#lets GOOOOOO care them

[kellystar321]

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[ipodfresa]

summary: korra always has her way so when reader tries to be sneaky, korra can't help but have her fun

warnings: established relationship,restraint kink, cursing, fingering (r! receiving), little slap, use of words "cunt, pussy, mound", spitting, slight degradation, praise, some after care.

a/n: im high and this is my first fic/ oneshot so expect errors. i wrote this entirely for myself so you dont have to like it, just dont be mean

"please just this once korra!" you breathlessly laugh. muffled snickers are heard above you, one hand gripping your arm, the other gripping your thigh. making your failed attempt at trying to kick away from her.

every time korra wants to play games, she has to win. if it's go fish, she has already won 3 times now. mario kart? forget it, she's yelling in your face like a prepubescent boy who is playing with his friends by saying "LET'S GOOOOOO".

korra does not let up and she makes sure you know that. though, this time you initiated it. walking out of your shared room, you see the back of korra's head sitting on the couch. the opened window causing the sun to pool inside the shared apartment, lighting up the side of her face.

''she's probably reading,' you thought to yourself as a sly smirk crept up on your face, seeing how her head was tilted downwards. you wanted to surprise her, to hear her scream like she always does to you when you have your back turned towards her, minding your sweet business. you continue to take a few steps toward her before you leap forward, tumbling and bringing the girl down with you.

“you little shit-” korra spits out, laughter hinting in her voice, immediately shifting to her knees before she flips you onto your back leading to where you are now. her book, wide open. crumpled pages right under her right knee as she fights you off.

“please! you never let me-” you get cut off as she’s already flipping you onto your tummy. strong thighs cage your own, her hands bringing your arms behind you, pining them onto your back. your left cheek smushed onto the carpet floor. the woman above breathing rapidly, staring down at your defeat.

“now, why would you think that would've worked?” she pants, tilting her head in amusement to peek at your adorable squished face. all you can do is focus on how her hips are grounded onto you. you can't help but shift your hips as if your body is reacting to this familiar feeling.

“it's my turn to win now,” you grumbled, trying to annunciate the words as your face was being mushed into the ground. korra tightens her grip on your arms, pressing her upper body down onto your back, lips going towards your right ear.

"so why aren't you trying to get me off?" she whispers so softly that your whole body shudders. she traced the shell of your ear with her lips. she couldn't help but smile as she felt your hips below hers grinding back into her hips.

"stop being dirty you-" you get those words out before you feel her body shift upwards. she uses her other arm now to pull your lower body half up, getting you in an arch and a nice view of how your shorts are scrunched up between the space where your thigh and crotch meet.

"im being dirty? you started rubbing your ass on me! did that seriously turn you on?" korra teases, playing with the elastic band on your shorts. she picks it up and snaps it back in place. "how much do you want to bet that you're wet right now?"

you aren't going to bet because you are wet. as soon as she gripped your arms in one hand behind your back, your body submitted. you groaned, trying to shuffle away from her fingers teasing you. she rubs her hand right over your left ass cheek, before pulling your shorts down. the soft material pooling at your mid-thigh, feeling the chilled air on your exposed slit. you gasp, inhaling sharply as you feel her middle and ring finger collecting the slick between your folds.

"fuck.." she says softly under her breath, rubbing the slick between her fingers. you’re just whining and squirming, trying to chase back at the feeling of her fingers on your cunt.

"korra.." a small whine escapes your now swollen lips, caused by you trying to hide your arousal as if it wasn't clear between your thighs. you hear her amused chuckle, her hand going back to dipping into your wetness. she rubs her fingers soothingly, making sure to put enough pressure when she reaches your clit.

"hmm, babe? what were you gonna say?" she asks, making eye contact with your sweet watering eyes. she can't help but flash you a little smile as she continues to rub at your clit. you on the other hand are trying to keep your eyes open, threatening to roll them back as she applies delicious pressure on your cunt.

"mm korra please.." tilting your head a bit more so you can get a good look at how sexy she looks above you. her hair that fell out of her ponytail perfectly framing her face, a flushed pink decorates her cheeks, and you see how her eyes are drooping with desire. before you can even register what's going to happen, you barely see her hand moving maybe 5 inches away from your pussy, swiftly spanking your mound. a shudder erupts from your body, causing a gasp to a moan leaving your mouth.

"use your words, tell me what you want baby." she quickly cups your cunt as a way to apologize and soothe your pussy from the previous slap. her voice is like music to your ears, a hot sensation in your tummy. your head already feeling fuzzy, trying to think of your response.

" fill me.. with mfmm.. your fingers, please korra," whining, going back to nibbling your bottom lip. korra groans, rubbing your puffy clit before she starts to fill you up with her index finger.

"goood girl. you're gonna let me fuck you, yeah?" she asks, a smile in her voice. you nod as your eyes flutter close, leaving your mouth agape so your whines and moans can be heard. korra continues to have that grip on your arms as she fucks you with her finger, going from slow to fast, to hooking and unhooking her finger to open you up for another. as she almost takes her index finger out of you, she slips her middle finger alongside her index.

"ahh! fuck yes korra," you moan out, shifting your legs as she adds a second finger into your sopping wet cunt. you can't help but get embarrassed as wet creamy sounds are filled into the living room. you hear the woman above you softly gasping as she cant rip her eyes away from your messy cunt, watching her fingers plunge in and out of you. your walls fluttering around her fingers, allowing yourself to feel complete mush. korra continues to fuck your pussy, her face coming towards your cunt. you feel a warm liquid sliding down your folds as it meets with her fingers, mixing with your arousal. you gasp as you realize what it is, immediately feeling your walls clench under korras fingers.

"fuck, are you gonna come baby? yeah? you dirty little minx, like when i spit in this pussy huh?" she says as her lips are right next to your ear. she nibbles on your lobe, smirking as she scissors her fingers inside you. you choke up. you feel the band in your stomach about to snap and you just want to feel korras lips on yours. you pry open your eyes and pout your lips, "yes korra mhm.. kiss me please im gonna cum."

korra swears under her breath, immediately connecting her lips to yours. speeding her fingers up as she feels your walls tighten around her fingers. the girl moans in your mouth with you, letting you take whatever you need as you feel your orgasm starting to wash over you. all you can do is let out these high-pitched moans, korra nodding her head, signaling that you can come. her eyebrows furrowed, her wet muscle moving against yours in your mouth. she starts feeling your body give one last shudder before collapsing, letting the orgasm wash over you. she catches your body almost immediately as she feels you letting go, taking her fingers out and rubbing quick circles onto your swollen clit. you gasp so cutely that she just watches this orgasm taking over you and your senses. lil splashes of your slick hit the soft ground as she continues to help you ride out your orgasm. your body starts to pick a regular breathing pattern. korra lets go of your arms as they drop to your sides. your body feels completely blissed out, your mind blank as all you can do is just feel the soft rug under your bare half.

"i did not know you liked me restraining you like that," she laughed softly, kissing your cheek as she slowed her pace. you groan, moving away from her fingers as you feel it getting too much.

"oh shut upppp," you grumble, can't help but smile as you feel your body floating in its post-orgasm state. korra reaches down and takes a little bite of your shoulder.

"dont be embarrassed, it's cute." she says, giving a kiss to the little bite mark on your shoulder. rubbing your back, korra lets you lay as long as you need to recover from an intense orgasm, which will always be her favorite part.

[demonsslayersstuff]

Male Hashira x Reader (Holding Your Hand)

A/N: I have not done one of these in a while and recently I feel like I've put Demon Slayer on the backburner because I'm currently watching AOT and JJK just ended, but Demon Slayer is my fav, so I want get back into it. These are just drabbles/ head canons of how the Male Hashira would react to reader asking them to hold their hand. No warnings, mostly fluff.

Kyojuro Rengoku:

This man is and will always be top husband material, so he would 100% be down to hold your hand

Honestly I feel like he would ask to hold your hand instead of the other way around

Rengoku has zero shame in holding your hand in public and finds it to be an enduring way to show others you are taken

He holds your hand firmly, waffle style and does not let goooooo, lol

You spot the all to familiar blazing red and yellow hair as you make your way through the various stalls of the outdoor market. You and Rengoku had just finish up a mission and wanted to do some quick sightseeing before heading back. "Kyo", you call sweetly, grabbing his attention immediately. He looks over at you with a large smile as you approach him. "Shall we continue to look at the other vendors?", he asks you. "Yes, but..", you begin. "But what?", Rengoku asks, eyebrow raised, looking down at you. "Can we hold hands?", you whisper to him. "Absolutely, I want to hold your hand", Rengoku says loudly as the nearby vendors politely hide their chuckles. Rengoku's hand slips into yours with ease, firm grip, but soft at the same time. You spend the next hour going to the various stalls and not once does he let go of your hand.

Uzui Tengen:

Would totally be down to hold your hand, zero questions asked

This man only has two hands (well, he did 😶) and 3 wives + you, so sometimes hand holding can become a bit precarious

Tengen would make the effort to give each of his partners equal hand holding time and similar to Rengoku, no shame in public hand holding

Also a waffle hand holder, occasionally traces patterns in your palm with his thumb, telling you he's thinking about you.

"Lord Tengen", you call sweetly as the two walk back towards home carrying the goods you'd just bought. "Hmmmm", he muses, glancing to look at you briefly. "Would it be ok if we held hands for a bit?", you ask with a slight blush gracing your cheeks. "Of course love", Tengen replies, his hand immediately holding yours. As you continue down the familiar path you feel a gentle squeeze and you look up at your husband. Tengen smiles down at you before pulling your hand too his lips, kissing it softly. "Uzui", you laugh. "Just making sure my girl knows she's loved", he responds. The two of you walk home, hand and hand the rest of the way.

Giyuu Tomioka:

I see this going two ways. Firstly if y'all are married, he is 100% holding your hand. Giyuu would be a caring husband (in my mind at least) so if you asked to hold his hand, he would

If y'all aren't married this boy would be shook, someone wants to hold his hand?? With a bit of coaxing on your end I could see him holding your hand in a more private setting

Giyuu keeps a gentle hold on your hand, not to tight, not to loose, just righttt. I don't see Giyuu being a waffle hand holder except in the bedroom if you know what I meannnn 😏😏

I feel like Giyuu would use hand holding as a way to express his care/ love for you without using his words. Had a bad day? Giyuu's hand is in yours

You find Giyuu resting comfortably against the tree, nose deep into a book. "Giyuu", you call lightly, "Mind if I join you?", you ask. He looks up from his book shaking his head and scooting over as his respond. You sit next to him and pull out your own book before you hold up your hand to him. Giyuu looks at you for a moment confused. "I want you to hold my hand silly", you tell him with a light chuckle as you witness a cute blush forming across his face. "Oh", he mumbles. Giyuu gently grabs your hand, letting it settle on his lap, before the two of you focus back on your books, enjoying the comfort of sitting together quietly.

Sanemi Shinazugawa:

Listen I know we all like this hot tempered white haired man, but I feel he’d only hold your hand in certain conditions

Similar to Giyuu if your married his hand is in yours, like you don’t even need to ask, this man has his hand in yours the minute you step out the door. If your not married then he’s not holding your hand until your at least seriously dating

Sanemi barely wears a shirt so he’d have no shame holding your hand in public, but a part of me thinks he has this “I’m stronger than you reputation” to uphold, so unless your together together, then sorry, he’s not holding your hand

I see Sanemi more of wrist holder (😮‍💨), like he holds your hand, but instead of your palm I feel like he’d grip your wrist nice and tight, but not uncomfortably tight.

“Nemi, I’m gonna run out to the market”, you call to your husband as you slip your shoes on. “Wait a minute, I’ll come with you”, he calls and you hear his footsteps walk down the hall. “Nemi, it’s a 4 minute walk I’ll be fine on my own”, you tell him as he comes into view. Sanemi gives you a pointed look before he puts his own shoes on. “Yeah, not happening”, he replies. As the two of you head out the door you feel his hand move to gently grip your own, his thumb tracing a delicate circle on your inner wrist. Maybe him coming wasn’t a bad idea after all.

Iguro Obanai

Listen idk what it is, but this man gives me sub vibes 🫢, so if you ask him to hold your hand then boom done

You don’t even get to finish the question before his hand is holding yours, like this man wants to hold your hand too

Has no issue holding your hand in public, what you want you get. He loves to hold your hand too because he likes that it’s clear to anyone else your taken

Obanai will hold your hand in anyway, waffle style ok, just your pinkies interlocked ok. This man just wants to hold your hand

It was a quiet day as you and the Snake Hashira stroll around the gardens getting some fresh air. You sneak a peek at the man beside you, enjoying the way the wind ruffled through his hair. “What is it?”, Obanai questions, catching you starring at him. “Nothing, just enjoying the view”, you reply back, watching as he fidgets with his fingers at your words. “Iguro would you like to hold-”, you start, but before you even finish your sentence Obanai comes to stand next to you, your hand already in his. You laugh before giving him a gentle squeeze. “My my, someone was impatient”, you quip as you pull him along towards the pond, enjoying the quiet afternoon.

Gyomei Himejima:

Gyomei gives me go with the flow vibes. Like if you want your hand held, he’ll hold your hand. If you don’t want it held, he won’t hold it

Isn’t big on PDA, but is comfortable with holding your hand in public if that’s what you want, but he won’t be the one to initiate it, that’s all on you

This man is a giant so probably not a waffle hand holder, his hand probably engulfs your own hand sooo it’s more like his big hand hand is hugging your significantly smaller one (😅)

When the two of you hold hands, Gyomei enjoys it, he loves being around you so holding your hand is just another way for the two of you to express your love for one another

“Darling”, you call as you watch the rest of the trainees hobble off after another harsh day of training under the Stone Hashira. “Shall we call it day?”, you continue as you come to stand next to your husband. “Hmmm, I suppose so”, he replies after making sure everyone had left. “Hold my hand?”, you ask him as the two of you make your way back home. “Of course”, Gyomei replies. His large hand grips as your smaller one as silence befalls you two. The walk home was a pleasant one, just the two of you strolling hand in hand.

[goldenseresinretriever]

Subject To Change: Prologue

Tyler Owens x Reader

Summary: It’s been five years since you’ve been back home and when life brings you back to your hometown you find that while some things have changed, others have stayed the same. Your brother still has his head in the clouds but the cowboy currently sleeping in your childhood bedroom is definitely a new development. You’re trying to avoid falling into old patterns but maybe some of them aren’t so bad after all.

Chapter CW: Angst, swearing

Word Count: 0.8k

A/N: Here we goooooo!!!

Series Masterlist // Next Chapter

The cab driver gives you a dirty look that you try to avoid as you tip him generously for coming out to drop you off where every other driver refused. The ride had already left a sizable dent in your wallet, but finding a driver willing to drive so far from the airport was a miracle. If anyone understands underappreciated miracle workers, it's you. He wastes no time in pealing away back down the dirt road, blowing up a cloud of dust behind you that kisses the end of your slacks, holding onto you like a homecoming hug as you finally turn to face the dusty path up to your parents’ farmhouse.

It's been years since you’ve been home but in a split second, you’re that little girl with pigtails, kicking up a cloud in her wake as her tiny feet pounded up the drive to your country castle. Now it feels like you’re walking against the wind of your past decisions as you make your way up to the dark porch, and the last of summer's sun creeps past the horizon. When you make it to the porch, your stomach clenches in guilty protest as you step onto it. Suddenly you’re a teenager again, out past curfew as muscle memory guides your hands to the hidden spare key, and before you know it you’re turning the knob, stopping just before the tell-tale squeak that’s given away your entrance more times than you’d care to admit.

It feels wrong, you think, that the house looks the same as the way you left it. You try to ignore the fact that it seems frozen in time like you never left and never looked back. There’s a light on in the kitchen like there always has been. The most replaced bulb in the house, a lighthouse, a beacon for everyone who’s passed through these four walls and it seems to whisper to you that it’s alright and you’re welcome when you know that logically you’re anything but. You tear your eyes away as your feet carry you up the stairs, stepping this way and that to avoid old creaks and discovering new ones worn in by the pattern of avoiding the old ones. Your eyes find the darkness under your parents’ door and you release a breath you didn’t know you were holding. You’re not ready to face them.

When you make it to your door, you take a deep breath as you turn the knob and swing the wood open. Your eyes refamiliarize themselves with the shadows that haunted your childhood nights and you feel at home with the ghosts of your past. The narrow silhouette of the full-length mirror. The hulking form of the antique dresser made by your grandfather’s worn hands years before you were even born. The elegant spires of your four-poster bed, another gift of your grandfather’s, but this time accompanied with memories of you dancing around the barn as he works the wood to your childish whims. You sigh and kick off the heels that have your toes aching and let them dig into the raggedy scruff of the carpet. You cross over to the dresser, swing it open, and locate your pajamas easily even with the cover of darkness. There’s something final about turning on the lights, like you’ll be revealing your arrival to that little girl who’s been waiting in her ivory tower for you to come home.

The exhaustion has caught up with you and you let yourself trudge towards your bed, shoulders slumped to match the state of your mind. You collapse onto the bed, forgoing the covers, too exhausted to pull them back but instead of the comfortable embrace of your time-worn mattress, your body collides with something hard and you feel the air knocked out of your lungs as you gasp in a silent scream. The hardness under you stirs and then it shifts and your body is shifting on top of it, and you’re so frozen in shocked confusion that you don’t think to scramble to grab at the blankets for purchase until it’s too late, and as quickly as you’re falling, you hit the group and the air is punched out of your lungs yet again. A bare foot lands by your head and then you turn it to look up the attached leg to the man that’s blinking sleepily down at you.

From this angle it’s hard to see much, especially since the room is dark, at least until the lamp on your bedside table snaps to life as the man jerks the short chain, flooding the shadows with a warm glow that silhouettes the shirtless man sitting up in your childhood bed. His dark blonde hair is sticking up in various places, and he’s blinking down at you. A thousand emotions are running through your head, fear, shock, confusion, and finally anger. You manage to collect your limbs enough to sit up, ignoring the way your hair is falling over your face in disarray from being thrown unceremoniously off the bed as you glare up at the mystery man.

“Who the fuck are you?”

A/N: AAAAA and we’re off!! I’m so excited to share this story with you all!! Happy Twisters Tuesday!!! 🤠🩵

[masu483-160p]

ITS NOT CROWVER YET!!!!

Bagi took all the info people got from Phil and she's figuring out what's happening with him: The purple backpack Phil got didn't come from the federation (why would they give anything for free when they only care about money now), the purple thing in his shoulders and back look similar to crying obsidian (block that has been appearing near his house for some reason) and judging by his reactions, Bagi thinks Phil is either being corrupted or possessed. I love that woman she's so smart!!!!

But that's not all! Fit somehow remembered a conversation he had with Phil months ago about someone going after him, the Enderking. AND thinks it may be related to whatever is happening with Phil. WHICH IS HUGE THAT INFO IS KEY. THANK YOU FIT FOR ACTUALLY REMEMBER HOLLY SHIT LET'S GOOOOOO

Now the only thing they need is convince Phil to let them help. That's gonna be the hard part.

[illiterateaffairs]

DISTRACTIONS X | LET ME BACK IN

pairing: jamie tartt x f!reader (ted lasso)

rating: T

word count: 8,787

summary: jamie’s upset that you’re keeping secrets from him and keeping him a secret. you need to find a way to fix everything.

A/N: Thank you all for your reactions on the last chapter. Even if you’re mad at the reader, I love that you guys care so much about her and Jamie. I hope despite the angst this chapter makes it a bit better...here we goooooo! xo

distractions masterlist | previous chapter  

Something was wrong with Jamie. And you had a feeling it was your fault. 

After you returned from your interview with the publishing house in New York, Jamie started acting differently. He was quiet and distant. When you tried to ask him about it, he brushed you off. At first you thought something had happened, and that he’d eventually tell you what was wrong in his own time. But that was a week ago and he still hadn’t given you any explanation as to what was making him act like this.

You think maybe he’s caught on to your own secrets, such as the job opportunity you still weren’t telling him about. The interview had gone well, so much so, that you were about to have your second. You had talked yourself up to telling him about it before then, but since he was already not talking to you, you didn’t want to make matters worse. Or you were using Jamie’s feelings as a perfect excuse to delay the inevitable. Either way, you weren’t any closer to explaining your behavior than he was explaining his. 

It was eating you up inside. You wanted to ask what was wrong, but you couldn’t bear the answer. You figured he was mad at you for all the secrets surrounding your relationship, and in a perfect world you’d give in and tell him everything. But you seized up every time you thought about doing so. It only made you feel even worse that he was pushing you away, and you were helpless to do anything about it. His behavior hurt you, but you couldn’t help but feel like you deserved it, so you took it. 

It was clear communication was something you both needed to work on.

You also didn’t want to pry too much because you figured AFC Richmond’s upcoming match against Man City was also getting to him. 

In the bits and pieces he’s told you about his dad, you knew he hadn’t seen him since they had it out when they played at Wembley. They were also going to Jamie’s hometown, and the die-hard Man City fans weren’t particularly thrilled when Jamie left the team for his brief reality tv stint. You can’t imagine how all of this is weighing on his chest. You imagine it's pretty hard, and again you just wish he’d come talk to you about it.

Today you decided to try giving Jamie complete space by not reaching out, with the hopes that maybe he would do so himself. In an effort to not sit around and wait by your phone, you go out to lunch with Keeley and Rebecca to enjoy your day off. 

Turns out it's exactly what you needed. Not only were you dying for a good meal - that Rebecca was paying for - you were in desperate need of girl talk. You were thrilled to catch up with both of them, and were even more excited to hear that Rebecca was investing in Keeley’s PR company so it didn’t have to completely shut down. You were also very intrigued when Rebecca made reference to Roy spending the night with Keeley a few nights ago, and upon questioning from both of you, Keeley played coy as to whether that meant her and the brooding football coach were getting back together. 

Unfortunately, that’s when the topic changed to your own romantic endeavors. Both of your friends inquired about how you and Jamie were doing. At first, you plastered on a polite smile, but you knew you wouldn’t be able to convince them everything was okay if you couldn’t even convince yourself. As soon as your faux-smile flips into a wobbling frown, both women sit up and are at the ready to comfort you. 

“We’re actually not great right now,” you choke out, feeling yourself becoming emotional about everything for the first time. Determined not to cry, you bite your tongue, “Jamie’s been distant lately and I’m pretty sure it's my fault.”

“Oh, babe,” Keeley sighs, brushing a piece of hair behind your ear, “What makes you say that?”

You take a deep breath, “First, that I’ve still been hesitant to tell everyone about us.”

Rebecca frowns from her seat on the other side of you, grasping your hand, “I’m sure he understands why you want to wait.”

“But I don’t even fully understand why,” you sigh, squeezing her hand, “And it's not just that. I’ve been lying to him about something else, too.”

Rebecca and Keeley remain quiet, giving you the space to admit it yourself. After collecting yourself, you begin to explain how you were interviewing for a literary job in New York, thanks to a friend back home. You told them it was going well, and that you had another interview set up in a couple days, and while you were excited to have a job in your dream career field, there was also something holding you back. And you didn’t want Jamie to worry about you moving away, especially if you didn’t know whether or not that was going to happen yet. But you fear he’s caught on to the sneaking around and is upset with you. 

You take a deep breath, after you word vomit every worry you were feeling. You were staring at the table throughout your whole explanation, and when you finally look up at them, they’re exchanging looks with each other.

“What?” you whisper, “Do you think I’m a horrible person?”

They rush to assure you they do not in fact think you’re horrible at all. They completely understand why you’ve been keeping this to yourself, but admit that it probably isn’t making Jamie feel good that you’re keeping something from him, even though he doesn’t know what it is. 

“I know its scary,” Keeley says softly, now holding on to your other hand, “But I don’t think Jamie will react as badly as you think. Yeah, he’d probably hate the idea of you leaving, but he’s also so supportive of you. You know that.”

You nod, “I do know that. I think it's just the last time I told someone I was with that I wanted to go after a new job, he made me feel like shit.”

Keeley scoffs, “Well that guy was an asshole and he’s not Jamie.”

“I know.” You repeat, firmly this time. Hesitantly, you turn your focus to Rebecca, “What about you? Are you upset that I've been considering another job?”

“Please, I’ve been waiting for this day to come since you started,” Rebecca chuckles, “You and I both knew this was just temporary, until you were in a better place to go after what you really wanted. I’m proud that you’re making those steps now.”

You close your eyes, absorbing her kind words. While it was reassuring to hear, it didn’t make any of this easier. 

“Even if it was supposed to be temporary, that didn’t stop me from finding the best people I’ve ever met,” you squeeze both of their hands, “I don’t want to leave any of you just as much as I don’t want to leave Jamie, even if it's what I’ve always wanted.”

Rebecca and Keeley exchange another look, this time with small smiles forming on their faces.

“What if we told you, you could do both?” Keeley asks mysteriously.

You narrow your eyes, “What? Did you suddenly invent teleportation or something?”

“No, better,” she smiles proudly, “I recently took on a new client who’s an up-and-coming author from Wales, who is signed under this major agency here is London. So, because I’m the best person ever, I reached out to his agent and told her all about you and the book you’re working on, and she’s interested in meeting with you.”

“A literary agent, in the U.K., is interested in meeting with me?” you ask, dumbfounded.

Keeley nods aggressively and Rebecca gives you a huge grin.

“So, if they like my work, they could potentially sign me, and I could stay in Richmond?”

“Yup,” Keeley confirms, “And then when you eventually finish your incredible book, I can be your publicist!”

You laugh in disbelief, “I don’t know what to say.”

“Say you’ll think about it,” Rebecca says, “We know New York was where you wanted to be and maybe that’s still your dream, and we’d 100% support you. But if staying in Richmond is where you want to be now, you can do that too and still pursue writing.”

“Yeah, we love you, and we just want you to be happy,” Keeley assures, “Although, selfishly, I’d want you to stay here but that's just me.”

“No, I second that.” Rebecca quips.

“But totally no pressure,” Keeley tacks on, and after a beat, the three of you burst into a fit of giggles. 

“Thank you, both,” you smile genuinely, “For everything but mostly being so supportive. I appreciate you looking out for me, and I will definitely consider meeting with that agent.”

“Good,” Rebecca cheers, pulling her hand from yours to clap hers together, “Everything will work out, career wise and with Jamie, too. I know it.”

Keeley squeezes your hand again, before returning to finishing her brunch, and your conversation swings back to what Rebecca has had going on. While you still needed to fix things with Jamie, as well as figure out what the hell you wanted to do with your writing, you had a feeling no matter what happened, everything would be okay. 

Contrary to feeling more confident in your situation, it had only gotten worse. Over the last few days, Jamie had gone from distancing himself from you to completely ghosting you. Your attempts at reaching out weren’t completely ignored, but his responses were minimal and you could tell were excuses. At work he’d avoid you, and when you invited him over, he’d say he was either tired from training or doing extra training. Again, you couldn’t pretend it didn’t sting, but you tried to push it all away, hoping after the Manchester game, he’d start feeling differently. 

Meanwhile, you were also grappling with not one, but two job opportunities. The one Kara presented was in your dream city, but the one Keeley offered would keep you here with your new found-family. Both were appealing, but both scared the shit of you. Moving to yet another city was a big deal, but staying in one just for someone else was a mistake you’ve made before. Not that Jamie was at all like Mason. You knew that above all else. But it was still something to consider. Plus, it was anxiety inducing having two of your friends get you these chances that felt a little unearned, especially with how you’ve been handling everything. It was a lot to process, and the one person who usually helps you relax was avoiding you. By no fault but your own. 

Jesus, you were getting no work done today, with all of these other problems taking up space in your brain. Plus you were hiding from Ted’s mom in an effort to keep your secret, because she in fact did not know about everything. 

“Oi!” you jump at the sound of your office door being busted open, a booming voice accompanying it, “You need to fix your boyfriend.”

With your hand over your chest, trying to settle your racing heart, you give Roy Kent an apprehensive look, your eyes flitting to the hallway behind him.

Roy rolls his eyes, “Most of the team has cleared out for the night. No one’s going to hear us.”

Still, he invites himself into the room and pushes the door shut rather aggressively, before plopping himself down in the seat across from yours with his arms crossed.

You calm down a bit, but you still feel nervous with the glare he was giving you. Did his eyebrows get thicker?

“What do you mean?” you ask eventually, wondering if you come off like you don’t know exactly what he’s talking about.

“Tartt,” Roy spits out, “He just spent the last fifteen minutes crying into my arms.”

Your face falls, “He did?”

“Yeah. Said he’s lost his wings.”

“Jesus,” you mutter with a frown. “Did he tell you why he feels like that?”

Roy shakes his head, “He says he doesn’t even know.” You bite your lip, breaking eye contact with him. He tilts his head, “Something tells me you might have an idea.”

You sigh, crossing your own arms before looking at him again, “He’s been acting off the last week or so.” Roy nods. “I think it has something to do with the Man City match coming up.”

Roy grunts, “That doesn’t surprise me.”

You hesitate before adding on, “And I probably have something to do with it, too.”

Roy furrows his brows again, “What did you do?”

You grit your teeth, “I think it's more about what I’m not doing. I’ve had some personal stuff I’ve been sorting through recently that I’ve been keeping to myself. And I can tell he’s been wanting to tell everyone about us even though he says it's fine that we’re not.”

“So?” Roy shrugs, “Just fucking tell everyone.”

“It's not that simple.”

“Why not?” he questions, “Are you embarrassed of him or something?”

“No! Of course not. I do want people to know.”

“Then why not tell people?”

“Because every time I think about telling anyone - the team, my family - I get this horrible feeling in my chest and I feel like I can’t breathe. I don’t know why, but it freaks me out.”

Roy’s silent for a second before letting out a “Huh.” Another moment goes by, “You should talk to Ted about that.”

Inwardly you laugh. Oh, how that was only another part of the problem. A problem you still didn’t understand the root of.

“Either way,” Roy continues, “I think you should at least tell Jamie this. He needs you.”

“Don’t you think I’ve tried?” you say, “He’s barely talked to me the last few days, and when he does it's nothing of substance. I want to help him but I don’t know how to get him to let me.”

Once again Roy doesn’t say anything right away. You instead decide to break the silence this time.

“Maybe Keeley would be able to get through to him,” you suggest softly, “She already kind of knows something’s up and she’s known him longer. Maybe he’ll listen to her.”

Roy looks as apprehensive about the idea as you sound, but you both know it's not a bad one. Eventually he nods and stands up.

“I’ll ask her,” he states. You take that as the end of your conversation before Roy turns back in your direction in the doorway, “You’re going to have to talk to him eventually. Jamie may be stubborn and weird and a fucking idiot sometimes, but you’re important to him. He’ll come around.”

You give him a slight smile, though it's a bit forced, and thank him. He nods once, his lip quirking up a bit in what must be his version of a smile, before he disappears down the hall. 

Maybe if you couldn’t fix Jamie someone else could.

Apparently no one knew how to fix Jamie. 

While you hadn’t heard from him into the next day, Roy and Keeley had informed you she’d try to talk to him when everyone arrived in Man City. You waited in the suite you were sharing with her and Rebecca, anxiously hoping she’d come back and announce he was magically doing better. But, when she quietly entered the hotel room, the look on her face told you everything.

“He’s still upset?” You question already knowing the answer.

Keeley regretfully nods, “And I think I made it worse.”

“How could you have possibly made it worse?” you exclaim. 

“I didn’t mean to!” Keeley cries, her hands shaking, “But there’s team movie night, tonight, right? Maybe some time with the team and a good, old-fashioned rom-com will cheer him up.”

“I don’t know, Keeley,” you sigh. You hesitate for a few seconds, before asking, “Did he say anything about me?”

Keeley looks at the carpeted floor, “Not really. I brought you up - said you were worried about him - and he just looked sad and didn’t say anything.”

“Fuck,” you breath out, collapsing backwards on your bed, “Did I break him?”

“No,” Keeley urges, jumping on to the bed beside you, “Trust me it can’t be just your shit. The boy is unhinged right now.”

You snort despite the situation. 

“Come on,” Keeley nudges you, “Let's get a drink, relax a little, go to the movie night and see if we can’t talk to him after, yeah?”

You sigh again, before reluctantly nodding and letting her pull you up and out of the room. 

Jamie needed to clear his head. Contrary to what he had hoped, a team viewing of You’ve Got Mail was not enough to lift his spirits. In fact, he could hardly get through five minutes of the movie without thinking of you. And thinking of you came with a reminder of how you’d been hiding things from him, and then how he’d cowardly been avoiding you instead of facing the problem head on. Of course those anxieties also doubled when he remembered the game he was playing this weekend. 

He felt guilty for shutting you out. Of course he did. He honestly hadn’t meant for it to get this far, he was just trying to figure out how to bring it all up. But then he started spiraling about returning to his home town and seeing his dad that it all became too much. He wanted nothing more than to talk to you about his worries, but you were apart of the reason he was so anxious. He could sense your own guilt - especially during the movie when he could feel your eyes staring at the back of his head. But he was still afraid of where the conversation would lead, so he once again pushed those feelings away. 

Jamie knew there was one place he could go that would instantly make him feel better. And that was his mother’s house.

As soon as the credits rolled, Ted was calling for a 10PM curfew, but Jamie was on his way out. He expertly navigated the streets of Manchester, hoodie pulled over his head to avoid unwanted attention. About halfway through his commute, he caught onto the fact that you, Roy, and Keeley were trailing him. Despite his avoidance of all three of them, he couldn’t help but feel amused that they were trying to sneakily follow him. 

After leading them through a tunnel, in which the trio lost track of him, he doubled back and snuck up on them. Once again, he was satisfied that he’d managed to startle the three, but then he noticed the worry on your face, and he was reminded of the situation you were all in. He briefly considered ordering them away, until Keeley asked if he was buying drugs, so he figured ridding them of any weird suspicions they may have about him would get them off of his back. 

As he led them unknowingly to his mum’s house, he felt a pain in his stomach knowing you were purposely leaving space between the two of you as you followed behind. He wanted nothing more than to take your hand, but just because you felt bad about hiding things from him, didn’t absolve you of everything. 

When they arrived on his street, a few of the neighborhood kids started yelling obscenities at him. Jamie just shook his head, knowing as well that Roy was definitely amused, before walking them over to his house. 

Simon, his step-dad, greets them warmly and Jamie introduces them to his three confused companions. Then before he knows it, his mum is bounding down the stairs and all of his anxiety begins to melt away as she engulfs him into her arms. 

Pulling away briefly, he turns back to see the curious looks on your faces, “Mummy, I’d like to introduce you to my friends, Y/N, Keeley and this hairy prick’s Roy.”

You smile sweetly in recognition as you all greet Jamie’s mom, but Jamie can tell you’re still caught off guard. 

“It’s lovely to meet you all. I’d give you a hug but I’m not letting go of this one,” Jamie’s mom, Georgie, says cheerfully before Jamie picks her up and spins her around.

The lot of you end up in the living room after that, Jamie collapsing in his mother’s arms on the couch as Simon serves the rest of you with some of his homemade sweet treats. After Jamie tells her about the jerks online making fun of his hair, Georgie suggests that Simon give the rest of you a tour of the house. As they all file out, Jamie looks up at you. You give him a tiny smile; one that somehow conveyed guilt, sorrow, and support. Jamie was both happy you were here and scared as hell about where this night was going to go.

Now left alone with his mum, she finally presses Jamie to confess to what has been bothering him. He begins to explain how ever since he stopped playing football to spite his dad, he’s begun to feel like he’s lost his passion; that his heart wasn’t in it. 

Georgie frowns and holds her son closer. She lets him know that whether or not Jamie was the way he was in spite of his father, he was an amazing human. She also admits to how emotional she was when she saw him play for England. She assured him that even if his dad was in the stands tomorrow, drunk and screaming at him, it didn’t matter. He had nothing to prove to him. Even if he was feeling lost, she was positive he’d find his way eventually. 

Jamie instantly felt comforted by his mum’s words, hugging her tighter. He knew that no matter what happened with his dad, he’d always have her and she’d always be his biggest fan. 

After her speech, they sit in silence for a few moments, with his mum brushing her fingers through his hair.

“Jamie, is something else bothering you other than your dad?” she asks softly. 

Jamie plays with the strings of his sweatshirt, not even sure where to begin when it comes to you. He hadn’t told his mum about you officially, but he certainly hadn’t shied away from mentioning you over phone calls the duration that you’d been here. 

“There’s also a girl,” he says slowly, “That I’ve been seeing the last couple months.”

He can feel his mum smirk into his hairline, “One of the girls that came here with you tonight?” Jamie already knows his mum knows about Keeley, but he still clarifies that it's you. “And you like her?”

Jamie sighs. Like doesn’t even begin to cover it. “I’m mad for her.”

“So what’s the problem?”

“I think she’s hiding some things from me,” he admits quietly, “And she’s also been keen on keeping our relationship a secret from most of our friends and I dunno why. I’m afraid she’s ashamed of me.”

“But she treats you well? Makes you happy?”

“Yeah.”

“Then she’s probably just scared, babe,” she tries to soothe his worries, “I doubt she’s keeping things a secret for any reason to hurt you.”

“But why would she be scared?” he questions, “I’m not going anywhere. I’m not going to hurt her. I’ve done and said everything to make sure she knows that. Well, up until I started avoiding her the last few days.”

Georgie shakes her head at that last bit, but ignores it, “It doesn’t matter what you say. If voices in her head are telling her otherwise, they’re still going to be louder than any other voice even if it's unreasonable. This is the girl you told me about right? The one with the asshole boyfriend from America?”

“Ex-boyfriend,” Jamie mutters making his mother chuckle.

“She’s probably still reeling from the way he treated her. Even if you prove that you’re not anything like him, it's still gonna take some time for her to fully trust you. Or anyone. You need to be patient with her, love.”

Jamie sighs. He knows she’s right. He has his own voices in his head working against him half the time, he should be more understanding of whatever is going on in your own head. He gets that you’ve been fucked over before, and you’re definitely putting up walls because of it. He just wishes there was something he could do or say that would erase all of the emotional scars you had. But again, maybe that was something you could work on together. He just needed to actually step up and talk to you. 

Even though you and Jamie have been in a rocky place, you are enjoying the tour of his childhood home. There are so many little things throughout the house that give you a glimpse into Jamie’s life, you try to memorize it all. You’re loving everything you learn, that is, until you make it to Jamie’s room and see the poster of Keeley with two footballs covering her breasts. You feel a little weird seeing a picture of your friend and boyfriend's ex in his childhood bedroom, but part of you is equally amused, especially with Keeley’s reaction. And then there’s an old photo of Roy pinned right beside it that completes it all. 

Simon leaves the three of you alone to check on his baked goods in the oven. You eventually excuse yourself to the bathroom in order to gather your thoughts, but also to give Roy and Keeley the chance to talk. You’ve been sensing the tension between them all night, despite their insistence on just being friends.

As soon as you shut yourself in the hall bathroom, you stare at your face in the mirror. You look downright exhausted. And you were. All of the worrying you were doing about Jamie, on top of the shit you were keeping from him, was weighing heavily on you. Seeing him turn into a little kid in the presence of his mom both melted and broke your heart. He was clearly hurting for a million reasons, and it killed you to even be one. It also hurt you when he introduced you to his mom as a friend, but it was your own doing. 

Splashing water on your face, you begin to question everything. Why did you really want to keep your relationship with Jamie a secret? You have half a mind to send an email blast to the entire club right now saying you’re together, but even the half-baked idea makes your stomach hurt. But why? Why couldn’t you just be a normal person and tell the world you had a boyfriend. It wasn’t a big deal.

Except it was. Because it was Jamie. And with all his quirks and occasionally prick-like qualities, you adored him. More than you’ve ever adored anyone. It was the biggest deal in the world and you didn’t want to risk messing it up. 

But you already have. 

That’s it, you decide, staring your reflection down as you dry your face with a hand towel. You were going to tell Jamie everything. About Ted. About your job conundrum. And then once the air was cleared and Jamie - hopefully - still wanted to be with you, you’d hopefully feel better and be able to tell the world. You don't give yourself the chance to change your mind. As soon as you were back in Richmond you would talk. But hopefully you get the chance to at least apologize to him tonight. If he lets you. 

You don’t have to wonder about that long. As you exit the bathroom, you nearly run full force into Jamie, but he gently grabs your arms to steady you.

Your heart doesn’t settle though, as you find yourself alone with Jamie for the first time in what feels like ages. 

“Hi,” you breathe out shakily, studying his eyes for any sign of what he might say to you.

“Hi,” he repeats just as quietly, slowly and reluctantly, removing his arms from around you.

After a few seconds of silence, both of you open your mouths to apologize, but as soon as the words ‘i’m sorry’ leave his lips, you’re frowning.

“Jamie, you have nothing to be sorry for,” you insist, “You’re the one who’s been hurting these last couple weeks, and I have been the one to make it worse.”

Jamie shakes his head, “But I do have a reason. I fucked up. I should have just told you what was bothering me instead of pushing you away. You don’t deserve that.”

“I-”

“You don’t.” he states, leaving no room for argument.

You swallow thickly, “Why did you? Push me away, I mean?”

Jamie shrugs his shoulders, “I think I was afraid if I confronted the issue, that’d you tell me you didn’t want to be with me or something. So I just shoved it all down. But that clearly didn’t help.”

You sigh, “I get that. I still want to be with you, though, just so you know.”

The corner of Jamie’s lips lift, but it's still wobbly, “What has been going on with you then? I know you’re keeping something from me, and I know it has something to do with why you don’t want to tell anyone about us. I want to respect your decision, but it honestly has been killing me not telling anyone.” Jamie’s voice gets small, “Is it me? Are you embarrassed of me? Am I not good enough?”

“No, Jamie,” you step forward and gently place your hands on his face, relieved he doesn’t push you away, “You know that’s not it. I like you so much and I’m proud to be with you.”

“Then why don’t you want anyone to know?”

“You want the honest answer?” He nods. “I don’t know,” you whisper, “It scares me, Jamie. I don’t know why, but the idea of more people knowing makes me even more afraid of losing you somehow. I know that doesn’t make sense, but for whatever reason, keeping to our bubble makes me feel like I can protect us from anything bad happening.”

“Babe?” he quips quietly, “Something did happen. That’s why we’re having this conversation.”

You sigh, defeated, “I know. I told you I’m bad at this.” 

Jamie frowns and wraps you in his arms, “You’re not any worse than me. We just need to talk to each other.”

“Yeah,” you nod into his shoulder, “I promise I have more I want to tell you - and I will actually tell you - but it’d probably be better to do once we’re back home.”

Jamie’s heart swells. He knows you don’t mean anything by the word home, but he can’t help but feel comforted by the phrasing. “That sounds good,” he says softly, pulling back slightly so he can see your face, “Promise me, it's nothing bad. Like, you’re not seeing someone else, and you’re not wanted for murder, right?”

You laugh, despite the weight of the situation, “No, it's none of those things.” 

“Good,” Jamie smiles softly, “And I promise not to ignore you the next time I’m upset.”

“Thank you,” you give him your own watery smile, “Are you going to be okay, tomorrow? At the game, potentially seeing your dad?”

“I don’t know. I hope so,” he answers honestly, “Seeing mum always helps.”

Your smile widens, “Yeah. Your mom is wonderful. I’m really glad you have her.” You brush a few strands of hair out of his face, “I also promise next time we visit it will be under better circumstances, and you won’t have to introduce me as your friend.”

Jamie grins, “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” 

“I’m still okay with waiting as long as you need,” Jamie adds, “I’m scared, too. Also eager to brag about my insanely hot girlfriend everywhere I go. But I can wait. As long as you need.”

You giggle, “Thank you.”

“Alright, let’s get Keeley and Roy, and get out of here.” Jamie states, making a move in the direction of his bedroom. However, you tug him back.

“One more thing,” you whisper, before planting your lips on his for a long awaited kiss. When you eventually part, you both smile, “I missed that.”

“Me too,” Jamie nods before pressing his forehead against yours, “Never going that long without doing that ever again.”

You chuckle and agree, before you both part to collect Roy and Keeley. When you reenter Jamie’s room, you find the pair with their hands interlocked. They react as if they were in the middle of something - which they clearly were - but Keeley stands up and drags you out of the room, leaving the boys behind. You make a mental note to ask her about that later. 

Outside o the house, the four of you say goodbye to Jamie’s mom and step-dad. His mom surprises you and gives you an extra tight hug. You have a feeling she probably already knows a thing or two about your relationship with Jamie. You find yourself unbothered by this though, and hope you find yourself feeling this way about telling your own family soon. 

You watch on and admire Jamie and his mother as they say goodbye. You’re once again so thankful he has a parent like her in his life, and that he’s clearly gotten the best parts of himself from her. He also definitely gained much of his confident arrogance from the way she talks about him, but he wouldn’t be Jamie without it so you can’t complain. 

After one last wave, and a promise to return, the four of you head down the road, making plans to get a drink upon arrival back to the hotel. 

The rest of the night you feel a sense of relief flood you. You and Jamie were okay. More than okay, in fact, you come to realize, when he’s propositioning you to come back to his room with him. A room he wasn’t sharing with a teammate, he’s sure to emphasize. You of course eagerly accept, and spend the night wrapped in Jamie’s arms before falling into a blissful sleep. 

You find yourself thinking about your late night hook-up when you lie awake early the next morning. Things were different between you. They were more intimate, even by your standards. It was like you used your bodies to convey every ounce of how sorry you were, and how much you cared about one another. It was slow. Tender. Loving. 

Before you can linger too much on that thought, Jamie’s eyes are fluttering open as he lays on the pillow next to you. As soon as he blinks the sleepiness out of his eyes, he gives you a warm smile, which you return.

“Good morning,” he whispers, running his fingers through your messy hair.

“Good morning to you, too.”

“I wish I could stay here with you all day, but…”

“You’ve got to get ready for the game.” you finish for him.

He nods regretfully before pushing himself out of bed. Before he can get too far, you reach for his arm.

“Will you be okay out there today?” you ask, once again.

And again, Jamie seems unsure, but he plasters another small smile on his face before leaning down to give you a kiss, “As long as you’re there watching, I’ll be fine.”

You can’t help but smile back, pecking him one last time before shooing him off to get ready.

With another moment alone, you once again feel relieved that you and Jamie are back in a better place. However, you feel that familiar ache in your chest that something is missing; that you still have things to make up for. You know you still have a lot to explain to him, but that could wait until tomorrow. You needed to see Jamie win this game first. 

Richmond’s match against Man City on this day will go down as one of the most stressful football games you’ve ever witnessed. 

Everything started out smoothly. You watched enthusiastically from a box, seated in between Keeley and Rebecca, with Higgins on her other side. Van Damme was blocking every attempt made by the opposing team, and Jamie assisted Colin in making the first goal of the match. As you and your friends cheered, Leslie was hesitant to celebrate in fear of jinxing the team, so he stayed frozen in place.

Unfortunately, things took a turn after that. It was like the whole stadium was against Jamie. From the moment he walked onto the pitch, angry Man City fans were booing and cursing his name. Not only that, it seemed like every player on Manchester’s side was out to get the footballer, knocking him down or stealing the ball every chance they got. 

You watched on nervously, trying not to let it get to you. It was the name of the game. But it didn’t mean you had to like it. 

Half way through the game, the worst of your fears happened. In an effort to prevent Man City from scoring, Jamie leapt to block the ball and hurt his ankle in the process. You watched with bated breath when he wouldn’t get up from his spot hunched behind the goal line. He brushed off Isaac’s attempts to help him, and eventually got up himself. You let out a sigh of relief, until after walking a few feet, Jamie is falling back onto the pitch and the medical team is rushing onto the field.

“Holy shit,” you mutter under your breath.

Keeley takes your hand in hers and gives it a squeeze. “Hey, it's okay. Jamie’s going to be okay.” But you can tell she sounds just as nervous as you feel. 

You don’t know how long you’re waiting to see if Jamie will make it back up, but its torture. Ted is clearly banking on Jamie being able to play again, refusing to substitute anyone for him and having the team play with ten players instead of eleven. For their part, they’re holding down the fort, and Van Damme continues to block every shot. But you don’t care about the game, you just care about Jamie. 

At this point, both Rebecca and Keeley have a hold on each of your hands as you watch the medics look after Jamie. You know the coaches must be getting restless, because Ted goes to talk to Jamie again. You wish nothing more than to be able to rush down onto the pitch and comfort him yourself, but you trust that Ted is giving him the pep talk he needs to hear. 

And it seems as though you were right, because minutes after talking to Ted, Jamie is up and walking back onto the field, to the excitement of the crowd and his teammates. 

You feel a weight lifted off of your shoulders, letting go of your friends’ hands to clap for him yourself. 

“Yeah, let's go Jamie!” 

It was as if the next few moments happen in slow motion. After defending another goal against Man City, Van Damme is sending the ball down the field to an open Jamie, who expertly navigates around several opponents to get towards Richmond’s goal. You watch in awe as Jamie scores the team’s second point, bad ankle and all, all on his own. 

You practically fly out of your seat to cheer for him, screaming and jumping around with Keeley and Rebecca. In the midst of the stadium’s celebration, a whistle blows to finally send in Jamie’s substitution. Looking a bit shell-shocked and relieved, Jamie slowly makes his way off the field, but it's not without a proud send off from the entire crowd - including the Man City fans who were previously cheering against him.

Jamie’s touched face fills the jumbo-screen, and your heart swells with adoration. You know how much this has to mean to him. You also feel overcome with love for your uncle, who let Jamie have his moment before taking him out of the game. 

You had never felt more proud of Jamie, and you were once again overcome with the urge to run to him. 

You sit anxiously through the final moments of the game and rejoice in yet another celebration when the clock finally runs down and Richmond is declared the winner. Even as you embrace both of your friends in all the excitement, your thoughts are still consumed by Jamie.

You needed to see him. 

You can hear your heart pounding in your ears, as you walk with Keeley, Rebecca, and Higgins down to the guest locker room. You try not to appear over-eager, wanting to remain in step with your friends, but you find it hard to resist the temptation to run ahead of them. After what feels like a trillion years, you make it to the locker room, finding the team’s celebration in full force. You break away from your group, as they go to congratulate the coaches. Part of you also desperately wants to talk to Ted, about a lot of things, but particularly how much you appreciate him for being there for Jamie tonight, but you had to see Jamie first. Your eyes scan the room as you walk through, congratulating Colin and Dani as you pass each of them, before you finally notice Jamie, towards the middle of the room. Sam had his arm around him, most likely supporting his teammate with his injury and all. 

Not even really processing that your feet take you there, you find yourself in front of the footballers. Sam sees you first, giving you a blinding smile. You don’t hesitate to return it, but your attention is hard pressed on Jamie, and Sam seems to get the memo. 

“You’re here!” Jamie exclaims, breathless from the excitement, and a bit confused about what you’re doing.

You nod, “Yeah,” you shout over the noise, a bit breathless yourself. “You were…incredible out there.”

Jamie squints at you, though he’s thankful for the compliment, “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you bob your head up and down, still running on adrenaline. 

Jamie’s confusion is palpable, but when he goes to say something else, you don’t give him the fucking chance. 

Like a force, you wrap your arms around Jamie’s neck and pull him in for an earth-shattering kiss. You feel Jamie’s surprise, but it's short-lived as he wraps his own arms around your waist. You balance Jamie’s weight as Sam lets him go, only to start cheering for the two of you. This, of course, grabs the attention of the rest of the team, who immediately join in when they see what the two of you are doing. 

You hear shouts of surprise and excitement, and a few people shaking your shoulders, but you couldn’t care less. Your focus was entirely on Jamie, who was giving you the best kiss of your life right now. Unfortunately, breathing was still a thing so you had to pull away. When you do, you can’t look away from Jamie’s eyes, that are once again overcome with emotion. You imagine you look the same.

“Is this really happening?” Jamie eventually gets out, shakily.

All you can do is nod again, with a breathless laugh, “I think so.”

Jamie eagerly kisses you again before engulfing you in the tightest hug. Into his shoulder, you whisper how proud you are of him, and he only squeezes you closer to him, if at all possible.

Over his shoulder, you notice the rest of the club. Roy and Keeley look on at you two happily - or as happy as Roy Kent can look. Higgins for his part looks delighted as well, and Rebecca looks proud as hell. Beard looks like he’s frozen in place from the shock. And Ted…

You hadn’t really thought about how you were doing this in front of Ted.

When you study him, he is exchanging a look with Rebecca, who shrugs her shoulders innocently. Ted looks back at you, a little bit stunned, and a little bit amused. When he makes eye contact, you find yourself opening your mouth as if you could explain from where you were through all the commotion. He just raises his hand, signaling there was no need to say or do anything, and then he gives you a supportive smile.

You are once again flooded with relief. You knew you would eventually have to talk to him about everything, and explain more to Jamie as well. But at this moment, everything felt right in the world for the first time in a long time. 

The team’s victory celebration carries on throughout their bus trip back to Nelson Road and into the locker room as most of them get changed for a night out. Jamie elects to stay behind, wanting to rest his ankle, and also get a bit of alone time with you. 

You help Jamie walk to the treatment room, before telling him you were going to grab something from your car. He, of course, doesn’t let you leave without pulling you in for another kiss. He’d been kissing you any chance he got all night, basking in the freedom he now had to do so as he pleased. You had to admit, you could definitely get used to all the affection.

For your part, though, you didn’t need anything in your car. You just wanted the chance to task Roy and Keeley to find some champagne, so Jamie could still have his own little celebration. But you also wanted to talk to Ted. 

On your way to the coaches office, you pass Beard who is headed to the after party. When he clocks you, he gives you a wide eyed look. 

“You, missy, are my shit list,” he states, crossing his arms.

“What for?” you cross your own arms, “You want Jamie all to yourself or something?”

“No, Jamie’s not my type,” he teases, “I’m hurt that you didn’t tell me.”

You chuckle, “To be fair, I didn’t tell a lot of people.”

“Still, I thought we were closer than that.”

You give him a smile, uncrossing your arms to touch his shoulder. “I promise the next time I secretly date a footballer on the team you coach, you’ll be the first to know.”

“Thank you,” he places his own hand over yours, before pointing a finger at you, “But this better be the first and only time that happens.”

You giggle again. He kisses your head, letting you know that he is very happy for you, before disappearing into the night, as Beard does. 

That leaves you to find Ted alone in his office, packing up his bag. You knock on the doorframe, getting his attention, and immediately receiving a playful grin from him. 

“There she is,” he sing-songs, “Mrs. Jamie Tartt.”

You scoff, “Woah. Woah. Woah. We aren’t betrothed.”

Ted snorts, “I know. I just like teasing you, Kiddo.”

You laugh lightly, before you decide that it's now or never to address the elephant in the room. 

“I’m sorry for not telling you,” you say softly. 

Ted shakes his head, “There’s nothing to apologize for.”

You nod, but you don’t feel any less sorry. 

“Does Jamie know about our little family-affair?” Ted eventually asks.

You shake your head, “No. Was thinking I’d wait to tell him tomorrow, but…”

Ted nods, seemingly knowing exactly what you’re thinking, “You’re scared?”

“Yes,” you breathe out deeply, “But I don’t get it. I can’t tell him about you. I haven’t been able to tell you or Michelle or Dad and Pop about him. I really, really like him and I should be able to tell everyone that. But it terrifies me and I don’t understand why.

“I do,” Ted sticks his hands in his pockets and raises his shoulders, “Because as soon as you say something like that out loud, especially to the people who know and love you most, it makes it real. And that’s what's scary.”

You suck in a huge gulp of air, “Yes. That’s exactly how I’ve been feeling. I just didn’t know how to put it into words.”

Ted nods, continuing, “And telling family is twice as hard, because they’re the people who know you better than anyone else. They can call you on your bullshit, but they also know when something is the real deal. Which is probably why you never told us about what was really going on with Mason.”

You narrow your eyes at him, “How do you…”

“Rebecca may have mentioned a couple things in passing,” he admits, “She is not a fan of him to say the least. Rightfully so, it seems.”

“Yeah,” you agree shakily, “Even though Jamie is a lot different than Mason, I think I didn’t want to hear truths I wasn’t ready to accept yet.”

You did everything you could to keep your family and Mason out of the same room - and Mason made it easy - because you weren’t ready to have them all tell you how bad he was for you, even though you knew it deep down. But with Jamie, you just weren't ready to accept how important he was to you.

“It’s all understandable, Kiddo,” Ted states, “And I’m sorry that you went through that alone for a bit.”

You shrug it off, “I was okay. I wasn’t completely alone.”

Ted’s eyebrows raise, “Apparently so.” 

You feel your cheeks get hot, “That’s not exactly what I mean, but yeah, Jamie was certainly nice to have around the last few months.”

Your uncle chuckles, “Well, I’m happy that you found each other. I know you don’t need my approval or anyone else's, but I think you two are really great for each other.” 

Your stomach swirls, comforted by this notion. “Thank you. I think Jamie would be happy to hear that, too.”

“Well, I’ll be sure to let him know once you finally get your act together and introduce him to the family,” you roll your eyes, “Now, get outta here, Kiddo, and give that boy some company.”

You nod, taking a half step out the door before immediately spinning around to capture him in a big hug, “Love you, Uncle Ted.”

Ted sighs quietly, “Love you, too, Kiddo.”

Ted once again shoos you out of his office, and you bid him a goodnight, telling him to give Dottie a hug for you. 

When you rejoin Jamie in the treatment room, you find him typing away on his phone. He pockets it when he notices you come in, and gives you a sweet smile. 

As you join him on the infirmary bed he’s perched on, you press another chaste kiss to his lips. Jamie struggles to think of a time where’s been happier. He had you, and the rest of his people knew. He couldn’t ask for anything else. As you lean against his shoulder, and once again recount how proud you are of the game he played today, he can’t help but stare at you and take in just how special you are to him. He wants to find the words to express this to you, and a certain L word nearly leaves his lips, when he hears the door open to reveal Roy and Keeley. 

Jamie looks up at them curiously, brushing off how flustered he is from his previous thoughts, “What are you two doing here?”

“I invited them,” you speak up, drawing his attention back to you as you give him a smile.

“Yeah, wanted to keep you company,” Keeley adds with a bright smile of her own.

Roy reveals a bottle of champagne from behind his back, “And fucking celebrate.”

Keeley squeals and claps as you squeeze him into a hug. While Jamie would have loved a night just the two of you, he can’t complain when he’s surrounded by a group of people who care about him. He never thought he’d be so lucky. 

As Roy pops open the bottle and starts passing it around, you also can’t help but feel warmed by this moment. As the four of you share the champagne and joke around, you’re in disbelief that you’ve made it here; to be surrounded by genuine friends and a boy who was crazy about you. Not to mention becoming closer to your family again with Beard and Ted around. You still had a lot to sort out regarding your career, but one thought echoed through your brain the rest of that night:

Why would you ever want to leave this place?

A/N: THERE IT IS!! oof i poured my heart into this one and can’t wait to hear what you all think! the secret is out!!! mostly. ted has something to say next as well all know. anyway. TWO CHAPTERS LEFT!💗

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[m-musings]

Headcanons: Hugging Cyborg Franky

a/n: finally finished the water 7 arc lets goooooo

Word Count: 230 Warnings/Other Notes: a short and sweet one for a man who need more acknowledgement in the fandom

Franky:

Franky is super enthusiastic when it comes to giving hugs to someone he cares about.

He already loves physical affection, so he has no problem giving you hugs when you ask for them.

After you first hug, He adds some soft padding to his chest and torso so that you don't hurt your head when you jump into his arms.

Not to mention he's already really gentle with you anyways, he'd be devastated if he were to unintentionally harm you.

Even if he's busy with something else, he'd find a way to keep you in his embrace, if that's what you wanted and/or needed.

You having a bad day and need to escape the rest of the crew for a while? Franky's hiding you in his large grasp so you can be in the relative quiet of his workshop with him.

Did you accomplish something you've been working towards for a while? That's great news, get over there and let him squeeze you to his side!

Maybe you just want some attention? Hop into his arms, baby, the love shack is open for business!

He's the perfect combination of firm muscle and comforting warmth, so you're constantly comfortable when hugging the strong metal man.

Franky may be made of steel, but at the end of the day he's got a heart of pure gold, especially when it comes to you.

[himbofan]

genshin characters' bodies headcanons

ok so we all know that genshin impact's in-game models leave much to be desired, soooo I wanted to explain some of the headcanons I have about characters’ physical features that don’t really get explored in game :) aka genshin but with actual body diversity lets goooooo (no this does not include genitalia) 

I’m using Fenty Beauty Pro Filt’r foundation shades to describe skin tone (you can go to their website here for references!)

cw: description of body parts, mentions of scars/past injuries, sfw

characters: diluc, kaeya, childe, beidou

word count: ~1k

Diluc Ragavindr 

this man is BUILT! 

thick muscular tree trunk arms and legs to support that giant ass claymore he swings around; and a wide, muscular back spread

He has a lot of muscle but he’s not super cut, there’s a slight layer of fat over it all so he has that soft but bulky build (and big tiddies)

big, strong veiny hands with thick fingers that aren’t stubby but not slender, he simply keeps his nails short but doesn’t do any fancy upkeep

I imagine him to be around 5’10” because I like to think he’s a little shorter than Kaeya (who totally makes fun of him for it)

he probably has some old scars on his arms and legs, which he pays little to no mind to

he has a tall nose bridge and a strong brow so it looks like he’s always scowling even if he’s not (no more alien bug eyes lmfao)

He has naturally pouty lips, but when he smiles (which he rarely does) he looks absolutely angelic

Fair skinned but with a warm undertone (fenty beauty shade 105), it’s hard to get him embarrassed but if you do, he blushes easily

The fluffiest hair you can imagine, its so soft and so pretty but he doesn’t really take special care of it so it’s usually just thrown back in a ponytail

He has a fair bit of body hair on his arms and legs, and if he doesn’t shave for a couple days he gets stubble on his face

Kaeya Alberich

Long, lanky and slender, but still muscular

He’s got toned arms and legs from being a Knight of Favonius but he’s not as stocky as Diluc, it’s more like a lean fit situation

His hands are big but his fingers are more slender and elongated

He takes care of his nails and lets Klee paint them sometimes :)

He has a slightly crooked smile that’s oh so charming, but it never quite reaches his eyes

He has the most beautiful long fluttering eyelashes and kissable lips

I imagine Kaeya to be about 6’2” or so, most of that height is from his long ass legs

He also has miscellaneous battle scars but he prefers to keep them hidden so people don’t ask too many questions about his past

Wide shoulders but a narrow waist (for other men to grab)

Much darker skin than the in-game model, and I think his undertones are cool (fenty beauty shade 340 or 450 I can’t decide)

His hair is also fluffy but the strands are longer and coarser than Diluc’s so it falls more evenly; also his hair is wavy when brushed out, but when he wakes up it forms into curls naturally! I also imagine him to take better care of his hair than his brother

Has less body hair than Diluc and cannot grow even facial hair to save his life (he prefers a clean look anyways)

Childe/Ajax/Tartaglia

he’s very muscular and cut from years of nonstop fighting, literally a greek god

He could crush your head between his thick thighs like a watermelon

He’s pretty damn tall, standing at around 6’4” or so, pretty even proportions

This man is pasty af!!! His undertones are cool and his skin has a pink, rosy glow (fenty beauty shade 100)

He cannot get a tan to save his life, instead he gets a shit ton of freckles all over his face and body, the freckles fade in the winter but they’re always slightly visible

His body is absolutely covered in battle scars because he’s so reckless, but he wears them with pride as proof of his training and skills

He has a scar on his forehead that cuts through his eyebrow, giving him a permanent eyebrow slit

His hair is the exact consistency and color of Ed Sheeran’s

His nose has a bump in the middle and it’s a little crooked because he broke it and it never healed properly (he doesn’t care to get it fixed)

His neck is thick and he has a prominent adam’s apple

Slightly thinner lips that are a pale pink, they naturally rest in an easy smile to juxtapose his dead eyes

He has small dimples on both cheeks when he smiles

Beidou

MUSCLE MOMMY, I’d like to think shes in her late 30’s or early 40’s

She has an overwhelmingly large presence, immediately taking over the aura of any room she enters

She has a wide, muscular back rife with scars that she flexes when she’s drunk

She’s pretty tanned from being out on the sea all the time and has a warm undertone (fenty beauty shade 255)

Could also crush your head with her thick thighs or biceps (her lat spread is insane)

Definitely has washboard abs, a perfect 6-pack

She’s pretty tall, around 5’11”

Blunt and thick fingers, she doesn’t bother with fancy nail care but keeps them tidy

Her hair is very coarse, straight and thick, the kids in Liyue Harbor try to play with it using clips and braids but they always fall out because her hair is so resilient

She has deep set smile lines and crow’s feet from many years of hearty laughter

Her eyes are monolid; technically speaking it’s just one eye since the other was lost in a vicious battle a long time ago

She has a long scar running over her lost eye from her forehead to the middle of her cheek, and another smaller scar on the corner of her lips

Her nose is rounded at the end and also used to be crooked from a fight, but Ningguang made her fix it because a deviated septum is bad for breathing

a/n: this was soooo much fun i have so many more ideas for other characters but lmk who you wanna see next :3

[gojo-enthusiast]

The King & His Curse — Chapter Five: That Time Again

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The King & His Curses Series

Previous Chapter

WARNING! BLOOD \ SMUT \ PNV \ MDI \ ORAL \ FINGERING \ DO NOT READ IF PERIOD SEX BOTHERS YOU

Your husband showered you with love every day, the moment he would awake, he was peppering kisses all over you, soaking up your disheveled wake up appearance, and soaking in your warmth.

“Mmm.” He would moan into your ear, grinding his manhood on your ass. He had been gone for 3 days, and you were on day two of your period. You hadn’t experienced this ache in your stomach in many years. You awoke to your husbands warm hands rubbing your aching belly, he sensed it before he even had to ask, and in some sick weird way, it only aroused him more.

“Suku, I’m on my period, leave me be.” You would groan, feeling your stomach ache. “When have I ever cared?” He scoffed with a chuckle. “Sukuna i'm not in the mood for your seduction, leave me be.” you pushed at him, pulling the blanket over your shoulders.

You knew that once Sukuna had turned into the beast that he is now, the King of Curses, he consume human flesh. Uraume would cook it but always leave it raw enough for him to taste the blood of his enemies. Uraume of course always made you something different, and after you had tried eating a bite of his food one day, Uraume warned you, that it was something you would not be pleased to eat. Sukuna ended up telling you what this rare meat he would feast on, which made you sick, and you even became upset, but it was not a conversation you two had again. A couple of minutes pass, you could feel the way his mouth was watering at your current state. He always would bite on your neck, breaking the skin, licking up the blood that would trickle. "Mmmm" He would moan, his manhood achingly hard. "You taste sweeter than anything I have ever consumed." He would groan, and his hips would rock against you.

He pulled you into his embrace, continuing his grinding, and whispering in your ear. "This is when I crave you the most, I can make you feel so so good." He niped at your ear. You groaned, wanting to push him away while your core was wanting to pull him in. Hormones are a bitch you thought.

“Goooooo” you pushed once again, trying to get yourself free from his grasp. You felt yourself being pushed down on your back, and your arms being held down by Sukuna’s top arms, he was already at your clothed cunt, smelling your core. “Sukuna!” You tried to push with your legs, which only made his top bottom arms grasp them and spread you wide. “I could feast on you with no regret, you would be the greatest meal I have ever had the pleasure eating.” He groaned, pulling your panties down. Seeing the dangling string, “This will not be necessary.” He groans, as he pulls it out. This man is sick, sick sick sick. That’s all your thoughts could muster together. “Sukuna that’s gross, stop it!” You said, you wanted him so badly, but you were in such a gruesome state, that you could not believe he was okay with this.

You felt his thick tongue flatten as he started eating you out messily. When you looked down, his mouth covered in your slick and blood. You moaned out, not used to such a feeling and sight. He feasted on you like exactly he said, the most exquisite meal that could have ever been made.

He pushed his digits into your cunt, the squelching was music to his ears. “You taste delightful.” He groaned, rutting his hips into the mattress. “Sukkkkuuu” you moaned, you tried to turn to not face him, he smirked.

Flipping you over, you were now on your knees, and now he was eating you out from behind, starting from your clit, to your puckering hole on your rear end. “Sukuna!” You groaned. In Sukuna’s human years, he would beg you to let him eat your ass, and to put it in, but you never let him. Now here he is, eating it out deliciously. “Oh G-God.” You moaned, as he thrusted his digits into your cunt, but sticking his tongue in your ass.

“N-no.” You moaned, arching your back. You felt him put a digit into your behind, stretching you slowly. “You taste good everywhere.” He groaned, he looked like a feral animal, blood all on his cheeks and chin, and his hands covered in it.

“Let’s see how well this pretty virgin hole can take me, hmm?” He said with a hum. “Oh Suku.” You moaned loudly. He positioned himself behind you, slipping his bottom cock in your needy cunt, then slipping his top cock on your asshole. With a swift thrust, you had let out the most sensual, erotic moan that Sukuna thinks he’s ever heard come out of your mouth. He rocked his hips slowly, feelings both your holes wrapped around his cock tightly, he squeezed his eyes shut, groaning as he leaned down and kissed your back. “Y-you keep your mouth away from mine.” You moaned, you felt amazing, but you knew how disgusting your husband was, he would push his tongue in your mouth, out of amusement of your reaction. “Don’t tempt me.” He chuckled, as he thrusted harsher, and quicker. You felt him wrap his hand on your nape, and shove the side of your face into the pillow, while he thrusted deliciously inside of you. You felt that coil in your stomach, ready to snap, we have only just gotten started you thought to yourself. Your body was on hypersensitive mode, and you were already close to cumming.

His bottom arms, were gripping your waist as he ruthlessly thrusted into you. “Fuck— yes.” He hissed, feeling you squeezing around his cocks. “Fuck, just like that… good girl… oh yes, you are my good girl.” He praised you. You moaned at his praise, something you always craved. “M-more.” You moaned, arching your back higher. “More? Heh.” He smirked, he used one of his hands to rub your clit in circles. “I’ll have you begging me to fuck this pretty hole.” He says as he smacks your ass. “Good girl. You tighten that hole, feel how you’re eating up my cock. You little slut, my good little whore.” He whispered in your ear. You shuddered, then that coil finally snapped, and you were squeezing him to the point where it caused him slight discomfort, yet he loved it.

“C-cumming!” You yelped out, after a couple of his sloppy thrust. He was filling up, both of your holes with his seed. He pulled out, watching it spill from both your holes.

“Delicious.” He groaned. Flipping you back over, his mouth on his stomach began to eat you out, making you shudder in overstimulation. He looked at you with this shit eating grin, “You are simply irresistible.” With that he finally pulled away from your fucked out face and body, and lifted you up.

“Let us bathe now.” He cooed. You grumbled, “You’re disgusting.” You said, “For you I am.” He smirked, placing a sloppy kiss right on your mouth.

Next Chapter

[minzart]

SO THEY ARE A BLACK MARKET FACTORY EVEN IN GRANUTE SOCIETY THAT'S SO COOL

AND THOSE ARE HIS SIBILINGS MINIONS TOO OHHHH, his give him power while theirs work for them

That's his greatuncle and also the guy who gave him the read gavv. AND YES HIS PARENTS BACKSTORY IS AS FUCKED UP AS I HOPED YESSSSSS LETS GOOOOOO

locking them up in a mansion an maintaining them miserable is not caring dude but hey maybe it's the "culture shock" am I right?

HE IS THE CULMIMATION OF HIS MOM LOVE EVEN IN A FUCKED UP SITUATION THAT'S WHAT HE IS YOU ASS

YES SHOMA I LOVE YOU MY BOY HE IS DEFENDING HIS MOM SIDE HE WAS NOT BLIND YESSSSS

SEE IT WAS FUCKED UP AND HE KNOWS THIS YESSS

THE INTENTIONS DON'T MATTER LEARN TO BE BETTWR EVNE YET STOP MAKING THE FUCKING CANDY- IN THE FLASHBACK BOUCHE EVEN HIT HER WHAT A FUCKED UP BACKSTORY I am so hooked

YESSSSS DO NOT LISTEN DO UNCLE HE IS A DUMBASS CONTINUE SHOMAAAA YESSS

And in this epsode we even got Hanto defending Gavv AND SHOMA IS BACK WORKING WITH SACHIKA YESSSS

This was a really good episode

[muffinsin]

Seeing @donnabenevientosimpingzone’s redraw of their beauty and the beast AU got me thinking about reader as beauty with the beast Dimitrescu sisters! What about your thoughts?

- AK Anon

Let’s goooooo!!🙌 Yes!!!

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Bela

She remembers the day she was cursed vividly, though would not admit so

In fact, she barely comes across as emotional at all

She shows no excitement, love, care or admiration unless she is with her sisters

She works hard, yet is all too aware of the curse wrapped tightly around her

The appearance of a beast to match the cold, ruthless one within, it was said

She refused to fall in love, and this is her punishment

Alas, she still doesn’t look for one

She avoids all mirrors, yet also all chances of love

She is aware of the rose petals slowly falling, and yet, merely watches them sink to the table top

It’s inevitable, she insists

Bela snarls angrily when her sisters and mother attempt to find her a lover, anybody, merely to break the curse

In the end, it seems to be in vain. She doesn’t want to fall in love

At least like this, she is strong enough to provide for her family

Hideous and lonely, but useful and caring for them, she thinks bitterly every so often

She refuses to let the witch that has cursed her win out in the end. She will not fall in love. She refuses to

As the apparent last year of her life comes around, however, things change slightly

With the petals of the preserved rose falling more and more, and only a few little ones still blooming, it becomes clear: this will be Bela’s last winter

She is given an own section of the castle, a retreat. She would not want her family finding her dead and beaten

What she did not expect, however, was you

You, who so innocently saw one of the flowers she took to planting and admiring each day

You, who childishly picked one, and another, and another

You, who foolishly entered her home without invitation

She considers your fate for a couple of moments. She doesn’t feel like having company, despite her promise to her family

Alas, you smell tempting, and she is starving

She decides to keep you. For food, at first

You notice too late that you are now in the beast’s grasp. Doors are locked. Windows are shut. Gates are closed. There is no escape

You have not yet seen your captor

At first, she intends to eat you. To make a fine meal out of you

However, she just…can’t

Not when she glances at the portrait of her family at the wall of the main hall, her eyes finding Daniela’s bright golden ones

She remembers, she has promised her youngest sister she would give love a chance in these last four months of her life

That she would not turn her back on people in these last months

She sighs, but allows you to breathe and live yet another day. And another. And another after

You’re given a chamber to reside in until her demise

After this, you are set free, she promises

She doesn’t treat you unfairly, you notice very early on

You are a prisoner, but are not under the threat of being harmed. In fact, it seems both of you are just waiting out the time it takes for her to perish

She’s open regarding this

She tells you, you will be set free upon her death. She tells you, this death will come in only mere months

You are only to follow strict rules- as is she. Rules set by her sister that even Bela is bound to

Mealtimes spent together, goodnights and good mornings, at least an hour per day of spending quality time together

At first, you can only see the beast. The fur and monstrous claws, the flesh between her teeth at mealtimes. You realise soon, somewhere within this beast lies a person. A woman

A surprisingly intelligent and mature one

She doesn’t lash out at you when you attempt to escape, merely points out there is no escape just yet

And in time, you no longer attempt to escape. You see it is futile, yes, but most of all: not necessarily. You know she will keep her promise

Bela doesn’t get angry when you refuse eating meals together, and equally doesn’t get angry when you do join her and show clumsiness with the cutlery

You notice, she must be a noble. To have been raised as one, rather than merely residing in the large manor

She knows which fork to use for what. She sits straight and upright, her head held high despite her appearance. She screams royalty effortlessly

You wonder, however- has she always been this way? This- inhuman

When you ask her, she is surprisingly open about it, and when she points out the blonde woman on the large portrait in the main hall, you can’t believe your eyes at first

She used to be beautiful…and oddly enough- she still is

Even as she no longer has the human-like appearance she used to have

Still, you recognize the same, piercing, golden eyes

The same blonde of her hair, now fur that stretches across her body

The very same necklace with the embedded red gemstone that still sits snugly around her throat

And lastly, the same rose tattoo decorating her forehead

She tells you of the curse, even the rose indicating how much time it left

You shiver, knowing her time is running out

As you begin spending time with her, you notice yourself falling

Yet- you can’t be sure she feels the same. She seems to have a brick wall set up around her, unable to let you in or allow her any escape

And at first, you don’t mind. You merely wait out the time

Yet…in time she becomes so…curious

A month passes and you know not many are to follow

If she is to die, you want to know who she is. Who this beautiful woman is and was

You intend to break it down her walls

In time, you find out there is more to her than she likes to let on

You find a way to bond. A tiny hole in the cement bricks her walls are made of, allowing you to slip through enough to see her

You find out- Bela loves to read and write. And as much as she attempts to fight it, this allows a connection

Such as the small, almost shy smile when you find out about her favourite books and quote from them throughout the day

You notice it, even as it only lasts a few seconds before she hurriedly wipes it off her lips again

In time, she doesn’t bother hiding it again

She is perceptive, and you find yourself having your favourite food more and more often

Your hourly time together increases, so that nearly all evenings are spent together

You’re reading together in the library. Sometimes out loud to one another, sometimes quietly on your own, yet within each other’s company

Within another few weeks, she begins to warm up to you

She cuddles up to you when you read to her

In return, you hold her as tight as you can

With the last month drawing near its end, you both become more and more tense

You want to save her

And Bela? She didn’t believe she would ever yearn to be saved

She’s scared to make a move first. She knows, to break the curse, love must come from you

She’s worried initiating things will make your feelings less genuine

Alas, it is one day she rests in your arms, her eyes closed, a relaxed smile played on her lips

She listens as you read from her favourite book, your voice smooth and trained from having done this so often already

When you look down, you can’t help but allow your gaze to linger on her face a little longer than normal

You take her in, her beautiful features and the soft fur decorating her body due to the curse

You trace the one on her cheek, a soft blush on your face when her golden eyes snap open and find yours

Her lips are parted, as though inviting you in

Gently, you raise her head up, and even more so, you brush your lips against hers

You gasp when she suddenly pulls away, an apology ready to tumble from your lips

Yet, it isn’t the kiss that made her pull away, but rather the warm light seemingly coming from her

She’s gasping loudly, her eyes pressing shut and hands raising as though to protect herself

You watch as paws with claws turn to gentle, petite hands and soft palms, thin fingers with black painted, sharp nails

Fur is turned to soft, pale skin

A petite nose, even fuller, pinker lips

No longer does blonde hair cover her, but merely the hair on top of her head. You take in its sight, the way it perfectly descends on her shoulders and down her back

Her eyes, golden as they were in her beast form, shine bright for you

They glisten with tears, as do yours

This time, she doesn’t hold back

She runs to you, her human arms wrapping around you, her lips, warm and soft, pressing against yours

You smile into the kiss, at last content with the knowledge that you will not lose her to time

Cassandra

She doesn’t believe in witchcraft, in curses, in true love

When she is given a chance to apologise and make things right, lest she will face “consequences”, she laughs in the hag’s face

In a split second, she is transformed, and she is forced to believe in all she thought was false

Only days later can she comprehend what happened, long after

When fur covers her body, her precise fingers replaced by large paws, her lethal nails now truly claws

When she wakes up a week after, she finds a single red rose on her nightstand, a note underneath explaining the flower’s petals signal her remaining life span

She doesn’t believe it, naturally, despite her beastly form

In fact, she laughs, her hand clasping around the flower and squeezing

Cassandra screams at the sudden pain in her chest. She immediately knows, this is real

By the time Alcina, Bela and Daniela rush into her room, the lies on the floor, clutching her chest and the flower

Eighteen or so petals lie dead on the floor, already curled in on itself after her assault

Only fifteen remain. One for a day? For a month? For a year? For a century?

No one dares guess

Yet, as flowers fall every few weeks, worry rises

It’s made clear, Cassandra must find her true love

The thought itself would have made her laugh before all of this

And somehow, it still does

She would rather die than fall in love again, she’s certain. Death can not betray her the same way love has in the past

Alas, she doesn’t even consider it

No amount of scolding and raging from Alcina, no amount of reasoning from Bela, and no amount of sheer begging from Daniela has her see reason

She refuses to even give it a try

Suitors chosen by her family are turned down and devoured with a smile on her face

Maidens and other staff members brave enough to make a move are used as playthings in the basement

She acts like she doesn’t mind her new form

And she doesn’t, not fully at least. She is even stronger, faster, and looks more intimidating than ever

Naturally, the huntress enjoys this

However, she is not oblivious to the comments made about her, nor the ones she existing and forming anew every morning when she catches her reflection in the mirror

She truly looks like the monster all make her out to be, now. All see the monster she apparently is, now

All, but you

You see the woman within

You remember her vibrant, loud laughter through the halls

You remember the sadistic joy in her eyes whenever you finished polishing her sickle. Sharp, and clean, ready to taste blood again

You wonder- are you a monster too- for smiling at the memory of her proud, self satisfied smirk upon presenting her bloodied sickle to you again

Yet- she is changed now. You don’t know what happened, only that something happened

She is covered in fur, her appearance beast-like

Even sharper teeth than normal. Even louder snarls and growls

More muscles, even sharper nails. No, claws, now

And, of course, the horns stemming from her head. Ready to impale, at all times intimidating those around her

Yet, the same stunning, golden eyes…

The same smile as she snarls, the same hunger and anger, the same stubbornness and sadistic humour

You can’t help but ask yourself; what happened to the beautiful huntress?

Has she encountered prey that is not so easily slain, at last?

Has she, as you knew she eventually would, made an enemy too powerful?

As the one tasked with nearly all concerning her weapons, the two of you used to be quite close

Now, not even you know what happened to the beauty

You’re determined to find out. You- care for her- you fancy her- you come to realise

And you’re not fighting such thoughts

Alas, you do find yourself surprised when you make moves and are not immediately torn to pieces by another family member

Everyone at the castle knows just how protective they are of one another

Getting close to one without gaining another’s attention and feeling their watchful eye on one’s back is impossible

Yet- no knife comes to your neck when you serve Cassandra her dinner plate and leave it with the smallest of flowers, made of smooth, beautiful metal, something you specifically asked the duke to get

And Cassandra? She has the cutest expressions you’ve ever seen her have. In the next moment it’s gone, as she snarls and digs into her food like an animal would

It seems, she doesn’t quite get the hint

You don’t mind. Years of being with her allow you to know bits and pieces of what she’s like

You have learned she appreciates bold honesty, and that’s exactly what you’re going with

So when she swarms to you, her entire front covered in blood, and reaches her hand paw out to grasp the next weapon, polished and sharp, your voice stops her in her tracks

You confess, you’re thinking inappropriately of her

Not the way one should be thinking of one of the ladies of the house

She seems to brush it off with laughter, and you frown

Did she not understand?

You mentally face palm at your mistake. No, unlike others, you not only crave her for sex. You decide to specify

“I have been thinking of kissing you and holding your hand” you admit instead

You watch her golden eyes widen, then gasp in surprise when her clawed paw comes down on the wooden table between you

She snarls, and in an instant, she is off

What?

Seemingly unreciprocated as it is, you would have thought she’d kill you on the spot

And perhaps she would’ve, if she didn’t like you, and if it wasn’t for the promise made to her family. Yes, she was avoiding love. But she wasn’t allowed to kill it

At first, you find yourself discouraged to court her. She didn’t seem interested in your approach

This is, however, until you receive an order from lady Daniela to retrieve candy from the village, where she suggests picking up a dagger for Cassandra, too

Yet, the cherry on top is an order from lady Bela herself, an order to clean the training hall. Right as Cassandra seemed to be using it

You watch her for a mere moment, punching and slicing, moving fast around the dummy

Then, you clear your throat to let her know of your presence. You doubt she would’ve been oblivious to it for long

As subtly instructed by her sisters, you hand the beastly beauty the dagger found and retrieved in the village

Her eyes practically shine at the sight. Sharp, curved. Little, yellow gemstones embedded in the side of the handle

She picks it up and you shriek when she swipes it across your cheek. A light touch is enough for blood to spill and your heart to race

Still, you stand perfectly clear when a long, strong tongue darts out and licks the blood from your cheek

Cassandra’s body pressed against your smaller one, her fur tickling your skin

You feel almost lightheaded, this close to her. If you tried, you could wrap your arm around her

Then, the moment passes, when she moves back and- to your surprise- bows her head slightly, just a mere moment, before she swarms off

A thank you

In the following weeks, you keep spending time with her. She barely seeks you out, and you see the stubborn walls built tightly around her

Yet- she feels them break, slowly, no matter how fast she attempts to put them back up

She craves your attention and is ruthlessly jealous towards all showing you theirs, or daring to take yours from her

You begin spending time together nearly every day

She is with you when you work her weapons, occasionally snarling when she wants you to sharpen one even more, or purring contentedly when she thinks of a job well done

You bring her daggers, and in return, she brings you trophies from her hunts

Often, this has allowed you to have a wonderful dinner

It’s rare the staff gets any meat, so you quickly begin to feel proud when you’re able to fix yourself something up using the venison and such she brings you

At nighttime, you’re aware of her form occasionally slipping in your room, as if to check up on you

You never expose or stop her; even leave out a bite or two from your food

You make sure you leave her raw flesh, knowing she enjoys it better

You are still blissfully unaware of the flower, until one day you make your way to the armoury and- to your surprise- find her on the ground

As you rush over, she is panting heavily, her eyes barely open, her paw-like hands trembling, her lips parted and letting out small, sharp whines and whimpers

She lies there like a wounded animal when you sink to the ground and pull her head onto your lap. Immediately, she turns to you, weak, yet alert

In her hand, she is clutching a single flower

A red rose, with merely a single petal hanging on to it

You don’t understand

She’s shaking, as though crying in your arms. You don’t understand she is scared, this close to death

Still, you attempt to comfort her

“I’m here, Milady”, you promise, and with intentions innocent, yet loving, you press a single kiss to her forehead

You gasp when the dark room is finally lit up by the sun-like light surrounding her

She’s gasping, her eyes wide when she breathes even when the last flower petal falls and sinks to the stony floor

Your eyes press shut in an instant when the light subsides, a fierce blush on your cheeks and the image before you burned into your mind. You’re not complaining in the slightest

Fur and beastly features have been replaced. Her large, paw-like hands have returned to scarred palms and strong fingers, smooth skin and decently muscular arms

Her hair, on top of her head, is wild and caressed her skin as she lies on you, shivering in her naked form on the stony ground, her arms pulled to her chest to cover herself, her legs tucked in for the same purpose

You remember the sight of smooth, pale skin, scarred here and there, bruised at parts, but beautiful nonetheless. Smooth legs, slim hips, a bellybutton and her abdomen, her fleshy thighs all seen in the second it took until your eyes slipped shut

You hum when, suddenly, you feel her lips against yours again, yet can’t at all help but smile into the kiss

It seems, the curse has been broken

Daniela

She’s always been into fairytales. Princes and princesses, dragons, thieves, empresses, pirates, gnomes, witches, beasts

Just- she never assumed she would live one

When approached by an old, hooded man, she doesn’t bother hiding her disgust

How’d that get into the castle? Mother always keeps them away

She shudders when the figure stretches out his hand, his fingers bony, his weak smile hidden in the shadow of his grey, dirty hood

Held between his fingers, a single rose, clasped, so no thorns are left on it

Daniela grimaces

She has been taught not to take things a man-thing offers

Such an odd, mysterious looking one, too

She declines, her grimace turning into loud laughter when the man stretches out his arm, as though asking her to reconsider

Then, mood strikes her again. She didn’t even notice her sickle appearing next to her, nor how she gripped it until she brought it down on the man already

Only, it didn’t slice. No blood, merely fog, and light, by far too much of it

Before she could even tell what happened, her vision became blurry already

Upon waking up, the curse was bestowed on her

Her flesh transformed, her frame larger and beastly, furry with sharp horns sticking from her and her petite fingers transformed into monstrous, large, paw-like hands with sharp claws

Her teeth, small fangs replaced with larger ones, her tongue large and foreign in her mouth

A tail, growing from her, wrapped around her protectively

She whimpers, then screams for her sisters and mother

As they arrive, all words die on their tongues

Their eyes are wide and horrified, their brains jumping to attempt to understand the situation, the appearance of the youngest Dimitrescu

In her hand, a single rose and a letter

Even in time, she can’t get accustomed to her appearance

All mirrors are removed in her rooms, she doesn’t even dare meet her reflection in the bathtub

And still, she is overly aware of it all. How difficult it is to speak, how very different her body is

How she is looked at…what they say behind her back, thinking she can’t hear

She is moved out of the castle, and to Donna’s lands. The flower is handed to her, to study, and as payment, while Daniela resides in a manor in the woods

By herself, where no one but her can remind her of all this

At least, that is the plan. Was. A plan that changed when she first spots you pick a flower of her garden, then- to her horror- push open the heavy doors leading inside

“Hello?”

The phrase seems to almost echo in the hall, and makes her flinch. Before, she would have been thrilled about company. Now…

She yearns for company, still, there is no doubt about that. Yet..a glance down at her paw-like hands and furry arms has her think better than to show herself

“G’o”, she demands, her voice quivering, unused

You merely whip around, as though trying to find where the beautiful voice is coming from

When you take a step in her direction, she immediately backs up. She can’t let you spot her this way! How did you even get past Donna in the first place!

“Go!”, she pleads again, her voice a little stronger this time

You stop dead in your tracks, a small frown on your face. Go? Why?

As you ask her just that, her breathing grows heavier

“There’s a beast”, she answers

You frown again. A lycan, perhaps? Is it keeping the woman with the beautiful voice a prisoner? Why? You’ve never known a lycan to do such a thing

“Can I stay?”

She nearly whimpers, torn

She yearns for company, for you. For a piece of herself again. And yet…you will be just like everyone else upon discovering her truth

“Make sure the monster doesn’t find you. Stay away and hidden”, she says instead, doing her very best to keep an animalistic growl and purr back

And you take her advice to heart. You stay out of sight, your head ducked even when you can’t spot the trace of a monster

At nighttime, you hear the lovely voice of the woman through a closed, wooden door

You knock, and smile as you hear a gasp from the inside. Then, however, your breath hitches at the other sound coming from the room

A growl, animalistic, loud

Is the beast with the beauty? Right this moment? Keeping her in there? Terrifying her?

You’re not sure where your sudden rush of adrenaline comes from, yet you suddenly find yourself gripping the handle and pushing the wooden door open

You’re faced with what you believe must be the beast she spoke of

Large, with furry ears and blackened horns, sharp, threatening fangs and claws

Yet, the sweetest, most human shriek falls from the creature’s lips at your sudden intrusion

You see the truth in an instant. This is the woman talking to you upon your arrival

Immediately, you feel as though intruding. Yet, you can’t move from the spot, her gaze strong, but gentle

In a split second of vulnerability, she allows you to see it all

Her pain, her humanity, her hunger for blood, the beast in her, the love and passion, the yearning, the care, the playfulness, the loneliness

When you step closer to her, she doesn’t know what to expect

She closes her eyes and wonders; will you strike her down? Like the beast she is, or rather, looks?

No such thing happens

Instead, she shivers when she feels your hands thread through the fur covering her cheeks, all the way up to her furry, soft ears

She can’t help but purr at the feeling, her face feeling warm

You work carefully with her, as though exploring the strange woman’s body and nature

When hesitant, golden eyes meet yours, they widen immediately at the care they find in yours

You must love her! Right? You’re the one to break the curse! True love! It must be!

As she suddenly leans forwards and you feel oddly soft lips press against yours, you shriek in surprise

Her expression turns to a hurt, almost disappointed one when you pull back

No magic? But- you must be the one! You must free her of this!

It seems, her expression tells you her thoughts

Still- you don’t leave. And she doesn’t make you

In the weeks to come, you find out just how clingy the company-deprived woman is

She spends all her time with you, should you grant her this

Meals are eaten together. At first, she attempts human food

Soon after, you encourage her to eat properly, and smile at the mess she creates devouring her meal right from the plate, no utensils needed, nor able to be used by her large, claw-like fingers

She spends her days with you, showing you the manor and its many rooms

The library, the opera hall, the bedrooms, the kitchen, the large garden

Upon entering a greenhouse, you notice the many sketches of a rose pinned to a part of the wall

She explains the curse, all too eager to be open with you about this. It feels far too good to allow all of it out

As she talks, she feels the weight slip off her shoulders

You understand her, somehow

In such short time, the cursed beauty has dug her way to your heart, and now seems to be fully taking it up

Before you know it, you sleep comfortably in her arms, and keep her head nestled on your stomach at night

She’s close to you, the low rumble of her purrs lulling you to sleep

She radiates warmth, while you eagerly suck it up

As months pass, you grow closer and closer together

You take her out on dates, even as neither of you calls them that

You spend day and night together, your fingers entangled in her fur, her clawed hand gently caressing you as much as she can

The more time passes, the larger the urge to kiss her. It nearly overcomes you sometimes

You wonder- how do her lips taste? You sometimes still feel the ghostly touch of them on you from when she has kissed you months ago

You hunt together sometimes, and you help her prepare the food and try it in new, different ways

You encourage her about her appearance, and smile whenever you hear her laughter when she is dressed loosely in beautiful gowns

You watch the stars together and enjoy candlelit dinners

You paint, she watches. She dances, clumsily, in such her current form, while you sing along

As she whirls and jumps, laughs and giggles, you can’t help but snake your way past the chairs and piano, right to her

She gasps when you clasp her large hand, mindful of the sharp claws adorning her fingers

When you whirl her around, she laughs, vibrant and happy

You allow her to move a little more, your smile matching her wide one

When she whirls back around to you, you grasp her furry cheeks gently. You feel the soft hair under your fingertips

When you lean in and your lips touch, you nearly gasp at the electricity between the two of you

She gasps as she pulls away, her arms stretched out, her golden eyes wide as she watches with wonder

Her fingers transform first, huge claws replaced by sharp fingernails painted a deep red, connected to soft flesh and pale, petite fingers that stem from a soft palm

Her arms are next, no longer furry, but pale and nearly grey, shivers overtaking her skin

Next is her chest, and you hurriedly supply her with your vest to wrap around her

Yet, it’s her face that has your breath hitch

Soft, round features

A gentle chin, and full, soft cheeks

Kissable lips, painted pink

A button nose

And lastly, her stunning, golden eyes

You smile widely at her

Big appreciation to @darkittensniper for supplying me with music and good soup while writing this🙌 ur the best, Mother

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Puppeteer Wally Darling x (G/N) Puppet Reader

idk if this will be a series or just a one off so LET'S GOOOOOO (if you want a part two, let me know in the comments of this post.

TW: Obsessive and Possessive Behavior, Kidnapping? (Can you kidnap a puppet? IDK but we're putting that warning just in case), Controlling Behavior

Wally Darling grins widely as he puppeteers the star of the show, (Y/N) (L/N), in a scene within their home. As sad as he is that he cannot voice them, as well, just bringing their personality to life through their motions is enough for him. Voicing his beloved (Y/N) is all up to Sam, their voice actor/actress. Sam, who also happens to be out sick, today. Just like yesterday. And the day before that...

"Aaannddd... CUT! Great job, Wally. You did great! If only Sam were here. Have you heard any word from them?" The director sits back in their chair, staring at the puppeteer on set. Everybody has been asking him about Sam, today. Why are they asking him? Is it because they don't get along?

"No. Sorry. I haven't heard a word. They don't tell me anything." "Alright. Well, you can go take a break, Wally. You've been filming for about... Woah! I must've lost track! You've been filming for NINE hours straight! Isn't your arm tired from being upright for so long?" Wally shakes his head, grinning as wide as a Cheshire. "I can't feel my arm at this point... but I can keep going! I'm always happy to keep going! (Y/N) means so much to me-!"

"Take a break, Wally... And put that puppet back in the storage, will you?" The director looks over to one of the camera people, telling them to turn off the camera, before muttering to themself "He's an amazing puppeteer, but Jesus... He treats that thing like it's alive..."

He quickly runs to his little office, taking (Y/N) with him. Placing the puppet on his desk, he gives his arms a rest as he lies back in his seat. Letting out a long sigh, he looks over to the limp puppet on his desk. Sitting it up and leaning it against a pile of books and folders, he smiles. Surely, the director won't mind if he keeps (Y/N) out of that dingy old box for a little while... As long as they get back in there by the time he leaves, it should be fine.

"I wonder why everybody keeps asking me about Sam, (Y/N)? Do they think I did something to them? Sure, we don't get along, and they clearly don't have as much passion for you as I do! I would never hurt them, though! Do you think I would hurt them?" He looks down to the puppet, smiling. Of course, it doesn't answer. It still feels nice to act like (Y/N) answers and understands. "Thank you for the kind words. It really helps! I love working with you, but the others can be so stressful, sometimes!"

Wally looks away for a moment, checking a few papers on his desk. His schedule seems rather empty for the next week. He had already gotten most of the filming for the episode done today! Only two more scenes require (Y/N). He wishes that there were a few more, to be honest. He prefers working to having nothing to do all day. Maybe he-

"Where... WHERE AM I?!"

Wally's eyes widen, hearing the familiar voice. He looks over to (Y/N), seeing that they have now toppled over onto their side. Their arms flail slightly, as they squeak out "Where am I?! Who? What?! This isn't the neighborhood!"

As much as he wants to squeal with excitement, they are being rather loud. That, alongside the fact that they are voiced, and still sound like, Sam... and people are a bit suspicious of Wally for some reason... He quickly grabs them, placing a hand over their mouth as he quickly says "Be quiet! Someone might hear! I'll explain as much as I can! Just be... Quiet. Here, let me help you back upright."

He picks the puppet up, feeling them squirm a bit in his hands, then sits them back where they were. They raise their arms, which shake as they do so. As they look up to him, he feels his heart swell with joy.

He doesn't know how this has happened... And, frankly... He doesn't care. (Y/N) is talking! (Y/N) is moving! (Y/N) is... (Y/N) is alive! Shaken, yes, but still alive! It's his greatest wish come true! All the work he's put in to bring this character that he loves oh so much to life... Did he have something to do with this? Did his wish for (Y/N) to be able to talk back, move, and live a life in his world make it actually happen?

It doesn't matter. All that matters is that his little puppet is here, in front of him, and able to truly interact with him.

"What's going on...?" Their legs shift slightly, but not much. "Why do my legs feel weird? I can barely move my legs?!" Wally pats their head, saying "Shh... It'll be alright. To be honest, I'm not entirely sure what is going on, either. I can tell you where you are, though. First thing's first, though... I'm Wally Darling! I already know who you are, (Y/N). Before you ask, I'll let you know how I know your name."

He goes through everything. The studio, the show, how they are a puppet. To his shock, they already knew they were a puppet, just not exactly what it meant... They didn't know somebody was controlling them in their world. The poor little thing seems so confused! It looks like their head is spinning!

He picks up (Y/N), grinning from ear to ear as he says "Don't worry, (Y/N)! I'll keep you safe! This world is large and dangerous for a puppet like you! I, as your kind puppeteer, will make sure you are safe from harm!" To his shock, (Y/N) only flails, saying "I want to go back to my world! My neighborhood!"

Wally's eyes widen. They want to go back? To leave him? He knows that it is the right thing to do, but he simply cannot have it. As much as he wants to make his lovely little puppet happy... they can just learn to be happy with him! There's no reason why they can't, right?

A simple shake of his head was all it took for them to visibly lose hope. "I'm afraid I can't do that. I care about you too much to let you go back! Think about it... I explained how your world is a show, right? It is like... think of it like a little lie. Would you rather go back to your world, cursed with the knowledge that everything you say and do, see and hear, and all your friends, are just a lie? That it isn't real? Or would you rather stay here, where everything is real?"

(Y/N) shakes their head, again. "I could go back and tell them the truth! I could let them know what is going on! I could-" "Not if I don't let you. I control what you do in that world. If I don't let you tell them, then you can't." "I still want to go home. I want to see my friends, again. I want to go back to Home and take a rest." "You can take a rest at my house!" "I WANT TO GO HOME!" "Be quiet! The others might notice! I might be treating this like it is normal, but if others saw you moving about, they would scream! Stay still-!"

Wally quickly places his hand over their mouth, again, as the director walks in. "What is going on in here?!" Wally chuckles, nervous, as he says "I'm just practicing my (Y/N) impression! You know, since Sam has been out for a while. We don't want to get behind on episodes just because they are gone! Who knows when they will be back?"

The director's eyes trail to the limp puppet in the man's hands. "I thought I told you to put that thing away! Why do you still have it out?" Wally flinches, quickly thinking of an excuse. "Well, I needed to practice not only the voice, but also puppeteering while talking. Since I usually only have to puppeteer, I thought it would help to practice doing both?" The director sighs, nodding.

Then, the best words he has ever heard come out of their mouth happen.

"Just take that puppet home with you, if you want. You clearly have something wrong in the head to be so... ungodly attached to it. You'd probably would keep it in better condition than when we leave them in the storage boxes, anyway."

With that, the director slammed the door to Wally's office shut. The puppet in Wally's arms began to move once more, looking up to Wally with fear. They immediately begin to squirm, trying to get out of his grasp, only for him to hold them still with ease. "Come on, (Y/N)! Let me show you just how much you'll love it here! I'll show you how happy your show makes the children of this world, as well as how much fun this world can be! Anything for you to stay, (Y/N)!"

He grabs a small, cardboard box, then places the struggling puppet inside. Quickly stapling it shut, he then pokes a few little holes into the top. Yes, technically, a puppet cannot breathe, but he still feels bad keeping them in a dark box during transport. Picking up the box, he takes it to his car, saying "Don't worry. The ride will be short. I love relatively close to the studio! Just stay calm, alright?"

"LET ME OUT! WALLY! WALLY! LET ME GO!!!" The box shuffles in the car seat, the puppet inside clearly being in distress as he drives down the road. "WALLY!" (Y/N) peeks out of one of the holes in the box. "I don't know what you are doing, but you are clearly not being a nice neighbor! LET ME GO!" "It's too late. Even if I wanted to, we are already at my house! Come on, let me show you around!" "You could just drive me back-" "LET ME SHOW YOU AROUND!"

He quickly swoops the box into his arms, carrying it into his house as the puppet inside throws itself against the cardboard walls, attempting to escape. He rushes inside, closing the door behind him, before placing the box on his couch. Popping open the lid, (Y/N) pokes their head out, frantically looking around the room.

Their face would've grown pale, if it could've, as they survey the room. Their expression twists, as much as their felt face could allow, into a look of anxiety and fear. Looking around, Wally is slightly confused. What could be wrong with his home? There isn't anything that is obscene or dangerous, as far as he is aware. Then, it hits him.

This place is Wally sized, not (Y/N) sized. The small puppet, who is only around 3 feet tall, give or take, will have a bit of trouble navigating his home. Especially with the fact that they don't seem used to their puppet body. Normally, he would feel bad or sorry, then help accommodate his beloved little puppet. Considering the fact that they clearly want to escape him, however...

This is perfect.

Even more so, because felt hands won't have as much traction and grip on things like doorknobs, windowsills, and the likes. It's going to be harder for them to try to get out without his permission. As much as he hates knowing that he is making (Y/N) unhappy, it truly is for the best!

"Aww... (Y/N), this will only be for a week! Then, I have to go back to work! Maybe... Maybe, when I puppeteer you at work, on set, you'll go back to your world? Just wait. If my theory is true, you'll be back in no time!" The puppet nods, folding their arms. They look away from Wally, clearly upset and full of dismay.

Wally picks up (Y/N), holding them in his arms gently, almost like he is cradling the most precious thing in the world. To him, he is. Nothing could compare to (Y/N)! The effect they have had on the children who watch the show brings him such joy. The way they talk about kindness, acceptance, generosity, and creativity is all that he has wanted to see in life. He has always wanted that kindness, that acceptance, and affection for himself! Now, he can. Now, he can have (Y/N).

His co-workers may call him crazy, saying something is wrong with him... having crushes on fictional characters is childish in their eyes- something an adult shouldn't do. They've been on his back for him talking to the puppet like it could talk back, how he never seems to let it go, and how his little obsession is made stranger, considering that he puppeteers the character. They've always told him that (Y/N) isn't real and to let go. Jokes on them, because now Wally's precious, sweet (Y/N) is real! They're real and they're his.

[mariaofdoranelle]

URDAD - part 5

Lonely TCGTATGG would like to pair up with congenial AGCATACC

Warnings: mentions of kinky times? Maybe light nsfw idk

Words: 1,4k

A little recap because it’s been so fucking long: Rowan’s the father of Aelin’s bestie, Imogen. He kept it distant until he found Aelin a job at his hospital. She works with the machinery and he’s allergic to technology so she helps him out a lot. They grew close. Aelin planned to break up with Chaol, the boyfriend she lived with, and then become roomies with Imogen. But then she finds out that Chaol and Imogen have been sleeping together and oh no she’s homeless now! Rowan feels bad and offers her a place to stay out of the pureness of his heart, but she fucks him to get back at her friend. Now they’re fucking like bunnies but no one knows yet.

Also, Anne Jausten is Rowan’s most treasured digital slide scanner.

Now let’s fucking goooooo

When Aelin invited Rowan to visit apartments with her again, she was expecting incisive views from a more experienced person, not incessant bitching that ended up being a pain in her ass.

She stomped down the hallway leading to her “office”—the medical equipment maintenance room—and Rowan followed hot on her heels, refusing to take the hint.

“I’m sorry,” he said for the millionth time. “I didn’t mean to—“

“Swear it.” She turned around and crossed her arms. “Swear on Anne Jausten that you didn’t act like this on purpose.”

He silently stood with a pleading look in his eye. Maybe because of the two nurses eyeing him curiously, or because he didn’t have anything good to say for himself.

What bugged Aelin the most is that she couldn’t understand why he was trying to sabotage her apartment hunting. Why would he bother to visit the places with her just to talk trash about them. Yes, she was well aware that those apartments weren’t near as nice as his fancy two-story home, but they were nice enough, especially when the deadline she was given to leave was so close.

Rowan had previously told her she could stay for ‘one or two weeks’, and in the meanwhile he fucked her numerous times. Aelin’s experience said it was time for her to go. Not that this kind of behavior applies to all men, but it does to most of them—especially the hot and chronically single ones, like Dr. Whitethorn.

Aelin unlocked her office—not quite, but it was a space for herself of sorts. The room was spacious and almost as well-lit as an OR, but it felt cramped from the amount of broken and old machines waiting for her to repair, along with a few lost causes the hospital had yet to discard. Rowan followed her inside, so she leaned against a broken anesthesia machine with crossed arms and said, “I have work to do. Are you explaining what happened or not?”

Rowan wrapped both arms around her waist and gave a string of pecks on her neck.

“Can’t we just forget about it?”

“No!” She immediately unwrapped herself from him. “You’re not touching me until you explain why the fuck you’re acting so weird!”

Rowan immediately took a step back, both hands up in surrender. Good to know. From what she’s heard, not all doctors in this hospital would.

“You’re serious?”

Aelin crossed her arms again and nodded.

A sigh. “I’m not lying to you. I really don’t like the apartments we’ve visited. I care about you and Fleetfoot, going from my place to that would be a huge downgrade.”

Aelin threw her head back and laughed. Loudly. His confused expression made her want to explain things, but the hilariously of this took all the breath from her lungs.

“Rowan, I won’t be able to afford a place like yours at all within the next 10 years.”

“That’s why you should stay with me. At least for now.”

That took the amusement out of her face. Aelin’s thoughts were blank as she examined his apprehensive pine green eyes. There was only one chair because no one ever visited her down there, so she sat while Rowan leaned on a machine near her.

“You’re serious? Like, roommates till a better rent do us part?”

Rowan tilted his head, waiting for her answer—confirmation enough for a quiet guy like him. Still, things weren’t looking good. She probably could afford half the cost of his place, but if she paid for all that, she would barely be able to afford food.

She finally answered, “The only way I can afford my part of the rent is if it’s split based on income.”

Rowan bit his bottom lip in a poor-piss attempt to not laugh, which earned him a slap on the bicep.

“Aelin, I don’t pay rent myself. I won’t ask that of you.”

He was offering her a home for free?

Aelin never doubted she was a good lay, but holy rutting Mala.

But this was too good to be true. “What about house chores?”

“Not your concern. Just look after yourself and Fleetfoot.”

Aelin got up from her chair, rounding Rowan with her eyes narrowed at him. This was too unreal. He had to have an ulterior motive.

“No sexual clauses?”

“Not at my request.” His eyes darkened and he added with a suggestive tone, “But I can be very compliant if you add one.”

A beep interrupted their conversation—she was needed her in the ER.

Knowing what the sound meant, Rowan raised both brows in question. What do you say?

“I still don’t know,” she said while putting her lab coat on.

This feels too good, too easy. Aelin would live as a guest in his house, for free, after hooking up for a week and a half. What it he gets bored of her? What happens to her when he regrets it? What if he changes his mind after his daughter finds out and inevitably throws a tantrum?

As if reading her thoughts, Rowan took a step closer, carefully tucked her hair behind her ear, caressed her jaw with his thumb before he murmured, “I just want to see you safe and taken care of, that’s all.”

Aelin closed her eyes, a little overwhelmed. He might be the most thoughtful situationship she’s ever had. She tucked her head on his chest and chuckled, and he pulled her closer, letting her feel the gentle rise and fall of his chest as he caressed her hair.

Rowan slipped a strand of Aelin’s hair behind her ear, his carefree expression morphed into something else. “Will you at least think about it?”

Aelin tried to plaster a earnest face, but the corners of her lips kept tugging up. “You won’t make this easy for me, will you?”

His eyes widened. “I’m already making this as easy as I can!”

Another call urging her to go to the ER broke them apart.

Aelin took a step back and squeezed his hand. “See you at dinner?”

“See you at dinner.”

It was hard to stop her mind from racing as she took the elevator to the ER. Rowan’s offer got more tempting each time she thought about it and, to be honest, Aelin didn’t want to stop the late-night sex followed by morning cuddles either, even if she knew this wouldn’t be permanent.

It’d be good. She could save some money for her masters while staying with him. Aelin knew her place, so falling in love with Dr. Whitethorn was nothing more than a fleeting thought in her mental ‘cons’ list about living with him.

˜˜

Aelin expected to give him her final answer over dinner like any other person does, but when he texted her saying he’d be late because he was needed on a late surgery, the idea she had was too good to pass on.

The sound of his car pulling up made her put her phone down and run to the kitchen, wearing nothing but his favorite apron.

Aelin sat on the dinner table between two trays: one with freshly-cut fruit—strawberries, mango, banana, cherries—and another with little bowls of more liquid stuff, such as honey and chocolate sauce.

The thud of the front door being shut. Slow footsteps. Her heartbeat being the loudest of them all.

“Baby…” Rowan carefully stepped into the kitchen, still with his scrubs on, bewildered eyes aflame as he studied her mostly naked body. “What’re you doing?”

“Accepting your offer.” Aelin crossed her legs and tilted her head in a saucy, near predatory manner while still keeping an innocent tone when she explained, “You said you want me to stay. I thought I’d earn my keep.”

“You know you don’t have to—“

Rowan cut himself off when Aelin slid just the top of his apron off her body, exposing her breasts.

He cleared his throat and corrected, “How so?”

Aelin gave him a sly grin, a little brownie point for playing along.

“Dinner.”

She thrust her chest out and suggestively dipped her middle finger in the bowl with the honey, eyes trained on him as she slid it from her upper chest to her shoulder.

And waited until Rowan’s brain restarted so he could lick it off.

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AGSZC Sparring - Fear the ‘Bo

From the @strayheartless archives <3

This is out of character for crack purposes.

—----

They all like to spar, and one time Zack has a brilliant idea. 

Zack: Let's split into teams and go all out! We can do me, Angeal, and Genesis against Seph and Cloud, since Cloud's new!

Cloud: Did you just call me a handicap? *Sniff* 

Zack: SHIT, CLOUD, NO, I'M SORRY 

Cloud: *sniff* NO, YOU'RE NOT SORRY, YOU'RE ON. COME ON, SEPH. *sniff*

Within half an hour, Sephiroth and Cloud DESTROY Angeal, Zack, and Genesis, with Sephiroth holding back.

Genesis, wheezing on the floor: *wheeze* alright *gasp* noted *wheeze* no underestimating Cloud hnnnnnn 

Zack: *can't talk because gasping* 

Angeal: *pant* that's *pant* my boy *pant*

Cloud is still sniffling, but is somewhat mollified from his perch in Sephiroth's arms as they stand over their vanquished lovers.

—----

Zack, several days later: ok, new teams. I don't care, but I'm on Cloud's team. Please. 

Cloud: Hmmm. Ok, I did forgive you after whooping your ass and you giving me apology snacks. 

Sephiroth: Perhaps you could all try your luck against me? 

Cloud: *glint in his eye that might be a tear or evil, no one knows* ok 

Genesis: Ha! We'll knock you from your high horse 

Angeal: Cloud, honey, don't go too hard on him 

Zack: LET'S GOOOOOO

15 minutes later…

Sephiroth: *disarmed, panting* Well *huff* it seems I needed to *huff* learn *huff* my own lesson *huff* well done *huff* Strife.

—--------

They have to make an executive decision to not watch Cloud fight too much if they have work to do after sparring, because they all get so hot and bothered. There’s something about seeing 147 pounds of incomprehensible bird spite wrecking trained soldiers that gets under their skin.

—-

Lazard: Strife, thank you for coming. 

Cloud: Of course sir. 

Lazard: You must be wondering why I called you here! I need a favor. Genesis and Sephiroth's squabbling has caused more property damage than I want to deal with this week. Would you...find some way to...wear them out?

 Cloud: *ears pink* Sure. 

Two hours later.. 

Genesis: *sobbing* Where is he, Sephiroth?! I can't see him coming! Is he in the trees? In the VENTS?! *more sobbing* 

Sephiroth: I do not know, but whatever was in those brownies he gave me is working. I have never felt so magenta in my life. 

Genesis: DO YOU MEAN RELAXED? 

Sephiroth: meow 

Cloud: *drops from the ceiling* 

Genesis: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!

—-

Zack, squatting: I! Have! So! Much! Energy! I! Will! Explode! Soon! 

Lazard: *dialing* Hello, Strife? Yes, Lieutenant Fair. Yes, squatting in my office currently. Thank you.

30 minutes later…

Zack: *sleeping, being carried home in Cloud's arms after a spar* 

Lazard: 🫡

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🌈INVERTEDVERSE'S 2th ANNIVERSARY!!

OMG INVERTEDVERSE OMG OMG

INVERTEDVERSE 2TH ANNIVERSARY LET'S GOOOOOO. I know, I know, I didn't celebrate the first one... But let's just say that 2023 was just too good for me that I didn't even cared abt a silly story about colorful skeletons fighting lol /j

I'M SO HAPPY, I FINALLY FEEL LIKE I'M TAKING A PROJECT SERIOUSLY!!! AAAA. InvertedVerse is literally the reason why I'm still breathing, this Multiverse means the world to me, it symbolizes the most recent act of my life, and I want people to love it at least a fraction of how much I love it too.

I tried to include every character/AU present in Invertedverse, but (surprisingly) I couldn't, so for some characters I just put a little thing that symbolizes them, just so you know they're here.

I'm so excited to see your guy's reactions on the secrets, so please let me know your thoughts! But watch your tone, I'm sentitive, and will cry.

I know the shading isn't THE BEST, but if I didn't do this type of shading I wasn't going to be able to finish it in time because of, guess what, school.

By the way, the more the characters are closer to each other, the more they're related... Muahahahah.... not Ink tho, he's kind of out placed.

Wait- I've made this logo in 2023, is it still that good? Also I can finally work on some more Pride Month stuff, I know it's kinda late but idc, it's still june.

Credits:

Dreamtale (c) Joku blog

Soul (c) Tatatale

Fell!Alphys (c) Vic the underfella

Ink sans (c) Myebi

Error sans (c) Loverofpiggies

Poppy (c) fmsdraws

Core (c) Dokudoki

Killer (c) Rahafwabas

Insanity (c) Zero Danteero

Pestilence (c) Hoshi-tsubasa

Scoundrel (c) Draw wolf

If this flops, i'm actually going to cry really hard.

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13 for danganronpa ask game?

13.) Favorite Love Hotel Scene?

Hi!

That question really made me think a lot, because I'm not a big fan of love hotel scenes. But actually there are a few that I think are kinda fun. I reread some of them that I remember liking so here they are.

I really liked Kiibo's event, because it's both sweet and very funny. It's just:

Kiibo: *starts saying wedding vows*

Shuichi: I ENTERED THE ROOM TWO MINUTES AGO SLOW DOWN

Kiibo: I'm sorry for being so pushy. I'm not actually in love with you, I just didn't think I could ask someone else to help me experience love.

Shuichi: It's okay. And I think I want to help you.

Kiibo: I am in love with you now.

Shuichi: KIIBO-

And also

Kiibo: Can I hold your hand?

Shichi: Kiibo, that's a handshake.

Kiibo: Oh. Can we stay like this though?

Shuichi: Sure

It's just so funny ajstjathahtah

Also how Kiibo talks about wanting experience love, because he always hears people calling it "the most precious, wonderful feeling in the world". And immediately thinks he's in love when someone shows him basic kindness and it feels nice... He's so aro to me. And ace! He never even considered sex in his fantasy, so *points finger* ACE. Because I said so.

I also really like Maki's event. It's so fascinating how specific she was with what she said.

This could be interpreted two ways. One: she spent a lot of time creating some detailed scenario during her asassin training and work. Two: she's talking about some very specific person from her childhood. I personally like the second version more.

It would be so interesing to know more about the person memory of whom she carried through YEARS, thinking about what could've been. Are they alive? Are they still in an orphanage or are they somewhere else now? Do they remember Maki? Do they think about her? How would they react if they saw Maki now?

I think it's so interesing to wonder about all this. Also I really like the idea that Maki's ideal partner is her best friend (demiromantic Maki, let's goooooo)

And Ryoma's event is also really nice, but sad.

How he was trying to push Shuichi away, even though he actually didn't want him to leave. How he felt like it was pathetic that he wanted to feel loved and cared about. How he felt like he simply didn't deserve it, even though he wanted it more than anything. How he probably wanted his manager to reach out and offer his support to him. And how he probably didn't, or Ryoma pushed him away. And how lonely it makes Ryoma feel.

It's a shame that we only get to deduce all this from his love hotel event instead of getting to gradually see this in the main events of the game. But that's just how it is with Danganronpa. There are a lot of characters and it's unfortunately expected that some of them will die without having time to shine and get their character development. It's bound to happen with DR, but it's still sad.

Ryoma's event is bittersweet, but it's so so good.

So yeah. Those are Love Hotel scenes that liked. I didn't want to just pick one because all 3 of those are interesting on their own. And also those are the ones of the few that I actually liked. Other ones I'm either neutral about or just don't like them.

(But also honorable mention to Kaito's event that I liked for a very obvious reason).

Anyway, thank you for your question! Hope you don't mind kind of a long answer!