#no pictures of this meal because we were so hungry it was gone before we even thought about cameras 😆

[goingsparebutwithprecision]

Continually surprised and delighted by how much difference a full meal in an air conditioned room makes to a) mood b) fatigue c) generalised "it is 33C out and the old town of Kyoto is all hill" grossness

[genekies]

screaming in the club

time for another vent in tags

[lizzy019]

𝒲𝑒'𝓇𝑒 𝒰𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒮𝒶𝓂𝑒 𝒮𝓉𝒶𝓇𝓈.

Sub!Johnny Cade x Soft Dom!Fem!Reader

cw -> best friends to lovers trope lol, masturbation, underweight mentioning (Johnny), panty smelling :((, voice kink?, dub-con, cunnilingus, THIS GIRL STROKES HIS COCK! (yes pls on my knees)

Word Count -> 3.9K

I LOVE THIS WHAT

Consider your friendship to be a little too closely knit together. 

Johnny spent long, consecutive hours at your place, often being the reason why your food and snacks were gone. You couldn’t blame the poor teenager, his family wasn’t ideal, but at least yours could afford food.

By the time you two were done hanging out in your living room, watching some random show that you two eventually got bored of, you found yourself serving him whatever leftovers you had in the fridge. It wasn’t much, but you knew damn well that Johnny was the most un-picky dude ever to exist. He’d eat rat poisoning if he didn’t know it was rat poisoning. 

But you couldn’t help but feed him whatever he wanted because you knew he’d like himself with more meat on his bones and less bruises on his back. You couldn’t control what his parents did, but you sure could offer him the pleasure of eating a proper, healthier meal than takeout.

So now it was just you and Johnny sitting at your dining room table under the dim but soft light from over your head with two ceramic dishes filled with warm food in front of your torsos. It had a slightly concerned but slightly adorning expression as you watched Johnny eat with such vigour. You were concerned because it seemed like he hadn't eaten since the dawn of time, but it warmed your heart knowing you were giving him something he couldn’t access often.

“Slow down, you’ll choke yourself and I don’t have room to finish your meal.” You chided softly, smiling when you saw the tiniest pink flush engender onto his cheeks. 

Those shy brown eyes that could make anyone like him, he just seemed so sweet on the outside. “Hey, I’m hungry and I’m gonna eat! Plus, it’s not like I haven’t been to the hospital before, they’ll know me for sure.” Johnny muttered, slowing his eating pace to a reasonable speed. 

Ah right, the church incident.

Johnny probably hated how his back and shoulders looked now too, and with all that physio? You felt a little sympathy for him.

Your plates were soon empty after a decent chunk of time, and you pushed him a napkin to clean the mess from around his mouth with a kind smile. It wasn’t to be rude, as you’ve learned that being rude towards Johnny chips away at your friendship.

He takes it graciously while you scoop the dirtied dishes into your hands for cleaning. But after a second or two, you left the dishes in the sink. They could be cleaned later, and it was already somewhat late. So the ceramic plates coated in a sheen of leftover food residue were left in the sink while you tidied up the kitchen to appease your parents’ expectations. 

Johnny just watched you, eyes soft and the lovely brown irises being held by the sockets trailing your movements to exact perfection. Why did you have to be so elegant with how you moved, so effortless and perfectly postured? Poor boy was swooning.

“Alright, do you wanna go get ready for bed? We don’t really have a guest room or anywhere for you to rest, but you can take my bed while I take my parents’ bed?” You offered politely, that sweet benevolence lingering in your tone while you led him down the corridors of your home.

Pictures and paintings littering the walls of the hall, the occasional piece of work that caught Johnny’s attention until you opened a door leading to your bedroom. It reeked of your scent, something that had his insides tingling out of joy. He got to sleep in your room? Fuck yeah!

“Y-yeah, I can stay here for the night. Sorry for.. bargin’ into your home so quick, I just needed somewhere to stay and Dal was drunk outta his mind.” Johnny muttered softly, walking into your room with caution while he looked around.

Clothes scattered all over the floor, the countertops somewhat messy except for the desk you seem to barely use. Your bed, unkempt but oh so cozy looking, even the curtains which were halfway closed from rushing. Shoes just chucked about anywhere there was room, a bra littered near your hamper which he could only assume was you trying to take it off late at night before heading to bed.

But he could smell you everywhere in this room, and it sent his senses ablaze.

“That’s alright, Dally does tend to have some poor habits. Anyway, I’ll be in the shower tidying myself up, you holler if you need anythin’, y’hear?” You smiled wide, toothy grin making him smile too.

Johnny nodded, watching you leave and close the door behind you. Your soft pitter-pattering footsteps that trailed down the halls until you closed another door which he presumed was the bathroom door.

The hardening sensation being squeezed within the confines of his denim pants was getting hard to ignore, but he felt so wrong for it. But good lord, he could smell it. Smell you. The redolent, fragrant smell of you that seemed to linger no matter where he stuck his nose just drove him up the wall to pure heaven.

Meanwhile, you were just having yourself a warm shower, washing off the grime from today as well as the bit of grease you used to slick your hair out. That took the most time, you had to scrub with such authority that you were sure you had lost enough hair to re-fur a hairless cat.

The soft soap you used was being lathered onto your skin, cleansing it and replenishing what it had lost during the day. You couldn’t lie, night showers were some of the best showers after a long day.

It didn’t take long for you to finish washing your body before you hopped out of the shower to dry off. The towel now warm from the steamy, hot shower was practically a cherry on top when you patted yourself dry with it. All the little uneven droplets being soaked up by the towel’s fabric to leave you dry and soft afterward.

Johnny was hiding away in your room, stripped down only with his boxers while his hand greedily pumped at his cock, a hand grasping at the pair of panties he managed to snag from your room and stuffing them at his face to get a whiff of what your pretty cunny smelled like. He felt so wrong for doing this, he was your best friend!

Johnny instantly stopped when he heard the soft tip-taps of your feet trudging towards your room, and he used the blankets to half cover himself so his boner wouldn’t be too prominent or easy to see. He also stuffed the underwear beside his thigh away from view before muttering a medium decibel, “Come in.”

You did just that, scurrying yourself into your room you found Johnny relaxing in while you scavenged your closet for proper night clothes such as a pyjama or even an oversized shirt with some shorts. Poor Johnny was just about to go insane when he saw you bend over, the sweet sight of your ass peeking through to his line of sight.

You had to have been tempting him, right? Right?

Once you had selected what you planned on wearing for the night, you looked back over in his direction to properly wish him a good night and good dreams until you paused to look at him further.

His ribcage was in full view, the bones prominent but you couldn’t find it in you to be disgusted or revolted by the sight. The soft brown skin of his, perfect in its glory asides the bruising and scarring which you’d come to understand was his insecurity. But he seemed tense, almost fearful and you couldn’t quite pinpoint why.

“Johnnycakes? Are you okay? You look stiff, is something wrong?” You asked sweetly, innocently.

How was he not supposed to nut to just that benevolent tone you held?

Johnny gave a hesitant nod, shooting one of his sweet grins that displayed his teeth to you. You could only smile back, finding his little radiant expression to mirror onto yourself and make you do the same. But it was late, you shouldn’t stay up for chit-chatting.

“Alright, you know where I am if you need me, right? Down the hall, last room. Knock if something’s wrong.” You hummed, scampering off with your clothes in hand.

The soft click of the door when it closed rang through the silence, emitting a pitch that resonated and lingered far longer than it had to, followed by the tippy-taps of your feet against the floorboards as you rushed to your parents’ room. 

Finally!

He dug his hand back under the blanket, finding his hardened cock growing a bit flaccid, and he frowned. Poor Johnny had a good rhythm going too! He fisted his cock once again, pumping mercilessly as the echoes of your voice from that simple moment when you waltzed your way in.

It wasn’t long until he was fighting himself to not make any sounds, but he began to lose his control as soon as he gained it when the muscles surrounding the base of his cock began to twitch and tighten to signal his release was upcoming. 

The dim lights from the midnight blue sky shone through your half open bedroom curtains, pushing past the glass to shine into the room Johnny sat in. This was all the light he needed to see the pair of panties in his hand, and that dirty, filthy mind of his began to simply picture you in them and nothing more.

The lovely shape of your body, its colour and form, the little markings that made you so individual and unique. Perfect set of tits, nicest ass that looked just about sculpted by angels. You were just so perfect, how could he not want you? How could he not want to have you?

Meanwhile, you were sitting with a disgusted look on your face as you heard the soft but audible noises Johnny was making from down the hall, but once you heard your name tumble from his lips, everything seemed to fade into a realization which led to hope. Did he like you like that too?

Soon enough, your own hand drifted to the soft pair of lips being freed from the confines of your panties, rubbing your unhardened clit with vigour. The tingling sensation burned in between your thighs, and you too found it hard to remain silent, but you managed. Johnny’s sounds from your room simply added fire to the ever growing flame building within your lower stomach.

Poor Johnny was clawing at the fabrics of your bed’s sheets, gasping and heaving while soft whimpers and groans seemed to slip his closed, pursed lips. It aggravated him, but he still thought you were asleep and he didn’t wish to wake you.

Boy, was he wrong.

By the time Johnny had set off his load onto whatever fabric you had around —which you couldn’t bear to think was now stained by his cum—, you hobbled your uneasy legs out of bed and down the long corridors of your home. Your steps were as silent as you could make them, but the skin on the soles of your feet now warm from staying under the blanket made the softest sticky sound that alerted Johnny.

He sat upright in a flurry of panic, inevitably settling on stuffing himself under your blankets when he heard the door slowly creak open. Maybe you’d leave?

“Johnny?” Your whispery tone got his focus, even though he tried hard not to shuffle or move around to alert you. “Johnny, are you awake?” You tried again.

When you finally thought that he was asleep and wouldn’t be waking up any time soon, you hobbled yourself beside him under the blankets and tenderly rubbed at his back. Your nimble fingers grazed the skin of the burn scars and bruises oh so gently, his heart filling with warmth that made blood pump down in between his thighs.

You were oblivious to it, moving yourself to use his thigh as something to grind against for purchase and friction. It was selfish, it was improper, but you needed it. Lord, you could feel yourself soaking his boxers from some simple grinding against him.

Poor Johnny didn’t know how to tell you he was awake, and in all honesty, maybe he shouldn’t. If he told you, or moved even a bit, you’d become startled and embarrassed to the point where you couldn’t speak and you both knew of this well. You weren’t great at handling your embarrassment.

Those soft moans tumbling freely from your lips were like a tease, something to tempt him to see if he would break. His cock was chubbing up at your dulcet noises, and he didn’t know whether they were somewhat soothing or a bit too erotic for his liking. Regardless, he tried to subtly move his hand to that aching spot between his legs for release.

You assumed his movement was involuntary like any person would do in their sleep. Adjustments to get comfortable weren’t uncommon, so you paid no mind to it and just kept at it. Surely you had stained the hem of his boxers with your arousal juices. But you weren’t focused on that!

But it wasn’t until the movements became consistent and they weren’t your own that you began to grow nervous. Had you made him uncomfortable? Was something hurting him? Maybe he had woken up? Oh, that thought sent a sharp shiver down your spine. You were scared that he had woken up and had gotten all flustered, maybe even trying to move away with the inability to wriggle you off.

So tentatively, you moved your weight off of his body, using what little arm strength you had in you at the moment to see what was happening below you. Johnny stopped almost instantly, trying to play it off like he wasn’t just jacking off to the way you were using his body. Would this be considered non-consensual? No, he liked it very much, so why were you hesitating on continuing?

“Johnny, I know you’re awake. Did I bother you? ‘M sorry, Johnnycakes, jus’ needed you..” You hummed, nuzzling your cheek to his boney shoulder to feel the little bit of warmth radiating off of his tanned skin. “Oh, but what’ll the others think?”

When you jostled him to show you knew he wasn’t asleep, Johnny allowed himself to turn over to face you and sighed happily. There you were, all pretty with your embarrassed pink cheeks and your pouty expression. Did you even understand how gorgeous you were to him? Even when he first met you, he swore you were sent from the heavens.

“Sugar, don’t worry ‘bout the others. Dal’s secretly been tellin’ Two that we were a thing anyway. I don’t mind it, would your family be okay with it?” His serene voice that wafted tobacco to your nose had confirmed just about everything you were thinking. So he liked you back, and the glances at your breasts during visits wasn’t just because he couldn’t make eye contact with you.

“I don’t care what my parents say, but your parents.. what’ll they do to you if they find out? You know that keepin’ it a secret won’t do us any good.” You murmured, a hand of yours gently holding his hip and caressing the skin while tracing the outline of protruding bone.

That had Johnny’s eyes forming hearts. Did you really think ahead of everything just to make sure he was gonna be alright? Good lord, he knew he was making the right choice.

“Ah, what’s a couple more bruises? I’ll be able to ditch them eventually, maybe move somewhere with you. How ‘bout that? We’d move far away from Tulsa, maybe somewhere warmer. No more Socs, no more fights, hell, I’d love to get rid of my cigs. I hate my teeth all yellow.” Johnny hummed at the thought of doing everything he listed off before pressing his lips to yours in a soft kiss.

It started intimately, just two idiots mindlessly kissing with smiles mashed together while fingers entangled into each other’s hair. Soft and meaningful, purposeful movements that were well thought out and calculated until Johnny moved his hips to show you what you had started. That hardening length slick with some pre-cum, and you moved your hand down to grip it and stroke it while adjusting.

Your body was now hovering over his, lips still intertwined while you wriggled off whatever clothes acted as a burden to what you were seeking. The hindrances you considered fabric to sheath your body were off of you in mere seconds, your body pulling away from his to throw your shirt off. Soon, your mouth found purchase against the soft muscle of his neck, desperately suckling some little hickeys into his flesh.

Painless bruises that expressed your affection. What was more beautiful than that? 

The soft little squeaks of moans that tumbled freely from Johnny’s pretty mouth just egged you on. Your hand fisting his cock mercilessly, milking him for all he’s got while showering him in soft praises. He deserved this kind of love, soft and sweet with just enough roughness to have you craving more.

“Yeah, baby? Feels good? You can take it, you got it.” You lulled him, pressing innocent kisses to wherever you could reach your lips, listening to the sheets rustle beneath you as Johnny wiggled around.

Sprawled out while desperately grasping the blankets and sheets below him, he found himself teetering off of that perfect ledge of ecstasy that was exposed to him. He was so close to that pleasurable place of heaven on Earth, and he was worried you wouldn’t let him cum. He hated edging.

But you didn’t. Your expression seemed to anticipate his climax, and that further had the coil connecting his lower stomach and the base of his cock to tighten and tighten until he simply couldn’t take it.

A cry that was so obviously forced to be squeezed quiet had alerted you just a few seconds before his climax that he was cumming. Sure enough, his pretty, pearly cum trickled down from his urethra and onto your soft skin, the liquid creating a thin sheen over your flesh.

The aftershocks of his body instantly made you become more sweet, hands resting on either side of his waist while gently caressing the warmed brown skin of his. Poor Johnny was rattling more than a damn Mexican maraca. Shudders made him all electric, but he soon found your hands gently holding his hips, and that grounded him.

“W-wait, I don’t think I can go again, sugar. Maybe.. get on toppa me?” He asked so sweetly, so pleasantly as if you’d say no.

You were practically stunned speechless at his words, pondering for a moment before inevitably answering his plea. Johnny adjusted instantly when he saw the soft nod of your head, and you could only giggle at his ecstatic expression. Happy, just like how he deserved to feel.

Your legs were quickly situated over his head, and with nervous hands, you combed through the soft locks on his scalp. Ungreased and silky, it soothed you enough.

“What if I’m heavy? I don’t wanna crush you.” You smiled shyly, and Johnny simply shrugged while caressing your hamstrings with tender fingers. For a greaser, you still questioned how his fingers were delicate and smooth. 

“Then I’d die happy. C’mon, it’ll be okay. How ‘bout this? If you hurt me at all, I’ll swat your legs lightly.” He offered, charming you with that devilishly sweet glint in his doe brown eyes.

You could only nod after he spoke, and you hesitantly lowered yourself onto his awaiting mouth. Nervousness caused your fingers to jitter sporadically, but you pushed through before sitting yourself onto his face. The warmth of his tongue caused a rattle to zoom up your spine like a racecar on a speedway, electrifying you.

The moans that were pulled from you just made Johnny all the more eager to please you, and he began to greedily feed off of your sweet nectar. The tangy taste of your juices were simply too addictive, could you even blame him? He didn’t know which he preferred, nicotine or your delicious wetness.

You were beginning to grind on his face, his nose nudging your clit every time you missed or got too careless. The mess of your arousal was smudging onto his chin and upper lip, but you were too dazed out to really notice anyway. Poor Johnny was about to bust again from your desperation to get a climax, but he knew cumming twice was enough for him.

His tongue slurped up any drops your cunny managed to spurt out for him, the overstimulation of your labia and clit being teased had your toes curling. You were becoming sheen with sweat, but you didn’t cease being quiet. Johnny was simply slurping you up like a snack, and you took it.

The coil within your lower abdomen threatened to snap, but you couldn’t sum up the strength to get off of his mouth to save him from mess. His hands groping your ass or caressing your hammies didn’t seem to let up either, in fact encouraging you to continue.

Johnny’s tongue kept hitting all the ooey gooey spots inside of you that set all the nerves in your body ablaze, and it wasn’t long until you were teetering over the thin line of release.

“Johnny! Johnny- I’m gonna cum..! Baby, I-” Your orgasm had cut you off, your legs seizing and stopping all their movements while you thrashed about from the sheer intensity of whatever pleasure Johnny gave you.

Poor boy’s face was squished to mush, but he was so happy.

Soon, you found yourself coming back to reality, your control over your legs and you used this newfound control to get off of his face. The last thing you wanted was to crush him or suffocate him!

When you got yourself seated beside him, legs still a bit shaky, Johnny licked off whatever fluid you managed to spunk onto his face with a gleeful smile. How gross! But.. somewhat hot too. Johnny grinned at you, his teeth all crooked but so sweet on his face.

“Feel good, sugar?” He asked you, smiling all happy and pridefully. Making you cum was a big deal for him!

You chuckled softly to yourself at his words, they were suave in how he spoke. You couldn’t admit to him that it was probably the best head you’ve ever received, his ego would get too overinflated and the gang already had an overconfident Dally.

“Yes, it felt good. Thank you.” You smiled, tucking yourself under the warm blankets of your own mattress. The duvet covers felt nice on your burning skin, even if it was a bit too hot for them.

Johnny beamed, getting under the blankets with you as well before throwing his lanky arms around you. It scared you for a second as it was unexpected, but you laughed and wholeheartedly accepted his hug. Warm arms encased you, and yours wrapped around him in return.

Giggles were shared and kisses were peppered all around, even some tickles to make everything seem more lively. Johnny also wanted you to feel like you weren’t just there for some sex and nothing more.

God, you were so fucking in love.

Shoutouts to:

@outsidersstuff16 @raycravens116 @johnnycadesslut @johnnycadesmuse @johnnycakesswitch

[quillkiller]

stupid epic fail cringe sad post incoming but today i found myself weirdly missing the night me my sister and my mom were at the hospital waiting for dad to die. i cant even really explain it. i miss being with my sister in the waiting room and we were laughing and hysterical one moment and sobbing and heartbroken the next. nothing felt real. nothing existed except for the two of us. like. two sisters waiting for their dad to die and it took all night. i miss my mom who separated from my dad when i was seventeen and wanted to seperate from him before i was born but she refused to let dad be alone when he died. they gave her a bed, put it in his room. i miss when we went to mcondalds at like 1am and had been at the hospital for 11h already and sleep deprived and i was wearing pyjamas. i bought a happy meal because i wasn’t hungry and my sister asked if i wanted a toy and i started laughing so much i fell down on my knees. then we ate quietly and none of us finished the food. and my dad didn’t die until the next morning at 9am. my mom slept in the room with him and refused to let him be alone. my sister and i couldn’t do it. we were in a waiting area watching some weird fucking wall climbing olympics. my sister fell asleep. our dad was dying. we had been joking the weekend before when i went to visit her that we wouldnt know what to do if he actually had cancer and then he died from a stroke one week later. i told my sister that i didn’t know what i would do if he found out he had cancer and was dying and told us he loved us because i didn’t know if i loved him. then i told him i loved him and meant it crying into his shoulder like when i was a kid and my sister held my hand and he was breathing through a respirator. nothing was real and my childhood best friend i dont talk to anymore texted me she’s sorry. and it was just me and my sister in a waiting room for endless hours, my mom with our dad in another room. the view from the hospital was beautiful and i took a picture. the four of us were a family again. i miss the night my dad died and wish i could put into words what i actually mean by that. i was my little sisters big sister and im always her big sister but we’ve never gone through something like this before. i love my sister more than i love anything in the world. my mom went to therapy a few months back to be able to handle her relationship to our father better and she stayed with him all evening and all night and until morning because she didn’t want him to be alone. we were a family

[harknessxo]

Chapter VIII ✦ Calm Before The Storm

Paring: Rhea Ripley x Dominik Mysterio

Summary: Rhea and Dom have a moment again.

Warnings; a bit of smut

Word Count: 4.5k

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A/n: Sorry I took so long, I forgot to post this chapter 😭

The airport was a bit busy on a Sunday night as most of the passengers that arrived just now were already taking their bags and going home. Among the crowd, Finn, Damian, Dominik, Solo, and Jimmy were waiting as they all looked around for any signs of Roman and Rhea. Days have passed since the duo had left for South Carolina for the events that they were asked to assist, and now, they were finally returning back home.

“Uce just texted,” Jimmy called out as he looked at his phone. “Said that he’s already grabbing his bag. They’re gonna be here in a minute.”

“Good, cuz I’m starving.” Finn said as he sighed while he looked at the time. “Would it be a good time to hit the bar and get a quick bite?”

“I don’t see why not, but we can’t be drinking tonight. Monday Night Raw’s tomorrow and we gotta be ready.” Damian commented. “Especially with Rhea and Roman who are now back.”

“True.”

Dominik then perked up when he got a text notification from his phone. He dug his hand inside his pocket as he opened the message. It was Rhea.

‘Just grabbed my suitcase. See you in a bit. 🖤’

Dominik smiled, excited that he’ll get to have his Mami back. Soon Rhea and Roman could be seen in the swarm of people getting out the gate. He ran towards her and picked her up into a hug which she returned.

“I missed you Mami.”

“I know Dom Dom, I missed you too,” Rhea said before pulling Dominik into a sweet kiss. Roman could only watch from afar in jealousy.

However before anyone would notice (with the exception of Solo, who instantly noticed his expression the moment Rhea and Dom kissed), Jimmy had come up to him with a huge grin. “Hey Uce!”

“Hey,” Roman suddenly said, his cousin giving him a small pat on the shoulder.

“Yo, how did it go? Everything good?”

“Yeah… yeah, definitely.” Roman nodded as the group walked away from the airport and into the parking area.

“We saw the meet and greet pics, too.” Finn commented as the group made their way to the car while Damian opened up the trunk of the car. “How did that go for you guys?”

“You know, the usual.” Rhea was the first to comment as Dom helped her put her suitcase inside the trunk. “The fans were excited when they saw us too, we tried to get as many pictures as possible with many of them.”

“Would’ve been better if we were there, am I right Dom?”

“I don’t know man, I mean, Rhea can tell you that.”

At the comment, Rhea chuckled. “Yeah- it would’ve been better if you guys were with us. You missed a whole lot.”

“Yeah, I assumed so.” Damian stated as Dom closed the trunk of the car.

“Come on, come on guys, I’m hungry, let’s go!” Finn urged as the others began to get in the car. Damian was the last one before he saw Roman, Solo, and Jimmy from the other side getting in their car as well.

He swore he saw Reigns suddenly look away the second he looked in their direction.

At that, he didn’t say anything before he got inside and began to drive off.

The group stopped by the bar inside the hotel to eat some dinner, with Finn being the one paying for their meals as they all sat down and waited for their food. As they did, Rhea took the opportunity to get her suitcase back to her room while Dom accompanied her. Once the two were gone, Damian and Finn were left chatting.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait… I thought we agreed not to talk about it anymore.” Finn said as Damian made a face before he spoke.

“We did… but listen here,” The taller male began. “Even Solo himself said that after the entire thing blew over, Roman still hasn’t stopped going after Rhea lately.”

“What, just because he stares at her every chance he gets? Damian, Rhea now knows her boundaries and she’s learned her lesson. She’s trying to fix things with Dom too, especially now.” The Irish male told him as he looked around to make sure no one was listening before he kept speaking. “I mean sure, they were away for five days alone, but come on now. Knowing Rhea, I can guarantee you that nothing happened between them during that time.”

“Look dawg, I don’t know.” Damian mumbled. “And this is the second time I’m going to question her but… I hope that you’re right on this one. Because that shit should’ve never happened to begin with.”

“Let’s hope things don’t get out of hand anymore.” Finn mumbled, taking a sip from his glass of water.

Meanwhile, Rhea closed the door behind her as she left her stuff inside her room while Dom waited for her. She then kept her keys in her pocket.

“You got that suitcase from Zelina?” Dom asked her as they both walked down the hallway.

“Yeah, since my dress wouldn’t fit in mine then we decided to switch suitcases.” Rhea told him, folding her hands inside her pockets. “And so? How did everything go while I was gone?”

“It went well, actually.” Dom told her, omitting the fight with Jey. “Well aside from the whole tag title issue—“

“No, no, I don’t mean any of that.” Rhea interrupted him as they paused in their steps. “I meant… how did it go while I wasn’t around?”

Don furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“You know, have… have you changed your mind about us?” She mumbled as she faced him, seeking an answer from him.

At that, Dom pondered. He then sighed as he looked down at her and spoke. “Well, I haven’t. Have you?”

“… No. No, I haven’t. Not even for a single second.” She told him softly as she held his hand, her gaze meeting his. “I… I want to continue on with this, Dom. I really do. I want us to move on past everything and go back to how we were.”

A small smile appeared on his face before he held her hand back. “Me too.” He felt her remove her hand away from his only to cup his cheek as her thumb caressed it slightly.

“I missed you, you know?”

“I missed you, too, Mami.”

She smiled warmly before they both shared a kiss, with her cupping his face as he held his hands around her waist.

The elevator doors opened as they shared their moment together, unaware of who was coming out with a neck-pillow that Rhea had accidentally forgotten back at the airport. Somehow it was mistakenly placed inside Roman’s suitcase and when he found it, he realized that it wasn’t his, but Rhea’s.

It was then that he saw the two kissing that he paused in his own tracks

At that moment, he only mentally debated on doing one thing: either just walk away back to his room and give her neck pillow later when she wasn’t occupied, or interrupt them and give it back to her anyways.

And by god, he wanted to do the second option, because at this rate he couldn’t stand watching this sight in front of him.

However, he decided to discard all thought away as he pretended that he was not standing there the entire time as he approached the two and cleared his throat. Causing the two to break away and face him.

“Sorry, excuse me— but, you dropped this back at the airport. I was gonna find you but I couldn’t look for you after we all left, so.” He gave the neck pillow back to Rhea.

At first, Rhea seemed hesitant for a split second before she only nodded and took it from his grasp. “Yeah- thanks,” she mumbled, looking at Roman who had an unreadable expression on his face.

However, he only nodded his head before he turned and walked away and back to his own room.

Rhea could only watch him leave before she shook her head and turned her attention back on Dom, who was witness to the short interaction, though he looked at Rhea with concern.

“Mami? Is everything alright?”

Rhea was silent for a few seconds, before she placed a hand on Dom’s shoulder and looked at him and spoke. “Yeah, I’m fine. It’s just… it’s been a long flight and I really want to rest.”

“Oh, well, I can go and buy dinner and bring it here if you want. You know, for the both of us.”

At that, Rhea looked at him in surprise. When she did, Dom blinked before he realized what he said as he paused momentarily. “Unless you don’t want to then—“

“No, no, I do, it’s just—“ She blurted out then paused and began to reconsider the thought. “Do you… want to spend the night with me?”

At the question, he looked at her. “Well, I mean, if you want to then—“

“Yes, yes I do.” Rhea replied more confidently without a second thought as she got her keys from her pocket. “It’s been a while anyways—“

“Okay- um, let me just grab a quick bite, do you want anything?”

“No thanks, I’ll be alright.” She reassured him as she unlocked the door. Don nodded as he then went to the elevator to go down the bar to buy his dinner while Rhea waited for him in her room.

Dom had finally arrived at the bar downstairs when he saw Finn and Damian talking and eating before the latter stood up. He watched as Finn nodded at him while he continued eating before he turned and began to leave the bar. When he did, he noticed Dom walking in.

“Hey, all good?” Damian asked him. “Where’s Rhea?”

“She’s resting up, I’m just gonna buy food to go and spend some time with her.” He told him. At that, Damian blinked in surprise before a smile appeared on his face.

Dom realized what this meant as he gave him a look. “Damian, it’s not—“

“Oh no, no,no, chill, no he dicho nada.” He quickly said as he chuckled and patted Dom’s shoulder.

“Look man, I’m just taking things slow with her, okay?” Dom quickly told him as he raised his hands in defense. “We both agree to start all over again after… you know, everything.”

At that, Damian understood. “I get it.” He told him.

“Hey Damian.” Dom began as he seemed to ponder. “… you trust Rhea, right?”

At the question, Damian stood there in confusion as he looked at the younger male before him. “Yeah… yeah, of course I do.” He mumbled as he crossed his arms. “Why? Do you trust her?”

“Yeah- I do, it’s just… I’m worried about her, Damian, you know? After everything that happened…”

“Hey. It’s gonna be alright.” Damian reassured him as they both walked inside the bar back together. “If Rhea asked you for a second chance then it means something. She genuinely cares about you, a lot.”

As he said this, Dom slowly gave a nod as he understood what he meant. “I know, but…”

“Hey. Don’t start getting any doubts, man. The more you do, the less your chances are of fixing things with her.” Damian quickly told him. “Now, I’ll need you to go up there and I’m gonna need both of you to be the Rhea and Dom that I know you guys are. Talk things out, set a plan, rules, anything just that you both can be happy again. Alright?”

“Alright,” Dom smiled, “Thanks man.”

“Don’t mention it.” Damian once again parted his shoulder as Dom ordered his food while Damian began to walk away from the bar.

When he did, he saw the elevator doors open and noticed Roman coming out. He watched as the champion looked around before he walked all the way to the back, right where the pool and lounge area was.

At that moment, Damian pondered as he remembered Solo’s words from days ago. He then looked back at the bar to see that Finn and Dom were talking as Dobm waited for his food before looking back at the direction Roman went. Taking the opportunity, Damian decided to follow him.

He needed to have a chat with Reigns.

“So it’s true? They want the titles to be split?” Roman asked over the phone as he spoke with Paul, sitting on one of the chairs near the pool.

“Yes, my Tribal Chief, but get this,” Paul spoke to him. “I was able to arrange a meeting regarding this after Crown Jewel. It took me a while, but I was able to convince Nick and Pearce regarding this issue, and they will be letting Triple H know about this. Apparently they were supposed to let us know after Crown Jewel, but the issue was that it was never meant to be known to anyone else other than you, the Bloodline, and the Judgement Day. Given that you were the one who gave the authorization to unify the tag titles, you also have a say on this decision. So, basically, both Nick and Pearce want your input before they announce or do anything.”

“Wiseman, let me remind you something. Right now, the Bloodline isn’t the one holding those titles. It's the Judgement Day.” Roman recalled as he shifted in his seat while looking around to make sure no one was listening. “If they want my input on that, it’s going to be a big no.”

“Yes, yes, I understand completely.” Paul quickly agreed. “The thing is that we need to remind them that anything that is being instructed or told to them needs to go through you first. And that’s what they’re not understanding, my Tribal Chief.”

“Exactly. Which is why that meeting is going to happen.” Roman quickly told him. “I don’t give a damn what they think. The next time they want to try and screw the Bloodline and the Judgement Day over, they’re gonna have to go through me first.”

“About that… shouldn’t Miss Ripley also be informed about this too? I mean- yes, you work with her, but she’s technically the leader of the Judgement Day, and with you being the leader of the Bloodline especially with both groups basically unified…”

“I’ll let her know, too. Don’t worry about that. For now, I just need you to make sure Nick and Pearce get the message and not say a single word about the titles until we get to that meeting.” As he said this, Roman saw from the corner of his eye someone approach. He turned his head, noticing it was none other than Damian, and from what he could tell, he wanted to speak to him.

Sighing, Roman turned back to his phone. “We’ll talk more tomorrow. If there’s any updates, shoot me a text. I’ll see you soon.” With that, he hung up, keeping the phone inside his pocket before he stood up as Damian had already approached him.

“Priest,” Roman greeted as he folded his hands inside his pockets. “Didn’t expect to see you here.”

“Yeah, well…” Damian casually spoke as he crossed his arms. “I’m not that tired yet, so I figured I’d stay up for a bit. We need to talk.”

“About what?” Roman asked, curious as to what the other male wanted to discuss.

“Look, I know I already told you to back off from Rhea,” Damian began, “But… I’ve been getting this weird vibe from you lately, especially ever since you both came back from South Carolina. And if I’m being honest, I don’t know how to describe it. But it worries me, because I’m starting to think that you’re not being a man of your word.”

It was only quiet for a few seconds as Roman looked down at first before he rubbed his face as he looked up at Damian, giving his statement to him. “Look, Damian. Like I’ve said before, what happened between me and Ripley was a mistake. And I guarantee you that nothing is going on, at all.”

“Are you telling me the truth?”

“Do you really think I’d be lying to you right now?” Roman asked him.

Damian only stared at him before he began to think of his next choice of words before he spoke. “I’m hoping that you are not. Because right now, we need to focus on what’s going to happen to all of us next.”

“Fine by me. As I said, I only say the truth and the truth only.”

“… alright.”

With that, Damian turned and began to walk away.

“Oh, before I forget,” Roman suddenly called out as Damian paused and turned to him. “I just got off with Paul on the phone. You guys might expect a meeting after Crown Jewel regarding the tag titles.”

“… so the rumors are true?”

“Unfortunately yes,” He explained as he sat back down on his chair. “But I told Paul to let Nick and Pearce know that I told him to not mention anything until that meeting happens. Because they want my input on it and all I’m going to tell them is that they should be advising you guys rather than not saying a word about it to you directly.”

“… but out of curiosity, if it was your input only, would you allow the titles to be split?”

“Hell no.” Roman quickly said, taking a sip from his drink. “I was the one that unified them in the first place. They got unified, so they stay unified, no matter what.”

Damian pondered over his words as he looked at him. Ever since the deal was made, Roman was someone who was more than willing to uplift the Judgement Day, as well as someone who is willing to do whatever it takes to remain on top. Even if it was with the help from his own blood or from the Judgement Day themselves.

And to be fair, Damian would hate to see the deal being off some day. Which is something that he hoped wouldn’t happen.

“I’ll let the others know about this, but if you want, you can let them know too in advance.” Roman told him as he stood and took his empty glass. “I’m gonna rest up. See you tomorrow.”

“Yeah… see you.” Damian mumbled as Roman walked away while he remained alone. He stood there for a few minutes before he suddenly heard a text notification from his phone. Blinking, he got his phone out from his pocket and opened up a certain text message.

He only read it immediately before he then looked around and replied back to the message. Afterwards, he kept the phone in his pocket before he went back inside the hotel, just after agreeing to meet with a certain someone at the bar.

“You guys really killed it on that meet and greet though.” Dom said to Rhea as the two laid down in bed in her room while she showed him several pictures from South Carolina. “How long did you guys have to be there for?”

“Five hours.” Rhea explained to him before he gave her phone back. “Compared to other meet and greets, this one was the longest I’ve been in so far. I’m telling you though, you guys should’ve been there.” She insisted as she took a french fry from his plate and ate it.

At that, he shifted a bit on the bed to face her. “You’re saying that you were bored out there without us?”

“Oh, definitely.” She quickly said as she sat up and her back was leaning against the bed frame. “I felt like I was talking to a brick wall sometimes. Plus, I… honestly missed this.” She mumbled, gesturing at herself and Dom.

At that, Dom gazed at her before he closed up the food container as he stood up and went to put it away. He then came back shortly as he sat down beside her. “I missed this too, and… I wish we do this more often now that we’re fixing this.”

“We will,” she mumbled as she held his hand and gazed at him, “Only if you’re up to it.”

She cupped his cheek as she said this while he leaned against her touch. As he did, Dom gazed at her softly as he also kissed her palm.

Rhea smiled softly at the gesture. However, something in the back of her mind was yelling at her that this reminded her of something- or someone- but she immediately discarded the thought away. She leaned closer before she kissed him, cupping his face as she did so while Dom held an arm around her waist. Dom then pulled Rhea into his lap to straddle him.

“Are you sure you want to keep going, Dom Dom? I know you said you wanted to take things slow.”

“Yes, I want to keep going. I know I said to take it slow but let’s just consider this as make up sex, please?” Dom panted. Rhea chuckled at his desperate state and began to kiss him again. She took her shirt off while Dom admired her body like he always did.

“You're so beautiful mami.” Rhea smiled.

“Thank you, baby. You are so beautiful too.” Dom flushed at the compliment. Rhea took off the rest of her clothes as well as Dominik’s and began to kiss down his body. She went down towards his waist until he stopped her.

“Wait, mami, I wanna taste you, please?” Rhea nodded in agreement before Dom flipped them over. He kissed her face then down her jawline to her neck then he paused for a second.

Were those…hickeys?

She wouldn’t lie to him again…would she?

“Dom?”

“Yes?”

“Are you alright? Do you want to stop?”

“No, no, I’m fine…” He continued his way down, between her legs. He took his time licking up her folds, savoring her sweet taste that he missed dearly. While Rhea moaned in pleasure, her mind took her back to a certain someone and how good that person made her feel, but rushed that thought away immediately because now she was with Dom. She wanted to fix things with Dom. She wanted to stay with Dom, right?

Roman was in his room on his phone reading some emails when he got a text from none other than the irresistible force, Nia Jax. Roman, confused, opened the text.

When he did, however, he was met with a video that she had sent. It was a video of him and Rhea walking up to the hotel after they got off from their rental car, then suddenly Rhea leaned in to whisper something in his ear (which he knew what it was at that moment), before he was seen chuckling and going inside the hotel with her. From what he could tell, this video was taken from a distance.

Then he saw her text:

‘Someone sent me this. Would be a shame if I exposed this tomorrow during Monday Night Raw…🤭.’

At the text, he sat up and looked at it for a few minutes.

How the fuck did she find out and who sent that to her in the first place?

Immediately, he stood up from the bed, debating on whether he should call and confront her or not. Then the thought of Rhea popped into his head and before he knew it he was calling her.

Meanwhile, Rhea laid comfortably by Dom’s side as he was spooning her in his sleep. She tried to slowly let herself drift away as she was moments away from sleeping before she suddenly heard her phone vibrate at the table lamp beside her. Blinking in confusion and wondering who would call her this late, she slowly and carefully removed Dom’s arm away from her waist before she grabbed her phone.

She wanted to hang up as she rubbed her forehead when she saw who the caller was. Roman.

She took a deep breath before she took Dom’s shirt and her pair of panties from the floor as she quickly put them on before she quietly went to the bathroom with her phone in hand and closed the door quietly, locking it in the process before she answered Roman’s call.

“This better be a good reason to wake me up.” She told him in a low tone, yet firmly.

“Nia Jax knows.”

At the sudden statement, Rhea paused as she blinked a few times. “… Excuse me? Knows about what?”

“About what we did in South Carolina. And she has evidence, she’s also threatening to expose that evidence tomorrow at Raw.”

At that, Rhea’s expression immediately changed as she spoke quietly and paced around the bathroom. “Well then, are you going to do something about it? You both are related- make sure she keeps her mouth shut.”

“I’m going to find her first thing in the morning—“

“I don’t mean later, I mean NOW.” She almost hissed. “Find her now, she should be here in this hotel. I can’t deal with her just yet until Crown Jewel.”

“Look, I’m gonna go and find her now.” He immediately told her as she heard some shuffling in the background. “But what I need you to do is to not cause anything. If she confronts you—“

“Wait. Hold on.” She interrupted him when she heard a text notification from her phone, immediately, she looked at her phone, noticing the text message was from Nia. Frowning, she opened it.

‘Tomorrow @ 12 PM, meet me at the cafeteria in the hotel. Don’t be late. Or I’ll leak the video.’

Rhea remained silent as she stared down at the text. She willed herself not to lose her temper right then and there, holding her phone still while Roman was still on the line.

“Ripley? What’s going on—“

“You better go and find Nia, set things straight with her, and make her keep her mouth shut.” She interrupted him yet again. “Because now she wants to talk to ME tomorrow before Raw.”

“Wait. Don’t.” Roman immediately said to her.

“Reigns, if I don’t do it, she’s going to expose us—“

“She threatened you?”

“Of course she did. What else could she have done?”

“Okay- you know what, stay put. I’m gonna go and look for her asap. Do NOT do anything yet until you hear back from me, understood?”

“Reigns, if I remember correctly, I don’t take orders from no one, especially you. You go deal with her now, I’ll deal with her tomorrow. End of story.” With that, Rhea hung up and almost slammed her phone near the sink. She then took a deep breath while looking at herself in the mirror.

She knew why Nia was doing this. All because of her Championship. She’d do anything to make Rhea fall and crumble. But that was not happening anytime soon. Not as long as she remains on top.

She was going to remind Nia who she was dealing with.

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[guessimate]

Today I'm finishing playing the Bruni family, whom we visited in the previous post already. I'm playing the main part of the family for 2 seasons, therefore we are also starting round VII.

I rolled another ROS for them and it turned out to be a time of fast/lent. Sims would only be allowed to eat one meal at a table a day (excluding pregnant sims and children). I decided against using fresh ingredients like fish because they are very filling, and I had my sims prepare regular grilled cheese instead.

I also allow my sims to drink water from the sink if they are on the brink of heatstroke etc. I decided against rolling for possible deaths, at least for this household, since they were already getting two deaths of old age anyway.

Additionally, I only allowed my sims to go to the community bathhouse once this round, because I didn't want their needs to reset or something. Hungry and stinky sims are not very cooperative...

Apparently Romans would fast if an important battle was coming, but I hope no war will come to my empire yet... From my limited google research it looks like Romans would only eat 1 proper meal per day on a regular basis... I don't think Sims would appreciate it very much.

Since the emperor is dying this round, this lent could be to honor his death. Because this ROS is happening to the emperor's family, I decided to apply it to everyone in the summer. Emperor Geatano imposed a lot of rules on his people, first banning marriages in spring, and now asking his people to hold a fast.

This ban could turn out to be really bad for the Orange family who have a werewolf. On the other hand the Imagos were baking a lot last round, perhaps in preparation for what was to come.

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The imperial couple got their wedding anniversary, but I didn't throw any more parties for their grandchildren's birthdays. I didn't think it would make much sense to eat cakes if they were fasting, so everyone aged up without much fanfare.

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I decided to give the future emperor Mnevis a shorter hairstyle when he aged up. Apparently facial hair and long hair in general was unacceptable at some point in the Roman Empire, so it would make sense to have all my male sims have their hair shaved once the new emperor rises to power.

Mnevis took a liking to the arts and drew some pictures of his grandparents. He's going to be a patron of arts with his 8 creativity skill points. He's following into his uncle Nepri's footsteps (who had drawn a picture of his now deceased brother before). The emperor's estate is slowly turning into an art gallery.

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Because all Geatano wanted to do was to send his offspring to university and university is not unlocked until the Middle Ages, I decided to fulfill Nepri's wish of getting into the private school.

The headmaster was not very impressed with the big and largely empty rooms, but he absolutely loved talking to the empress and he thought the Sunday meal was exquisite (starving will do it to you!). They really bribed him with a freshly-cooked meal of blackened catfish in the time of fasting.

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What's up with my Knowledge aspiration teens and getting Ds because they don't want to do homework...? It's the second time it's happening in this neighbourhood! Maybe it makes sense. After all they didn't go to school as children in 'prehistorical' times and now they are struggling to grasp the basics.

Nepri got a D and then wanted to learn to study and get an A. Sadly, he didn't manage to get through his huge pile of homework. Thankfully his grades only deteriorated so much at the end of his teenage years, so he didn't get fired from his job. He's still a Seminary Student level 3 of the Church of the Watcher career and he kept his job level when he aged up into an adult.

Nepri was afraid of being uneducated, but unfortunately this fear had to come true... Even though he was a happy teen, aspiration failure awaited him on his birthday. Even if it weren't ancient times, he probably wouldn't have gone to university with almost failing grades.

Nepri is attracted to Venus Primula, the Knowledge aspiration alien. It took him a while to get a crush on her, but he wanted to have a dream date and make out, so eventually he caught some feelings towards her. I will probably play the Oranges (and Venus) next.

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I thought the emperor and his wife would die this round, but I had some odd bug with them getting extra days of life, as if they had drunk the elixir of life. In the end, I aged them up with the sim blender to help them get to the place of eternal rest.

Empress Bunefer died having accumulated ~325.000 aspiration points, and Geatano had ~250,000 points when Grim Reaper finally decided to pay him a visit. They died happy, having produced 6 children and 6 grandchildren (and counting, but they'll never meet more of them!).

The emperor's seat is technically vacant now. Nepri will sit on the throne before he gives it to his nephew (who is still a child for now).

~*~

Sesheshet was rolled to be a Romance sim, like her aunt Baset. I do have hopes that she will turn out to be more into finding her one true love when she ages to an adult, but I will allow her to do her exploring as a teen if she wants to.

~*~

Gautseshen and the court jester will be back home next round to tell the tale of Satet and the Far East... But the original emperor won't be there to listen to them.

[socialmediatookmybrain]

Part 10

So, what can we do?

It's not a one-stop-shop kind of deal. It will require intervention before thing get worse, as well as damage control. Sounds harsh, I know, but that's the reality.

Apps need to take further measures to prevent kids from being on social media. Now, I'm not saying everyone under the age of 18 is banned from Snapchat, but these companies target young kids specifically. YouTube made a whole different section for kids (which may or may not be kid friendly). Kids can learn a lot from watching things on T.V. They can learn very valuable skills, especially if they are homeschooled, on breaks from school, or an only child.

Kids can learn new vocabulary through Dora or be inspired to learn some kind of martial arts from some version of TMNT. The problem doesn't lie with technology, but how we use it. Showing kids media that is meant for them is different than handing them an iPad and letting them frolic in the pixel fields of Instagram and TikTok.

Most media on television are curated and labeled appropriately. If you're watching a show with mature themes, there are warnings stating what about it gives it that rating. So why is it not like that for other forms of media.

Well, it's kinda hard. We are living in a time where anyone can post anything. You don't need a medical degree to give medical advice. You don't need a business degree to start a drop shipping business. You can be whoever you want online. It's hard to verify that people are who they say they are. And if Instagram were to start asking for pictures of our ID's, people would be worried (for good reasons).

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So (for the love of God) what do we do?

Parents can limit screen time for kids. This includes monitoring their activity when they are online. Be conscious of what they are watching and how it might affect them. Just because it is 'kid friendly' doesn't mean it was made for kids. Talk to your kids about what they experience on the internet AND in real life. Show them that not everything has to be digital. Show them DVDs and VHS tapes. Give them a Walkman or show them how to use a payphone. Show them that they can have a safe and healthy presence on social media, even as a kid.

Social media sites need to crack down on creators who are under 18. This one is a bit tricky because it can be hard to determine if an account is run by a 12-year-old or not. If apps stopped incenting videos with kids in them, parents couldn't exploit them. There are way too many kids out their who's next meal depends on if they can cry long enough to take a picture for their latest video's thumbnail.

Social media sites also need to stop promoting content geared towards kids. There's a difference between parents reviewing toys for other parents and adults playing with toys so children watch them and give them money. It's gonna be biased and unfair with this kind of crack down but it needs to be done.

For those of you who are reading this and are a kid, stop and think about what you are consuming. Just because you are under 18 doesn't mean you don't know the difference between right and wrong. But sometimes there are bad things on the internet that might not seem like it. Just because something is 'popular' or 'trendy' doesn't mean you have to like it or follow it. If you see something that you don't like, close the app. If you see something that could harm you or someone else, talk to someone about it. It may be scary but sometimes talking about the bad stuff we experience can be good. Always remember that, while you can delete apps, you can't always get rid of posts and comments. Even if you think they are gone forever, someone else probably remembers it. Be careful about who you watch and talk to on the internet.

HOLD PEOPLE ACCOUNTABLE!!! There are so many creepy and money hungry people in the world and on the internet. Don't be one of them. If you notice gross comments, report them. Don't like how TikTok promotes videos with kids in them? TELL THEM ABOUT IT. Even if these CEOs, founders, or social media teams don't do anything, you can say "at least I tried." Don't be on the wrong side when things start to go bad. Protect kids. Protect yourself.

Even if you make mistakes or become famous on accident, breathe. We make mistakes. Mistakes don't matter as long as we grow and change because of them. Give yourself some grace!

Be aware of things on the internet. Not everyone has the same intentions as you do. Stay safe!!

[fandomficsnstuff]

Witches And Wizards - 28

(Warnings: Some angst, some more angst, a bit of angsty angst and angst with some fluff at the end)

Note: I once read parts of a fic where the reader has magic and goes back in time, meeting Merlin. I sadly can’t find it anymore. Also Fred didn’t die in this.

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She wasn’t there at breakfast, or lunch, or at the start of dinner.

Merlin had begun to worry. Was it her leg? Had she gone through the pictures? Read the letters? His head began to hurt and ache with the possibilities when suddenly she sat down next to him halfway through the meal, her cheeks flushed and she looked like she had been running, or at least as close to running as she could with her leg. She placed her cane against the table and turned to look at him, her eyes locked with his and he knew. She’d read the letters. Seen the pictures. He didn’t know if she remembered or not but it didn’t matter because at least she didn’t seem angry. “I have no idea what to say” she admitted after a long while of silence and Merlin nodded weakly “i-it’s okay, I-”

“I mean-... I’d like to talk but I don’t know what to say and I was getting really hungry and I didn’t want to talk here, I wanted to talk privately, but I’m really hungry and-” she cut herself off as Merlin smiled, reaching across the table and putting out some food in front of her to take from, her lips parting in a smile and she nodded to herself as she sat a little straighter in her seat, heart galloping in her chest as she felt like she could barely breathe “thank you” she muttered quietly, almost in a whisper, and Merlin nodded. The rest of the meal was in silence, although not without it’s more than fair share of glances. The second they had both eaten, they got up, Merlin helping her stand as the others began to leave the hall as well, Merlin walking her to the end of the hall to the Floo network, travelling to the Room with her. Once there, she nervously cleared her throat, limping over to her desk and Merlin followed casually, studying her “I just-... I didn’t-... not for anything, I don’t want anything, I just-”

“I read the letter” she stated softly, a comforting smile on her lips and he nodded hesitantly “right” he muttered and she studied him, tears in her eyes “what was I like?” she asked in a quiet voice and Merlin studied her before sighing softly, walking over to the sofa and chair in front of the lit fireplace and she followed, sitting down in a chair right next to the fire, putting her cane aside. “You-... haven’t really changed that much” he admitted shyly with a grin and she smiled, the tears still lingering in her eyes as she kept her head down, Merlin studying her “you were more cautious but-... we lived around muggles” he admitted and she frowned, making him nod “I know. But they were good people, and in the end, after they found out, they accepted us… I only wish you had been there to see it…”

“What happened?...”

“There was a witch, Morgana… she wanted to kill Arthur, to become queen of Camelot… she’d tried a lot of times but-... you and I stopped her-”

“And no one knew anything??”

“No one except us and one man; Gaius.”

“Your teacher?”

“Yeah, he was a muggle, actually… he knew about me from the start. He fell through a wooden railing and I summoned the bed from across the room to catch him” he admitted sheepishly and Ophelia grinned, chuckling lightly “and you didn’t Obliviate him?”

“I uh… I can’t do that” he admitted and Ophelia frowned, making him blush a little “I’m, uh… m-my last name isn’t actually ‘Emrys’... I-I don’t have a last name, it’s what the Druids called me and you were called-”

“Agatha” she muttered faintly, looking at the lively fire in the fireplace, frowning, narrowing her eyes a little at them as though trying to squeeze her memories out of the fire so she could retrieve them. “There was a man… he-... had black hair, I don’t think I liked him very much…” she muttered, lifting her hand without even realising it, her fingers tracing the fabric of her shirt where Merlin remembered the cut was that Agravaine gave her in those cave tunnels. “Yes. Agravaine. He was Arthur’s uncle, he was with Morgana… I had to-” he cut himself off, looking away, a part of him still hating what he had to do but suddenly there was a hand on his knee. He turned to look at her, tears in his eyes, just like the tears in her eyes, and she gave him a weak smile. “‘You feel your hands sticky with blood when they’re cleaner than ever’” she repeated the words from so long ago and he let out a shaky breath, watching a tear running down Ophelia’s cheek “I remember that… I remember those words” she admitted shakily, Merlin nodding, wiping his eyes which caused her to mimic him and wipe away her own tears with a smile. “I’ve-... I think I remembered something else… it was dark… but there was a small flame… and golden eyes… I think-... I think I was happy… or… I don’t know, I didn’t-... didn’t see all of it… it was like I was there, one second, and then I blinked and it was all gone” she admitted with a wince, reaching up to cup her head in pain and Merlin frowned, edging closer to her from his place on the sofa. He stretched out his arm, his hand closed in a fist and she frowned at him, looking at his hand and then his eyes and when he was sure she was looking at his eyes, they glowed. She flinched. She actually flinched when they glowed, her eyes wide, filled with tears again and when he opened his palm, there was a small flame. Her mouth was open in shock as she just stared at the fire, her breathing growing uneven, a sob building in her throat and Merlin quickly closing his hand, the flame gone and he edged a little closer to her, placing a hand on her shoulder in an attempt to comfort her. “Ophelia?... Ophelia?” he asked softly, gently shaking her shoulder when she seemed to not even hear him. She slowly closed her mouth and frowned, looking up at him, tears running down her cheeks and it was like she finally recognised him. Like she actually recognised him for who he was. Who he had been to her. Who he could have been had they had more time together.

“Oh my god…” she muttered and Merlin swallowed the lump in his throat “Ophelia?” he asked quietly, desperate for some kind of context. When he saw her begin to stand up, he quickly stood up, helping her to her feet. She stared up at him, a hand coming up to slowly graze his cheek, those high cheekbones she adored. Her fingers fell down to the stubble beard and Merlin had to fight every single thing in his body to not close his eyes and fall into her touch, to not break down and sob at finally feeling her touch again, her hand tenderly cupping his cheek after all this time. She slowly moved her hands up behind his head, her fingers feeling the length of his still short hair, yet it felt longer, like her fingertips had the memory of shorter hair and this new length felt foreign to her. Alien. Slowly she applied a little pressure, tilting his head down, his forehead resting against hers and she closed her eyes, tears running down her cheeks and Merlin reached up, gently taking her hands into his own and out from behind his head, lifting his head from hers.

She opened her eyes and looked up at him, almost pleading with him for something neither of them knew what was. He brought both of her hands to his lips, kissing her knuckles sweetly and she let out a choked sob, her head burning and aching as everything came back, like a dam finally breaking, the water rushing out, the current wiping away all the other things in the world, drowning all the problems, silencing them to give some peace to the two of them.

She recognised him.

She recognised his scent, she remembered the tree they slept with their backs to, a blanket around both of them as she was curled up at his side. She recognised his eyes, she remembered how they always made her heart melt with love when she looked at them. She recognised his touch, she remembered all the hugs she let him give her, eventually hugging him back, the hugs turning to soft touches filled with love and adoration for each other. “I know you” she whispered, mostly to herself as though she had discovered something enigmatic yet overwhelmingly beautiful, daring to smile a little as she leaned up on her tiptoes to gently rest her forehead against his again.

“I know you” she whispered again, more firmly, her lower lip trembling as she smiled, a big and genuine smile as tears ran down her cheeks like rivers. “I know you” she repeated a little louder, gazing up at him, as much as she could through the blurry vision of her tears. “I know you… I know you” she kept repeating, as though it was a prayer that had come true, a cure for an incurable illness. “I know you” she stated more firmly to herself, removing her hands from his to hold his cheeks in her hands “I know you” she said again, her smile gone as she frowned but he only smiled in return, his own hands cupping her cheeks as he nodded. “I know you… I know you…. I know you. I know you” she repeated like a mantra and his smile just kept growing bigger and bigger each time he heard it, tears of his own running down his cheeks “you know me” he whispered in confirmation and she nodded, her hands holding his cheeks tightly, afraid to let go. “It’s okay. It’s okay, love, you know me” he whispered, gently prying her hands from his cheeks, despite her strong grip. He kissed her palms lovingly before wrapping them around the back of his neck, like she used to, his hands returning to her cheeks, his forehead against hers again “you know me…”

“I know you…”

“You know me, love… it’s alright, you know me” he whispered and she nodded. It was as though she was trying to stay sane, as though those words were the only thing keeping her grounded. “I know you” she stated harshly, mostly to herself, and Merlin nodded, not minding her change of mood at all “you know me. You know me, love, shhhh, it’s okay, you know me…” he comforted and she nodded, finally breaking down, it was as though her legs gave out under her as she buried her face in his neck. He quickly caught her before she fell to the floor, keeping her up, his arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her closely against his chest, his eyes closed in relief as tears ran down his cheeks while she sobbed loudly.

“You know me, my love… you know me” he whispered comfortingly, feeling her clutch him tighter and he wanted to sob just as loudly as her but he forced himself to snap out of it, comforting her, gently stroking her back, lovingly holding her “you know me, my love” he whispered, kissing the side of her head, his heart melting with joy that he was finally able to do this. Finally he was able to hold her, kiss the side of her head and comfort her when she needed it. “You know me, and I’m here” he whispered softly “you understand, my love? I’m here. You know me and I’m here” he whispered and she nodded desperately into his shoulder, making him nod as well “and I’m not leaving… never again… I’m not leaving, love. You know me, and I know you” he whispered and she parted from him, looking up at him with teary eyes. Her nose was running, her hair a little messy, her cheeks red, her eyes red and puffy with a steady stream of tears running down her cheeks, having completely soaked the blazer jacket he was wearing but neither of them cared, not when she was so beautiful, gazing up at him. “You know me” she repeated in a hoarse voice and he nodded, leaning down to rest his forehead against hers “I know you” he whispered back, smiling softly at her, his hand coming up, wiping away another tear that fell down her cheek and she leaned into his touch, eyes closing which caused more tears to run down her cheeks. “I’m here, and I know you” he whispered, kissing her forehead lovingly, lingering there as he continued to hold her, letting out a shaky breath as he hugged her again, his head resting on top of hers as they both desperately clung to one another.

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The gramophone was playing near the desk Ophelia sat at, the music filling the Room, Ophelia humming along with it as she gnawed at the corner of her lip while reading through the reports from her students, adding small notes to herself, small arrows pointing to certain things, things she’d have to go over again because the student didn’t understand the concept or needed some help with it. Merlin knocked but she must not have heard it because he received no reply. As he opened the door, the music flooded his ears, a smile forming on his lips as he recognized the song. It was a muggle song, even. ‘Fly me to the moon’ by some guy he didn’t remember, he hadn’t paid particular attention to music over the centuries, but he remembered that one. She was humming along every now and then, seemingly unaware of his presence, occasionally bobbing her head along with the song until it stopped. He watched the needle lift itself, the plate lifting itself up and tucking itself into the correct cover. At the same time, another cover lifted itself up, the disk sliding out and placing itself down on the gramophone, the needle lowering itself and music once again flooded the Room. Now this song, this song he remembered. ‘Stand by me’ by Ben E. King. It seemed like she had a fondness for ‘old’ music. He wished he’d known that before, but there wasn’t a whole lot of her kind of music back in Camelot, or a way to listen to it… he wondered if she remembered everything yet. If she ever would. If she’d remember the few tunes played at feasts in Camelot. If she remembered Arthur’s birthdays… if she remembered his…

Without lifting her head from the pages in front of her, she gave her wand a small flick towards a tea set right next to her, the kettle lifting itself and pouring  steaming tea into a small cup, putting itself back down as the cup floated in mid air until she took it, taking a sip and put it back down before dipping her quill in ink, writing something and Merlin couldn’t help but just stand there. She was practically doing nothing but she was beautiful. Her hair was pulled back in a low bun, her wavy hair tugged loose here and there, she was wearing the same sweater she had when he had first seen her, when she’d bumped into him after fleeing Gaius’ quarters, when he’d seen her at the tournament, when she slept on the floor, using that sweater to cover her bag, creating a make-shift pillow. The sweater she had thought long gone, the sweater that had been kept safe in her bag for centuries that she had finally gotten back, along with some of her memories. Suddenly, she smiled ever so slightly, continuing to write and read as the music changed itself “you’re staring” she suddenly said, looking up at him with a smile before looking down at the pages, Merlin blinking as he snapped back into reality, approaching with a soft smile “you weren’t at dinner…”

“Blasted leg. That’s all” she admitted, Merlin studying her before leaning over, trying to see what she was writing, a smirk forming on his lips “I guessed that it was your leg… Are you-... you’re grading?? Aren’t you the Herbology teacher? With, you know, plants?”

“Well I could hardly keep track of all of their answers and see what I need to revisit if they all answered only verbally” she stated with a smirk, looking up at him with soft eyes before looking at the plate in his hand, her smile turning into a grin as she looked back up at him “I’m assuming that’s for me?” she asked, Merlin nodding with a smirk, making her blush a little as she looked back at the papers “can you place it at the table? I just need to grade this last one…” she muttered, already nose deep back into the papers but Merlin did as she asked, looking out of the window near the desk, smirking a little as it was dark outside, frost covering the window and when he looked up, he saw the same, the candlelight chandelier being the only source of light in the Room along with the other light sources placed around, some of them lit, some of them not. She grabbed her tea cup and emptied it before grabbing her cane, pulling herself to stand despite Merlin offering to help, her hand lifted to stop him, offering him a small smile and he nodded, already knowing what she was going to say.

‘I have to be able to do it myself’.

And she knew what he’d say.

‘You don’t always have to do everything yourself’.

The thought made him smile as he readied the table for her, pulling out the chair and pushing it back in after she sat down, making her chuckle “was this how you were with the king?”

“Arthur” he corrected and she smiled as he sat down next to her on her right as she sat at the end of the table “I still can’t imagine actually knowing a king” she admitted as she looked at her plate, a big grin forming on her lips when she noted everything on the plate, making Merlin smile as well. He still knew what she liked and wanted. “Yeah, it took you a while to actually like him, too. You called him an idiot once” Merlin admitted as she began to eat, watching her eat as she grinned and chuckled quietly at the idea “and I wasn’t beheaded?”

“No, you were sort of-... sort of like an advisor? Except you were also his friend…”

“Like you?”

“Me? I was his manservant” Merlin stated with a shrug and Ophelia smiled at him, reaching over to place her hand over his “from what I remember, and what you told me, I’d say you were more than that…” she stated softly before going back to eating, Merlin watching her with a half-open mouth. God, she was beautiful. She was gorgeous, even with a mouth full of food that she was chewing.

“Did he know?...”

“No, but-... Gaius knew. And Lancelot.”

“Lancelot?? Like the knight from the stories?” she asked, a frown forming on her brow as she stared off to the side and he kept quiet, knowing she was searching her memory to the best of her ability, trying to squeeze out the memories like water from a dry sponge, struggling. He knew they didn’t always come in the ‘correct’ order, sometimes she remembered something years before something else, only to remember that other thing. It was difficult for her to piece everything together, he knew that, so despite her question, he kept silent to let her think.

“He-... had-... brown hair?... I remember-” she suddenly got quiet, she was no longer trying to recall a memory, instead she seemed haunted by one she had just remembered, uncovered from under the darkness most of her memories were shrouded in. “Ophelia?...”

“So cold…” she muttered with a haunted look in her eyes “you were so cold…” she added in a voice barely above a whisper, a few tears forming in her eyes as she frowned “Blankets and-... Hawthorne… he used Hawthorne when the-... when the potion didn’t work…”

“It worked! Just-... it wasn’t quite enough” Merlin quickly spoke, already knowing what she had just remembered, Ophelia wiping her eyes with a heavy sigh, forcing a smile “sorry…”

“It’s okay. Really, it is. I’ll tell you all about it someday, if you want?”

“I’d like that” she admitted with a soft smile before going back to eating, enjoying Merlin’s company, the two talking occasionally about different things but otherwise there was a comfortable silence.

[timetravelassasin]

Never Leave Again

Summary: You leave for a long trip

A/N: Hello my lovelies I hope you enjoy this one. I'm trying to post more often.

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"Do you really have to go," Jason asked, lying on your bed.

"Yes, I have to go it is only for a week. I will be back before you know it," you chuckled zipping your bag closed for the tenth time.

Jason had been secretly taking stuff out and replacing some of your t-shirts for his. He had been trying to distract you so you would never notice he was slowly emptying your bag.

"Why can't I go with you," he sighed.

"Because it is a work trip not a bring your boyfriend and cause chaos trip," you answered.

"Y/N," he whined.

"Jay," you chuckled.

"I don't want you to go," he said, staring at your ceiling.

"Jay, I won't be gone long. I will call you and send you pictures of proof of being alive," you said, lying on top of him.

"I am going to miss you," he sighed.

"Jay, you will be fine it's not like you are going to die without me," you chuckled, placing a kiss on his nose.

"But I will be so lonely without you and who will I have to make me some delicious food," he chuckled.

"Alfred will happily make you meals. I won't be gone long love. I'll call you every chance I get," you said, placing a kiss on his lips.

"I'll try to survive, but when you come back, we are spending the entire day together," he sighed.

The next morning, he drove you to the airport where you met with your other coworkers. Jason made sure to check that you had everything you needed and even transferred money into your account.

"Jay, I have everything now I have to go. I will text you when we arrive and call you before I go to sleep," you sighed, patting his cheek.

"I know, be careful I'll miss you," he sighed, taking hold of your hand.

"I will I'll miss you too," you smiled, giving him a kiss before walking away.

You got on the plane and took your seat. The flight was not as long as you thought it would be and happily texted Jason your arrival. It was supposed to be a week, long convention. It mostly delt with meeting people from various departments and learning new programs. Several Sponsors and professionals would be attending as well as teaching some of the lessons. It was something you were looking forward to doing. Also being a Wayne enterprise employee brought on a lot of neat upgrades. You got to have your own room and rental for when you needed it.

"Y/n here is the key for your room. We are going to drop everything off and go out for dinner. Do you wanna join is," your coworker, Jacob, asked.

"Sure, I'm hungry let me call my boyfriend first he is probably waiting for me to call him," you answered as you followed him to the elevator.

You grabbed your phone from your pocket and dialed Jason's number. He was the first number you had on your favorite contact list.

"You made it," he answered after the first ring.

"Were you waiting by the phone for me to call," you chuckled.

"No...Alright yes I was. I just wanted to make sure to get your call before going out," he sighed.

"This is our floor. Your room is right next to mine," Jacob said, as the elevator doors opened.

"Who's that with you," he asked, wondering.

"Oh its Jacob he is showing me to my room," you answered.

"Hey hot stuff don't worry I'll take good care of your girl," Jacob said, standing close to your phone.

"Thanks Jacob really appreciate it," Jason replied.

"He said thanks," you said.

"Send me a picture. I miss you already," he sighed.

"I'll send you a picture in a bit let me get in the room and fix my stuff. Jacob I'll see you downstairs in a bit," you said, before walking into the room.

Jacob walked into his room before nodding his head. You walked in and admired the room. There was a king size bed right in the middle of the room with beautiful nightstands in both sides. A large TV was mounted on the opposite side of the bed with a dresser underneath. There was a set of glass doors leading to a balcony with a desk in the corner with a mini fridge. You sent your suitcase to the side and dufflebag on the dresser.

"The room looks amazing," you said, falling back on the bed.

"I bet Bruce does not hold back on his employees," Jason said.

You could hear the sound of a door closing and the sound of an elevator.

"Are you heading out now," you asked.

"Yeah, I'll be careful I promise. You be careful too," he said.

You quickly set your phone on camera mode and took a cute picture before sending it to Jason.

"Check your messages," you said.

"Can you be any cuter. Don't let anyone take advantage of you and remember everything I told you," he said, the sound of his bike turning on in the background.

"I know, I will be extra careful and send you pictures," you chuckled.

"I love you," he said.

"I love you too," you said before hanging up.

You got up and grabbed your bag and walked out of the room. You met Jacob in the lobby and followed him out and to the restaurant. The week ended up going by a lot faster and you were now on your way to the airport.

"I am about to board my plane I will see you in a couple hours," you told Jason and you held your phone in one hand and your bags on the other.

"I'll be waiting for you," he said.

"I will text you when I land," you smiled.

"Alright, safe travels," he said.

You hung up the phone and stuffed it in your jean pocket and made your way to the plane. You spent most of the plane ride reading your book while your coworkers watched movies. Once the plane landed you texted Jason and grabbed your carry on. It didn't take long for them to let you off the plane and you were now on your way to grab your bag.

"Where could he be," you said, walking to the airport lobby.

You looked around until you felt someone run into you and wrap their arms around your waist. You looked down to see Damian had been the one to tackle you.

"Hey, Damian I didn't know you were coming to pick me up as well," you said, hugging him back.

"Y/N, never leave again. Todd wouldn't shut up and kept mopping around," he said, looking up at you.

"Hey, I was not mopping. They decided to follow me as I came to pick you up," Jason said, pulling Damian off of you and pulling you into a hug.

"Well hello to you too love," you smiled, wrapping your arms around his waist.

"I'm glad you are back. Next time I am going with you," he said, pressing a kiss on your lips.

[iwadori]

Haikyu Boys when they make you insecure PT 2(Atsumu,Suna)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3  Part 4  Part 5 Part 6

word count: 1.6K

Genre: angst,fluff

Masterlist

Atsumu:

You have been dating the great setter of the MSBY Jackals since your third year in highschool 

You’ve always been okay with his profession 

Even when it comes with the adoring fans he has (the ones that don’t necessarily like you..)

And the away games he goes to, that you can’t always go to because of your job.

You and Atsumu got to spend all of quarantine together, which was challenging at times. As you and Atsumu sometimes did have conflicting personalities but you loved being together for 8months + altogether. 

But now with the restrictions being lifted, Atsumu got to go back to practice and playing some games although you still got to work from home. Over lockdown, you do feel like you gained a bit of weight (which you didn’t pay much attention to since didn’t everyone gain some weight?) 

However, today you were scrolling through twitter, smiling fondly at the recent tweet ‘tsumu made about you;

@ ThebetterMiya: ‘Remember this @ *Insert your twitter handle here* ‘ 

It was a picture of the two of you in high school in your second year, with you giving Atsumu a hug just after his game against Karasuno. The memory made you smile, but your positive thoughts stopped after seeing a particular comment... “Y/N has definitely let herself go” it read.

 To your surprise Atsumu even liked the comment, you didn’t want to overthink things as you know that Atsumu just unconsciously likes comments and tweets without thinking all the time. But you can’t lie and say you didn’t agree with the comment. 

For the rest of the day, you spent your time googling and searching personal trainers and gyms that were open for you to go to and new healthy diet plans to try

.Atsumu came home a while later, tired and grumpy claiming that coach worked him extra hard in practice. Because of your newfound idea to start eating and being more healthy, you decided to have one last day of ‘letting go’ so your ordered yours and ‘tsumu’s favourite take out.

Whilst eating dinner, you were going INNN as you should  because this is basically your ‘last meal’ you were going to have. ‘tsumu caught onto your cavemen-like way of eating which made him chuckle a bit. “Hey babe, woahh you’re really hungry aren’t ya?” 

His comment threw you off, even though you know that he probably didn’t mean anything by it but from the comment on his twitter earlier and how you already feel about yourself it just didn’t help.

“Well what do you mean about that?” you say a little agressively “you think i’m getting bigger right?”

Your question threw him off guard since he didn’t mean that “well Y/N I know you’ve kinda let youself go a bit and you’re obviously not the weight you were when we 16 but-” before he could finish you get up out of your seat and rushed to your room with tears in your eyes, missing the end of his sentence which was “but I still think you’re beautiful” he murmurs.

He decided to give you some space for a bit, and before approaching he see’s your phone ringing (lets just say you and Atsumu have ultimate trust so you can answer eachothers phones :3) “Hello is this Y/N L/N” the person on the otherside of the phone asked 

“No, this is Miya Atsumu” your boyfriend replied 

“Oh! Miya-san i’m a big fan of you!” he started making Atsumu chuckle “I was just calling Y/N to say i’m available next week saturday to start training”

‘Training?’ Atsumu thought “Can I ask what training you’re preparing for with Y/N” he asks

“Oh I am a personal trainer.” he replied “ Well that’s all I can say, can you please tell Y/N-san to call me again so we can work out times.” he ended the call.

Atsumu goes into your shared-bedroom where he finds you on your laptop looking at ‘weight loss’ tips. He goes over to you and closes your laptop lid and pulls your hand to lead you to the mirror in the room. He stands you in front of it and puts his arms around your waist and his head on your shoulder.

“You’re beautiful Y/N” he says, sparking more tears in your eyes “I think you misunderstood what I said earlier, you. are. goregous. babe” he says punctuating every single word. “Even, if you feel like you gained weight, or lost weight or whatever I will always think your beautiful. If you feel like you want or need to change I will definitely support you along the way, but I think you’re amazing Y/N.”

“Thank you ‘tsumu” you start “ I do feel a bit insecure about the way I look right now, and I’m sorry for my abrupt leave at dinner but I do feel like my body is gross but I do want to try to see myself the way you see me.”

After many efforts from Atsumu, you definitely fell back in love with your body wether you were bigger or small you didn’t care cause you knew you were beautiful either way and so did Atsumu which he reminded you of that every single day.

AN: Can someone give me a synonym for beautfiul lmao cause that’s the only word I can think to use lol.

Suna:

You and Suna have always surprised people when they find out that you’re together.

Since your loud and talkative personality mixed with his quiet and nonchalantness is that a word? seems to not work well for other people

But opposites attract right?

You just finished the last episode of Kakegurui and were excited for your boyfriend to come home so you can tell him about it. You and Suna have been dating for a few years, after you confessed to him in front of all the boys in the gym in your 3rd year.

Suna enters the house mumbling a soft “Hi Y/N” to which you responded back with “Hi suna” rushing towards your boyfriend with a big hug. 

He slightly recoiled back out of your hug making you frown, to which he used the excuse of ‘I smell bad from practice let me take a shower.’ Whilst he was in the shower you decided to make some dinner for you both since it seems that Suna is a bit ‘grumpy’ today.

Once he exits the shower, and gets changed, he sees the table set out with the delicious food you made. You exit the bathroom to see him sat down already eating his plate. “How do you like it ?” you ask him wanting to know his opinion on your food.

“It’s good” he mumbles, continuing to shove food in his mouth. A bit bothered by the lack of response, you decide to talk about the newest episode in the hopes of lighting the mood. “Last episode of Kakegurui was great Rin, you should’ve seen it I really love mary. She’s great, I am a Mary Saotome simp through and through I still didn’t get the game they played but who cares? I can’t wait for season 3 to come out, I’ve already ordered the first 3 volumes of the Kakegurui twin manga, do you think it’s as good as the manga since I do think it’ll probably be better since it is Mary-centric and who hates mary since she-” You ramble on not taking notice of the bubbling annoyance that Suna seemed to have.

“Can you just shut up Y/N” he shouted making you flinch “ You’re so fucking talktative gosh” he got up and left the house slamming the door shut making you jump again. 

Instead of wallowing in your bed you decide on going out the library to go and read a good book (something that always makes you feel better) forgetting the harsh tone that Suna used with you. You were only trying to lighten the mood...

You got too engrossed with your books to notice how the sun is now gone and it was pitch black outside, the librarian notified you that it was time to go, you figure that if Suna was back at home he would’ve cooled down now so you can have a proper conversation which to be honest, you didn’t really want one.

Once you enter your house, Suna rushes towards you enveloping you in a big hug murmuring a “Oh thank god I was so worried” he tried to give you a kiss on the forehead but you recoil out of it, just as he did to you earlier. 

“I think i’m going to go to bed Rin” you say quietly trudging towards your bedroom and getting immediately in your bed. Suna stood there in the spot you left him in feeling bad for what he said to you at dinner. He goes into you bedroom and see you on your bed and silently gets into it next to you.

“Y/N I know you probably don’t want to hear me right now, but I am sorry” You don’t respond but slowly move closer to him letting him put his arm around you. Because of your silence Suna continues to speak “Umm...I watched the last episode earlier and you were right Mary Saotome is the goat but.... yumeko is better” he said teasingly 

This made you smile, as this is what you wanted a nice moment with your boyfriend talking about the last episode of your favourite show. You spend the rest of the night arguing over which character is better and decide to start Demon Slayer together, with Suna enjoying your after episode talks that you have.

AUTHOR NOTE: I was really excited to write for Suna and Atsumu but I have a fat migraine so i’m so sorry for it not being thattt gooood today :// but I hope you enjoy it regardless 

[digital1yn]

Waste of time

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characters : Tsukishima Kei x F! Reader

desc : seems like you both barely spend time together, but he thinks otherwise

cw : arguing, fluff to angst

m a s t e r l i s t | pt.2

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S U N D A Y mornings were usually dreadful, but today was special. He was here with you, you’re finally in his arms. His chest slowly rises as he inhales, then slowly falls back down as he exhales. It’s an odd feeling, to say the least. You couldn’t help but think how Kei doesn’t seem this peaceful when he’s awake. You use this time to admire his face, but only to find yourself falling in love with him even more.

“Take a picture, it will last longer,” Kei said while opening his eyes to see your sappy face. The cheesy comment made you question his ego. “When did you wake up?’ you questioned him truly believing that he was sound to sleep. “A few minutes before you did.” he smiled.

Tapping on your shoulder to signal that he was going to sit up. He reached over to get his glasses, while you fixed the blanket before any cold air could slip in between the sheets. You laid your head on his lap now looking at the ceiling, you thought about what you guys should do today. Maybe you could go on a date, you had heard from a friend that there was a new restaurant that opened not so long ago. Before you could chirp your idea to Kei, you heard him sigh.

“I suppose I should get home. I’ve been here longer than I intended to.” He explained while looking at the alarm clock that was placed on your bedside table. You opened your mouth to say something, but nothing seemed to come out. We just finished exams last week. We haven’t even had a proper conversation or a chance to enjoy a full meal together. You were too busy in your thoughts to notice that Kei has asked you a question.

“Will you be okay by yourself? I know that your parents won’t be home until Tuesday but that doesn't mean you can be irresponsible.” Kei stated only because the look on your face didn’t suit his liking. “Yes, I’ll be okay but I thought you were going to say longer.” You said as you sat up to face him properly.

“Stay longer? Darling, I have things to do at home. I can’t be here all the time.” He stated a bit annoyed. “Well of course I know that, but we haven’t gone out together or done anything special.” You shared while also getting annoyed. Kei just stared at you for a bit, trying to understand what you meant. To him, it felt like you were clinging by his side ever since exams had started. To him, it felt like he had spent more of his time with you than with his friends and even his own family.

“Can you just stay a few hours more? We can cook something, or maybe order something,” You suggested, hoping that he will agree. “I’m not that hungry. I’m still full from last night.” He hummed while thinking about how he came a bit late last night, finding you alone with the box of pizza you ordered way before he had arrived.

You didn’t know what to say, does he not understand? “Really Kei? I just want a few hours with you, is that too much to ask for?” You could tell this wasn’t going to end well. Kei can be a bit of a thick-skulled person. “Well, what do you want me to say? I’ve been with you since yesterday.” he sighed, “I thought our movie date would be enough for you.” “Sorry, but it didn't feel like-” “So I wasted my time on you?” Kei interrupts you.

The air was thick. A few minutes had passed, you were just sitting there. Kei had gotten up to gather whatever he had left around your room. With time you puckered the courage to ask, “Do you really think I am a waste of time?” You voiced out, the silence getting a bit too loud for you to fully comprehend your conversation. “Do you want the truth?” Kei asked not very sure how you will feel when he’ll say it. “I think you're getting clingy. I’m tired of constantly hearing that we don’t spend enough time together, or that I should be putting 100 percent into this relationship.”

You looked up at him a bit shocked. You couldn’t help but feel a slight break in your heart. Did he really just say that? Since when did he start feeling this way? You thought the complete opposite, but that doesn't matter now, does it? Even if you did tell him how you felt, he would just ignore it. “If you have nothing to say, then I will be leaving now,” Kei announced. “I can come back next weekend, but anytime before that, don’t bother texting me if we can hang out,” Kei stated harshly, quickly leaving your room.

Within a few minutes, you heard your front door shut. You didn’t have anything to say. If that’s what he wanted then so be it. However, you couldn’t help but feel guilty, what have you done that made him feel that negative towards you? You let out a sigh, trying to prevent yourself from looking deeper into this mess. You quickly get up and head to the kitchen. Upon thinking about what you should eat, you notice something on the counter.

As you walked up closer, seeing it shined from the sunlight, you gasped, it was a white rose and a box. Opening the box you found a simple ring and a little note, “I promise you that time will never stop us from loving each other.” A promise ring? Since when did Kei set this here? You thought out loud. You couldn’t help but feel foolish! You remembered back to last night when you were so eager to cuddle with him, you kept on cutting him off, telling him to shush and to hold you. But for him, he was trying to do something special for you.

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12:50 am ; I hope you enjoyed this ! I wasn’t sure who I wanted to write about first but I’ve been getting so much Tsukishima content so I decided to do him first. Ty for reading <3

lynnie.

[foryoumyheroes]

Sharing is Caring

How [Midorya + Todoroki + Bakugou + Hawks] steal share food 

A/N: I miss eating out but what can you do? Please, if possible for you, continue to stay inside as much as you can! I’m saying this bc the actions in these headcanons are not pandemic-friendly LOL Also, crack-ish? 

Midoriya: 

Oh, what? This little angel can do no wrong, of course he would never take your food without asking and he rarely even asks for a bite of your food unless you offer it up. 

Always shares what his mom packed for the day as well as any other meal he has. 

Willingly eats the things you pick off your plate. You eat what he doesn’t like. A symbiotic relationship.  

Once you guys get to a comfortable part of your relationship he does do weird things in order to be closer to you. 

No matter what he uses the same soy sauce tray as you, even when there’s a perfectly good one right next to him. 

If you’re eating takeout and it’s a picnic or somewhere outside/inconvenient he will use the same chopstick as you. Just...you take a bite, pass the chopsticks, and go back and forth. 

Drinks from the same cup as you. Even if he’s pouring out a cup for everyone and pours a drink out for him too, he’ll drink from your cup and then once you guys are done with that you’ll both drink from his. 

He loves it whenever you guys do share food though!! It makes him [heart squeeze~] doing such a cutesy thing. He feels 100% more affectionate whenever this happens. 

He just likes being next to you. If you guys get street food and have to stab with the skewers into that tiny box or bag, it makes his day standing so close to you for a while. 

Of course, when he first did this he almost died every time because of the mental image of indirect kissing. 

Todoroki: 

It’s already canon that he offers up his precious soba whenever his close friends are feeling down. 

Honestly such a baby boy. 

This food sparks joy in me? It must do the same for them as well! 

But once you guys get into the extremely comfortable part of your relationship the words “my food” and “their food” get erased from his vocabulary and is now completely replaced with “our food.” 

When you guys go to a restaurant, you’re that couple that sits in the same booth seat, side-to-side, instead of across from each other. 

He only orders one dish. The waiter will just stand there until Todoroki will be like, “We’ll order another if we’re still hungry.” 

If you’re getting takeout, he’ll order two dishes but when you get home you’re still going to be sitting as close as ever eating from the same plate.

As a result every meal you have will always involve him sitting by your side. 

The kind of person that never orders the same dish as you if you’re eating together. 

It happens so frequently that Fuyumi bought this big old bowl for you two to eat from whenever you visit Endeavor’s house. 

You guys are so lovey-dovey and roman -- 🤮 romant -- 🤮🤮 I can’t even say it. 🤮🤮🤮🤮

I mean it’s kinda economical, saving all this money sharing a meal.  

Like a dog when they see you eat without them. 

If you guys are having lunch and he ends up sitting on the opposite end of the table from you, one sound of you cracking apart your chopsticks will have him noooming over to your side to eat some too. 

Quite honestly, if you try to eat without him he will physically fight you to take at least one bite too. He’s just jumping over you while you’re protecting your food from him like a football player with the ball. 

[Aizawa: so...do any of you want to tell me how [Name] gave Todoroki a black eye? 

Everyone starts talking over each other all at once while you’re saying, “I accidentally elbowed him in the face BUT that was my melonpan though!!” and Todoroki’s saying, “Our melonpan.”] 

Kinda cute though because it becomes something you kind of just expect. He’ll buy like a boba, take a sip, and then immediately give it to your awaiting hands so you could taste. 

Bakugou: 

The person you’re leeching food off of. 

He’s like, “FUCK off!” and “Get your own!” but we all know the truth 😊😊

Even tries to pass off his affections by saying that the portion you took from him doesn’t have the recommended nutritional balance so he gives you more meat/vegetables/rice to “even it out.” 

Sometimes he’ll even feed you straight from his chopsticks, just straight up shoving food in your mouth. He’ll be really aggressive and pushy but he’ll do it. 

If he wants your food, he’ll just gruffly say, “Give me that,” and snatch it. 

He anticipates you wanting to eat his food so even though he’s a spice fan he’ll tone it down for you when you steal some from him later in the day. 

[People will be like, “Wow he’s such a doting boyfriend.” 

And he’ll yell, “Mind your own shit! I don’t fucking feed [Name] all the time!” And then turn around to be like, “Here’s your napkin and I brought you utensils too.” sdfghkl] 

[He’ll refuse to give anyone else food, and he’ll say some BS like, “No one is eating this but me!” 

Kaminari is like, ��but you’re sharing with [Name] right now!” 

Bakugou: what of it?] 

What if he lulls you into a false sense of security though. 

He’s been lowering the spice levels this entire time leading you to believe that you’re getting better at spice and your tolerance has gone up but one day he just suddenly spikes it with spice and nearly kills you. 

When you two cooked together you used to grab bites right in the middle of cooking and he told you off saying it was annoying but now he always calls you over to “taste test.” 

Hawks: 

This bastard. 

Obviously he steals food from you all the time. 

He even strategizes how to steal food from you in the most efficient way possible. 

In more casual restaurants he’ll guide you to the seat that’s closer to the counter/bathroom/water dispenser and constantly asks you to go pick stuff up for him. That’s when he strikes. 

Gets one of his feathers to tap you on the side/behind so when you turn your head he starts shoveling food when you aren’t looking. 

Doesn’t wait for you when you go to the bathroom. You know this. He knows this. It’s survival of the fittest here. 

You get so nervous whenever you get delivery food because if Keigo gets to it first he’s going to eat your fries. 

Once he dipped his bare ass hands into your noodle dish and took the egg on top before you could stop him. 

Every time he convinces you to rock-paper-scissors him for the last piece even if it’s your food. 

Do y’all know that scene from Kung Fu Panda or Power Rangers where they move the last piece around the bowl and maneuvers it with the utensils so the other person can’t get it? If you’re a Pro-Hero too he’ll pull that shit on you. 

LIKE JUST LET ME EATTT. 

This is gross but he doesn’t even care if you licked something or put it in your mouth to “assert dominance” over it. He’ll just get you to spit it out like a mom bird. 

One time he came home early from patrol and found out that you were eating fried chicken without him so the two of you just stood there on opposite ends of the apartment with you staring at him like 👁️👄👁️. 

[Hawks: I thought you were bae-- 

You: Keigo-- 

Hawks:...turns out you’re just fam. ] 

He turns and goes back outside and goes get his own fried chicken and even gets himself a treat ice cream. Takes a picture and sends it to you and everything to gloat. 

[tommyspeakycap]

Can I request some chilly fluff? Anything really, just some cute sweet chilly fluff with a little bit of angst maybe?

of course! here's an idea that's been swimming around my brain all day lol

helping hand

ben isn't coping with his newest responsibility and his best friend comes to save the day once again

It's honestly less about the news than it is about the fact that you didn’t here it from him. Texts have gone mostly unanswered since you read that online article you first believed was false, only for it to be confirmed by him. You offered a congratulations despite the pain it brought to you to hear that you had completely lost your chance.

You had probably called him about a million times, each time ringing out and some even being hung up after merely a few rings.

At first, you worried that something had happened. Then you managed to wrangle the news out of Mason that everything was well, you let yourself have those days of utter heartbreak that he had found a girl, started to settle down and then completely cut you out of the picture. This was the first time in all of your 23 years that you hadn't been able to speak to him about things that were going on. He seemed to have completely fogotten about you and you couldn't bring yourself to think of a reason why.

She never really did like you, his girlfriend. You could only imagine it had something to do with the fact that Ben was incredibly close with you. A lot of girls had been unhappy with the fact that while dating Ben, they were subject to teasing that everyone was surprised he was dating when they had thought he was so clearly in love with you. You understand that, it would be irritating but nothing had ever happened between you and Ben that might suggest you would ever get together. People just love a rumour.

What had really hit you, however was seeing her from the Instagram you followed. She didn't even appear to be in London, never mind with him and that made no sense by the timeline you had managed to figure out.

That's how you found yourself standing at his door with what felt like a million bags and a feeling of hurt you had never actually had before. You cornered Mason, refusing to leave until he told you what the hell was going on and when he did, you were gone like a flash with a broken heart to seek out the man who needed you now more than he ever did.

Your heart shatters even more when you step into his house, pushing it open and pulling out the key he gave you a few months ago as you head carefully to the kitchen. You can hear him trying to talk, his voice strained and croaky as he attempts to speak over the sound of the screaming baby girl.

"Come on sweetheart," he begs, "Please take your bottle, I promise you're just tired."

His house is messier than you've ever seen it with gifts unopened, blankets and bottles, baby toys and clothes strewn around everywhere you could see.

You're quick and quiet to get to work clearing the place up, clean clothes being folded and sat in his clean laundry hamper while sorting the dirty things and shoving them into the washing machine by colour before tidying away all the blankets into the baby boxes he had set up in his front room. The infant upstairs screams the entire time you whiz around, throwing an entire bin bag worth of rubbish out of his kitchen before restocking all the shelves and his empty fridge with food for him and milk powder for the little girl. The pizza you shoved in the oven the second you arrived was finished after 15 minutes, so you plated that and left it on the kitchen island before you decided to make you presence known to him.

"Need a helping hand?"

His head whips around rapidly, instinctively tucking his daughter closer into his chest before he recognised your voice and turned his face back away from you. "You shouldn't be here, (y/n)." He mumbles, bouncing his legs to try and get that screeching to stop before he starts crying again himself.

How had everything ended up so messy? He found a girl that he thought he loved, he had his best friends and he had you. She got pregnant and he was ecstatic until she told him she wasn't interested in having a baby. It was too late to do anything about it, so she gave birth to that baby and legally signed over parental rights wholly and fully to a destroyed Ben. You, of course, had to find this out half from the tabloids and half from Mason. Ben was absolutely affronted. He was mortified. How had he gotten himself in this position?

You were the first and only person he wanted to tell. He was desperate to seek out your arms and have an absolute sob to you so you could help him fix this like you do with everything else, but he couldn't bring himself to face you. He cut you off slowly and carefully without even noticing himself because she had coaxed him into it. She played him like a fiddle, let him grow her platform and fund her lifestyle until she had everything she wanted from him and left him with something that was supposed to be theirs to love forever.

As if things couldn't get worse, from the moment he found out she was having a baby he had realised he didn't want kids or a life with anyone but you and now here he is, with a baby that has no mother and he had lost you. How could he just go back crying to you now after all the hurt he had caused you? What kind of person does that? He made this mess and it was his to clean up.

"Mason told me what happened. You can fight me all you want, Ben but I'm not going to go anywhere so you may as well just let me help." You say firmly, not inviting a single space for him to actually contest your words. His shoulder deflate even further than they already are as he finally turns to meet your eyes.

There's bags and dark circles beneath his with greasy, messy hair and a shirt he probably hadn't changed in longer than he should.

"I'm sorry." He croaks, clamping down on his lip with his teeth so he doesn't immediately burst out crying at the sight of you standing there in his house. God, he's missed you so much he couldn't even begin to put it into words and his emotions are so messed up from the lack of sleep that he'll cry at just about anything right now. "It's forgotten about. We don't have to talk about it, I'm here to help."

The weight that lifts off of Ben's shoulder is the kind of immense relief that only really you can bring to him, honestly. There are few people that he has ever met that can ease him like you can and knowing he doesn't have to explain this whole situation really is something he's so thankful for.

"This is Lilly," he says weakly, nodding his head down at her whining. You smile immediately and without thought, stepping forward to get a closer look at the small baby, only two weeks old and already giving her dad a run for his money. "Hello Lilly," you coo softly, raising your hand to stroke her cheek with your finger in the most gentle manner he's ever seen. "Can I? I feel like I've missed out on two weeks worth of aunt (y/n) cuddles."

He tries not to think much into the fact you refer to yourself as her aunt because if he lets enough thought onto it, he'll find himself breaking his heart over you all over again. Ben nods, passing her into your arms carefully.

"I'll feed her, I made some pizza for you so you should go eat." You hold our your hand to take the bottle from him, but he frowns. "I-" Ben stutters, "I don't want to just lump you with her, plus she's upset so I shouldn't leave her y'know? It's not fair on-"

"Go and eat Ben, and have a shower while you're at it. We'll be fine in here, I've babysat a million times before." You shrug, taking the bottle from him as you step further into the nursery instead of standing in the doorway cradling the still whimpering little girl in her pink onesie. "But I-"

"Go."

"I should-"

"Ben go, now."

Ben sighs in defeat and turns on his heel, the rumbling of his stomach finally giving him away as he realises just how hungry and smelly he actually is. No wonder the infant was crying in his hold.

He trudges downstairs, hearing the sounds of those winging dying down as he does, half expecting to walk into the messy swamp he had left when he went upstairs earlier this morning, only to see the whole bottom floor of the house was basically as spotless as it had been the day he moved in, bar the baby variety adjustments he had made to welcome the new arrival.

He makes a mental note to thank you more and do some grovelling and apologising later on. He knows he has to do it and he knows he'll explain in more detail what really happened probably later today, but for now he will scoff that pizza down his throat faster than he has ever consumed a meal in all of his life before raining the cupboards that he discovered you had stocked. He is reminded with every step he takes around his house that this is you, again, here holding him up when the world around him feels like its completely crumbled.

This is what you do, you keep him together, fix him up after the heartbreaks and breakups preparing him for the next girl who's pieces you'll have to pick up when they hurt him. This time he doesn't want another girl, he wants you. This time, the one time that he would be miles too late. He's got a baby now that he needs to focus on and he can't imagine that you're going to want an instant family even if you could really see past the fact he had ghosted you for nearly five straight months from the moment he found out his girlfriend was pregnant. He can't forgive himself, so how on earth would you?

If he would ask, you would tell him you already had. Seeing how hurt he was, how genuinely sorry things had ended dup like this with everyone in his life he was was enough for you. It was enough to cause you actual physical pain. You never could hold a grudge considering the situation he had ended up in.

Ben had never ever once in his life being more thankful for his shower. He’s also pretty sure he fell asleep against the wall with the heat of the shower steam loosening his muscles and the fatigue of barely an hours sleep catching up to him. He towel dries off his hair, letting the towel hang around his neck as he rubs it against his head while he pads along the soft carpet of his hallway from the bedroom to his beautifully done pink nursery where he hears no crying, at all.

But he does here soft talking.

“Giving your daddy a hard time eh, pretty girl.” You hum softly, slowly swaying from side to side. She lays in your arms, looking up at you and stealing every bit of your heart with her daddies eyes. “He deserves it a little, you know. Just ‘cause he done me out of some adorable baby cuddles y’know?” Ben can hear the teasing smile on your lips as he leans against the doorframe out of your sight, keeping quiet so as not to be detected. “But he’s a good man, sweet girl. One of the best, actually. And i know he’s already such a good daddy to you, he loves you so so much. Do you know that, eh?” You say quietly. Ben catches the sight of you swaying that amazed little baby who coos up at you, reaching for your finger to hold. “Mhm, and i love you too. You have no idea how loved you are.” That’s one thing Ben can agree on.

“And you might not know it now because you’re little, but i do know one thing for absolute certain; I’m always gonna be here for you, and for your daddy even if he’s as stubborn about it as they come. You’ve got to help me out though, eh sweet girl? Be good to that daddy of yours. Yeah, sleepy baby? Mhm, my sweet girl.” The way you hum, bouncing her carefully and swaying in just the right way for her to fall asleep in your arms. Ben watches you for only a minute more, softly singing a little lullaby to her that makes Ben’s heart swell to ache so much that he has to take a small little video before he heads off downstairs with one last look.

When you finally greet him downstairs with a tight hug that he sinks into immediately, resting his cheek on your shoulder as your hands massage your fingers through his freshly cleaned hairs as his arms hug around your waist. “I’ve missed you.” He admits, words muffled by your sweatshirt. The feeling of your fingers at the nape of his neck makes him hum in content and sink into you peacefully just like his baby daughter did not half an hour ago. You’re just perfect for them both in every way and there is not one bone in his body that doesn’t wish he had started his family with you.

But with that realisation comes one more; that he will not settle until he has given everything he has, tried with every morsel of him to earn your forgiveness. He might not of started his family with you, but he is damn determined to make you part of it.

[watchyourbluesturngolden]

First of all, love your writing, perfect for some binge reading!

I was wondering if you could do a little fic about Harry noticing all the little anxiety tics that you have (bouncing a knee, picking at fingers, etc) and maybe one time where he like helps you stop doing them and calms you down or something? I would love anything you do with this request so go off I guess! 💕

well first of all i love YOU😚😚😚 thank you so much! hope you like it :)

restless legs

warnings: anxiety, mild panic

word count: 1.6k

Harry was very perceptive. He noticed little things about you that others didn't, like when he surprised you with a gift you had only glanced at in a store window when walking past. You had no idea how he managed to be so observant, but you definitely appreciated it. It was nice when he understood you were ready to go home before you even said anything, or how he could always tell when you had a bad day and needed comfort.

He could also tell when you were anxious, especially because you had a few tells he had noticed. Like now, when you were sitting across the table from him at his favorite restaurant. It was one of the first times the two of you had gone out in public together, since he wasn't big on the idea of everyone knowing he was dating someone and you weren't big on the idea of thousands of people knowing who you were. But tonight, Harry had asked if you would come out with him. It was your 6 month anniversary, and he said he would feel bad if he didn't do something special for you. So you agreed, not realizing how stressful it would actually be. Which led to tonight, when your leg was bouncing a hundred miles a minute and you had picked off nearly all your nail polish. You felt terrible for not being able to focus on Harry, but it was hard to pay attention to him when you could feel people looking at you. Harry knew how anxious public situations like this could make you, so he did everything he could to make it easier. He had requested to be seated in the back corner of the restaurant, and he had you sit with your back facing the room so you wouldn't have to see anyone else. He booked the reservation for a Tuesday night to avoid the weekend busyness, and he even arranged for the two of you to come in the back door so the paparazzi wouldn't spot you coming in. Despite all this, you were a nervous wreck, and he could tell.

"Are you okay, love? If it's too much we can go home," he offered, a concerned look on his face.

"No, I'm fine," you shook your head. You had made up your mind that you were not going to bail again. You had already done that in the middle of three other dates, and you felt terrible every time. He always reassured you that it was fine, but you were worried he would start to get annoyed. "I'm just... I'm hungry." Hopefully he would believe that your fidgeting was because of impatience, not anxiety.

"You don't have to lie," his face softened. "Are you sure? I promise I won't be upset if you want to go home."

By now you had picked all your nail polish off and moved on to pulling at your cuticles. Harry saw this and reached across the table to still your hands, smiling gently. "What do you think?"

"I want to stay," you said decisively. "I don't want to bail again."

"Don't just do it for me," he said, not letting go of your hands. "If you need-"

"I'm fine," you cut him off. "Thank you, but I'm okay."

"Okay," he smiled again, looking down at the menu. "So what sounds good?"

"Uh... i have no idea," you said, looking down at your own menu. "I'm just gonna order whatever you do."

"Sounds good," he laughed. "I was thinking the chicken cordon bleu crepes, they're excellent here," he said thoughtfully, scanning the paper in front of him.

"I have no idea what that is," you replied. "But I trust your taste, so I'll go with it."

Just then, the waiter came over to take your orders. Harry ordered for you, since he knew that was another thing that made you anxious. You squeezed his hand gently and thanked the waiter when he took your menus.

Once the waiter was gone, you looked up at Harry with a small smile. "Thank you for that, I know it's kind of silly that it stresses me out that much just to order food."

"It's not silly," he frowned. "If it's a big deal for you, it's a big deal for me. I want to do everything I can to make you comfortable." He trailed off at the end of his sentence, his eyes focusing on a point somewhere behind you.

You furrowed your brow in confusion. "What's-"

"Looks like they found us," he sighed. Your eyes went wide and you turned quickly to see what he was talking about. There was a huge group of people crowded outside the front door and windows, yelling and pushing each other and trying to take pictures through the glass. You turned back around quickly, heart rate spiking as you processed what you had seen.

"It's okay, honey, they can't get in," he assured you. "They probably can't even see us."

You both knew that was a lie, but you appreciated his effort to comfort you.

It wasn't enough, though.

"No, they can see us, otherwise why would they be going crazy?" you asked, your breathing becoming unsteady. "This is not good- Harry they're going to take pictures of us and-"

"Hey, hey, it's okay," he said, thankfully staying calm even though you were on the verge of panicking. "Why don't I go talk to the manager, they'll get everything sorted out-"

"No! Don't leave me here," you said quickly, your hand tightening around his.

"Okay, I'm not going anywhere," he promised. "Let me just..." he waved his free hand at the waiter, gesturing him over. "Can i speak with someone about the situation outside?" He asked, politely but firmly.

"Yes, right away sir," the waiter nodded quickly.

"They'll take care of it," he soothed, stroking his thumb over the back of your hand. "You're alright, it's going to be fine."

The manager walked over to your table, looking frustrated and apologetic. "I am so sorry for the mess outside, our security is working on it, and we will alert the authorities if needed," he said, wringing his hands. "Your meal is on the house tonight, of course, and please let me know if you need anything else."

"Oh, that's not necessary-" Harry started, but the other man interrupted.

"No, no, it's on us. This should not have happened, someone must have tipped them off that you were here. Again, my sincerest apologies. Is there anything you need?"

"No, we're alright, thank you," Harry smiled politely.

The man nodded before leaving the two of you alone again.

The crowd outside had finally begun to disperse, but you weren't feeling any calmer. Your heart was still racing, and it was difficult to draw a full breath. On top of that, everyone else in the room was staring at you now. Before it had just been glances here and there, but now all eyes were on you and Harry.

"I'm not feeling well," you said shakily. Your leg was bouncing enough to shake the table and he could feel your hand trembling in his. "I need-"

Harry could tell that you were staring to panic, so he took action quickly. He stood up, moving his chair around the table and setting it next to yours. He sat down and put his arm around you, breathing deeply and evenly to calm you down.

"You're alright," he said quietly, leaning in to kiss your temple. "Just breathe with me."

You tried your best to follow his instructions, your shaky breaths slowly beginning to match his measured ones.

"That's it, my good girl," he whispered against your skin. He could still feel your leg jumping up and down, so he placed his other hand over it, stilling it with a gentle pressure. "You're doing good, baby, just focus on me. Nobody else matters, we're the only ones here right now."

You nodded lightly, leaning against him for support. "Right, they don't matter," you repeated. "It's just us."

"Just us," he smiled gently. "That's right."

-----

Harry stayed next to you for the whole dinner, never moving his hand from your leg. When it was time to go he put his jacket around your shoulders and his arm around your waist, leading you out of the restaurant and into the car.

"I'm sorry for freaking out in there, i just got kind of scared and-"

"Baby, you don't ever have to feel bad about that," he said, pulling you closer to him. "I'm sorry it even happened, it shouldn't have."

"It's okay, I know i have to get used to it, it's just hard," you said quietly.

"I know it is," he sighed. "I wish you didn't have to deal with it at all. I can't have the crazies scaring you away from me," he laughed, leaning down to kiss your cheek.

"They won't scare me away, i like you way too much for that."

"That's good, because I like you even more."

You smiled, leaning your head against his chest to listen to his heartbeat. "I love you," you said quietly.

"I love you too." He smoothed his hand over your hair and tightened his arm around you. He looked down, smiling when he noticed that for the first time in weeks, your legs were still.

[nakachuchu]

Macaroni and Drawings | Gojo Satoru

SYNOPSIS: You get turned into a 6-year-old.

READER: gender neutral

WORDS: 881

WRITTEN: 03/29/2021

NOTES: Thank you for requesting! I made a mistake and accidentally wrote the reader as a child instead of a baby. I'm so sorry! Even if I wrote the reader as a baby, I don't think it would be a very long imagine anyway but I hope this is okay.

A curse had rebounded and hit you, turning you into a child. Yaga reassured Satoru it would go away with some time. Until then, he was tasked with taking care of you.

Satoru was your boyfriend, sure. He had taken care of Megumi when he was still a child, sure.

Was he good at taking care of Megumi? Absolutely not.

Was he good at being in a steady relationship? No.

So you being turned into a 6-year-old was secretly his worst nightmare. He hid it behind his usual smile and jokes, but behind closed doors, all he did was stare at you while you peacefully colored in his living room.

"Hi, Y/N," he whispered, reaching out to pat you on the head.

You had no idea who this strange man was, but he was pretty. You'd been drawing him this whole time. You looked at him and held out your crayon box.

"Wanna color, Mister?"

He blinked. "Uh—sure."

You shuffled paper to try and find a blank one, then slid it over to him. He crisscrossed his legs and began to color with you.

The television was on in the background, but you didn't care about it. The first thing you asked for when Yaga dropped you off was crayons and paper.

The two of colored and drew in silence. He occasionally glanced at you through his glasses, but you never looked at him.

Your tongue was sticking out as you intensely focused on whatever you were drawing at the moment.

The two of you only started recently dating and it had taken a lot for Satoru to be comfortable enough with you.

It was weird yet refreshing that he could come home to someone without having to fake his smile and his personality.

You didn't mind if he faked it or not because you wanted whatever he wanted, and that wasn't the best thing most of the time because Satoru was good at taking advantage of people.

There were a couple of times where his teasing had gone too far, and the first time you snapped was when he finally realized how much you cared for him.

It made sense since you stayed with him despite his idiotic behavior, but he was too thick to realize it at first.

"Mister, I'm hungry," you said as you put down your crayon.

"What do you want?" he asked, focused on his drawing of the male anatomy he was planning on gifting to Nanami.

You shrugged.

He folded the picture and tucked it into his pocket before taking out his phone to search what kids liked to eat.

The search results didn't get him that far since they mainly said kids were picky eaters, but most of them said macaroni 'n cheese was a good option.

You liked it when you were an adult, so you should still like it as a child.

He got up from the floor and picked you up by the back of the shirt—which was actually his shirt wrapped around you multiple times and tied with a hair tie.

He placed you on the kitchen island and placed a pot of water on the stove to boil. He wasn't a good cook. You were the one who made all his meals for him, but macaroni 'n cheese wasn't that hard.

Your feet dangled off the edge of the island as you bobbed your head side to side while waiting for the food.

Satoru stared at you while leaning against the counter. You were similar to Megumi. As long as you were occupied with something, you weren't a bother.

Once the water started boiling, he added the macaroni, then resumed staring at you. You were a cute kid, which reminded him to take pictures of you.

"Y/N, look here!"

You followed the camera as he warped around the kitchen to take pictures of you.

"Ah, you're so cute," he said as he pinched your cheeks.

You smacked his hand away. "I'm hungry."

"Yeah, yeah."

He finished preparing the macaroni 'n cheese, then scooped some out onto a plate for you. You ate it messily, but it was expected for a child.

You rubbed your fat tummy and reached your hands out. Satoru walked over and picked you up.

"What are we doing now?" he asked.

"Nap," you said.

It was as simple as that. You colored, ate, and now it was nap time. He threw you into his bed and you grumbled before wiggling under his blankets and falling asleep.

He watched you for a moment before deciding to take out his phone and take more pictures of you. Once he was satisfied, he went back into the living room and kitchen to clean up.

After, he took a shower and slipped into bed with you. You cuddled up into his chest and he softly smiled before falling asleep with you.

"Satoru, wake up, you big idiot!"

You smacked his chest and he sighed as he forced his eyes open. You were sitting on his chest in his shirt that you unraveled.

"You're back," he mumbled.

"Mhm. Care to tell me why your camera roll is filled with penis drawings and me with macaroni all over my face?"

He grinned. "That reminds me. I should text Nanamin."

[americxn]

𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕣𝕠𝕕𝕦𝕔𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕁𝕒𝕞𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕟 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕝𝕕/𝕥𝕖𝕔𝕙𝕟𝕠𝕝𝕠𝕘𝕪 (𝕛𝕡𝕞 𝕩 𝕘𝕟!𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣)

wordcount: 2k warnings: none :)

“James, have you seen my phone?” You ask, James’ attention snapping to where you were knelt on the edge of your shared bed, tossing aside cushions and lifting up the covers. “The phone is where it always is, dearest.” He offers, gesturing to the outdated corded telephone sat on a low table by the front door. “No, I mean my phone.” You mumble, pushing off the bed and beginning to rifle through the drawers of the dark oak nightstand positioned next to the pillows on your designated side. “Oh, you’re referring to that advanced device you always carry around?”  “Yeah,” you answered vaguely, slamming the bottom drawer of the bedside table shut before straightening, your hands coming to rest thoughtfully on your hips. “I could’ve sworn I left it here but it’s gone.” As you looked around the room, James gave a small shrug, his attention falling back to the book rested in his lap.  “Oh wait, I’m stupid - I left it in the bathroom.” You spoke more so to yourself, your words falling deaf on James’ ears, who was once again wholly concentrated on the novel clutched in his hands.

“Jameeees,” you sang whilst shouldering open the door to your shared suit. Your lover looked up from where he lounged in one of the plush armchairs positioned by the cold fireplace, open curiosity painting the pale planes of his face. You walked over to him, your hands hidden behind your back. Perching on his warm lap, you revealed the box you had been hiding with a flourish, presenting it to him with an enlivened flourish. He frowned softly in curious interest, taking the box from your hands and pulling the hastily tied ribbon undone. You watched, barely able to contain your excitement as he removed the lid of the box, carefully setting it aside before peering at the item that lay within. “It’s a phone!” You exclaimed, unable to help yourself as you reclaimed the box from his grasp, pulling out the phone and showing it to him.  “Now you won’t have to sit and stare at your telephone like a lost puppy every time I leave the hotel.” Your words brought a gentle scowl to his brow, his pride bristling at your suggestion; it was true of course, but James was far too ‘busy’ to ever admit it. “You’ll be able to call or message me from any room in the hotel.” A content smile replaced his scowl in response to your words as he reached out, his fingers brushing against yours in a cold touch as he took the phone from you. “This looks like the phone that Sally has.” He mused, turning the sleek device over in his hand to examine it. You hummed your assent. “Yep, it’s the same type of phone. I thought that’d be best, she can teach you a bit more about how to use it. But look,” you snatched the phone from his fingers, swiping on the screen and opening the camera app “it takes pictures! Good quality too. And you can download any apps you like, you can get all your books on here, watch movies, read the news, literally anything. Social media too, I could make some accounts for you if you’d like...?” You words trailed away at the sight of the slightly lost look displayed on his face as he blinked slowly at you, overwhelmed with the abundance of information you had just thrown at him. “Sorry.” You smiled sheepishly. “They’re easy to use I promise. And you have plenty of time to figure it all out on your own. I’ve already put my contacts on there so you can get into contact with my whenever and wherever.” The arm he had slung around your lower back tightened, pulling you into the warmth of his chest as he pressed a lingering kiss to your temple. “Thank you, my love, it all seems extremely intriguing.” 

“My love, could you pass me a towel please?” James spoke from his spot before the shower he had just climbed out of, water running off his skin and pooling at his feet; he had forgotten to bring a towel into the room with him and there were no spares occupying the bathroom. “Dearest?” He called again, beginning to shiver slightly, his damp hair plastered to his forehead, beads of rapidly cooling water dripping from the heavy strands at the nape of his neck and trickling down the pronounced planes of his back. “Y/n?” He tried once more, a slight shade of growing exasperation entering his tone. The hard tiles of the floor were cold under foot as his bare soles padded to the door; he swung it open halfway before peering around it, scanning the room for any sign of you. His eyes stilled on the bed where you lay splayed out on your back, your eyes open as you stared at the ceiling, mind clouded in deep thought. The music you had blaring through your airpods drowned out any other sound and so you didn’t notice the bathroom door open and didn’t pay any attention when James spoke your name even louder, studying you from around the door in confusion. Eventually he pushed the door open fully with an exasperated sigh, looking right at you pointedly as he crossed the room, pulling open his wardrobe and crouching to retrieve a clean cotton towel from the compartment at the bottom. Straightening, he slung the towel around his shoulders, pouting softly as he retreated back into the bathroom, seeing that you still hadn’t noticed him crossing the room mere feet from you, completely exposed.

“Shall we go down to the bar this evening?” James questioned, craning his neck to look at where you bumbled around the room, tidying up a bit and humming softly to yourself. He waited for several beats, expecting a response before frowning when you didn’t so much as deign to acknowledge his question. “Y/n, darling?” He threw up his hands in exasperation when you still didn’t pay him any heed, focused on gathering up the few stray items scattered across the vanity and crossing the room to deposit them in the drawers of the bathroom. “Y/n.” He repeated, standing from his chair and trailing you to the bathroom, lingering outside the door and awaiting your return. You gasped when you bumped into his chest upon stepping from the room, a hand rising to cover your heart in shock. “You scared me.” You laughed breathlessly, reaching up to take one of your headphones from your ear. “What are you doing?” You asked, brushing past him to continue tidying up the room. “I’ve been trying to catch your attention, you’ve been blatantly ignoring me.” He sounded genuinely hurt and so you turned, quickly hurrying back over to him whilst shaking your head. “No, I didn’t mean to, I’m sorry; I can’t hear you when I’m listening to music.” You explained, gesturing to the ear that still housed one of your airpods, the other clutched in your fingers.  “Oh. Is that what you were doing the other day? Listening to music? Because I was calling out for your attention and you didn’t pay notice.” “Oh, I’m sorry.” you offered, feeling guilty at the slightly disheartened look creasing his features. “Yes.” He sighed. “You were laying on the bed and I thought that you were sleeping but your eyes were open. I was concerned.” You smiled softly at this, reaching up to brush the stray strands of hair away from his ear. “I’m sorry, just come and kick me or something next time, but look,” you brought your airpod up to his ear, carefully wiggling it into place. He instantly brought his shoulder up to his ear, his neck bending at an extreme angle as he tried to cringe away from the music blasting through it. You laughed openly at his reaction, watching as he reached up to rip it from his ear. He twirled it between his fingertips, his lips parted in disturbed confusion as he examined the small device carefully before passing it back to you with a shudder. “That is an invention from hell.” He stated seriously, looking on in disgust as you inserted it back into your own ear with a giggle.

“I’m just going to run down to reception,” you shouted over your shoulder, opening the front door to you and James’ shared suite. “Why?” His voice was muffled, emanating from the door to his study that branched off the main room. “There’s a microwave in the staff room behind the front desk, I’m hungry.” There was a pause as James considered your words, before responding with: “A what?” You smiled softly, your hand aching as it struggled to hold the heavy door open. “Don’t worry, I’ll only be five minutes.”

Ms Evers watched from where she stood beside the large mahogany dining table as you and James pushed open the door to your rooms, arm in arm, talking fondly to one another. Her eyebrow raised in silent reprovement, the table before her fully laid, food already piled high on the plates arranged at either end. “Sorry, we’re a bit late.” You offered with a small, guilty smile, untangling your arm from James’ and making your way over to your seat.  “The food has long since gone cold.” She grumbled, scanning the table and the food she had so lovingly laid out, her hours of labour now seeming unsatisfactory at the sight of the meals having lost all warmth. “It’s okay.” You insisted. “I’m sure it’ll be just as delicious as usual.” Hazel took little comfort in your words but offered you a tentative smile regardless, stepping away from the table and readying to leave you and James to eat. “Or we can go and warm it all up again?” You suggested. She turned, regarding you with confused intrigue. “If I put it back in the oven, it will surely burn?”  Shaking your head, you reached for your plate, picking it up before skirting around the table and taking James’ in your hand, too. “Come on.” You encouraged over your shoulder as you walked to the door. “Let me show you both the miracle that is a microwave.” They trailed you all the way to the ground floor, the full plates of food heavy weights in your hands as you pushed open the door behind the front reception desk with a foot, kicking it open to allow James and Ms Evers to follow you through. There was a small kitchenette in the corner of the room, Liz and Iris turning from their positions lounged opposite one another on the worn couches that made up the drab common area for the hotel staff. You greeted them warmly before taking the food to the microwave; you put James’ plate in first, stepping aside to allow him to watch his food go round and round in marvelling interest. He flinched slightly when the timer went off, allowing you to push past him to pull open the small door and fish out his plate. It was steaming hot as it placed it before James on the counter, replacing his plate with your own. You were too busy watched your own food get the life revived back into it that you didn’t notice when James picked up a fork that was sat on the side, using it to spear a piece of potato and bring it up to his mouth. He gasped in startled pain as it passed his lips. “No.” You scolded, batting the fork away from his mouth as he chewed fervently, the food too hot in his mouth as he struggled to swallow. “It’s way too hot.” You sighed, rubbing his shoulder as he finally managed to swallow the small piece of food, glaring down at the rest of his plate in vexation. “I’ll get you some water.”

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