#knowing what is going through her head rn makes me SAD

[barrenstars]

@wistrea : there was no word on yuuichiro's condition yet, and the silence in the hall was nearly deafening. kira does not think she realizes how she herself was trembling as she pulls petra towards her, wanting to comfort the girl while simultaneously anchoring herself to reality when she feels her very heart breaking to pieces. for petra's sake ... she was trying to be strong, she knew how much petra loved yuu, and not knowing if he was actually going to wake up was shattering them both. kira needed to know her little brother was okay, just as petra needed to know if her boyfriend would ever smile again. she hugs the girl close, pressing a kiss to the top of her head in a manner that was meant to be comforting. ❛      he'll be alright.      ❜ she tells her, sounding as though she was trying to convince both of them. ❛      he's stubborn, you know that. yuu won't leave because he knows it'll make you sad. okay, kid?      ❜

the strong smell of the disinfectant is the only thing that keeps petra rooted, otherwise she thinks she would float off somewhere, somewhere where things were okay. where no one had been killed or harmed. where shibuya station was still in working order, people were getting on trains laughing and chatting with each other. where it hadn't been one of the worst incidents to date. yuu is the only thing on her mind yet her mind is blank. she can't think, she can barely breathe. her chest hurt so bad she thinks her heart is giving out, but she was acutely aware of what it was. it was heartbreak. however, she's never felt it as bad as this before.

an arm wraps around her and she remembers where she is, remembers who she is with. yet, she can't even turn to face the woman. all she can do is stare ahead of her, replaying the scene in her head. when she rushed to the scene in shibuya, only to see yuu... she thought she had lost him then and there. but was this any better? is this just prolonged pain? her thoughts are cut off when she feels lips on her head, pressing a comforting kiss to her crown, which actually does little to comfort her. it just brings her back to earth, mentally, enough so that she could actually muster the brain power to speak. that is if she can force her brain to function.

❝ i can't... ❞ it's the first time she's spoken since the incident, so her voice is a little hoarse, and the many hours of wailing and screaming did a number on her throat. ❝ i can't live without him... ❞ perhaps it sounded selfish, maybe a little stupid. but petra realised one day, as she sat beside her bright and bubbly boyfriend, watching him stuff his face with food and trying to talk at the same time, that she loved him and wanted to spend the rest of her life with him. only, they hadn't even lived long enough to get married, and whatever cruel god existed was already trying to tear him from her arms. no, it's not that she can't live without him, simply that she doesn't want to.

[greyedian]

MAN I'm seriously so sad about season 2. Bc I wish act 2 had the same emotional impact on me as it appears to have on so many others. But rn I'm just somewhere between unable to care and actively annoyed by some of those writing decisions. Seriously the more I think about it the less I like it.

[peachhcs]

there’s another trend going around tik tok rn of girls telling their boyfriends that they’re not gonna sleepover tonight and it’s seriously sooo cute. could you do something like that for Will and samy?

WAIT YES also the tiktok ban is making me so sad omg ive been on that app since MUSICAL.LY DAYS (edit: ok tiktok is back so crazy)

i feel like will would be really confused honestly because it would be like samy’s visiting him and he’s like what do you mean?? where else are you gonna go?? 🤨🤨

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the fans loved whenever samy posted a tiktok with will because it almost always meant she was getting him into some trouble or poking fun at him without his knowledge.

she set up her phone where will would just think she was doing something on it and not think she was recording him. he was in the kitchen making them something for dinner as samy started recording and trying to act causal so he wouldn’t catch on.

“by the way, i don’t think i’m gonna sleepover tonight. i’m not really feeling it,” samy said and angled her phone to catch her boyfriend’s reaction.

his head popped up, “what do you mean?”

“like i dunno, i don’t really wanna sleepover,” the brunette shrugged.

will stopped what he was doing to fully look at her while samy sort of avoided his gaze and tried keeping the smile from catching her lips, “are you okay? is something wrong?” the boy grew concerned and confused.

“i’m fine, just don’t wanna sleepover.”

his puzzled expression was taking everything in the soccer player not to laugh, “uh..well..okay. where are you gonna go then if not here?”

“i dunno. maybe mack’s place? or i’ll text blaire. i’m sure she’ll love to have me,” samy chuckled.

will stood there dumbfounded. he started picking his brain for anything he did wrong or something he said that was making samy not wanna spend the night with him. he was so just confused because there wasn’t really anywhere she could go but his place.

“are you sure you’re okay? did i do something?” will finally walked away from the kitchen to stand a bit closer to the girl on the couch.

samy shook her head, “no, i’m just..wanna sleep somewhere else.”

the blonde tried to not let the hurt show on his face while he felt it in the tug of his heart, “o-okay. i-i mean i can sleep on the couch? we don’t have to sleep in the same bed if that’s..if that’s the problem..”

“no, no. i just..wanna go somewhere else is all,” samy finally caught his gaze and she did see the hurt slipping through it as much as will tried hiding it.

she couldn’t take it anymore seeing her boyfriend look at her like that. she quickly jumped up to throw her arms around him and stopped recording.

“i’m just kidding, it was a prank, i promise. it was for tiktok,” the girl quickly giggled.

“seriously? i thought i did something wrong,” will rolled his eyes and playfully pushed her away.

“i’m sorry, baby. i was just kidding. i do wanna sleepover with you,” she kissed his cheek and followed him back into the kitchen.

“i was just so confused because i didn’t know where else you could go that wasn’t here. those tiktok pranks are mean,” will pouted a bit dramatically making the brunette chuckle.

“i know, i’m sorry. you did nothing wrong. i love you and you’re perfect,” samy pecked his cheek again.

“i love you too,” will mumbled.

needless to say, the fans ate the video up and mostly loved how concerned will was that he might’ve done something wrong to upset the girl.

[bambisnc]

     i guess the time has come [ft. p.hn]

-> recap : “hanniii,” iroha says, throwing an arm around your best friend’s shoulder, “i can’t believe you left your ~girlfriend~ moka here all alone… she’s been pining after you for ages now~.” you quietly slip out before you can hear her response.

GENRE : angst wbk uwu TW/CW : girl idk i tried to make it sad WC : 0.6k (chat did u notice how the no. of words keeps decreasing ...) XOXO : 🤷🤷+ [series m.list]

it’s raining. 

it’s raining and you’re still in school long after the bell signaling the end of the day; embroiled in the committee plans for the upcoming school festival. 

it’s raining when you see hanni’s lone figure walking back through the school gates. she doesn’t see you though, her eyes too busy focusing on her phone screen. 

a minute later, you hear a familiar notification from your own phone.

● hanniiee (cutest bestest most perfect bff) :3 😏 guess who’s at school rn … 

● you well. me

● hanniiee (cutest bestest most perfect bff) :3 WHAT WHERE WHY 

● you  dumbass look up

her head swoops up, and you swear you could almost count the stars upon stars in her eyes which look around in search of you.

you wave to catch her attention.

and when she waves back, for a second it’s just the two of you in the entire world.

hanni races over to meet you and you almost want to scold her because the ground is already wet – what if she slips or something? but somehow the sight of her eagerness is enough to quell all the other feelings bubbling inside you. 

“yn~? jesus did you zone out on me?” hanni teasingly asks. 

you shake your head, “i wouldn’t dare.” 

“mwah <3 that’s more like it. hey so why are you in school so late anyway?” 

before you reply, you take a moment to look at your best friend. hanni shakes the umbrella slightly to rid it of the water. 

when she looks up, she doesn’t meet your eyes. she’s looking at someone else. 

“ah-! moka, there you are! i can’t believe you’d make me come all the way here just to get you an umbrella.” 

you don’t turn around. 

“pft. why? am i not allowed to disturb the ever-too-busy-for-me pham hanni for a teeny-tiny little favor?~” 

hanni walks behind you, shoulder brushing yours ever so slightly. her clear laugh is what finally propels you to turn around and stop staring at the blank wall in front of you.

“well~ i might make an exception for you. just because you’re a cutie <3”

“my my, such an honor isn’t it? oh right! i wanted to ask your opinions on the dance my club members and i were preparing for the festival!!”

“oooh dance~? yeah you did mention that earlier … ”

?..

she and hanni go on talking about something; you’d be damned if anything actually registered in your brain. you can’t really bring yourself to interrupt them either.

but anymore of this,... you don’t think you’ll be able to handle.

“hi moka..! um also hanni my work’s already done so i’ll be leaving now-” it’s genuinely nothing less than a herculean task for you to be able to layer your words with a thick coating of nonchalance. 

it’s all you can do to act normal. at least for now. 

at least in front of her.

“already?” hanni whines, “aw can’t you stay longer? what’ll i do here without you :( ~” 

you’d do anything for her. 

“i really can’t,” you smile, “moka.. you’ll keep hanni company though, yeah?”

she looks shocked to hear you say her name. to be fair, you are too. 

“yeah i’ll- i’ll be here.”

hanni, bless her heart, immediately offers you her umbrella, “here-! take this, it’s still pouring out there.” the same umbrella which she had come all the way here to give to moka. 

“wouldn't you two need it though?” you ask.

“no.” her hand is looped through moka’s. you don’t remember since when they were standing like that. 

since when they even became a concept. 

(you know you’re overreacting but wasn’t it supposed to be the two of you against the world?)

“i think we’ll manage without, it’s fine really.” 

hanni’s smile bids you farewell.

you leave the umbrella right by the gate where hanni’s bag was kept. you couldn’t take it and leave the 2 of them umbrella-less in good conscience. 

you also can’t help thinking of another universe.. one in which she’d run after you, through the rain. like a scene from the one of those cheesy rom coms you used to binge all the time.

… looking up at the grey sky, you’re almost grateful for the rain and how it streams down your face.

𐙚 . regulars : none yet! ⋆

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[fourmoony]

Hi! I don’t know if you’re taking requests right now but your writing is so beautiful and genuinely so captivating!

I was hoping for a possible angst / fluff kinda fic! With Remus x reader

Starting off how the two met in school and how they became friends so fast + the rest of the group…going onto how the two began dating in their 3-4th year at school…onto when they left school into a proposal and marriage.

Then when the war begins again is when the angst slips in..maybe how Remus finds reader under some rocks or even them protecting Remus..for them both to be together at the end with their hands holding and it’s all angsty!

If this isn’t your cup of tea that totally okay! <33

Hi lovely!! Thank you so much for requesting!!

this is heavy on the angst, little on the fluff, hope that's okay!!

remus lupin x reader | masterlist - 1.9k words

from the vaults, since writing gives me the heebies rn

cw - death

Remus remembers the day he met you; your pristine, fresh pressed Hogwarts robes, and your swotty attitude, charging down the Express like a tyrant, wielding confidence he sorely lacked. You'd been on the hunt for whoever set off the stink bomb just outside the carriage you were in (it was James, showing off to Sirius, their friendship quickly and surely bonded together with the residual smoke of that foul little rock). Remus remembers you, often, that way. Always ready to take responsibility - or force it onto others, for their actions - and do what you believed to be right.

He knew in that exact moment, with the soundtrack of James and Sirius' hysterical laughter, the smell of pure, unbridled dung lingering in the air, that you were the bravest person he'd ever known, that when the sorting hat was sat atop your head mere hours later, there'd be no pause, no debate, you were Gryffindor through and through.

The only thing Remus hadn't accounted for, was that he, too would be placed in Gryffindor - with his nauseous stomach, shaking hands, and scars that made him feel small, rodent like, a glint of gold in the window that catches the eye long enough to peak interest, but amounts to nothing worthy of attention; rather, disgust.

Remus still sees a lot of that up-tight, bossy attitude in you, now. But more than anything, your bravery prevails. The war has taken a lot from you, from everyone he holds dearest. The first time, it was hard. Bearable, because James and Lily were alive, because Sirius wasn't locked up and losing his mind in Azkaban. There was hope, because they had Harry, and nothing was going to happen to any of them because everyone had to live to see Harry grow up.

Fools. The lot of them had been fools, he realises. This time, it's different, harder. There are no friends, no family left. It's you, and it's Remus. It breaks Remus' old, cobwebbed heart to see everything that has been taken from you both. The innocence, the joy. All that's left of you, these days, is bravery. Bravery that shines so bright, like a leading light, bravery that holds him together on the bad days, bravery that pulls sad, scared Remus out of his cocoon of dread and fear, forces him into the light. You've always been good at that - at love, at protecting the people whom you love.

It's what you do. They hadn't known it at the time - and really, how could they have? - but James and Sirius set off a stink bomb outside the carriage of a young muggle-born girl, terrified of her new school, her future, what this change would do to her. The stink bomb went off and Mary MacDonald had dissolved into hysterical tears. From the moment you came into Remus' life, you've been a protector. Your heart is your leading light, your entire being, a soul so pure it'd make angels weep.

He shouldn't be surprised. Really. The minute it the south wall of the castle blows up, Remus should know the lengths you'll go to. The things you will do to make sure the people you love are safe.

There's dust and rubble everywhere, clouding his vision, choking him until he can't breathe, and in the minute before the wall crumbles around you, your body taking ninety percent of the blast, hands fast in pushing Remus so hard he has no choice but to stumble back, away, in a daze, he sees your eyes. They're calm. So calm it's unnerving. He knows everything that people will say you never got the chance to tell him. He's known since he was sixteen everything you feel for him, the love, the gratitude, the admiration.

You've had a life together. Not all of it has been good - war and death, losses and pain so unimaginable Remus wonders how either of you ever got through it. But the quiet moments, the happy moments, not marred by battle, or grave stones, weeping, or bone crushing sorrow. The moments where all that mattered was both of you, the love, the happiness; the joy Remus felt with you is nothing he ever thought he'd get to experience, would ever deserve.

He knows. He knows you love him, he knows you're okay with the choice you've just made. But he's surprised.

In all the years you've spent together - all the funerals you've attended together, planned together - he always thought that when the time came, you'd both go together. Asleep, old and decrepit. Something peaceful, after the life you'd shared.

But the blood is still thrumming in his veins, the cogs in his brains till whirring as he stares at the pile of rubble that's fallen around you. He thinks, rather foolishly, and only for a second, that you may have survived. He thinks your sheer will and determination could still be pulsing in your heart, the bravery you wear so honestly wrapped around you like a coat of armour. But the bond that ties you to him, the mating bond, the marriage bond - Remus has never known which is which, it's all an overwhelming amount of love, to him - pulls taught. It snaps, like wisps of smoke between you, and Remus breaks with it.

He breaks so fast and so hard that the world crumbles around him and he loses track of where he is, what he's fighting for. It comes out of nowhere, a flash of light, of bright green light and Remus is grateful to be spared of the agony, because it's barely been two minutes and he had already felt like he was dying, anyway. The pain is nothing, in comparison to losing you, to live in a world without your laugh, your smile, your hard-headed attitude. He couldn't have done it, and so he feels peace as he crumples to a heap on the ground.

Maybe a silly part of him thought that you'd be waiting at the other end. In a way, you are. But, also, you're not. Because he's watching you as you charge down the Astronomy Tower stairs, the fourteen-year-old version of himself hot on your heels. He remembers this like it was yesterday. He'd kept his secret from you so well until that year, when the growth spurt started and the wolf got bigger and the scars ran deeper, in more noticeable places. The one that ran across his face.

You'd been horrified, he remembers. The look of unbridled fury as you demanded to know who on earth had done such a thing. You were never horrified of him. No. Just the mere idea that someone had hurt him, and it made Remus feel loved, protected. You made him feel loved and protected.

He watches as you reach the bottom of the steps, twirling to face him with your signature unimpressed scowl. He feels fondness like a ball of sunlight in his chest, mouthing the words 'you're a dirty liar, Remus Lupin!' along with you, the sound of your posh swotty accent ringing in his ears.

He'd went back to his dorm that night and made the decision to tell you, came up with a plan, the easiest way to break it to you. You arrived at his door two hours later, half way through his idea list, and told him you'd figured it out. He knew then that he loved you. For all you were bossy and uptight, he loved you, your impatience, your brain, your heart. Remus was in love.

You fade from his view and Remus steps forwards as though he might be able to grab you, keep you there. But the sound of your voice ringing out turns him on the spot, and you're by the black lake, picking daisies with Sirius to make daisy chains. The memories come flooding through, reliving his life through the good moments and the bad. He watches you both fight, cry, makeup. Getting together was a long, painful process, too many miscommunications, missed opportunities. You never did nail down how to express any feelings other than anger and frustration.

But the moment he had you, Remus never let go.

He watches the memories flash by, remembers every one with a heart so full it could burst. A beautiful life, is what he had. Painful, marred by coldness and death and a beast in his heart that he could never tame. But it was beautiful, and it was full of laughter and love, and joy because he had you.

There's your first kiss, heated and mid argument - because back then, Remus had to rile you up enough to snap just to get a lick of emotion from you. You were brave in many ways. Emotions were not one of them. All the milestones are there, flitting past faster than Remus would like. The end of O.W.L. exams, the party that followed, the frantic, unpracticed hands that flitted over each other's bodies in a secluded hallway that night. Summers at the Potter Estate, lounging in the meadows by the cool stream, fires and empty cans of cider, laughing until his bones hurt and his eyes shone with tears.

Your first flat, old and dingy, but you'd danced that first night in the kitchen for so long that the broken heater didn't matter. You'd made it a home.

The day Remus proposed, terrified out of his bloody mind, shaking so hard he dropped the ring box and you'd yelped as the silver banded ring went flying. He saved for years for that ring. You'd said yes, tears of joy and love and elation at spending the rest of your life with him, and spent the next hour looking for the ring in the grass with the help of Padfoot.

You walking down the aisle, a vision of pure beauty, that signature smile you reserved only for Remus, who was waiting at the end wondering what on earth he ever did to deserve you.

Snippets of a life well-spent fly past in a hurry, the blink of an eye, and Remus begins to feel melancholy. The rest of eternity as a conscious soul, reliving all of his best memories, but missing you still. He wonders if you feel the same, if you're watching the best parts of your life fly by, wishing there was more time, more words, more everything.

"We wasted so much time forgetting what life was like, then." Your voice is soft, wistful.

Remus turns and you're there, lips pressed in a thin line, looking very much like you're ready to scald him for following you this far. But Remus Lupin decided a long time ago that he'd follow you to the ends of the earth, so what is death, to that?

"I never forgot. It just got hard to get back to that, I suppose." He wants to reach out and touch you, see if you're real, or a figment of his imagination.

You hum in pensive agreement, "I was always happy with you. You know that, don't you."

How could he ever doubt it? "Down to my soul."

That smile. That mischievous, knowing, loving smile that Remus knows like the skin and bone of his body. Your hand extends to him, as real as the day he took yours in his, and promised to love you until death parted you both. Your chin jerks to the white plane ahead, Remus has no idea how far it stretches or where it goes, but he follows you, anyway, hand in yours.

"Everyone's waiting for us." You tell him.

So, Remus follows you home.

[strwbrryeyes]

Hiii, I love your writing sm, idk if you're taking asks rn so if you're not im so sorry 😭😭 BUTTT if you are can you Nishinoya Headcanons for female reader who is taller than him like by 6-7 inches and she plays volleyball too and he's got a huuugeee crush on her?

𖦹°｡⋆ Nishinoya having a crush on a taller girl

⟡ cw: sad noya :(, taller reader, tiny bits of angst, lmk if i missed anything

⟡ an: bahhh kind of shorter than i would like but i hope this is good enough im bad at these kind of headcanons so im sorry if it isn't what you wanted exactly</3

Nishinoya has been utterly in love you ever since he watched the girls volleyball team practice.

You and Nishinoya were put in the same class your second year of highschool but never really talked until you came up to him after watching the boys volleyball team play against aoba johsai in a practice match. He was elated that such a pretty girl was talking to him, let alone complimenting him, but he was even more happy and excited when you invited him to come watch your practice.

From then on, Nishinoya has never let his own team know peace because he was always gushing over you and your amazing volleyball skills

“You should have seen the way she spiked the ball! It was like Hinata’s spike but better!” He would exclaim causing a whine from Hinata who was clearly offended.

He would also make it a point to come to any practice he could make it to as his schedule with volleyball was just as busy with yours.

“Nishinoya! You’re here a again!” You ran up to him with only one of your volleyball shoes on and the other on your hand making him laugh a bit before he nodded and handed you a sports drink.

“Yeah! I had so much fun watching you all play the other day that I thought I could stop by again whenever I can!” He explains, smiling as you take a sip of the energy drink.

After a while, you started watching his practices whenever you could as well as going to any big games he had which only made him melt because it just meant he got to show off how super cool he was.

“Oh! [name]! Did you need something?” Nishinoya runs to you as soon as he sees you walk through the gymnasium door.

“Nope! Just thought I’d come by and watch you practice as a sort of returning the favor type deal since you come and support me so often” You softly say before you remember something and open your backpack to take out the protein bar and sports drink you brought for him making the butterflies in his stomach flutter like crazy.

Nishinoya genuinely thought he had a chance with you and was talking to Tanaka about how he was going to finally make a move on you and properly ask you out but that was all shattered when Tsukishima overheard them and chuckled saying “You really think [name] is going to go out with someone who is shorter than her?”

“Bro, don’t listen to him, you know how Tsukishima is.” Tanaka tries to reassure him but Nishinoya just shakes his head and sighs.

“No, he’s right this time.” Nishinoya drops to the floor and lays down to look at the ceiling “she would never go out with someone who is like what, 6? 7? Inches shorter than her? I have to face it, I have no chance with her.”

Nishinoya then distanced himself from you because he didn’t want to face the fact you could never like someone like him. However, this didn’t go unnoticed by you.

You hadn’t had a chance tot alk to Nishinoya in a few days and at first you thought it was just because he was busy so you didn’t think too much of it until one day school was let out early meaning there were no after school activities so you thought of this as you chance to go talk to him.

You had found him at his locker getting ready to leave, Tanaka next to him. As you walked closer, you could see Tanaka look at you then back at Nishinoya to tell him you were coming making him turn his head a little to see you but quickly walked away once he realized you were actually coming his way leaving Tanaka alone and disappointed and leaving yourself confused and a little hurt.

“Hey Tanaka…” You greet the wing spiker before looking over his shoulder before you continue “Is Nishinoya mad at me? Did I do something wrong? He hasn’t walked to me in days.” you pout with your eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

“He’s not mad at you, [name].” Tanaka puts his hand on you shoulder as he sighs “Noya just- he’s just in his head about something but it isn’t my place to tell you about what just try to talk to him? Please?” Tanaka says and asks making you nod in response before he walks away.

You think about what Tanaka says and become determined to talk Nishinoya even more than before so one day at lunch time, you quietly follow Nishinoya to the rooftop where you found out he’s been going since he stopped talking to you. Once you reached the rooftop, you watched as he went to where he would look over the school’s courtyard from the holes of the wired fence and took this as your chance to corner him.

“Why are you ignoring me?” You blurt out making Nishinoya jump out of terror and shock.

Once calmed a bit, Nishinoya turns to look at you, up at you and he sighs before going back to looking at the rooftop view. “I’m not ignoring you.” He says flatly hoping its enough for you to leave him alone but of course, it isn’t enough and you grab his shoulder to force him to look at you.

“Yes you are! Everytime I call out for you you run away or say you’re busy!” you shout with a slight pain in your voice but after a second you take a deep breath and regain your composure “Tanaka said something’s been bugging you but he wouldn’t tell me what it was and considering that you’ve been distant, I guess it has to do with me. So spill.”

Nishinoya looks into your eyes, thinking of what to say but nothing is coming to mind leaving you both in dead silence with only the distant sound of laughter and chatter of students enjoying their lunch.

A minute passes and you sigh and look at the ground before turning to look back at Nishinoya’s face. “Okay fine. You don’t want to talk to me? Then don’t. I’m leaving.” you say as you grab your bag that at some point fell on the ground and turn to walk away but are stopped when you feel a hand on your arm.

“I like you, [name]. I have since the moment I first saw you play volleyball.” Nishinoya starts as he pulls you closer to him, making you look at him again. “And everyday since, I have fallen harder for you. Whenever you automatically take a sip of the drink I bring you, everytime you come give me snacks at my practice, when you hit my head to wake me up when im sleeping in class. I am always finding more things to love about you but it hurts. It hurts knowing you’ll never feel the same way about me.” Nishinoya croaks out his feelings, leaving you shocked and speechless. Nishinoya waits for a reply but when he doesn’t get one, he lets go of your arm and sighs “So yeah, forgive me if I want to distance myself from you before I get hurt by you not liking me back.”

“Who said I didn’t like you back?” You finally say, a serious tone taking over.

It was now Nishinoya’s turn to be shocked. “You like me back?” he asks and you nod in response. “But I’m shorter than you how could you like me ba-”

“What does you being shorter than me have to do with any of this?” you interrupt his rambling with a look of genuine confusion and all Nishinoya can do is blush.

“Well, I don’t know really it’s just that Tsukishima said that someone like you would never go out with a shorter guy.” he looks down in embarrassment as he explains what Tsukishima had told him.

“That tall blondie? Now why would you ever listen him?” you ask Nishinoya and all he can do is shrug and you just shake your head before pulling Nishinoya in for a quick hug before looking at him again “I don’t care how tall you are, if you're shorter than me or taller than me. I like you for who you are. Your personality is one of the brightest ones I have ever seen. Your dedication to volleyball is amazing and I admire how you play on the court all the time. Everything about you is perfect, Nishinoya. Nothing can change my mind. Not you, not Tsukishima, not anyone.” You tell Nishinoya all the things you love about him and you can see his face get a little redder. “So does that mean you’ll go on a date with me?” he finally asks (more like blurts) causing you to giggle before grabbing his hand and nodding.

“I would love to go on a date with you, Noya.” you accept his invitation and then smirk “but first let’s go tell Tsukishima that he was stupid and that you’re all I could ask for.” you suggest going to look for the person slash reason Noya didn’t talk to you and ask you out sooner and he agrees and jumps in joy because he finally has the girl of his dreams.

[l4brvtality]

hey! I'm glad your requests are open, well, I wanted to ask for one from Rhea x fem!reader where the reader is a model and friend with Rhea's benefits, so when they agree to go out together the reader ends up meeting Judgment Day and Damian become interested in her which makes Rhea jealous. (the ending can be whatever you want)

Embrace Me

Pairings - Rhea Ripley x Model!Reader

warnings - Jelousy, Rhea’s kinda toxic at the beginning, oral , I think thats it but tell me If I missed any

word count - 1.6k , Gif Creds

A/N - this is my first time writting smut so it might be rlly bad. But I also wanted to say that im still taking and doing requests:)

P.S - This is not proofread

You watched as Rhea pulled a girl towards her locker room. Towards you. As she walked by , hand in hand with someone else , she made eye contact with you. A sly smirk planted in her face. God you wished you were the only one. The only one she wanted at least. But how could you be? She made everyone’s heart flutter. She just had that effect on people. And to say you were jealous was an understatement. You wanted her to be yours and her to be yours. And you would be sure of that happening.

You and Rhea were a friends with benefits type of thing. if you could even call it that. She treated you like you were the only person that mattered in her life. But of course you weren’t. She had others yeah , but she assured you that you’re her favorite. And you thought that for a while. Until you saw her laughing and giggling with another girl. That wasn’t you. Your eyes rolled as you heard the woman call Rhea Rhe-Rhe. Why was she even calling her that? Didn’t they meet a couple minutes ago? You tried distracting yourself with your phone, but it couldn’t hold in the anger that rushed through your veins. You wished you scream your lungs out when she walked past you. Hand in hand. With another woman. 

Location - home

As you washed your makeup and headed to bed , you heard your phone buzz. Looking at your phone you read the id of the message. 

Rhea ❤️‍🔥

You up rn?

You felt your eyes roll as you read the message. 

Y/N💕🫧

I wouldn’t be reading this if i wasn’t and why?

You placed your phone back down as you waited for an answer , but were surprised when the phone buzzed a minute later.

Rhea ❤️‍🔥

You wanna meet up at mine? Room 253

Y/N💕🫧 

Why are you asking me that don’t you have other girls to keep you company “Rhe-Rhe “🥺

Rhea❤️‍🔥

I see your still stuck in that🙄

Whatever its your choice of you want to meet me ,or not

And if not Ill just find someone else to keep me company 

You felt like your heart stopped for a second at the last text. Was she serious? You felt as if time stopped and you could just imagine Rhea with someone else. You couldn’t bare that thought. You rolled your eyes as you threw your phone on the hotel bed. You quickly got ready to meet Rhea. Putting on light makeup, sweatpants and a tight shirt. “Just how she liked it” you thought.

You grabbed your keycard and phone as you locked the door behind you. 

After quiet awhile , you found Rhea’s room and knocked on the door feeling a hint of sadness at the thought of what Rhea had texted you.  You were quickly put out of your trance as you saw the black haired women’s standing form in the doorway. A smirk formed on her face as she looked you up and down.

“ I see you made the right decision ,” she spoke as she led  you into her room. 

“Whatever , what did you need me here for?” you questioned.

“Well I was hoping that you could be my girlfriend?” 

“Did I hear that right?” I thought. Did she really want to be my girlfriend or would she just use me. These thoughts ran through my mind as rhea fidgeted with her hands. Trying to figure out a way for you to be hers.

“Look , I know that flirting with another girl wasnt the best Idea ,and i know I said I wasnt willing to get into a relationship, but I really want to try to be in one with you. If not we can forget it never happened I just-,” Rhea’s rambling was cut off by you attaching your lips to hers. 

“Of course I’ll be yours Rhea ,” You spoke when you pulled away from her.

Time skip

Waking up felt like heaven. And being next to Rhea felt surreal. You wished you could  be in this moment forever. Cuddling with Rhea as she slept peacefully. It was something you never thought you would imagine from her. It had only been a couple weeks that you two had been dating , but it felt like years that you two have been together and better yet known each other. 

You yawned as you looked at Rhea’s sleeping figure. You tied to sitting up, but were instead blocked by Rheas arms hugging your waist and blocking your way.

“Where do you think you’re going with ought me?” She spoke. Her voice horse and raspy , which made your heart beat faster.

“Didn’t you say we were going to meet The Judgment Day? It’s already 8:13am we have to be there by 9:00” You said as you traced her arm tattoos. As she played with your hair.

“Well then let’s get ready if then my love,” She answered back as she removed her hands from your waist. 

Time skip

Taking Rheas hand , you hopped out of her truck. You two had arrived at a nearby restaurant. You and Rhea walked hand into the restaurant and I immediately made eye contact with a man with tattoos and braids. Do I know him from somewhere? My thoughts were cut short as Rhea lead me to the table The Judgment Day was at. Which , surprisingly was the table with the guy I made eye contact with.

As we sat down , Rhea greeted the boys as she introduced me. 

“I think Ive seen you on  a magazine somewhere?” Dominik said as he took in my appearance. I smiled as I explained my modeling job to him. We made a small conversation as Finn , Damian  and Rhea talked and laughed. 

Dominik also explained his job as a wrestler as well as him finn and Damian. So thats where I know him from. I thought to myself. Although Damian was in a conversation of his own, for some reason he kept looking my way. Did I do something? Why did he keep looking out me instead of Rhea while he was talking to her?

After eating , We all walked outside towards put cars. But before I could follow Rhea, Damian asked if we could talk. I raised my eyebrow as I looked at Rhea , her giving me the okay before I walked with Damian. Before I knew it we were next to his car. 

“So what did you want to talk about?” You asked him.

“I wanted to ask for your number,” He replied.

Suddenly everything clicked. Thats why he was looking at you…

He came closer to your face as he began to speak again. “Look , I know we hardly know each other , but I just want-,” Damian was cut off by a deep Australien voice. Turning around I saw the figure of Rhea. And she didnt look too pleased by the whole interaction. But she chose to hide her anger with a smile.

“Sorry , we have somewhere to be,” Rhea spoke with a smile. Although her voice sounded anything but happy. 

I followed Rhea into the car. As Rhea sat in the drivers seat, she began talking.

“What was that about hm?” She spoke , her eyes never leave the road. I could hear the jealousy in her voice as she talked. 

“I dunno Rhea lets just talk about it at the hotel,” you replied.

- at the hotel ( NSFW WARNING )

“P-please..” I breathed out as Rheas finger brushed against my heat. I needed her. But she wasn’t going down that easily. At least not right now.

“You really think you deserve this after what happened back there?” Rhea asked you. Her voice was soft and low. Slowly Rhea’s hands grabbed the waistband of my panties as she pulled them down. 

I whimpered as the cold air hit my clit. She looked up at me as a sly grin grew on her face. Withought warning she put both her index and middle finger into my wetness, making me squirm as she pushed my hips back down into the mattress.

I led out a lengthy moan as she moved her hands at a slow pace. It wasn’t much but god did it make you go feral. You broke the eye contact from Rhea as you felt yourself getting closer. 

“Nuh-uh eyes on me ,baby,” Rhea spoke as she stopped her movements completely.

You looked down as you felt a tear roll down your cheek. You felt relief when Rhea put both fingers back into your aching whole. But this time instead of going slow, her movements were a faster than before. The sounds coming out of your mother’s were outright pornographic, making rhea smirk. She loved seeing this side of you.

You felt Rheas lips connect to your clit as she began sucking and licking. You were clutching onto her scalp as she drew out the most pornography moans.

“oh my goddddd,” you moaned as you felt your orgasm approaching.

“Demi—please,” 

She slapped your thigh at the name , making you jolt from the sudden pain.

“Try again,” She said in a stern voice as she settled herself back in between your legs. She began to kitten lick your clit as she waited for an Answer.

“Mami p-please,” I spoke, almost breathless as she began putting more pressure on my clit. Licking and sucking

I squeezed Rheas hand as I felt my orgasm Approaching. 

“Cmom pretty girl, let it out,” Rhea spoke almost immediately.

My head fell back onto the silk pillows as I came on Rheas face. 

Rhea got up from her knees, getting a wet rag from the bathroom. When she was done cleaning me up, she washed her face and laid down next to me. Holding me to her chest. God you wished you two could stay like this forever. In her embrace

[brotherwtf]

[ TEARS ]: sender shows up at the receiver's door in tears and in need of comfort after a long day for clegan :)

GAHH so good I'm actually obsessed

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John was not expecting Gale Cleven to appear at his door, and he never would have expected Gale Cleven to show up at his door in the pouring rain with tears running down his face.

He hadn't seen Gale since his wedding, had been writing him inconsistently during those years, and had almost worried that Gale had forgotten about him.

But here Gale was, standing on his porch soaking wet and with wet blotchy eyes that could only be explained by hours of sobbing.

"Hey, Buck, what's goin' on?" John asks, and it's almost like the words cut the puppet strings on Gale because he immediately slumps into John's arms, choking on a sob as John stumbles back into his house.

He clumsily closes the door with Gale in his arms, wincing at how wet his clothes were now, but refused to let go of Gale in this state. He guides them to the kitchen table, urging Gale to sit and starting the kettle on the stove.

"Buck, come on what's buggin' ya? Manitowoc's pretty far from Casper," John says and it pulls the ghost of a smile on Gale's lips.

He looks up at him with red eyes full of so much sadness that John almost breaks down himself, but he schools himself and takes Gale's hand in his, rubbing a gentle thumb over his knuckles.

"I'm sorry, John, I'm so fucking sorry," Gale chokes and another sob wracks his body.

John shushes him, drags his chair closer until he can take both of Gale's hands in his.

"What for, Gale? You ain't do nothing wrong," John whispers and Gale shakes his head.

"Marge... she got sick, too damn sick and I couldn't get a good enough job to pay for her medicine, went to the funeral last night. I didn't know where to go, I'm sorry Bucky," Gale says and his voice hitches up as he tries to keep his sobs inside of him.

John tries not to curse under his breath. Poor, sweet Marge. Dead. The thing that Gale was looking forward to coming back to the most during the war, gone. And now he thinks he's a burden for being lost, for mourning her loss as any man would.

"Hey, hey now. None of that, you're okay. I don't mind, I'm so fucking sorry about Marge," He whispers but Gales still shaking his head.

"Her father came up to me after, told me he knew what I was, spit in my face and called me a queer, told me to leave Wyoming, didn't even want me at her funeral in the first place. I'm sorry, John, I'm sorry for ruining your life, I'm sorry," Gale sobs.

It wrenches something deep inside John's heart to hear the words. He and Gale were close, exceptionally close. And maybe he had kissed Gale one or twice during the war, brushed it off as a joke or for being too drunk to think straight, but it certainly wasn't a joke to John. His stomach roared at the thought of finally having Gale to himself, and he knew it was selfish.

"You didn't ruin my life, Gale. You made it so much better, just by existing there. You got me through that damn war and if that makes me a queer, so be it," John says and Gale looks up at him with red eyes.

John leans forward until he can awkwardly wrap his arms around Gale's shoulders, tucking Gale's face into his neck and allowing him to sob.

"I love you, Gale. I'm glad you decided to come here, it's gonna be alright," John whispers, and he can feel Gale's grip on his shirt get tighter.

Gale sobs again, scrambling his hands so he can touch every single part of John's body, seems like he's trying to make them one person.

"I-I love you, too, goddamnit I'm so sorry," Gale mutters, and John does nothing but hold him and shush him until his painful sobs become quiet sniffles.

head in my damn hands rn I make myself sad

[justtwotired]

Hello ! I hope you’re doing well. I was wondering if I could get an ask for Sam and Colby. Maybe reader (female or gn neutral pronouns are fine !) is invited to go with SnC exploring an abandoned place but she’s been struggling with body image (I’m kind of in the slumps rn :/) so she’s cut back on food. Through the trip they notice her lagging behind and getting tired easily. She ends up fainting due to exhaustion and lack of food and they take care of her when she comes to. Preferably Colby pairing and lots of angst ! Only if your comfortable writing about this thank you xx 🫶🏽

Why hello there, I am so sorry for posting this rather late, I wrote a part of it, then got busy and forgot about it and just finished and edited it, so hope it’s alright!

I really like this request! Mostly because I can really relate to reader, this is always chill because then I can write five that actually make sense ya know.

I did write some angst but not LOTS, because angst is one of those things I still find difficult to write, but I hope you still like it<3

“What’s up guys it’s Sam and Colby!” Colby started. “Today, we are at an abandoned manor in the woods right behind us. It is quite a walk, but I think we will survive!” Sam told the camera.

“Also, we brought someone with us,” Sam then pointed behind him where I stood rather awkwardly, wearing a huge hoody that I may or may not have stolen from Colby’s closet.

“This is Y/n, you guys know her of course, we had lots of questions to bring her back to the Chanel, so we did of course.” Sam explained before turning the camera fully on me.

I sucked in an unnoticeable sharp breath. Did I look alright? Was that pimple I hid under makeup this morning still invisible? Did the hoody hide my body enough?

“So, N/n, are you excited?” Sam asked and I gave the camera a genuine smile. “I am actually, this place is not too far from my home town and I’ve been wanting to go here for a while, but I didn’t want to go alone, so now I have these two idiots to come along.” I joked and Sam pointed the camera at Colby.

“Did you hear that, dude?” He said in fake sadness. “I thought you where coming with us?” Colby said also jokingly hurt. “I’m still stuck on the fact she called us idiots.” Sam said and pointed the camera at himself.

“Seems like we have to change the channel name to ‘Y/n only’ because she is taking over.” He said and I chuckled. “Oh yeah, definitely, and I’ll give them weekly uploads instead of your monthly shit.” I said and Colby grinned.

“What you’re going to the conjuring then? Staying a week there?” He asked and I pursed my lips. “Well I didn’t say that.”

The two laughed and Sam shut off the camera. “Heading to the forest, then?” He asked and we nodded. Suddenly my stomach made a growling noice and they stopped.

“We could get something to eat first?” Colby suggested and I shook my head. “Nahh, it’s fine, I’m not that hungry really,” I waved it off and kept walking.

“Are you sure? You haven’t eaten breakfast yet and it’s almost two in the afternoon,” Colby said and I just chuckled.

“I’m fine, really,” I smiled at him and kept walking, not missing the look the two of them exchanged before following me.

Truth to be told, the last time I ate would be the crackers from the day before, as I had just a bit in the afternoon after almost passing out.

Colby walked in the back, having taken over the camera from Sam and he recorded as we entered the forest.

I knew the walk would be about 20 minutes, so it wasn’t that bad, but I felt myself stress out when I became light headed.

Oh no, please, please not now.

Passing out has become normal now, the lack of food I’ve been consuming has been taking a toll on me. I never tell anyone, it’s my little secret, I didn’t need them to worry about me or feed me lies of how I was ‘beautiful’ because I know I’m not.

I stumbled and almost fell but steadied myself. “You alright there?” Sam turned around with a small grin and I gave him one back. “I’m fine,” I lied and we kept on walking, Cole shutting the camera off.

When the building came in sight he started it up again, and of course, as if fate had planned it, I fell and I noticed my consciousness slip away.

The last thing I felt was two arms around my waist and I was out.

I heard someone calling my name from afar and my eyes slowly opened.

“Oh, thank god, Sam! Sam she’s opened her eyes!” Colby called out. I slowly sat up. I was laying in the grass and I noticed Sam jogging over with his phone in his hands.

“Are you alright?” I looked at Colby who had a concerned look on his face and I nodded, trying to stand up but he put his hands on my shoulders.

“Woah, lets keep sitting down for a minute, love,” he said and I sat, rubbing my head. “How long was I out for?” I asked and Colby looked at his watch.

“Five minutes at least.” He told me. “Yeah, I tried calling for help, but there’s no service,” Sam said and I gave him a weirded out look.

“What help did you try to call?” I asked and he shrugged sheepishly. “Your mum, I thought maybe this had happened before,” he said and I sniffed.

“It happened a few times, but my mum doesn’t know, and don’t even think of telling her,” I said and the exchanged glances.

“You know what’s happening then?” Colby asked and I sighed. “I haven’t eaten in a moment, that’s probably it.” I confessed and Colby sighed.

“I told you that you should it this morning- when is the last time you ate?” He questioned. “Uhh, yesterday, some crackers,” I said and he clenched his teeth slightly.

“A decent meal,” he clarified and I bit my lip thinking back. “Tuesday, I think?” I said a bit uncertain. “That’s five days ago, Y/n!” He scolded and pursed my lips.

“Sorry,” I said in a small voice. Sam got his backpack of his shoulders and started to rummage trough it, pulling out an apple.

“Eat this,” he said and I took it from him, frowning at it a bit. “N/n,” he said and I sighed taking bite.

They made me sit for about ten minutes, and demanded I tell them why I wasn’t eating. With a bit of reluctance, I told them about how I felt, how I hated how I looked and that I felt like I was to fat.

The next twenty minutes where spent with them telling me all the things they liked about my look and my personality, giving me reasons to eat and demanding we go to a restaurant after this so I could eat a decent meal.

They also demanded I ate a desert, encouraging me to continue eating and not worry about my looks, because in their opinion, I looked beautiful.

At the end of the conversation, I had tears in my eyes, and I wiped them away, and I reassured them that it’d be fine to still film the video, as we all wanted to continue.

[yumisitaa]

H-h-h-h-hiii 🥺.

I just want to request a draken x fem!yn (takemichi's younger sis by one year and is VERY similar to Takemichi, just more feminine and more emotional ig).

So like after meeting takemichi's friends, yn develops a crush on draken after talking to him for a while and she tries to ask him out but discovers that draken MIGHT like Emma and that Emma actually LOVES draken. Yn gets a bit sad and asks her brother if it's true and he tells her that it is true and even heavily ships them together, not knowing his own sisters crush on draken. Yn is left heartbroken but also mad at herself for not knowing Emma's crush on draken after everyone says that her feelings were quite obvious. she soon tries to distant herself from draken so she doesn't feel anymore bad but he keeps popping up out of nowhere and he gets a bit sad abt yn distancing herself from him and pops up at her house in the middle of the night to know why and he might confess his feelings? (idk I wasn't thinking straight, also I APOLOGIZE FOR THIS BEING SO LONG)

my first ahh fanfic!! (i don’t even know how to make this look pretty bye)

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“fuck how can he be so damn perfect…” — that was all y/n could think when her big brother, takemichi, introduced her to his new friends and saw that one boy, ken ryuguji.

Anyway after that day were they had a little interaction ken started to appear everywhere even in her house..! so yeah they started to become friends too and well y/n noticed she really was falling in love and she started learning all about his life and in middle of her stalking her grin faded away “what the fuck you mean him and mikey sister..!” — she thought to herself feeling a little bad since she was super sensible but kept hearing the conversation… Anyway in home she was eating dinner with her big brother and she wasn’t going to shut up…

“Take, is it true your friend Draken is in something with Emma..? — y/n asked alredy having a bad feeling.

“i think they are since Emma loves him so bad and draken might actually like her. I’m a heavy shipper of them hehe… he really should propose right..?” — Takemichi said with a little smile, completely oblivious to y/n feelings.

So she tried to push him away, but he was everywhere! and yeah Draken was really sad because she didn’t understand why y/n was doing that so one day after thinking it a lot he decided to show at her house in the middle of the night, y/n was quietly preparing something on the kitchen because she couldn’t sleep when her phone sounded, it was draken “im outside open rn” — and when she read it she ran to the door not before fixing her appearance a little in the hallway mirror then she sighed to prepare herself and opened — “h-hey…” she said a bit nervous by his odd appearance here, draken there all serious like always but there was a little hint of nervousness in his gaze answered with a simple “hi” — they both stood just looking at eachother for a while when ken started talking “yeah uh i- i gotta tell… damn i need to talk to you about something okay..? just don’t freak out alright…” — Draken said exhaling sum air he didn’t knew he was holding in. It was something really weird seeing him nervous like that.

“sure of course you can talk it with me” — y/n said with a little smile and a nod of her head, trying to encourage him to say whatever he was gonna say… alredy hoping the worst.

Draken passed a hand through his braid like trying to encourage himself, he just wasn’t used to this, he didn’t knew how to find the words.

“i… i don’t know how to say this but…” — he said and looked directly into y/n eyes when he suddenly sighed and before y/n could say something he finished — “fuck it y/n i like you… i… i really do.”

y/n mouth just stood there opened and her eyes wide, when she tried to talk she noticed she was starting to cry, she just stood without words.

“wh-what do you mean you like… me..!? really me..?” — was all she managed to say while trying to push her damn tears again.

Since he never used to manage others emotion he just stood there looking at her with a hint of confusion his eyes. “eh… why you crying?” — He just asked while taking a step closer to her.

In that she just was stuttering like an idiot when he just closed the gap starting to kiss her…

Then she just pulled away without reciprocating since she didn’t knew what to do… “Ken..?” — y/n said being cut by another kiss so she just shrugged it off and kissed him back.

“i said i like you okay..? i do like you a lot y/n…” — Ken added after that good kiss

“I- uh… Absolutely yes!!!” — y/n said with a silly grin without thinking much when she started to cry and hug him actually hard.

im so sorry by the way for all the waiting for this uh… thing… I just had a lot of exams and wrote like a little everyday so i’m sorry if it’s so weird…

Thanks for the request by the way 🫶🏻🫶🏻

[stormberry-12]

Hellooo how are you this fine evening..

I wanted the ask if you could make one for jj where he does something that upsets the reader and she’s crying and sad and jj gets the silent treatment the whole week but he starts to cry hard and beg for her to talk to him and reader can’t help but comfort and hug him and give him all the love that she has and jj is all pouty and sad in the end

It’s fine if not <3 :)

didn't mean to ~ jj maybank x reader

pairing: JJ Maybank x Kook!Fem!Reader

warnings: language, angst, arguing, silent treatment.

notes: thxs for the request! Sorry I haven't posted in forever guys, im doing final exams at school rn and stuff. Also, sorry this is so short. But anyway, I loved this concept and also hated the way they solved JJ and Kie's fight in Season 3 so I tried to recreate it here with a better ending. Sorry, this took so long lol, much love!

"I mean, it would all blow up anyway. You know? Like... Look at you. You got your new threads on!" JJ exclaimed. "Look at me. What do I got? This? This piece of shit?" He threw something out of frustration, panting. You looked back at his run-down house, the eviction notice nailed to the front door with bright yellow police tape crossing over it.

"Getting kicked out of this place in three weeks anyway. shit, I don't even got parents right now. Why would you care? Why would you care? I'm just some loser that..."

"JJ..."

"You don't care. No, you don't!"

"I do care!" you shouted, getting frustrated with his attitude.

"No, you got parents that live in Figure Eight, you know?"

"That's not my fault."

"That's your future." he countered walking towards the water, hand running through his hair in frustration.

"Look, if you need us, we're gonna help you. I'm... I'll help."

"No- It's that right there! Okay? Like... It's so easy for you to say that." he whirled around to face you, yelling, "You know why? Because you're a Kook. You're a Kook, Y/n!"

"Yeah... I'm a Kook. I was such a Kook when I was living in a cave with you for a month! Soaking in the Kook life!"

"That's not what I'm talking about. GOD!" he exclaimed, reaching for his bike, he swung his leg over the seat.

"Jayj, don't leave." you pleaded, the engine of his bike revved and he started to drive away,

"JJ, WHAT THE HELL?" You screamed after him, tears rolling down your face, "MAYBANK!"

You were pissed the fuck off.

The first day after your fight you hadn't seen JJ, you cried for a couple hours, indulging in your favorite ice cream watching a sad rom-com, really getting in your feels.

Kie texted you to ask you what was up, the pogues had gone fishing that day but you never showed, to angry and sad to show your face to the world.

'Ask the blond kid,' was all you responded. you watched as her three typing bubbles flashed beneath your text.

'shit head's not here either,' she responded. 'wtf is going on,'

'fight. he called me a kook.'

'oh shit,' was all she said.

A few days later you walked around the chateau and dug through John B's fridge, you were fully aware of JJ's presence on the couch but still continued to ignore him. It was closing in on a week since you had last uttered a word to him.

Grabbing a chilled beer you walked past JJ and to the front door.

"Y/n," he said, voice cracking.

It wasn't the first time JJ had tried to talk to you this week and once again you ignored him. You slipped your shoes on and walked out onto the porch, slamming the door behind you. You flinched at how harsh it was but brushed the feeling away as you took a sip of your drink.

You sat at the edge of JJ's hot tub, the disco lights twinkled in the water, and the beer started to make you feel nauseous. You set it down and let out a shaky breath, blinking away tears that made the colorful lights spur in all different directions.

'Oh stop it Y/n' you told yourself, you would not cry anymore over this boy, if he didn't want to date a 'kook' that was his problem.

A long time must have passed, you had slid down fully into the hot tub finishing off your drink and basking in your own thoughts. The sun had set and the tides changed across the water.

"Go!" You heard someone on the deck grunt, you looked up to see John B pushing JJ out the door towards you locking him outside. JJ made his way down the stairs awkwardly and stood at the edge of the hot tub across from you, not getting in like he was looking for your permission.

"What do you want Maybank?" you asked quietly.

"I-uh," he sniffled and you focused closer in the dim light to see tears streaming down his face. "I made you a bracelet,"

He mumbled in the softest voice that made your heart clench and reached out to hand it to you. You looked at it closely, intricate little hearts knotted into the design, made with your favorite colors. And of course, the sea blue strings that you had told him reminded you of his eyes countless times. You didn't know what to say. Until you heard the soft sobbing coming from his lips, he thought you didn't like it.

"No, JJ..." you cooed, wrapping the bracelet around your wrist and tieing it in a crisp knot. You slid yourself through the water and stood in front of him taking in his state. He looked at you with pleading eyes and you wrapped your arms around him. He collapsed into you, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face in your shoulder. You felt butterflies in your stomach at his touch and lifted a hand to stroke his hair. God you loved this boy so much.

"I-i'm sorry," he cried, "I called you a kook, I'm such a dick, It's all my fault..."

"No, Jayj-" you whispered.

"Yes,"

"No, I am in the wrong too, shouldn't have ignored you like that," you whispered.

"But I called you a kook," he said again.

"And then I was acting like one, it was wrong,"

You stood there in silence hugging each other, you you feel his breathing slow and he recovered to look up at you.

"Please forgive me," he said.

"Always, as long as you forgive me," he nodded frantically at you causing you to giggle.

"Thank god that's over," you heard Pope say in the distance.

"Yeah, pass me one of those?" Kie said, taking a beer out of the cooler, the rest of the pogues walking toward the hot tub.

You all settle down in the warm water, JJ snuggling into your side, looking at your bracelet sweetly for the rest of the night. You kissed the top of his head, knowing what ever happed in the future you could always get through it with him.

[27spoons]

okk, no reason for me to be on anon if my writing is so recognizable, bro 😭 who am i trying to impress? the gods of olympus? (sleep deprivation goes hard) anyway,,, besides nat being all pookie-wookie a mother bear for some, i also thought about her looking so miserable and sad, beaten up by all these expectations from others, if that makes sense? her glazed with tears eyes, that red palm mark on her cheek, her wobbling lip,,, it just doesn't leave my mind, you know? i can't stop thinking about me handling her so gently, or, generally, just taking care of her bruises, changing her bandages, cleaning the blood from her face. as much as i might be horny, i do want to take care of her, badlyyyyyyy what do you think she might let the reader see or hide in her current ostracized situation? like, if she's gonna be defensive, cry, break down, or just lean on reader for support?

ok so realistically, i think that there is zero chance nat would want to get help from anyone rn. in nat's mind, she's a bad person. nat will always see herself as a bad person when she isn't, so i firmly believe that she won't even accept help if it's offered.

we know from an interview that nat is one of the people who has their own shelter--so i'm assuming they would place her ass on house arrest like she wanted to do for mari and shauna.

that being said.......

you wouldn't go visit nat until nightfall. it's not that you're scared of getting caught talking with her or anything, but... you are scared of shauna.

nat is sitting there, face still smeared with blood because she feels like she deserves to have it on there. she doesn't deserve to be clean.

she snaps at you when you enter; she doesn't mean to, but it's hard to assume that not everyone wants her dead, or worse, at this point.

you have a small bowl of water and a makeshift rag in your hands, and despite her insistence that she doesn't need/deserve help, she lets you clean her face off anyway.

neither of you speak much, or at all, during this time. nat doesn't meet your eyes, and you don't force her to. you know what's going through her head right now, because it's the exact same that would be going through yours: why am i like this?

when you finish cleaning off her face you give her some jerky that you had hidden away earlier in the night and give it to her. she's shocked, tries to say that she doesn't need it, but you know she hasn't eaten anything tonight.

anyways, she keeps telling you she doesn't want it. so, you end up leaving it on a makeshift table she has in her hut or something.

as you're going to leave, you hear a very quiet, reluctant "thanks" from nat. you tell her not to mention it.

nat sobs quietly when you leave. she doesn't know why you're still being kind to her, and why she's like this in the first place.

you'll show up again the following night to check on her wounds. she won't resist.

[duckymcdoorknob]

Hi ducky can I please have an emergency request? can u write a story for a y/n who keeps her emotions in bc every time she tries to tell someone someone else complains about something.

and I think u started watching black clover so can u write it with luck and magna ? either together or separate is okey.

thank u 💔

Yes you sure can.

Bumping this one up bc I’m really feeling this hardcore rn

I may make this kinda self-indulgent with the issues y/n is facing???

My dms are open if you wanna vent! I’m here for you, anon. 💜💜💜💜

CW BELOW THE CUT: none.

Luck Voltia and Magna Swing

Things weren’t going too well for you, there’s no way to hide that fact.

From whatever it was, your day was poisoned by unhappiness, and you didn’t know what to do to aid it.

Of course, you refused to let any of the other bulls in on how you were feeling. It was especially difficult to keep Asta from pestering you; the kid is very attentive.

“Show. Never tell.” Is what you would tell yourself, forcing the feelings back into a tiny box.

You tried so hard to keep your face up as you walked through the base, but most days it was impossible to get anything besides a hopeless frown.

When asked how you were, you shrugged it off, merely explaining that you just have a “resting sad face”

Many believed you, nodding with an “ohh” while walking away.

But Magna we’re not buying into any of your nonsense. The two would exchange worried glances at your excuses.

When the team slowly gathered together in the living room after dinner, you were not doing great whatsoever. Your mood was sour, and you were barely focused on anything.

“Hey, everything alright?” Asta asked as he sat next to you. “You didn’t eat at dinner, and usually you have a great appetite.”

You sighed with a broken smile, “To be honest I’m-“

“Oh my god, Asta, did you see what Yami had me doing today? I didn’t get a break once! I’m so tired of being his wheels all the time,” Finral whined as he plopped down next to the anti-magic user.

To your dismay, everyone gathered around their senior to listen to his tale of woe, leaving you behind and ignored again.

You stand up and retreat to your bedroom, leaving without a single word.

You didn’t have much time alone before there was a gentle knocking on your door. “(Y/N)? Can we come in?” It was Luck’s voice…?

You didn’t reply, instead burying your head into your pillow. You heard their bickering through the door.

“Looks like we’re doing this the hard way-“

“Magna no! They didn’t give us permission to come in-“

“And what if something happened to them?? Would you rather us stand out here and do nothing when-“

“You need to respect their wishes!”

“You can come in,” you say stoically, not moving from your previous position.

The door opens slowly, revealing the two bulls.

“Hey, careful doing that,” Magna quickly made his way over to your bed, turning your head toward them. “You’ll suffocate if you don’t leave room for air.”

“Whatever…” you murmur, eyes glazed over.

“(N/N),” Luck begins, “Are you okay?”

You sit upright to greet them “Yeah I’m-“

“No, like actually okay,” he interrupts, moving to sit next to you.

There’s a solemn silence…

“Hey, (N/N), tell us what’s going on, kid,” Magna hums as he brushes a few stray hairs out of your face, sitting on your other side.

They wait with baited breath for your reply, worry evident in their eyes.

“I’m not okay… and I don’t know what to do,” you finally confess in a sotto-voce tone.

Both put a supportive hand on your back or shoulder, listening carefully.

“Everything is falling apart… and I-I’m not sure what to do. I’m usually g-good at fixing things but…” you laugh a bit in pitifulness, “I can’t even fix myself.”

“You don’t have to fix yourself; that’s why we’re here,” the mowhawked mage mutters, squeezing your shoulder gingerly.

“But what if I can’t be fixed? What if I have to live like this every day?”

“Nothing lasts forever,” Luck’s sweet voice chimes. “Time won’t stop whenever you feel sad, it will keep moving and you’ll be forced to feel better.”

“It feels so hopeless… nobody cares…” you whisper

“That’s not-“ he attempts.

“It is true. The moment Fin complained, everyone turned to listen to him instead. I don’t feel heard or respected… I don’t-“ tears start to fill your eyes “I feel so alone.”

“Hey,” Magna’s low voice sounds, “You are far from alone…” he wipes a falling tear with his thumb. “You have people who love you and are willing to support you every step of the way.”

“Yeah!” A quiet cheer of approval left the lightning mage. “You know how much we love you, and we would do anything for you to feel like yourself again.”

The flame mage gets in front of you, locking your eyes. “Tell us anything that’s on your mind… what’s making you feel like less than you are? Anything is fair game, don’t be afraid.”

You look around at their concerned faces once more, and suddenly everything falls apart. Your shoulders heave up and down as your body is wracked with the sobs you’ve been keeping hidden.

As you wail loudly, the two instantly move in to hug you. Magna cradles your head against his chest while Luck hugs around your torso and lays his head on your lap.

The two wordlessly cling onto you as you spill your tale of woe. Many—having heard your pained cries— attempt to check in multiple times. Magna shooed them instantly, shooting a death glare to anyone who tried to enter.

When you finally finished, you slumped downward, resting in their loving embrace. “Thank you…”

“Anytime, kid… anytime.” Magna whispered as he pats your shoulder.

When no response was given from the Cherry berserker, the two of you look down to notice that he had fallen asleep on your lap.

And for the first time that day, you started laughing.

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[oladyofhurtandochre]

Secrets all 'round

Mark Sloan x reader, Derek Shepherd x reader (platonic), Meredith Grey x reader (platonic)

Warnings: Kinda angsty, pregnancy, throwing up, some white lies, generally sad reader

Note: I just started writing this and it just flowed... I don't know if I'm gonna write a part two, but if I do it'll end with fluff :) I'm kinda jumping around fandoms atm, but there are very little fics of Mark Sloan that are slating my particular thrists rn. I need me some gentle boyfriend would-die-for-you energy. And pregnancy... sorry if that's not to your liking.

Enjoy!

"Meredith, you have to talk to the Chief." You place your hand on her shoulder for a second. Your tone is soft. "Just... think about it." Your eyes are locked on her face, though it's turned away from you.

She looks to you, nods in a way that suggests she doesn't mean it, and walks away. The hospital continues it's bustling business around you. You turn to look to Izzie's room. Alex occupies the bed. Not there then. A glance at your watch tells you your shift has been over for at least an hour now. You need sleep. Finally.

The locker room is empty when you get there. You change slowly, rhythmically. There's the feeling, boiling in your chest. The overwhelming darkness that plagues all surgeons. It couples unpleasantly with the sudden nausea. The thoughts in your head swirl, your stomach swirls- in a split second, you're lurching for the bathroom, hands are helping you to the toilet and everything you've eaten in the last few hours comes up.

"You're alright, Y/n, you're okay." Derek. You groan. Your head feels funny; everything feels far away. It takes you more than a moment to realise why he's so concerned. You're crying. And dry heaving. And you're tired and he doesn't know about this, but you want to tell him but you just can't bring yourself to and- you're saying this out loud.

"You are, yes." Derek is kneeling beside you as you lean against the toilet. It is cold through your colds. The smell of bile nearly makes you throw up again. "It'll pass. It's okay."

"No." The sobs come unbidden. Everything crashes down. "Izzie isn't okay, and Meredith won't talk to the Chief, but he wants to go to the wedding for her and Christina is-" Your voice falters, breaks. "You want to know who it is so bad, but I can't tell you, Derek. I just... can't. Not now. Not yet." You see him nod through blurred eyes. His blue gaze is worried for you. He shouldn't be worried. He's getting married and his little sister is sobbing. He shouldn't be so worried. You take a heaving breath.

"You should go home, Derek. Go to your fiancee. I'll be okay. You know that." You squeeze his hand. Distantly, you hear the locker room door open. Familiar footsteps.

"Derek? Big Grey?"

Derek kisses your forehead. He knows you and Mark are friends. He leaves, you hear him whisper something to his friend on the way out. Then he's gone. There's a moment of silence. "Y/n?"

"In here." His footsteps sound quicker when he registers the way your voice sounds. You rise, get yourself up using the sink, and face him as he enters the bathroom. His hands go immediately to your face, cradling it. His hands are warm.

"What's wrong, sweetheart, what happened?"

You give him a lopsided smile. "I think I ate something bad. I'm okay now. Might need to take a pill," you sniff and wipe under your eyes, "can we go to yours?"

"Yeah, yeah, of course." He still looks worried. You let him take you by the hand and slowly lead you out of the hospital.

[wilbursluvr]

Hii! I'm back with another request!

You should totally make a fic about wilbur being your dad's older friend. Like wilbur has been through a divorce recently and he went to visit your dad for some company! Then when he saw you, he wanted to.. relieve his stress and all

-🦡 anon

HAI 🦡 ANON!!!!!!!!! ouu okay you’re cooking rn

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depressed and desperate

divorcee!wilbur x gn!reader

afab!reader

cw: sexual content

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it was a sad sight, really.

you’d known wilbur since you were a little kid. your dad had been friends with wilbur since high school. and wilbur was a huge part of your life. he was there for everything; he was the best man at your parents wedding, he was at your graduation, at all of your band concerts.

and admittedly, you’d gotten close to him. in fact, you trusted wilbur with secrets more than your own parents. you’d call him whenever you’d be in a sticky situation; maybe you were at a party you shouldn’t have been at, maybe you were uncomfortable at a date, or maybe you were angry at your parents and just needed to talk.

and wilbur was a good guy. he got married, and by the time you were seventeen, he had just had his first kid, a little boy. and he loved his kid. you and your parents were at the hospital when he was being born, and wilbur held him the whole time, smiling the entire time. he was always active in his child’s life, and he was an amazing father and a loving husband.

the next summer, when he came over to your home, he seemed so distraught, his eyes red and puffy from crying. then, you had to sit and watch his depression worsen.

it turns out, his wife had found somebody else, so she packed her things and left, taking the baby with her. then, wilbur was left all alone. because of this, he was coming over a lot more.

and it’s not like you or your parents minded. however, it was depressing watching wilbur fall deeper and deeper into his depression. he’d come over, sit at the kitchen table or on the couch and drink all night, then be too drunk to drive himself home, then he’d sleep on the couch. then, he’d be gone the next morning.

some nights, you’d stay up in your bedroom, but others, you’d sit in the living room with him all night. you hated seeing him sad… while sometimes you’d sit on the opposite side of the couch and chat with him, others you’d be curled up next to him once your parents were in bed. occasionally, he’d let you have a sip or two of what he was drinking, and he’d be laying there, you curled up against him, his arms around you, rubbing your waist softly. neither of you saw an issue with this… you were just laying and chatting, right? there was nothing going on. you were freshly eighteen, and he was a grown man…

one night, your parents had gone out on a late night date, and therefore, you and wilbur were left alone. you guys put on some movie, but you didn’t end up watching it, but chatting instead.

“i saw finnley today.” wilbur says, his fingers in your hair as you laid against his chest. “aww, really? how’s he doing?” you ask, your hands against his chest. “he cried when i left… saw him through the window,” wilbur sighs. “i think he misses me.”

and you had some strong feelings towards wilbur’s ex wife. despite wilbur telling you she was a nice woman and a good wife, it never seemed that way when you actually saw her. she was often dismissive of his thoughts and feelings, and wilbur would laugh it off and say that he needs to be better… and you hated that. you’d known wilbur your whole life, you didn’t understand how she could be so hateful and mean towards her own husband.

you decided to bite your tongue, not saying anything about her.

“well, i hope you can see him again soon.” you sigh, your eyes fluttering closed as you lay against him. you feel his hand rub your back, his head pressed against the arm of the couch. “you’ve seemed happier though. like, a lot better than a couple months ago.” you say. “yeah… well, i don’t know. the actual court process of divorce is long… and expensive. and she won’t pay a penny towards it, so i’m stuck with all of the bills. i don’t know, i’ve just been really stressed out.”

to top that, wilbur hadn’t been laid since his wife left. he tried to rub one out here and there, but he was never able to cum, or if he did, it didn’t make him feel any better. but lately… he’s had his eye on you. and you didn’t seem to notice.

that was, until you felt something poke your thigh.

and you’ll admit. you’d found wilbur attractive, you’d had this little crush on him since you were little… but you knew nothing was going to happen. he was a grown man, and you’d only just graduated high school.

so when you felt his hard on against your leg… it freaked you out a bit… but you couldn’t help but feel excited.

“wil…” you said, your breath shaky, as you slowly lifted off of his chest. “ahh, sorry doll…” he says, letting out a nervous laugh, his hands still on your hips. “you… what’s this about?” you asked. “i-i just… i don’t know…” he lets go of your hips, sitting up on the couch nervously. “i’m sorry.” he says, looking down at the ground, or just anywhere, avoiding your gaze. “my dad would be so disappointed at the thoughts in my head right now.” you say, your eyes staring at the bulge in his pants a bit too long before meeting his eyes again. his eyes lit up slightly. he understood exactly what you meant. “your dad would fucking kill me if he found out about this.” he says as you climb into his lap, but the lustful look on his face pushed you over the edge.

you shoved your lips against his, your hands grasping desperately at his shirt. he let out a quick groan, his hands grabbing the sides of your head and kissing you hard, his long fingers tangled in your hair. “you have no idea how badly i need this.” wilbur says against your lips, his hands moving down to your shirt. he removes his lips for a second to remove your shirt, tossing it on the ground before kissing you again, his hands slowly trailing up your waist. his eyes open for a split second to see you weren’t wearing a bra, and he quickly presses his hands against your breasts, his fingers playing with your nipples. “so soft…” wilbur groans, moving his lips to your neck, kissing roughly, though avoiding leaving marks.

as he touches your breasts, you moan softly, your head leaning back, your eyes fluttered shut. he groans, leaning down and sucking on one of your nipples softly, his thumb and index finger pinching and playing with the other. you gasped, one of your hands grabbing onto his shoulder, the other tugging on his hair. “wil! s-so nice…” you whine. “god, you smell so good, darling.” he groans, switching to the other nipple, continuing to suck and kiss softly. he slowly pulls away, and you quickly get his shirt off of his body, your fingers pressed against his chest again, kissing him again.

you kick off your pants and panties, straddling his hips as you attempt to unbuckle his belt with shaking hands. you climb to the side, finally pulling the belt out of the loops. you unzip his jeans, and he lifts his hips to help you pull them down. you swore you were drooling at the sight of his cock.

you were quick to straddle him again, your lips meeting his once again. you feel his fingers running circles around your wet entrance, gently pressing a finger in. “fuck-” you gasp, grabbing onto the sides of his face. “so wet for me, darling… god, i can’t wait to fuck you.” he says, pressing a second finger in, pushing knuckle deep in. you gasped and whined, and you tried hard to continue kissing him… but god, with how his fingers felt inside you, it was impossible to focus on anything else.

you felt wilbur pull his fingers out. you whined from the loss of pleasure, but then you felt the tip of his cock press against your clit, and you moaned loudly. with one hand on your hip, his other hand presses his cock into you, and you gasped again, slowly sinking down onto it. “f-fuck, are you okay?” he asks, his hands shaking as he holds onto your hips. “y-yeah… just so nice…” you whimper,

you pick your hips up, moving slowly, your hands on his shoulders. he moaned against your lips, continuing to kiss you. “you’re doing so good, darling… so good for me.” he helps you move up and down slowly, finding delight in your desperate moans. and he’ll admit, he needed this too.

you began to pick up the pace, your hips moving quicker against him. he lets out a muffled moan, and you whined louder, your hands grabbing his shoulders harder. “you feel so good, wil…” you whimper. “you have no idea how bad i wanted this.” wilbur moans, breathless, his hands moving to your thighs. “your hands are so warm…” you moan. he grins, holding onto them tightly, his fingers digging into your skin. because of this, you began riding him quicker, causing his breath to hitch in his throat. “holy fucking shit- so fucking good, doll.” he moans, kissing you harder. your head fell into the crook of his neck, where he kissed along the shell of your ear. his hands reached up, gently playing with your breasts again, and you cried out in pleasure.

“c’mon, doll…” wilbur moans, squeezing your breasts with his hands. your hips moved quicker, and you felt your thighs getting sore, but you couldn’t stop… not with the knot that was growing in your stomach. “you’re so close, love, i can feel it…” he says, moaning as he felt his own release approaching. you threw your head back, moaning and whining loudly, your orgasm taking over your body. your hips were moving hard against him, and your thighs went numb as you finished. as soon as you were done, wilbur groaned loudly, cumming deep inside of you, his eyes squeezed shut and his mouth hung open.

finally, you collapsed on top of him, breathless, numb and exhausted. he wrapped one arm around you, rubbing your back, and used the other hand to stroke your hair. “you did so good, doll, so amazing… good girl…” he says, still breathless. you two laid in silence for a few minutes before he picked you up, carrying you up the stairs to your bedroom. he helped you put some clean pajamas on before laying you down on the bed, pulling the blankets up to your neck. “m-my dad won’t find out, will he?” you ask. wilbur shook his head. “god no, doll. this is just between you and i, i promise.” he nods, leaning down and kissing your forehead gently. “i’ll bring you some water, okay?”

wilbur headed downstairs to the kitchen, where he filled a glass of water. he quickly got dressed and brought the glass of water up to your bedroom, where he encouraged you to drink some of it before laying down in your bed, holding you in his arms while soothing you to sleep. “goodnight, love… sleep well, okay?”

[citruslullabies]

DAMN ur writing is amazing man, keep it up, ur doing great !!<3

also hope u dont mind me asking but do u think u can do a dogday x reader where he's in love with her, but she has to refuse him everytime since Poppy playtime co. wont let relationships happen between coworkers. ps. this happends before any of the disasters happends (dogday is still a human worker,,,ig Rich, since that is a really big theory rn) also its angst, HEAVY angst. they dont deserve happyness (its half of my oc lore,,i need to make her feel pain) ((ALSO as a payback for this, if u'd like, i can do a fanart for u ! ^_^))

No YOU'RE amazing!<333

Trigger warnings: none

Requested by: clownsgirlghost

Romantic/platonic?: romantic-ish?

Category: angst

Ship (romantic or platonic): Dogday x reader

Word count: 496

Professionalism

The building was buzzing with children's laughter and the chattering of critters and employees alike, the colorful place being a place of happiness with an underlying tone of secrets far too dark for the public.

“Rich, for the last time, no.” you said with a sigh, not even looking at him as you continued with your work. The canine mascot frowned snd groaned, holding a bundle of flowers in hand that he heard from co-workers were your favorite. He leaned in a bit but kept his distance respectfully. “Please? I promise, we can go out to dinner and I'll pay, everything. You can even choose the restaurant!”

You sighed as you paused your work momentarily, just long enough to look back at the Dogday mascot. You shook your head with a frown growing ever deeper as this interaction continued. “You know the rules.” You stated, which was a sad and harsh reality of it all. They had to stay strictly professional. It's not that you didn't like Rich, it's just that you'd like to keep your job.

The man was upset, but respected your wishes and went back to work. He asked at least twice a week and the answer was always the same, he just wished that you'd give him a chance. He's willing to go to the end of the earth and back just to go out to dinner with you but he respects your wishes of not doing so. As the days went on, there seemed to be an overgrowing tension in Playco.

You started to avoid Rich, not wanting to hurt his feelings any further as you kept yours chained down like some feral dog with rabies. You kept to your work and made it clear what your boundaries were, one day he went back up to you with no flowers or anything in hand. Just himself.

“Hey.. I was thinking-” before he could even finish, you responded with annoyance at his persistence despite you making a clear boundary with him. You pinched the bridge of your nose as you took a deep breath.

“Rich. You're a cool dude, but get it through your thick skull that I am not going out with you. I'd rather keep my job then get a write up or worse, fired because I decided to go out on a date with you.” You said, keeping your composure as well as you could. You shut your eyes as your stomach felt tight and heavy with bubbling feelings of too many things at once. “Just leave me alone and do your work, so that I can do mine.” You stated bluntly before turning away from him and continuing your work.

Poor Rich walked away, hurt. All he wanted was to ask you if you'd like to go out to lunch with him as friends. He just wanted to stay as friends if he couldn't be with you romantically.

Shame that he won't get that chance again after tomorrow.

Thank you for requesting! And art would be AMAZING!