thought it’d be, swallowing you up before you realise what’s happening. Luckily, your boyfriend is willing to help you forget for a while.

w/c: 2,128

warnings: smut

a/n: haiii sorry for the wait! nah programming sounds like a headache to me you must have one of the biggest brains in all the land. wish i was that smart fr😔 anyway i hope this scratches the Izzy fluff itch and gives you a little boost. YOU’VE GOT THIS I BELIEVE IN YOU!!!!!!!!!!!

GWORGGGG divider by @strangergraphics

You were burnt out. Badly.

Exhaustion wasn’t a strong enough word for it. You were so genuinely close to padlocking your apartment door and going into hibernation in an attempt to catch up on missed shuteye.

Every assignment felt colossal, and put another wall between you and the freedom university was supposed to give you once you moved away from home. You had wanted more space to breathe, more opportunities to explore the world and yourself, more time to spend with your boyfriend…

God, your boyfriend was so good about all of it. He knew when to give you space and when to fill that space. He knew it was eating you alive and kicking your ass. He never gave you grief for periods of silence. You honestly didn’t know how you deserved him.

This occasion was yet another display of his patience.

You were sitting on your bed, staring blankly at the wall, trying to will yourself to get up and do something productive. With assignments being at the forefront of your mind for the past week or two, everything else was left behind. Your room was in disarray, there were clothes to be washed, dishes to be done, the list went on and on. As the minutes ticked by, you got more frustrated with yourself and your inability to keep up with life. You couldn't tell if University was brutal or if you really were eternally a few steps behind.

It was frustrating.

That lump that had been sitting in the base of your throat for the whole day finally loosened up as a sob heaved its way out of you. Vision blurred with tears, you turned to lie on top of your bed covers, but you heard a knock down the hall.

It took an unbelievable amount of effort to haul yourself up from where you lay. You padded over and didn't bother to wipe your cheeks before opening the door. There stood Izzy in leather and dark wash denim, holding a bottle of Jack. The crappy, sparse, yellow light from the hall was dampened greatly by the grin he was sporting, but that quickly faded once he saw your face.

“Baby, are you ok?”

You really started to cry then. He came through the threshold at once and took you into his arms. That gorgeous woody scent you knew as his engulfed you. Wordlessly, he guided you back into your apartment and to the sofa, setting the bottle down in favour of pulling you on top and close.

You tucked your head into his shoulder, seeking more of his cologne as he soothed a hand down your spine, tracing light patterns with his fingertips as he went. You realised then that you could relax a bit and that you were able to shrug off the tight restraints of deadlines that had been digging into you like rough ropes tied too tight.

Your voice was croaky when you eventually thanked him after a few minutes of silence. He shook his head in response.

“Are you feeling any better?”

“A little,” you replied with a sniff.

One of his hands now pushed away some of the hair that had fallen over your face.

“I came ‘cause a while ago you told me today was the deadline for some pretty important things. I wanted to see how you were holding up.”

You moved to look up at him from where you lay, and he dipped his head to look back at you, that same grin from before returning.

“I even brought a friend,” he spoke with a giggle, looking over to where he’d set the liquor bottle down. It was brand new, the amber contents sitting just below the unbroken seal as it ought to be.

You sighed before dropping your head again.

“How did you remember? I know that you and Axl are busy right now.”

“I wrote it down on some paper and kept it in my jacket. Every time I went to grab my lighter, I felt it and remembered. Figured it was the only way I could’ve.”

You were so fond of him it was sickening.

“You’re really dumb.”

“In comparison to you, yeah, honestly. All that computer stuff they have you doing is unbelievable.”

You let yourself feel the vibrations of his voice rumble against your cheek as you took in his words. Following this path had been your dream. Tech had always been an area of interest and pursuing it in university looked like the best path for you. For months, you had scoured high and low, looking for a place that would best accommodate you and the life you dreamed of creating. If you were going to do it, you were making damn sure you’d do it right. With the tech industry in the beginnings of a boom, it really was the best time to start.

However, you severely underestimated the pressure of the workload. You understood what you were getting yourself into when you signed up. You had read the course details a million times over, but actually having those deadlines hanging over your head, actually having those tests back to back with no wiggle room or time for a breather— it was harsh. Much worse than you thought it would be.

On top of that, the content was difficult. You had to take your passion seriously now. That doesn't sound like a big deal until you experience it yourself. It’s so strange, and new information was thrown at you with every lecture. The knowledge being given was amazing, but memorising all of it, being tested on it, brought everything into a different ballpark entirely.

In short, you were finding the rigour of it all extremely hard to keep up with, and the idea of dropping out was starting to paw at you like a dog looking for treats.

“I question why I’m doing it.”

Izzy scoffed and shook his head once more. This time his chin grazed your crown as he did.

“You’re kidding, right? You’re doing it because it’s what you love.”

“It is, but is it worth my sanity? I mean, there is constantly so much going on I feel like I’m losing even the basics.”

He said your name softly as his hand came to your cheek, encouraging your head up to meet his eyes.

“They wouldn’t have let you in if they thought you weren’t capable of keeping up. You are good at what you do, great even. And with this kind of an education? You’ll become fucking insane.”

His words brought you back to earth a bit. What he was saying made sense, but it wasn’t enough to fully satisfy that itching feeling of being behind, the feeling of non-existent eyes drilling into your back everytime you thought about work.

He tapped your cheek with his index and ring finger.

“Hey, let that pretty head rest. Let those projects and stray homework’s be the past and be here with me in the now.”

In the low light of your living room, his silver nose ring glinted as he tilted his head. You wished you could follow his instruction, but doubt is a stubborn thing. Tears filled your lash line again and he made a face so concerned and full of care it brought them on faster.

“Don’t cry, baby, it’s okay. I’ve got you.”

Frustration grew once again and you couldn’t stop the whimper that escaped you.

Suddenly, Izzy’s face changed as he looked into your salt-soaked eyes.

“I know how I can help.”

It was your turn to tilt your head.

“Will you let me take care of you?”

“What—“

“Just trust me,” he whispered, smiling handsomely as he came closer. You could feel his breath tickle your face a little bit with the proximity.

You were sinking deeper into a pool of uncertainty by the second, and he offered a hand to pull you to the surface. How could you refuse?

“Please,” you breathed back before he pressed his lips to yours.

Kissing him was like blinking, it came naturally and you didn’t have to think about it. Your mouths moved in sync so well it was easy to get lost in it. He was soft against you, each brush of lips like waves melting into each other upon impact. Seamless.

He wrapped his arms around your waist and flipped the two of you gently so that he was hovering above you. Carefully, Izzy brought one hand down your body as he kept the other propped beside your head on the armrest, slowly dragging it lower and lower as he continued to kiss you.

He then pulled away from your mouth as he sat up straighter, giving himself two hands to meet at the waistband of your bottoms.

“What you need, sweetheart, is a distraction. That is something I can most certainly give,” he spoke, wiggling his eyebrows and making you laugh. Fingers under the fabric, he hesitated.

“Is this ok? We don’t have to do anything, it’s just an idea.”

He was too good to you. So sweet it’d be no time at all before every one of your teeth would have to be capped with silver.

“I trust you.”

That’s all the confirmation he needed before pulling them all the way down, taking your panties along with the movement. He was careful but quick.

“You’re so gorgeous here,” he muttered, not taking his eyes off of your exposed lower half.

You blushed bright as you wiped at your eyes, loathing the tight feeling that came to your cheeks once tear tracks dried. Izzy ever so gently encouraged you to open your legs wider with his hands, parting them to place himself in between.

He lowered himself then to your hip, leaving a trail of wet, open-mouthed kisses, whispering praises as he crept closer and closer to where you needed him most. You shivered as arousal bloomed in your stomach. Your being sung under his touch.

He stole one more glance of you, eyes glittering with excitement. He looked ready to buzz out of his skin and squeal. Every time he did this, you were left in disbelief at how eager he could be. You couldn’t decide if it was you or him that got off more to things like this.

Finally, he closed the gap between him and you, and you sighed with contentment. Izzy licked a stripe over your core and pleasure coursed throughout your body. Hypnotised, you let him have his way.

He was too good at it, knowing just how and where to brush his tongue in order to drive you mad. You didn’t realise it, but his lapping really was making you blank.

You were relaxing.

He built you up steadily and at the brink of orgasm he left you hanging, stunning you out of the bubble he’d lulled you into. This continued a couple of times as he made sure your brain was left mush and static.

Once satisfied with your state, he let you reach that dizzying peak of pleasure and tipped you over the edge, ecstasy bursting you open and leaving a supernova in it’s wake for your boyfriend to appreciate; the fruit of his labour: a lax-bodied, simple-minded version of you.

You panted with him as he brought you to his chest once again. You couldn’t really say anything but his name at that point so you opted for silence and squeezing him tight.

“Told you I knew,” he said huskily into your ear, nipping your lobe playfully.

It took a second for the words to come out, but you did eventually reply, “okay smarty pants, we get it.”

He laughed, the sound ringing loud and bright through the room before moving an arm under your knees and standing up, princess carrying you through your apartment to the bedroom. As he went, he continued his teasing, insisting you call him ‘ the smartest motherfucker to ever walk the earth’ before he tucked you in and took his place behind you, curled up tight to your back.

Worn out and kept cozy by Izzy’s warmth, it wasn’t long before sleep took you. You’d decided university was a problem for future you, as you at the time was more occupied thinking of all the ways they could prove they are the smarter motherfucker.

You were terribly in love, and, in that moment, that was what trumped everything else.

Also, you had a bottle of Jack Daniel’s waiting for you. That’s an immediate plus.

[aphroditesswan]

MISS MA'AM YOUR KINICH FICS ARE DELICIOUS 😋 Thank you for feeding me I AM reading allat for him, and perchance if you have the time for anything under your sleeves.. I'll be eating your fics up 🤤

PLSSS THANK YOUUUUU n dw baby i got so much more coming up 👅👅

stay tuned yall im in a good place to write and im feelin freaky 🫦

[hoesandnuggs]

It’s a Funny Story, Actually…

Please be kind, this is my first imagine

———

When you had first got involved with Leah, you were both 15. You'd met at an England camp and became friends, soon becoming more as you both realised you cared for each other a little more than you did for others. By the time you'd both had your 23rd birthdays, you'd been together for 8 years, longer than some marriages last.

You knew from the moment you met her you wanted to be hers for life. So the conversations you had about marriage and your future life together weren't anything terrifying.

When Leah had been asked to do an interview about your relationship, she felt happy.

It's not like she didn't already share you with the world. She was so proud to be yours and never shied away from public affection. She'd happily post pictures of you both, as well as kissing you after games, or mentioning you in passing comments in interviews.

"Baby, I've been asked if we can talk about our wedding and stuff. Are you okay with that?" She'd asked you as soon as she'd found out what it was about.

"Yes my love, it's all okay. Just don't make me look bad," you joked, curling her into your arms even more.

"We've never really spoken about it before," she replied, a thoughtful look gracing her features.

"Its never been the right time I guess." You responded, kissing her cheek gently before finding her hand where her wedding band stood proudly.

"I never imagined getting married until I met you," she said, a smile forming on her lips as she looked down at you from her higher ground on your lap.

"Save all the nice things for the interview babe."

And she did.

She was upset that you weren't able to come with her as originally planned, but a meeting with your agent had sprung up last minute and you couldn't find a work around.

"Leah, great to finally meet you." The interviewer said, whilst the crew were setting up the cameras. She engaged in small talk, as a text from you finally came through.

Lover🤍

Goodluck my love. I know you'll be just fine. I'll pick you up afterwards and we can go grab some dinner. You'll do fantastic as always. Miss you. Love youuuuu❤️❤️❤️

To: Lover🤍

Thank you love. Dinner sounds lovely, I'll hopefully be done by 7, but I'll text you as soon as I know anything. Miss you too. Love you toooooo🤍🤍🤍

Leah smiled as she put her phone away, waiting for the interview to start.

"So we're here today with Lioness Captain Leah Williamson, a different kind of interview than you're probably used to. Today we’re talking relationships."

"Yes so I've only ever had one relationship, the one I'm currently in. I met my wife when we were both 15 at an England camp, and we've never looked back since."

"So that's 10 years you've been together?"

"Yes, 10 years next month actually. "

"So you and your wife, Y/n Williamson, formerly Y/N L/N, got married 2 years ago?"

"We we're both 23, already been together for 8 years and we just knew it was the right next step. We got a lot of people commenting on it, saying we were to young to commit to the rest of our lives but when you've been with someone for that length of time, you just know, and we did."

"Did you propose or did she propose to you?"

"She proposed to me, although, it's a funny story actually."

———

You knew how close she was with her family. That was perhaps the only reason you stood outside the door of Leah's childhood home about to ask for her hand in marriage.

You were nervous, slightly. Amanda loved you, like her own, often telling everyone about her three kids, which brought a bit of confusion when they met you.

"Are you ever going to knock?" Amanda asked as she cracked open the front door. The smile on her lips wouldn't last long.

"No," her frown evident as she sat opposite you over the breakfast bar.

"We're ready." You tried, but you could tell that Amanda was stubborn with her choice.

"I won't deny that you are y/n, I know you're ready to take that next step, I just don't think Leah is. You're both only 23, you're still so young, you don't have to rush. Marriage is a big commitment, judt think about it some more," Amanda explained, but your heart had already shattered.

You weren't really expecting her to say no, and had the whole thing already planned out, the ring sat safely hidden away in your bedside draw, where you knew she'd never look. You knew Leah would love the date you had planned, and instead of wasting the cancellations you took her on it anyways.

Leah had butterflies from the moment you'd asked to take her out.

After your conversation in bed a month or two back, she'd been waiting for you to take her out and ask her to be yours forever.

The flowers that had arrived at her door were the first sign, the most beautiful bouquet of roses she'd ever seen.

And then you showed up at her door, dressed to the nines and a smile painted on your lips.

"God, you're so beautiful," you said with a smile, Leah's heart beating at a unknowing pace.

The compliments didn't stop there, and neither did the romance. Every stop in the journey, Leah waited for this to be the location you dropped to your knee and asked her you be yours.

But you never did.

As much as Leah loved the date, she'd also felt her heart break as it came to an end and she still didn't have a ring on her finger.

She didn't sleep that night, wondering if she hadn't been obvious enough in her approach. But you'd literally sat in bed on night and told each other that you were ready, that you'd only ever want each other. Maybe you just hadn't been ready just yet.

Her thought ran wild as she slept peacefully on her chest, her hand running through your hair.

"Are you sure you don't want to come?" Leah asked, hugging you from behind as you washed up the dishes you'd dirtied from breakfast.

"It's okay baby, I've got some things to take care of this afternoon. Maybe if you're still there at dinner I'll pop over." You smiled, giving her a kiss as she sighed.

It wasn't like you to miss family time. Especially when Amanda was making one of your favourites. Leah chalked it down to some of the stresses you'd had with your agent over the last few weeks, trying to cement a contract that you were worthy of at Arsenal, so you could stay with her.

"The pictures you sent me were lovely," Amanda said as she sat at the table with a tea in her hand, a juice for her daughter who still didn't drink hot drinks.

"Yeah it was amazing," Leah sighed, the frown that graced her forehead for a few seconds was not missed by her mother.

"Okay," she longed out, "that wasn't the reaction I was expecting."

"It was amazing, the most romantic date we've ever been on, and I thought she was going to propose, and she just-" Leah's heart sank, her head fell into her hands as she tried to contain her tears, therefore missing the reaction from her mother.

"She just what?" Amanda said, her hand squeezing lightly on her daughters shoulder in a weak attempt of comfort.

"She just didn't. We've literally spoken about it. I told her I only want her, that I'm ready. She said she was too and I guess I thought she meant she was ready now." Leah still hadn't been able to understand it, but seeing her mothers face made her question what she'd thought of you.

"Would you have said yes?" Amanda asked.

"Without a doubt. I don't want to wait another second." Leah replied.

Your phone buzzed a few seconds after your girlfriend had text you to let you know she was on her way home and that she'd pick up a Nandos for you both on her way back.

You assumed it would be Leah again, but was surprised when you saw Amanda's name on your screen.

"I'm sorry," she said before you even had chance to say hello.

"What have you got to be sorry for?" You laughed slightly, trying to hide your fear. What if she'd said something to Leah and she was coming back to end it.

"I said she wasn't ready and I was wrong, she is ready. You're both ready and I had no right to tell you otherwise. Go get the ring and do it." Amanda rushed down the phone, you could tell she was upset with herself.

"I've already got the ring, Amanda." You laughed.

"I'm home baby," Leah called, kicking off her shoes and heading straight to the kitchen to plate up your food.

"Babe?" She asked when you hadn't responded, only to find you stood in the garden, the fairy lights you'd hung up on the fence when you'd first moved in a-light.

"Darling, what's all this?" She asked as she made her way outside, confused by the roses in your hands.

"I love you," you started, as you handed her the roses. She gave them a sniff before she took in your nervous form. Placing them on the small outdoor table you had, she took your hands in hers, thanking you with a light kiss.

"I love you too." She said with a smile.

"This isn't what I had planned, but I can't wait another second." Still with your hands in hers, you dropped to one knee, only letting go to find the ring that was burning in your back pocket.

"I want to spend the rest of my life with you. 8 years is not enough time to have loved you, and I want to have the opportunity to love every single year you spend on this earth. You are my everything Leah and I-" you stopped when you felt a wet drop on your hand and looked up to find her crying.

"Please don't cry gorgeous," using your thumb to wipe away the tears on her cheeks.

"They're happy tears, I promise," she spoke through a sob. "Ask me." She demanded.

"Leah, will you make me the happiest girl alive and be my wife?" You ask.

She nods her head, slowly at first, but it quickly turns into a vigorous shake.

"Yes! Yes, yes," she said as she gives you her hand and allows you to slip the ring onto her finger.

She smiled at it for a second, before throwing herself into your arms.

"I thought you were going to propose the other day," she said, calming down enough to speak.

"It's a funny story actually."

To: Mum

She did it🤍

[hoodie-prince-kid-archived]

Guess who's back, beauties?~

[short-black-diamond]

HI DIAMOND!! :D

I finished reading your fic to my request and it was really fun!! Although what I had in mind was different, it was still fun! I really like how it really matches the vibe :DD

But I'm here to explain the nanbaka reverse au: so basically there's like this one picture I found of cell 13 wearing different guards' outfit so I went like "Oh my god what if the guards and prisoners had a reverse role" like it would be so cool

That's my whole thought process :]

- 🍰nom

Naaaw, now I wanna see that pic too... Anyways, my precious 🍰nom, I'll start with headcannons and then I will just recreate one of the scenes if that's alright with you, okay?

Warnings: Nanbaka on crack, hopefully funny scenes, swearing

---

Don't let your guard down!

To be honest, Hajime didn't even deserve to be here

He was just minding his business when all of a sudden, some drunk guy came to him and punched him

And that's how he somehow ended up here, in Nanba

Nanba as itself was nice, but the inmates as well as the guards there were a bit stupid

For example there was one building, where apparently two "handsome" guards, aka Trois and Honey, went to events for who was the most pretty person, along with their "handsome" inmate, Kiji Mitsuba

why were there even events for handsome prisoners and guards??

Or when he saw a blue haired woman who glared at him?

Hajime always shuddered when he thought about her glare.

Then there was his old friend, Mitsuru Hitokoe who was way too loud, and even though Hajime held him somwhat dear to him, he was glad he didn't have to share a cell with him.

but when looking at his own guards?

No thanks

---

Hajime didn't like this. One. Bit.

Why couldn't he just chill in his own cell? He could've been more productive. He'd even share a cell with the monkey inmate, Samon Gokuu. At least he could fight against him...

But here? In cell 13?

Nah, everything was shit.

He had to share his precious cell with the crybaby Seitaro Tanabata, who got bullied by the four guards who were supervising this building. The other cellmate was Yamato Godai, who was eerily fond of training his body and tormented his it with a sunshine face.

Yeah, Hajime didn't get why or how these two guys could end up doing a crime that they'd end up here in Nanba, but oh well.

"Hajime~!", Uno's voice echoed, and Hajime 'Tsk!'ed only at the approaching footsteps of the young guard. "Did ya miss us~?"

"Hell no. Now leave me alone.", he only grumbled, facing the door with his back.

Uno only chuckled before he started speaking again. "A special inmate would like to speak to youuuuu!"

Hajime only had a vague idea of who it might be.

Samon? Maybe. Or that dog like guy...what was his name?

Yakuza...yokai...Ah! Yozakura Kenshirou!

"Who is it?", he only asked impatiently before he got dragged out. Uno was humming happily ahead while Hajime was thinking of a way to escape or at least go back to his cell, but Uno's grip was terrifyingly strong.

"Say...where's the rest of you? You know, Jyugo, Nico and Rock?"

"They are speaking to her. That's why I'm dragging you there as well, you know? To be honest, it should've been one of the others to take you there. She was so pretty!"

All Hajime heard was Uno's annoyingly high pitched voice as the guard described the girl to him. Hajime had a feeling that he knew that girl all too well.

When they finally arrived the cell, tick marks appeared on Hajime's temple and neck.

"What the hell are you doing here?!", the inmate yelled, but got hit by Rock.

"Hello Hajime!", the person on the other end of the visiting room greeted.

The guards looked back and forth between the blonde and the bald one.

"So what gives? You said you didn't have a girlfriend Haji-"

"Don't change the subject!", the inmate yelled.

"That's his girl? Ah, there's no way.", Rock said.

"Out of his league.", Uno stated.

"You catch her at a low point?", Nico asked.

"You freaking punks-", Hajime started, but got interrupted by the blonde.

"Big brother, who are all these boys?", the relative asked, and the guards repeated the words "big brother" in an asking manner.

"Oh so are these your friends?"

"Like hell they are!"

The blonde haired person then looked at the guards with a smile. "Everyone, please take care of my brother."

and they answered with blushing faces. "Sure~!"

However, Jyugo had a question. "What's the deal Hajime? You never told us you had a sister."

Undo chimed in, again with his high pitched voice. "It's also kinda rude that you haven't untroduced us yet!"

"Her dress is adorable!", Nico complimented the blonde.

"Almost as cute as her.", Rock said while averting his eyes.

"He's my brother.", Hajime only said.

"Huh?"

"This is my little bro-ther.", Hajime pronounced.

His brother smiled. "Hitoshi Sugoroku."

And then the guards lost it. They all screamed and Uno asked Jyugo something weird. "You said you liked boys too, right, Jyugo?!"

And he just nodded. "Yep, I did."

Hajime just couldn't with these idiot guards.

___

Hello again! I hope this was okay, I didn't really know what else to write, so this is it for now! Tbh it was kinda short in my opinion...

Please write in the comments how you found it, and yeah!

Read you in the next post!