#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.

[littlelovelunette]

hi maaami so just a lil req if u don't mind, write this if you're up to it if not just ignore, care to write a sevika x reader fem where r had a really rough day and has been acting really down and won't even bother to smile or move much anymore had a smiliar day like that rn maybe it can make me feel better.

- love lots, 🦉

Don't Be Sorry

Contains possibly depressed!reader, comfort, soft Sevika, mention of gun

The birds were chirping, rushing back to their nests as sunset was occuring outside the window. The faint traces of orange and yellow lights seeped through the gaps in the curtains, illuminating the dark apartment.

The water was running in the sink as Sevika cleaned some kitchen utensils she'd used to prepare lunch.

Today was her off-day but she knew you had work today until afternoon so she decided it would've been a nice change if she did the cooking for once. After all, with the few months you both had spent living together, Sevika barely cooked. She heard the door open and close when you walked in but you didn't say anything.

You didn't greet her or give her that bright smile that you usually did. Instead, you kept walking until you reached the bedroom where you put your bag down, slumping into bed, still fully clothed. “Babe,” Sevika turned the stove on low heat before she left the kitchen to enter the bedroom instead, “What's up?” She helped you turn over, brushing the hair off your face. “You okay, sweetheart?”

You only hummed a small, “Uh-huh,” in negative to her.

Sevika sighed, shifting so she could pick you up and set you in an upright position, “Tell me what's wrong.”

You looked at her for a second longer than intended before shaking your head. “‘S nothin’.”

You pushed up from the bed and waddled to the bathroom, closing the door behind yourself. You splashed water on your face before looking at the mirror, your sunken eyes and dark circles were peeking out of the thin layer of foundation you hoped had hidden them.

Your lips didn't curl up in the small smile that they always formed when you simply even thought about the fact that you were living together with your girlfriend, Sevika.

It was the dream life but recently, you'd been mentally burnt out. It started with the simple feeling of sadness and emptiness, leading into smaller portions of food until you started skipping all the way. Sevika didn't know.

Or atleast, you thought she didn't know.

But Sevika saw it all, she saw when you are a little lesser, lost the happy glow on your face and started lying to her about having eaten. That's why she was cooking. “Come on out soon,” she called from somewhere outside the bathroom.

When you stepped out of the bathroom, the immediate fragrance of your favourite meal hit your nostrils and your stomach may have rumbled from hunger, but your insides would've felt empty whether you ate or not.

So, what was the purpose of it?

But politeness was a bitch so you sat your ass down at the table and watched as Sevika made a plate for you, the steam curling around the plate as she served you. You tried to force a grin, “Thanks, babe…” you mumbled before picking up the fork, and pushing the food around.

You didn't want to eat, really but you didn't want to put Sevika's hard work to waste as well. You wanted to appreciate her but your body didn't want to. What the hell was going on?

“Baby,” Sevika sighed, pulling a chair close to you and sitting down, she placed a hand on your knee, “You can talk to me,” she said in a gentle voice.

You looked up, eyes starting to water at the sudden outburst of emotions that threatened to overwhelm you. “I'm sorry,” you choked and sobbed, you felt Sevika's strong arms wrap around your body.

She pulled you into her chest, kissing the top of your head. “You're okay, shhh…” she stroked your hair as she whispered words of comfort against your ear.

You were tired of everything. The constant routinely waking up, going to work and working under your cranky boss had taken a toll on your mental energy, “I jus’ wanna take a sick day and relax,” you mumbled against her skin.

“Then we can do that,” Sevika said gently, “But you have to eat first, okay? You need proper physical energy first. Eat, get a nap, I'll arrange the rest.”

You knew Sevika saying she'd ‘arrange the rest’ meant she'd pull up at your boss’s doorstep with a possible Glock and demand you get a sick day, but oh well… right then you didn't have the energy to refuse so you just nodded.

“Thats my good girl, now don't be sorry, okay?”

[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?? 🤨🤨

au masterlist

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.

[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.

[rosenclaws]

Missing Piece || Leopold Mountbatten x Reader

summary: Leopold has come back from his time travel adventure heartbroken and unable to see who was right in front of him all this time.

warnings: gn!reader, leopold's uncle is a bitch lmao, Leopold gets slapped once like in the movie, angst, happy ending, very bad attempt at a Victorian accent.

wc: 2.8k

a/n: LEOPOLDDDD. Okay I've been in such a Leopold mood and I wanted to write something and I remembered this idea from a while ago and I finally sat down and wrote it. I apologize for the shitty British accent attempts I don't have the energy to try to be historically accurate. Anyways I hope u enjoy our victorian pretty boy <3 I hope it makes sort of sense I'm a little iffy about my writing rn

He's doing it again. Staring out the window with this, love sick look on his face. Ever since the party his uncle threw Leopold has been off. You knew he had been dreading it since his Uncle was practically forcing him to marry, but somehow Leopold changed his mind and he has another year until he must finally settle down. ou thought he'd be happier but he just looks sad.

That night you found him staring at the sky. You were just to bring him an evening snack but he wasn't feeling very hungry. He looked at you with those, beautiful green eyes of his and weaved the most outlandish story you had ever heard.

That he time traveled 200 years into the future. There were buildings that touched the sky and strange machines that could do the unthinkable. There was this look in his eyes. One of loss. Cautiously you stepped out of your servant role for a moment and asked. Placing your hand on his arm and giving it a gentle squeeze.

"I fell in love..." He stated plainly and you had to pretend like he didn't just destroy your soul with four words. Pretend like you weren't in love with him and had been for years. You smiled as he told you about her. Kate. She sounded, amazing. She was strong and commanding. The more Leopold talked about her the more you could see in his eyes just how much he missed her.

"I loved her. I asked her to run away with me. But she said no." His lips formed a tight smile. He glanced down at your hand which was still resting on his arm and you quickly pull back.

"My apologies." You bowed as you backed away from him. He looks as if he wishes to reach out but a knock at the door interrupts. His Uncle comes barging through.

"What are you still doing in here?" He asked looking at you with narrowed eyes.

"Nothing my lord." You bowed your head.

"Go fetch me a cup of tea." He shooed you away without a second thought and you listened because you were just a servant and that's all you'd ever be.

Tears in your eyes as you headed down to the kitchen to fix Lord Mountbatten his tea. Thank goodness it's quiet as the only thing that can be heard is your sniffles.

"Are you alright my dear?" You wiped your eyes to see Otis standing at the door.

"Yes of course." He gives you a look and your shoulders sag. He walks over and takes the tea cup from your hand.

"It's silly Otis really, I'll be alright." You smile as you try and take the tea back but he doesn't let you.

"You know, I remember the day you were hired here. You were so nervous and almost tipped over a very expensive looking vase in the foyer." You winced at the memory.

The Mountbatten estate was huge and you had never seen so many expensive things all together. You had knocked back into a vase and it would have fallen and crashed to the floor if not for Leopold. He saved it and instead of scolding you he just laughed.

"You may be fooling everyone else my dear, but your eyes that day could never lie." Otis saw the lovestruck look in your eyes at once.

"Now, I will take this upstairs, you get to bed."

"Leopold treats us so well Otis, sometimes I forget that I'm nothing but a servant." You whispered, ignoring the sad look in Otis's eyes as you walk back to your bed.

You vowed that day to never forget it again. You were hopelessly in love with him and had been since the day you let. But Leopold was a Duke. He was expected to marry someone rich and bring fortune to both families. You stood by the side and served drinks.

In all your time Leopold had never shown interest in anyone. A few failed attempts at courting but nothing ever lasted. Perhaps that was the reason you let your mind dream such idiotic dreams. Leopold treated you as his equal, he was warm and kind. You thought that maybe, just maybe he could be yours. But that's nothing but a silly thought now.

You put distance between you and Leopold, choosing to take care of the chores instead to keep busy. Unfortunately tonight, you were the only one left to serve him his tea and you couldn't say no.

"My grace, I have your tea." You say softly as you place two fine china teacup by the table near his window. It was odd he asked for two but perhaps he was extra thirsty. He's standing with his hands behind his back. Watching the lights of the city.

"She had this balcony you know, we'd sit and watch her neighbors." He sighed.

Leopold missed Kate. But he also missed Charlie and Stuart too. To be introduced to that magical world and be forced to go home. It was a tough pill to swallow. You don't respond as you place down the milk and sugar next to it.

"Is there anything else my grace?" You ask quietly.

"Yes, would you care to join me?" He gestures to an empty chair. You're hesitant to sit but you could never say no to this man. You sit quietly as he sips his tea.

"My Uncle is fast asleep by now, you do not have to worry about him."

"It's not that your grace." You say quickly. The truth is you can barely stand being so close to him right now. Just seeing him hurt your heart. To see him so in love with another.

"I've told you many times to call me Leopold." He furrows his brows as you shrug him off. He sets down his tea and turns his full attention towards you.

"Have I done something wrong? I've noticed you have been avoiding me." You almost choke on your tea. You didn't think he even paid attention to that.

"No my grace." He gives" you look and you correct yourself.

"Leopold. I've simply been busy." Leopold doesn't believe you fully but he does not press.

"I think you would have liked this future world." He says, looking out the window. The view is nothing compared to New York two hundred years from now. He missed the bright lights and the city that never appeared to rest.

"Oh yes, a place where my job is replaced by unearthly contraptions." You say with the hint of a smile. He spoke of one that cleaned dishes and a tiny machine that could send your voice anywhere in the world.

"Perhaps it does, but that just means you could do something more. Something amazing."

"Leopold I do not think I am the person to do anything amazing." You dismiss him. He has big dreams and a brilliant mind. Leopold was destined to be more. You were not.

"Do not say that. You are more than what you think you are. I mean it." He places a hand on yours and you flinch. His hand is so warm. It sends shivers through your whole body. You quickly pull your hand back. Holding to close to your chest.

"May I ask you something Leopold?"

"Of course."

"Do you still love her? Kate I mean." His face turns sad as his head falls.

"She made her choice and it was not me. I respect that." Honestly he's unsure about his feelings.

Perhaps they were real, or maybe it was just the rush of emotions from being thrust into such a strange situation. There was no doubt she was a beautiful woman but in hindsight, the two of them were never meant to be.

"She was unlike anyone I have ever met. Headstrong, focused, successful." Everything you are not you think to yourself.

"To uproot her whole life, it was unfair of me to ask." He says as stares out the window. But does he still love her? The way his eyes sparkle when he speaks of her, you wish he saw you that way. For him to pick you over his suitors, to forget his duty and love you.

"Why do you ask?"

"No reason." You notice his cup is empty and you take the chance to leave. Wishing to be far away from the man you love so desperately right now.

"Thank you for the tea Leopold, but I must be going now." As you stand he reaches for your wrist, his hand curling around it firmly.

"Promise me my dear, that if I have insulted you in someway you will tell me." He whispers. Leopold has felt you pull away and it's confusing him. You were always the one he'd seek for comfort besides Otis. You were his age and understood his longing for more than just fancy parties with boring people. He never cared about status or money. He just wished for good company.

"Leopold I..." You turn to face him, he's so close. He smells like lavender and you close your eyes as the scent fills your nose. Tell him. Just tell him. Your mind screams at you to just let it all out.

"Yes?" He whispers back. His voice sending shivers down your spine.

"I love you." You confess. You wait for a response but it never comes. He lets go of you and takes a step back, eyes wide as he stares at you.

"Leopold please, say something." You beg with tears in your eyes. You reach for him but a voice stops you.

"What on Earth!" You jump back at the sound of his Uncle's voice. Eyes wide as you put as much difference between yourself and Leopold.

"Leopold!" His uncle stomps over and Leopold sees the fear in your eyes. He's still stunned by your confession but seems to act on instinct. He stands in front of you without hesitation, blocking you from his Uncle's angry gaze. You gasp as he slaps Leopold across the face.

"What have I told you about this? You are a Duke and you need to act like it." He grabs Leopold by the collar and drags him out of the room, leaving you shocked. You clean up the tea cups and hurry to your sleep quarters. Otis is sitting by his door, reading a book when you come rushing down.

"I cannot do this anymore Otis." You cry as you collapse at his feet.

"What do you mean?" Otis lets you cry on his leg as he offers you comforting words. He was always like a father to you.

"My heart, it belongs to him but he loves her." You stand to your feet as you wipe your eyes.

"And his Uncle. Forgive me for speaking ill of the man of the house but he is horrid. Only caring for wealth and nothing more." You start to pace back and forth as you vent your emotions out.

"I love him Otis, You are right I've been in love with him since the day I met him. I told him tonight and he said nothing. Not a word." You wipe your eyes as you sigh in defeat.

"Give him time dear." Otis says as he stands up, giving you comforting hug.

"He loves another Otis. It's clear as day and I could never compare." You say sadly.

"Perhaps, it's time for me to move on." You couldn't stay here anymore.

Being around Leopold, you could never move on if you worked for him. Every day you feel the ache in your heart, the longing to be with him overpowers everything else in your mind. You love him. So much. But he doesn't feel the same and therefore you must go to protect your own heart. Maybe one day you could return, but truthfully you do not think that was possible.

You cannot see another marry Leopold. You cannot see them live the life you dreamed of. So you must leave.

You spend the night packing your things and writing two letters. One of your resignation and another for Leopold. To tell him you are sorry and explain why you're leaving. You hope he understands. That next morning you handed your resignation to Millard Mountbatten and gave Otis the letter to deliver to Leopold. With one last look back you set off in search of a new home.

Given your past experience, finding another servant job does not take too long. They're a nice family and they treat you kindly but in your heart you still miss Leopold. You keep in contact with Otis, sending him letters every now and then but you never ask about Leopold. Not wanting to know if he's found another to marry. If he even misses you.

A loud knock at the door echoes through the manor of your new employers. They were out for the day meaning it was just you. You open the door, ready to shoo away the visitor. That is until you look to see who it is.

"Leopold?" You ask in disbelief. He looks, unkept. His hair is messy and there's bags under his eyes.

"You're really here, oh thank goodness." He steps inside and you close the door behind him.

"What are you doing here?" You ask as he runs his hands through his hair.

"How could you leave me?" He holds out the letter you wrote him.

It was like his world came crashing down when Otis handed him that letter. He ran to your bedroom but your things were already gone. He confronted his uncle he just shrugged and said they'd hire someone new. It filled him with rage hearing how little his uncle cared about you. Your absence, it left a bigger hole in his heart than he ever felt. Not even when he was forced to return to his time period. He missed Kate yes, but he missed the time. The life that she lived. Losing her and Charlie and Stuart were losing close friends.

But knowing you were gone, it hurt him down to his core. He searched for you, going to every neighbor to find you but nothing. Until Otis came to him one night and asked him one simple question.

Do you love them?

It took Leopold all of ten minutes to decide where his heart truly lied and it was never with Kate, it was always you. Your confession shocked him to his core. All this time how could he be so blind. He wanted to say more but his uncle ruined the moment.

"I apologize my grace..."

"Enough! Enough with the formality. I may have been born a duke but I could care less about my status." He drops the letter and slowly walks towards you. You back up until you hit the door. You're afraid to even breathe, wondering if this was some dream.

"My heart belongs to you my love. It always has."

"What about Kate? Your...adventures?" You ask. You want to give in, ignore the doubts that swirl in your head.

"I was so swept up in all that insanity that I thought I felt something for her. She's a friend yes but we would never have worked."

"It was hard to see you so heartbroken, I thought you loved her. That you could never love me." You whisper and Leopold cups your face in his hands.

"And I will spend every day of my life making it up to you." His thumb brushes over your lips. Goodness is he handsome.

"You've always been there for me and I am truly a fool for never seeing what was clearly there." He tilts your head up and kisses you. His lips are soft and his hands slide down from your face to your waist. Pulling you closer to him.

"I love you Leopold," You gasp as he pulls away. His lips finding the edge of your lips. Kissing all over your face.

"I love you too." He mumbles.

"What about your uncle?" The worry comes back but Leopold kisses you again to silence it.

"Forget him. I refuse to let him control my life anymore. If I wish to marry you then I will. I don't care what he says." Your heart flutters at the mention of marriage.

"You wish to marry me?" He smiles pulls you closer in his arms.

"Of course I do." He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a gorgeous ring.

"This was my mothers. I've kept it locked away for a long time, dreading the day I had to place it on the hand of someone I never loved." He takes your hand and slides the ring onto your finger.

"Perfect." He holds it up to the sunlight and it shines.

"Now, will you come home?" You nod.

This would be hard to explain to your new employers but you could care less. Hand in hand with your new lover. The man you've been dreaming of. You finally have him and nothing was going to get in your way again. Not time travel or his uncle.

Just the two of you taking a leap of faith into the unknown.

[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! ⋆

[@bambisnc] 2k24

[greensagephase]

More Mafia Miguel Art I wanted to show you 🫶🥺

I hope you’re doing well, pooks!🌷💕

Hiii, pooks! 🥰

This ask has been in my inbox for about 2 weeks (I'm sorry 🥲), but the way the first drawing has been on my mind since I received it! I've been unable to stop thinking about it, fr. Like... My heart is unwell with Miguel’s line, "You'll be ok. You'll be ok... Y-You'll be ok."

The way Miguel's voice breaks at the end, the worry and shock on his face, and the way he cradles Kira's head and holds her body in his arms, against him -- my freaking heart, Lara!! You can see how much he cares for Kira! 🥺 The vulnerability in this single drawing is killing me. 😭 I want to ask, what is the reason Kira gets hurt? It looks like Kira is wearing her suit here, so is this from her activities as Lady Spider? Asking for a friend… 😌

Ok, but let's talk about the other drawing in the first pic. I am SCREAMING over how Miguel is grabbing her face and the way Kira is also gripping Miguel’s top, giving him that look of defiance (it's actually reminding me of FBOW now🤭).

His line in this drawing, though.🥺 "I'm not the villain in your story, Kira." I'm gonna go cry rn brb. 🥲🤚🏼 I suddenly can't help but think about Miguel's feelings regarding this topic. If he's saying that, he's aware that Kira doesn't have a good impression of him, thinking of him as the villain in her life. To some degree he must believe Kira, the woman he loves, hates him.

And to think about how he eventually discovers the existence of another Miguel (Spider-Man Miguel), which probably causes him not only jealously as you've shared with me through your writing request, but possibly a deep sadness, too, when he sees how different Kira treats him compared to the other Miguel. That leads me to imagine Miguel laying awake at night and thinking about this, his heart aching because he genuinely believes that Kira despises him (and maybe she truly does since you've mentioned she thinks he's responsible for some of her pain and loss) when he feels so differently for her, and also because he notes how she seems to be so smitten with another man who isn't just any guy, but a variant of himself, which makes it worse for mafia Miguel (😭😭). I'm gonna stop here for my sake and continue on.

I love the second pic because I feel like we get to see their personalities, like Miguel's smirk and the more serious expression on Kira. Also, we learn more about their backgrounds. I didn't know Kira studied mathematics and computer science, so that was really fun to find out! And of course, we find out that Miguel discovered rapture, which we've already talked about along with his background before becoming a mafia don (I'm still sad about that btw).

The last drawing, AAAAAAAA!! I LOVE HOW THEY'RE HUGGING 🥹🥹 Look at how their arms are tightly wrapped around each other (Kira is doing her best to hug Miguel, hehe 🥹)! Kira smiling? I LOVE SEEING HER HAPPY! And Miguel - omg. The furrowed eyebrows! That's a man that doesn't want to let go of his person, you can't change my mind! 💕🥺 Augh, thinking of them being all happy and in love right now!! 🥹🥹 Is this Miguel a romantic? I need to know! 😌

But Lara, thank you for sharing your amazing art with us!! I hope you have a great start to your week!!💖💕🫶🏼

Alondra❤️

[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.

[knavestrolls]

Do you remember your favorite fan troll you’ve ever seen that wasn’t one of yours?

Okay so this is such a loaded question but not in a BAD way. I hope y'all are ready for some dropped names. I'm not going to ping anyone, I don't want to step on toes! LONG ASS POST. I AM NOT KIDDING.

Sid Cada @/lordtonic - I may be yellow colorblind but god damn I love sid. Enough that it makes me angry I know I can't see that damn suit right sometimes. I picked Sid as my favorite one day and my brain stuck to it so hard that while I do legitimately love every other troll there, Sid makes me light up like I've just see a lizard [which with Sid, sometimes those things both happen]

Thread @/sasster My favorite chase troll changes a LOT. Chase has INSANELY GOOD TROLLS AND FUN CHARACTERIZATION. Stryx was actually my first favorite troll of Chase's and how I found the sasster blog BUT. Thread is SO good. She's so fun and oh my god. Snakes,,, [WOMAN. also her one romance with the uhhh commander I think? The white suit with both arms on one side in her sprites.. sleepless brain is killing me rn- but oh my god it's SO fun to see them flirt.]

Mallum @/roetrolls Okay so. I know everyone would think I'd put Remora and they're NOT WRONG I STILL ADORE REMORA. But through the storylines I just fell HARD for Mallum. The redemption? The struggle? I literally can't hear "Main Character" by Wil Wood without imagining a whole animatic of Mallum to it! The only thing that stops me (besides time) from making it is I know I do NOT know enough to make it any form of accurate. [after coming back to proofread: also the fact that Roe is an amazing animator and my brain struggles with the 'well x could just do it'. Not the point brain!]

ALLMAH @/ase-trollplays Listen. Here on the knavestrolls we are villain enjoyers. And we are WOMEN enjoyers. And WE SUPPORT WOMEN'S WRONGS. WE WANT THEM TO DO MORE IN FACT. Allmah my beloved. Free her. She did all of it I just think she should be free to do more. [doubling down. Let Allmah commit new warcrimes. Let her invent them]

Veketi @/windy-trickster Mi mijo has so many good trolls that it's always hard to pick. But Veketi gets a soft spot for me because we made Veketi and Liegia together. Because I made Veketi's sprites and I want to remake them because I think they look god awful now but they still get USED when he's around. They still read like they're fun! Becase Star has an amazing way of making the sprites WORK with what the character is saying too. <33

Melanc @/ask-melanc-vivura I.. don't actually have a long explanation for this one. This is another BPD brain pick that's really silly. I drew her with her boobs mostly out and have just loved her ever since. I am weak to women I can pin up. [PIN UP ART. PIN UP ART.]

Galeia- @/videcoeur This is another one I don't have a good long explanation for just.. pretty fish. I'm love pretty robit fish. Plus, science and REALLY FUCKED UP science,, my beloved [Fun fact i am weak to every single Videcoeur character, OC or otherwise. And the moment she arts? I'm dead. One day I'll be able to afford sprites]

Arceel- @/memurfevur I'm pretty sure I spelt his name wrong and I do not care, he can fist fight me. Not the author, the troll. Papa Arceel! One of my favorite troll to interact with because I can go to that troll with some of the stupidest questions and get a legitimate answer. Sometimes, one I didn't even know I needed [Also I am SO sad upon realizing I don't have the stupid meme image of his head over Beast now.]

Rynthu- @/lashysdomain Again, pretty sure I spelt it wrong but she'll forgive me I think (the troll). Just all around a fun character. Has so many fun plots in so many fun ways/worlds! Her romance with Watch'r is adorable as hell, but I'm not obsessed with the Watch'r side, it's her side I follow. As if it's one of the many romance webtoon I cling to and she's the FL.

PELEXI- @/mageofspacemultiverse DRAGON. WOMAN. WE SUPPORT DRAGON WOMEN'S WRONGS. Especially when they're funny. Plus like listen. Listen. Have they actually dated? No. Have they even gotten past a SINGLE conversation? NO. But that's Esstoc's wife and I don't take excuses

Charon - @/asks-n-trolls If I could romance 1 old troll............also honestly I love a LOT of Dan's trolls. Each one has such a fun personality, cute quirks- and FLAWS!!! I LOVE FLAWS!!

Alacar- @/alacarhelsng I can type freely here, because I *know* that he will never read this so. Alacar is genuinely one of my favorite characters my husband has ever made. He's so genuinely fun to play off of as a character, to build around! His design is SO freaky and silly and fun! I forget his damn scar EVERY TIME! He's getting surprise gift sprites done and I had to go back and rewrite the notes to please include the scar and add more references because I had forgotten AGAIN. He's SO ODY coded but he's also so Achilles coded. He didn't want to fight in this damn war. He wanted to spend his days with his Patroclus (AND HIS PENELOPE). He wanted to laugh and joy! And now look what this journey has turned him into! What losing those people has turned him into! Ugh I could go on forever- and I will, if ever given the chance, because I know that my husband isn't around on here as often and isn't very known but god DAMN I need y'all to appreciate the fun builds he makes. (also Qimzal is my second favorite and depending on what song wins you might get some insight on why)

Chrona- @/8bit-mau5 Okay. So. This one is REALLY hard to narrow to one because I also adore Malice and Opal. Crow's getting it for the STUPIDEST of reasons though. I'm weak to pinstripe. All three characters are a genuine joy to have on my dash any time they appear I am over the moon! I want all three of them worse and better all at once!! Also I would not trust Crow to actually help me in a court of law. Should I? Maybe.

Nereus- @/nethertrolls The design? KILLER. The stories? Absolutely enthralled me. Also, Nereus just reminds me of the Outsider from Dishonored sometimes and I ADORE The Outsider. To the point where I do actually plan on getting his mark tattooed eventually! So just.. Genuine attachment regardless of any story changes I'm dedicated to Nereus

@/goddesstrolls For religious reasons, I can't post her name. Starts with an H. She's Bast's very buff beautiful rust woman. A huntress. A legend. An icon. I ADORE her. It KILLS ME that I can't interact with her because I can't say her name!! Plus I just get nervous because,, womyn,,

 Ailaxi- @/tempi-fantrolls Okay, so this is going to be very shameful of me and we're all just going to ignore it for a moment okay? I struggle to keep up with the dash, even when I had the free time and the mental health but the #1 troll I always managed to catch on my dash was Ailaxi from them. And oh my GOD I ADORE lil grouches! Especially SOFTIE GROUCHES. It has been a while since I've been able to keep up at any level so this is VERY much just vague memory but I see that gray man and I'm like yes. my boy he has returned.

Daiona- @/norts-trolls Nort is another person I struggle to pick favorites with but right now it is STRONGLY Daiona. This I don't have words for in the same way I don't have words for the profound loneliness that sneaks up on me that I can only explain via sending my husband pictures of abandoned, overgrown, half destroyed houses that look like no one's even urban explored them in at least a decade. Daiona fills that same feeling to me, I hope someone makes sense of that.

Voghel- @/happyhappyfantrolls I have said it once, I will say it again, we are VILLAIN LOVERS here at Knavestroll! Voghel was one I locked onto early and have not let go! I try to go keep up with events and comics on this blog when possible because so many characters have fun interactions, deep relationships, and there's familial bonds that get to me...but also I want to see Voghel.

Babble- @/wandering-trolls I NEVER leave behind an EDM girlie. Just look at her. Look at her and tell me you can't love her I'll fist fight you

Mikael - @/mik-mania I just think Mikael is neat. That's it. thats the whole thought

Rhulan- @/morgombie It was love at first sight. If I remember right, I think I even got to draw her once! Not 100% on that thought, please remember I do have memory problems. but anyways! THE DESIGN FUCKS SEVERELY. SO GOD DAMN STRONGLY.

Malara- @/ask-swagger-dagger-trolls I was blessed with getting to know the story behind Malara's design and it stuck with me. Some days I think about doing something similar but honestly, Malara fills that need for me. She's like a silent presence with me sometimes. Filling in where that friend would have. Now, Tam has some amazing other trolls I love for lots of insanely silly reasons but..Malara stuck with me the most, for that reason.

Wicata- @/goldenguillotines So. I have to be honest, GG has a lot of trolls and I love so many of them that with my memory issues some of them bleed together. I did have to go look up her name, but this is a design that sticks with me. When I think of GG, this is the design that comes to mind because to me. I would see her on my dash endlessly and every time I saw her I'd stop scrolling because I had discovered another neat little detail in her sprites, in the art of her, in her design! GG has so many amazing designs and characters so please don't take this as a 'this is all there is' it's just what stuck with my broken brain.

HeeHoo - @/trollbreak JONAH. One of the platonic loves of my life is literally all of Jonah's clowns, and I am the EXTREMELY proud owner of a clown designed by Jonah! (As well as a mimic dragon amongst other designs) But I can firmly say my Jonah-clown obsession started with Heehoo. He's just a little guy! He would never do a murder, it'd dirty his pom poms! Just a lil guy who does a lil dance and stands in your hands and when he leaves and you look down there's rainbow footprints on your palm! Just OUGH Peak Clown for me. Peak clown design for me too. The mustache fucking kills me

Now, this is not NEARLY all of them. I could go on for ages but I've been told by three separate people to go try sleep again because I've hit the 27 hour mark but. Here is a small handfull of favorite trolls and thoughts about them!

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heyyy i know your requests are closed rn but keep this for when they reopen or don’t do whatever but please do prompt n°16 from the angst list for Xavi simons please and thank youu

Taken for Granted~Xavi Simons

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・❥・a/n: next fic is either a Max or Oscar one. But the whole thing of war in my country isnt going really well but hopefully I can write it very soon 🙏🏻

16-"We’re stuck in this endless cycle, and I’m so tired.№

The music of the club vibrated through her body, making her heart pound in sync with the beat. She took a sip of her drink, the bitterness taking over as her eyes scanned the room for her friends.

They dragged her out tonight while insisting that she needed a distraction. She hadn’t planned on having fun. How could she when her mind was stuck on him?

Xavi. Her best friend. The boy she had been in love with for years. The boy who had recently started dating a popular influencer, parading their relationship all over social media.

She hated that it hurt so much, but it did. And it wasn’t the first time, either. Every time someone new showed up, Xavi would forget about her, caught up in the thrill of something shiny and exciting.

It was always the same cycle. Him chasing after someone else, and her being left behind to pick up the pieces of her own heart.

She should have known better than to come here. Clubs had never been her scene, and her thoughts were too loud despite the noise around her.

Just as she was about to text her friends and tell them she was heading home, a familiar figure caught her eye.

Xavi was sitting by the bar…alone. He looked distant...maybe even sad. She swallowed hard, debating whether to approach him or just leave before he noticed her.

But her feet moved on their own, weaving through the crowd until she was right in front of him, in the corner where the music wasnt too loud. He looked up, surprise flashing across his face.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, his voice low enough to be heard over the music.

She forced a smile, shrugging. "Just out with friends. You?"

He glanced down at his phone, shoving it into his pocket. "Needed to clear my head."

Something in his tone made her heart clench. She didn’t want to care, didn’t want to feel that familiar tug of sympathy. But she did. "Trouble in paradise?" she teased lightly, though it lacked any real humor.

Xavi’s jaw tightened, and he looked away, fingers running through his curls. "We had a fight. It’s just-never mind. It’s stupid anyway."

y/n bit her tongue, resisting the urge to comfort him. She had done that too many times before, and it never ended well. "Why didn’t you tell me? You usually do."

He sighed, finally looking at her, his eyes softening. "I didn’t want to bother you. Besides, I figured you wouldn’t want to hear about it."

She scoffed, the bitterness seeping through. "Right. Because that’s how it always goes, yeah? You find someone new, forget I exist, and then come running back when it falls apart. Rinse and repeat."

His eyes widened as confusion and guilt battled for dominance. "That’s not-"

"Don’t," she cut him off, her voice shaky despite her attempt to stay calm. "We’re stuck in this endless cycle, and I’m so tired. I'm tired of being forgotten and then remembered whenever it’s convenient for you."

Silence took over them, none of them daring to say another word. Xavi looked at her like he had never seen her before, his mouth opening and closing as he tried to find something to say. She hated how her chest ached, how her eyes stung with unshed tears.

"I didn’t know you felt that way," he whispered, stepping closer.

She took a step back, shaking her head. "Of course you didn’t. You never notice until it’s too late."

He reached out, grabbing her hand before she had the chance to pull away. "Please. Let me explain."

She hesitated, her heart and brain battling between holding on and finally letting go. "Xavi... I can’t keep doing this. I can’t keep being the girl who waits for you to realize what you have when it’s already too late."

He pulled her closer, his hands trembling slightly as they cupped her face. "No. No, it’s not too late. I just-I’m an idiot. I thought that... I don’t know what I thought. But you’ve always been there, and I took that for granted. I took you for granted. I thought that as long as you were by my side, nothing else mattered. But I didn’t see what I was doing to you."

Tears slipped down her cheeks, and Xavi wiped them away with his thumbs, his forehead resting against hers gently. "I’m sorry," he whispered. "I’m sorry for making you feel like you’re not important. You’re everything to me, and I’ve been too blind to see it."

She didn’t want to believe him, but the raw sincerity in his voice made her resolve crumble. She stayed quiet, unsure of how to respond.

He pressed a kiss to her forehead, letting his lips linger there. "Let me prove it to you. I swear I’ll do better. Just... don’t give up on me yet."

She pulled back slightly, searching his face for any sign of dishonesty. But all she saw was regret and desperation. Finally, she nodded slowly, allowing herself to lean into his touch, hoping that this time it wouldn’t just be another cycle.

He smiled softly, brushing his lips against hers in a hesitant, tender kiss that tasted of promises and second chances.

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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

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[ 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

[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 🫶🏻🫶🏻

[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.