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iwaisuke · 4 years ago

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confessions; but not remembering it

ft. kita shinsuke, sakusa kiyoomi x sick fem!reader

genre: fluff

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a/n: this has been sitting in my drafts for a while and then i rushed bc i was getting tired 🙃 also. sakusa's is a little ooc. sorry ab that

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» the clean yet musty smell of rain filled the gym as the boys practiced. it was a surprisingly humid and rainy spring day today here in the country side of hyogo

» "achoo" you had been sneezing and coughing all day. you also had a terrible headache but took some medicine to see if it would help. the spring allergies really getting to you

» you didnt reay have the time to be worrying about yourself. As a 2nd year manager of the inarizaki team, (recommend by suna) and the boys working so hard practicing for nationals there was no way you'd let this little cold get in the way. you had to work just as hard as everyone else!

» "hold on, im about to hang up your jerseys to dry"

» "i got you guys some fresh towels!"

» "i can run and grab that coach. im headed that way anyways"

» the coach called for a short break to rest up for a bit. everyone was sore and exhausted from practicing every day. "here. i filled your water bottles up!" handing them to all the boys. "y/n you're all wet" akagi sounded concerned.

» "hm? oh its alright. I'll dry off in a minute. i took the shortcut to the drinking fountain to refill your waterbottles instead of taking the long way" you nonchalantly said. "so you ran through the rain like an idiot?" suna threw a clean towel over your damp hair and ruffled it. "suna!! stop!! you're gonna ruin my hair"

» "like i said. its alright" you reassured the boys.

» kita, on the other hand had noticed your fatigue. although he wasnt as perceptive on peoples feeling and thoughts as well as others, he could easily pick up signs like yours. he admired you dearly for how hard you always work for the team. how you willingly did anything to make them smile. how you always put others first before yours. needless to say, he had a bit of a crush on you.

» "l/n san. i think you should take a break too. there's no need for you to be running around for us while we're resting" kita assured you. "i still have a few things left on my list to do.. but afterwards I'll take a break!" kita let out a sigh. you were stubborn sometimes and kita knew you were the kind of person to not stop until you're finished.

» "I'll be right back. i gotta grab the laundry"

» making an excuse to leave, your heart was beating fast. you knew kita's words were the kind he'd say to anyone, but it made your heart feel fuzzy when he'd look out for you.

» the stone cold captain who you thought he was, actually was so kind. he was just a little awkward like you, and a little blunt with what he said sometimes. but you learned the great qualities he carries and how much he actually cares about others well being. he was a hard worker and you couldnt help but absentmindedly fall for the captain.

» running up the stairs to the second floor of the gym, you felt a shift in your step. head becoming dizzier than it was just 5 minutes ago. legs trembling, you started falling before feeling a presence behind.

» kita's arm wrapped around your waist, supporting you in efforts to not letting you fall over. "i told you to rest l/n san" kita said sternly. "you wont benefit anyone if you keep overworking like this."

» you knew kita was right, but you really didnt want to rest knowing you'll be letting the team down by not working hard.

» "i promise I'll rest as soon as im done with this one thing" pleading with kita. he let out a sigh, knowing you really wouldnt until you did finish so he allowed you to do so.

» finishing grabbing all of the dry jerseys and bringing them downstairs to pass out to everyone, you didnt really notice atsumu and osamu spiking volleyballs at each other until aran yelled

» "y/n! watch out!" honestly, you were too tired to move out of the way so you figured, it do be like that sometimes, and allowed the ball to hit you.

» or... so you had planned the ball to hit you.

» kita stood in front, blocking the impact of the spike that you had prepared yourself for. there was agitation in kita's eyes. more than you usually noticed when then twins were miss behaving. concern washing over, he looked you straight in the eyes

» "... is there something wrong kita san?" lifting up his hand to your forehead, he let out a sigh. "why didnt you tell me earlier you had a fever", then walking over to the coach meanwhile atsumu and osamu come over to apologise for being reckless.

» "get your stuff. we're going home" kita said bluntly.

» "huh? but practice is-"

» "please l/n san. for me"

» kita would only take yes for an answer this time. no if's ands or buts. so here you were, walking home with kita. only the sound of raindrops hitting your shared umbrella being heard.

» muscles starting to ache a little more and your legs becoming more tired than they were when you left the gym, you began to walk a little slower every step

» "get on my back l/n" "its ok kita san, i can walk. its already enough that you're walking me home" "i didnt ask if you wanted to. im telling you to"

» you couldnt tell if it was the fever that made your face warmer or if it was kita's words. nonetheless, you got on kita's back. he was a lot stronger than he looked and you couldnt help but stifen at being so close to your own crush like this.

» "relax. I'll make sure you get home." he reassured. you leaned into his back, warmth seeping in, your eyes began to feel heavy.

» "kita san" "yes?" "thank you for always watching out for me"

» a comfortable silence was met as the sound of rain filled your ears.

» "kita san" "hm?" "did you know..." your voice softened "i like you a lot kita san"

» did he hear you correctly? if he wasnt paying attention he wouldve missed what you had said, being drowed out through the pitter patter of water. now his heart thumping louder than ever before.

» "l/n san-" he was about to go on but was met with the gentle rise and fall of your chest and the soft snores of you on his back, knocked out from exertion. kita let out a light chuckle, finally relieved you were resting.

» you had missed the next day of school, but when you came back the whole volleyball team bombarded you with love.

» "WE'RE A FAILURE TO NOT NOTICE YOU FEELING SICK" atsumu cried. "how could we let our one and only precious manager get ill for taking care of us" akagi, clearly dissapointed in himself. "please let us know when we can take care of you too y/n" aran said.

» "its no big deal. really!" waving your hands in defense. "it was just a small cold. but i do have a question though"

» all the boys gathered around to hear what you had to say

» "how did i get home?? i really dont remember what happened after i almost got hit by atsumu"

» it shocked the guys honestly. you genuinely didnt remember a single thing due to your fever. "wait? you don't remember kita taking you home?" suna replied, your face becoming red. "k-kita san took me home-?" "yah. he left in the middle of practice to do so" osamu added.

» immediately, you got up to find the captain that apparently took you home the other day. he was in the storage closet cleaning and grabbing the equipment for todays practice.

» "kita san" "oh. l/n. glad you're feeling better" his smile brightened the musty closet. "about that, im sorry for troubling you and having you take me home the other day. i honestly dont remember what happened after i almost got hit by atsumu. my mind was really fuzzy that day, but im truly thankful for you going out of your way for me. it really means a lot"

» kita was dumbfounded. you really dont remember? "no need to apologize l/n. it was my responsibility as a captain. and afterall, what good would i be if i couldnt even take care of the person who means the most to me"

» your heart raced. 'person who means the most to me' ? cheeks blushing a rosy pink, you were internally thanking the musty store room from being dim.

» with arms full of equipment, kita walked by you and stopped.

» "by the way l/n san. did you know?"

» ears perking up at the vague yet familiar line

» "i like you a lot too l/n san"

» now we all know sakusa HATES germs and for the past week and a half, he's been telling you to keep up with washing your hands, wearing a mask at all times even when you eat omi it doesnt work like that. pls especially since you are prone to getting sick easily no matter how hygenic you are. your immune system just hated you. PERIODT

» you remembered sakusa scolding you for running out of hand sanitizer and then the next day you were out of commission. bed ridden with laryngitis, cough, slight fever, the whole works. it was like your body was making fun of you or something

» you texted komori, asking him to take notes in class for you and relay homework information while you were at home resting up. but there was one request you had and made komori PROMISE.

» DO NOT TELL SAKUSA YOU GOT SICK

» "he's probably gonna notice your absence y/n. he'll find out about it either way"

» "well if you dont tell him then he wont know. its not like he even cares about where i am like that"

» "thats what you might think. but i know he's gonna say something i can garuntee it"

» the next day at school, sakusa did notice your presence missing. it was quieter not having a 3rd person in the group of friends. not having you around to talk to him when komori was gone.

» pulling out his phone to text you, he asked where you were that day.

» "on a family trip :D !!! forgot to tell you, but I'll tell you all about it when i come back!" you wrote, attaching an old selfie of a different trip you went on to make it more believable.

» you had hoped this silly cold would get better in a day, but soon that day turned into 2 and then 3 and then 4... you pretty much missed the whole week of school at that point

» Friday rolled around and komori was on his phone all day. sakusa noticed his cousin fidget in his chair more than usual and it irked him to see him like that

» "what's with you today?" one eye raised, sakusa finally asked. "uhhh nothing really" komori wasnt very good at keeping secrets lets just start off with that, but he was trying his best.

» "well clearly somethings wrong. you're fidgeting." "well haven't you noticed somethings been different all week?" komori hinted

» sakusa sat there in thought. nothing's been different? he ate the same breakfast he usually does every morning. all his studies have been well. there were no tests this week so there was no reason to be anxious like komori was and even if there was, he would've done well anyways.

» "just tell me what it is." sakusa was starting to get annoyed. "y/n..." komori started. "y/n?" "do you know where she's been this week?"

» did you not tell komori about your family trip? you usually told komori everything, but then again you didn't tell him either until he asked you about it.

» "she said shes on a trip?" he nonchalantly said. komori's eyes started watering. "A TRIP TO THE HOSPITAL THATS WHAT IT IS" he blurted out. komori didnt mean to let it slip , he was just so worried about your well being.

» "hospital?? what are you talking about. did she get injured on her trip?" "no omi. shes been sick all week and her mom just texted me saying she went to the hospital today because shes had a fever for 3 days straight. there is no family trip"

» sakusa's heart shattered. you were sick and didnt even tell him?

» before both he and komori knew it, his legs were running faster to get to the hospital than he had ever imagined he could ever run.

» and there you were. fast asleep in a bed with an IV drip. your face flushed, forehead sweaty and shallow breaths escaping your chapped lips. you were a hot mess but sakusa didnt care. stepping to your bedside to greet your mother she explained to him that she had to go to work and asked if he could watch over you until she gets back.

» sakusa said yes without even hearing the whole thing. his heart and mind saying yes to whatever it took to get you to feel better.

» gosh how he hated hospitals, but what he hated even more was the fact that you were in the hospital and he didnt even know.

» the doctor came in for their evening round and ensured sakusa that you were indeed getting better! your fever had broken not too long ago and your body was working extra hard to heal itself up!

» "is there anything i can do to help?" sakusa asked. he felt helpless in this situation just watching your face distort in uncomfort every now and then, and coughing your lungs out.

» patting sakusa's shoulder, the doctor told him that just being here for you is enough. "you gotta be a strong boyfriend for her alright son? she'll be able to go home tomorrow first thing in the morning if her fever doesnt come back"

» sakusa slumped in his chair at your bedside, the doctors words ringing through his head. 'boyfriend huh?' he thought to himself. "if i was her boyfriend..." he whispered to himself, "i would be a failure for not even knowing my girl was sick..."

» to kiyoomi, you were beautiful. even now in this sad state you were in. deep down he locked these growing feelings he had for you inside of him because he always felt like you were a better match with someone else and after this stunt you pulled of lying to him about going on a family trip, it only made him feel worse.

» it was now night time and you finally began to stir in your sleep, the fever finally gone. sakusa reached out to move some hair that was stuck to your face, fingers tracing the outline of your jaw. your eyes slowly opened and met with his dark orbs.

» "y/n?" "saku- wait this is just a dream. omi wouldn't be here. he hates hospitals" you let out a forced laugh and then a sigh through your sore throat.

» you reached out to sakusa's hands that were resting on the side of your bed. "omi would never let me hold his hand because he'd say im passing germs to him so hopefully dream omi wont be the same" you were aimlessly talking to yourself, not even realizing that this really wasnt a dream.

» he squeezed your hand in return. hoping that you wouldnt let go any time soon. a funny smile appeared on your face just at the thought of him. "even if you're stupid for not realizing how much i like you... i cant wait to see you again omi" you whispered before falling asleep again.

» sakusa didnt know what to do. he sat there frozen in his chair. it was his first time hearing you call him omi. heck. you literally just confessed to the boy. his brain was running wild. groaning in distress he let go of your hand to step out for a breath of fresh air now that you were back asleep.

» it was 5am and your mother came back to the hospital and thanked sakusa for staying by your side. He left in a hurry to make sure you didnt see him there.

» Monday rolled around and sakusa was waiting outside of the school gates for you. he had planned on asking you about your "trip"

» "good morning sakusa!!" your bright and cheery voice rang through his ears. honestly he was trembling inside. the memory of you confessing to him still fresh in his mind.

» "how was your trip?" you stopped dead in your tracks. "haha... it was good !! sorry i forgot to get you a souvenir" you were trying to play it cool but sakusa could tell you were forcing yourself. "i wouldnt want a souvenir from where you came from so its fine" sakusa's words threw you off. "i - im not sure im understanding what you're saying sakusa?"

» you felt a tug on your hand. "dont you mean omi?" his voice husky as he whispered into your ear. cheeks flushed, your brain felt like it short circuted. you've always tried your hardest to not let it slip that you want to call him omi since he hated when people called him that.

» sakusa smirked at your cute reaction he got out of you. letting go of your hand he began to walk into the school leaving you at the gate dumbfounded. "and by the way. you're just as stupid for not realizing how long ive liked you too"

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joanquill · 3 years ago

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Birds and the Bees

A/N: THANK YOU FOR THE 50+ FOLLOWERS and 350+ NOTES!! Y'all are so nice oml thank you so much 😭 Thank you for the lovely messages too! I'm sorry I haven't replied I just thought I'd reply in chronological order and it's taking a long time :')

It's just some random idea I had, and just wanted to get out of my system ^^" Based on that one scene from Bridgerton, so some of them might seem OOC ^^"

Tag/s: Random, Fem!Reader Warning/s: Talking about where babies come from with Victorian Era s3x education

“Here you go, sweetheart,”

“Thank you,” you smiled contently, excited for the scavenger hunt event for the orphanages.

“(Y/N)!” (F/N) shouted as she ran up to you, leading you to an abandoned alleyway.

“(F/N)? What are you doing here?” you asked, stumbling over your feet as you tried to regain your balance.

“(Y/N), you live with other– what are those for?” she asked, looking down at your bags.

“For the charity event next week, don’t you remember? We’re hosting a scavenger hunt for the kids,” you reminded, making her shake her head.

Right, right…“ she shrugged it off, making you look at her with a deadpan expression.

"You do live with other men, right?” she bluntly asked, making you raise a brow.

“I guess… why?” their face lost its color as they harshly grabbed your arm, turning you in every which way, and poked your stomach.

“Hey! (F/N), seriously! What’s all this about!?” you asked, covering your stomach from her.

She bit her lip as she looked around, grabbing your hand as she whispered to you.

“You’re certain you have never been with child, correct?” you blushed at their question as you smacked her side with your bags.

“Of course not! I’m not even betrothed!” you defended as she groaned out in pain.

“Are you drunk!? You know better than to drink during the day!” you asked, inspecting her face.

“I’m not drunk!” she defended, rubbing her arm, “But a maid of mine is with child,” she whispered, leaning closer to you.

“So…?”

“And she’s not married!” she whispered loudly, making you furrow your brows.

“That’s impossible… How is she with child if she’s not married?”

“I don’t know… Not even my own mother would tell me,” she huffed, frustrated and confused.

“But I do know that she has been spending some time with a butler she fancies, so maybe-”

“-Lady (F/N)! Lady (F/N)! The carriage is waiting!” (F/N)’s lady-in-waiting called out, making (F/N) sigh.

“Can’t you ask one of them? Since marriage isn’t even required, we don’t actually know how a woman-”

“-Lady (F/N)!”

“Who knows, maybe you’ll be next-”

“-Lady (F/N)!”

“ALL RIGHT!” she shouted back, making people around look at you both.

You bashfully bowed at them as you awkwardly laughed while (F/N) glared at them.

“Just be careful, okay? I’ll call you later,” she warned, walking off as she left you dumbfounded.

“Ugh, why do we have to do this?” Sebastian grumbled, his fingers aching from making baskets out of strips of fibers.

“Don’t be such a big baby. It’s for the kids,” James teased, tying a ribbon neatly at the finished ones.

“Easy for you to say… That reminds me, where’s (Y/N)?” Sebastian looked around the room, “Isn’t she supposed to be here helping us?”

“She went to buy us more materials,” Fred answered, making the baskets with ease, “But she should be home soon,”

As if on cue, you absentmindedly walked inside the manor, catching everyone’s attention.

“Speak of the devil…”

“Welcome home,”

“(Y/N)! You’re home early!”

“Did you get everything we needed?”

Louis and James greeted you as you practically stumbled inside, placing the bags by the living room table, barely sparing anyone a glance.

“…You okay?” James asked as he placed a hand on your shoulder, startling you as you quickly turned to him.

“Y-Yeah, just a bit weary…” you lied, moving away from the group as they looked at you with a confused expression.

“Are you sure you’re not ill?” William asked as he reached out to you, making you yelp and instinctively move away from him, surprising everyone in the room.

“S-Sorry… I…” you opened your mouth to explain, but nothing came out.

You gulped as you rushed to your room, locking it behind you as you screamed into your pillow.

You heard numerous footsteps come to your door as shadows loomed from the cracks.

“Lady (Y/N)?” Jack-sensei called out with a knock.

“Lady (Y/N), what’s wrong?”

“Oy, did something happen in the market?”

“Are you okay?”

“Are you sure you’re not hurt?”

You sighed as you stood up from the floor, half-cursing the boys for being so thoughtful.

You took a deep breath as you prepared yourself, opening the door and greeted with concerned faces.

“How does a lady become with child?”

“Is that why you were so wary earlier?” William asked as he paced around the room, making you nod as you sat quietly on the couch.

“Pfft,” Sebastian’s shoulders shook as he burst out in laughter while Albert and Jack-sensei tried to hide theirs.

“Don’t laugh!” you shouted, smacking Sebastian’s arm.

“Sorry, (Y/N), but you have to admit that it is a bit funny,” James defended, making you huff.

“Did seriously think that spending time with men will be enough for you to be with child?” Louis asked in disbelief as William covered his face with his hand, clearly smiling.

“Well, since I have been lied to for my whole life, there’s not exactly a lot of credible news to count on,” you pouted, crossing your arms as you sat back down.

“I assume that would be false information?”

“I’m afraid so,”

“Yes,”

“Duh,”

“Then, care to explain?” you taunted, making the men look at each other for an answer.

“Well…”

“It’s not exactly easy to explain…”

“I’m sure you’ll find out when you have your own husband,” Jack-sensei reassured, patting your head as you sighed in defeat.

Everyone went to their places as Fred and Sebastian sat beside you, continuing their tasks as they gave you an unfinished one.

“I take it you two know,” you whispered, making Fred freeze up as Seb raised a brow at you.

“Do not look at me…” Fred replied, his eyes avoiding you.

Sebastian glanced around the room before he leaned to your ear.

“You remember how-” Sebastian whispered as Louis smacked him on the head, making him hit you too in a domino effect.

“HEY!” you shouted, rubbing your temple.

“I do hope you are not encouraging improper topics of conversation, Mr. Moran,”

“Not at all,” Sebastian reassured as he stood up, reaching out for your hand.

You raised a brow but went along, standing up as he grabbed some fibers from the table.

“In fact, (Y/N) and I were going to go basket-making-”

“-SEBASTIAN MORAN!”

“-HEY!”

“-MORAN!”

“-For the event,” Seb finished as he showed the strips, making you look around in confusion while everyone glared at the colonel.

“Let’s go,” he snickered, pulling you out of the room as you grabbed a basket for reference.

“What was that about?” you asked, looking back to the group.

“Don’t mind them,” Sebastian laughed, making you even more confused.

“We do all agree that Moran shouldn’t be left alone with Lady (Y/N), right?”

As soon as Jack finished that sentence, everyone got up from their place and followed you two.

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dianapana · 3 years ago

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SH Day 3- Addicted to your touch

Day 3 – Addicted to your touch Separation Anxiety

WARNING: MENTAL ILLNESS

Disclaimer: I am not a therapist, the advice I gave in this piece might be very faulty, please take it with a grain of salt.

Modern AU, OOC

@sasuhinamonth

It all started small, when one day Sasuke announced that he’d be gone for 2 weeks due to work, the news alone made Hinata’s heartache but she smiled and wished him good luck on the project and a safe trip. Each day the feeling of missing him would grow and grow and grow until it was too big for her body to contain, and the feeling turned to pain. Her longing made her physically sick by the end of the second week.

The next stage was composed of excessive calls and texts, Hinata constantly needed to know where he was, what he was doing, whenever he’d take too long to reply the longing would come back and she’d either sink into sadness or lose herself to anger, both feelings she had not experienced much since dating Sasuke. Whenever he’d reply after a longer break, she’d ask him to come over to her house and stay the night.

That was the case on August 3rd. Sasuke came straight to her house after a long day at the office and Hinata ran to hug him, all of the negative feelings almost forgotten the moment she laid her eyes on him. His touch alone made all of her worries disappear. That was the feeling of home, in his arms.

They spent the night normally, eating dinner while watching a movie, changing and going to bed because they both had work in the morning. The issue came with the sunrise, for Hinata refused to let him leave. She cried and begged and screamed the moment he brought up work, she tore his shirt apart reasoning that he couldn’t go to work without one. The moment the white fabric hit the ground; silence fell over the room. Both of them were shocked, unable to speak due to her outburst of emotions.

Her cried aggravated, she fell to her knees and crawled to where he was, hugging his waist, apologizing over and over again. Sasuke was in deep thought, remembering all the small signs over the past month and a half. It hurt him to think that he had hurt her in any way to drive her to this moment, he patted her hair lovingly, took a deep breath and said in a broken voice “I think there’s something wrong Hina”

She looked at him with big round eyes, they were glossy and red, she blinked and looked down at the floor. “There might be…” Sasuke picked her up by her armpits and placed her in his lap, continuing to run his hand through her hair. He continued doing so until she calmed down and fell asleep, her emotions must have exhausted her. He didn’t move her from his lap for fear of waking her up, however, he picked up his phone from the nightstand and send Itachi a message telling him that he will not be going to work, he proceeded to text Kurenai as well informing her of Hinata’s absence at work too.

He spent the following few hours reading about similar situations, which mostly led to the same piece of advice, that a specialist was needed. So, he went on to search for therapists in Konoha, texting them all, asking whether any of them were free that day, two of them didn’t reply, another one was full for the week and could only see them next Wednesday, thankfully the last one agreed to meet with them after closing hours at 8:30.

Having all of that plan, all he needed to do was find a way to approach the topic when talking to Hinata, she had to agree that paying a visit to therapy would do them both good. Hinata had been asleep for about two hours now, so Sasuke took the liberty to move her onto her side of the bed and go to the kitchen to make some food for when she’d get up.

He managed to make scrambled eggs and toast and was about to go and wake her up when a cry of distress came from their room. He hurried to her side, Hinata was holding onto his pillow on the verge of tears.

“You weren’t here when I woke up” Her voice was meek and trembling. “I could hear movement in the kitchen, I knew you were there. So why, why does your absence hurt this much, despite me knowing you are here?”

He wished he had the answer, but he didn’t. He moved closer and sat on the edge of the bed, cupping her face with one hand, slowly brushing the skin under her eye with his thumb. Sasuke leaned in slowly to hiss her nose, cheek, forehead and finally the corner of her mouth. “I think to find out why, we might need some help from the outside” he closed his eyes and sighed, his breath fanning over her lips. “I talked to a man named Iruka, he’s a therapist and agreed to meet with us later today, would you be open to this idea?”

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Hinata looked at him, searching his eyes and expression for any malice or negative feelings, but there was none, his openness and desire to help led her to agree to his plan, maybe they did need help.

“From what you’ve told me, this is a severe case of separation anxiety,” Iruka said, he looked kind and bore no ill feelings, Hinata had been afraid of the judgmental look he’d give her after hearing about her actions, but his eyes remained warm and understanding. “This usually manifests itself in small children, they are afraid to part from their caregivers even for a moment. In certain cases, it is believed it could appear in pregnant women as well, and usually the caregiver is their partner. Is there any possibility of this being true?”

Both Sasuke and Hinata’s eyes opened wider at the word pregnant, there was most certainly a possibility of that. They were always careful while having sex, however, Hinata was not on birth control, for they affected her badly whenever she took them as a teen so their method of contraception were condoms alone. There’s always the possibility of one breaking, a faulty one, or just them being part of the 0.01% of the population for which condoms did not work perfectly.

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“I suggest you take a pregnancy test as well. As I mentioned, this is known to happen now and again so do not worry too much; however, this anxiety can affect you negatively” Iruka continued while looking at Hinata “the best way to deal with this is steady growth. In the early stages constant contact is preferred. Think of this as building up trust once again. Constant reassurance is important, always keeping promises, separation needs to happen slowly over time; from constant touch to simply being in the same room but at a safe distance, then being in separate rooms, then Hinata being alone but in a familiar and comfortable space for short periods of time. Of course, this process takes months. For some women the anxiety dies down with the birth, for others in continues after but through steady built of trust it can disappear”

They followed Iruka’s advice and went to Hinata’s gyno the next day and Iruka’s assumption proved to be true, Hinata was indeed pregnant in week 7. They were currently in the first stage of their trust-building, being in the same room, always touching. Hinata sat in his lap while they watched a movie, they held hands whenever they were outside, they’d keep bumping feet under the table as they ate. Sasuke had basically moved into her apartment, neither of them went to work. Sasuke was able to do most of his job remotely, however, Hinata applied for medical time off. Everything was going great, Hinata no longer experienced that painful longing, however, her pregnancy turned out to be a quite difficult one, as soon as they found out she was indeed pregnant, her morning sickness started, she had constant back pain and her appetite was very volatile. They’d often wake up in the middle of the night and drive around the city to find one of her cravings. During a particularly bad night 2 months after, her craving for watermelon in the winter proved difficult, to add to the issue her back pain was excruciating so she could not stay in the car for however long it would take them to find watermelon.

“Do you think…you would be all right if you stayed here and I went to find it for you…?” they had barely moved on from the ‘always touching’ stage, the process was slow but it was there.

“I…don’t know…”

“What do you want me to do Hina? You can’t even sit up properly, being in the car for maybe an hour would we awful, but being here alone would too…but it’s unwise to not follow your cravings either” He was spiralling, the situation was stressful and all he wanted was to be able to help her, he wanted to take her pain away, he wanted to give her everything she’d ever want and more.

“I think, I will be fine” Hinata finally said after thinking for a bit longer. Almost in slow motion, he nodded, ‘ok, ok, ok’ he murmured to himself as he put his winter coat over his pyjamas and stood on the bed to put his boots on. “I’ll go find you watermelon, ok? I will be back as soon as I can. I love you” he kissed her cheek and then the top of her head. She smiled and waved, but the moment his back turned to her, her smile wavered. Would she really be ok…?

Sasuke ran down the stairs to the car, he wanted to be away for as little as possible. He pulled out of the driveway and sped up as much as possible. Firstly, he’d look at the local non-stop supermarket, at the ‘exotic’ or ‘out of season’ shelf, if it wasn’t there he’d go to the local Korean market and buy some watermelon flavoured things, just in case there was nothing else anywhere; before he could think of where he’d go next his phone rang. Seeing Hinata’s name he answered immediately.

“come back…please” she was trying not to cry, he could hear it. He did an illegal U-turn and sped even more towards their apartment “I’m coming, I’ll be there in 5 minutes” Hinata replied with an ‘ok’ however she didn’t hang up, she needed to at least be on the line with him. Sasuke didn’t hang up either, not when we pulled into the driveway, not when he stopped the car, nor when he ran up the stairs. He only hung up when Hinata was in his arms.

“I’m so sorry, I thought I could, but you left and I…” she was sobbing so hard it was even difficult to understand her. “It’s ok, it’s not your fault, we moved too fast. Iruka said it’s slow. It’s no problem Hina, we can just start over” If her constantly touching him was what made her feel safe, he’d hold her close until she was ready. No more rushing of things. Once Hinata calmed down, Sasuke called Itachi.

“I’m sorry to wake you up but I need some help…could you look for some watermelon?”

#sasuhinamonth #sasuhina #sasuhina fanfic #shmonth #sasuke #hinata #hinata hyuuga #susake uchiha #hyuuga #uchiha #dia story #diawrites #naruto #day3

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laws-yellow-submarine · 5 years ago

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Hi there! I was wondering if you where willing to writ for Kizaru and his female s/o again? He and his wife are both admirals for the navy and she has been feeling sick for the pass a few weeks now. She hasn't been able to keep food down when she and her husband are eating or get any sleep at night. So she goes to a doctor to see if they can find out what's wrong with her, only to discover that she is pregnant with Kizaru's child. Sorry if this request didn't make any sense! Love your writing!

So uhhh hi 😅 it's been a while, quite a while in fact, and I apologize for that. The concept of this request wasn't difficult, but for some reason every time I sat down to write it, all the words just went away and I'd be totally blank. It's really no excuse for letting it go this long though, so I'm sorry about that. Hopefully Kizaru doesn't come across as too OOC in this; I tried to make him seem sentimental, which is hard given the snippets of personality we're shown in the series, but either way I really hope you enjoy this 💕 and thank you for waiting!

“How are you feeling today?”

She pushed her untouched food around the plate, chewing slowly on her piece of bacon. She’d thrown up again that morning, embarrassingly enough, but she was determined to push through and act like normal. She was an admiral in the Marines; was a tiny flu bug really gonna take her down?

“I’m fine, dear,” She told her husband, swallowing down her bacon. Her stomach gave a lurch and she brought her hand to her mouth. By the way Kizaru’s brow rose over his newspaper, she hadn’t been subtle. “I’m fine,” she insisted. “I’m going to work today, and everything’s gonna be fine.” She took another bite; her stomach lurched again, more violently this time, and she grimaced.

“Take the day off today...Go to the doctor,” Kizaru placed his hand over her shoulder, rubbing comforting circles into her back as she got her stomach under control. She grimaced; she’d already missed enough work due to this sudden illness. Justice doesn’t maintain itself, after all. Her husband was right, though; the sooner she got looked at the sooner she could get back to throwing pirates in the deepest hells of Impel Down.

Kizaru left shortly after, telling her he’d be unavailable for most of the day, but would be home by dinner. She packed the rest of her food, not wanting to be wasteful despite not being able to finish it right now, and finished getting ready for the day before heading towards the doctor’s office adjacent to the Marines main base.

The wait to see the doctor wasn’t long, and she soon found herself in front of a nurse listing off her symptoms: occasional vomiting, exhausted and yet somehow couldn’t sleep at night, the parts of her that seemed sore and swollen. She didn’t fully understand the nurse’s raised eyebrow, or the grin he seemed to be fighting. He explained the need to run a blood test, and she watched patiently as he drew the red liquid from her arm. The nurse did nothing else, and then it was back to waiting.

The test results took hours, within which time she’d thrown up twice more and napped in the waiting room, but she was finally whisked back to the exam room. This time the doctor himself greeted her; a large smile on his face, but a bit of apprehension in his eyes. Her gut clenched, anxious, and she took a seat once again.

The doctor thanked her for waiting, smile still in place as a way to appear charming. She saw right through him, however, and with a sharp look wiped the smile straight off his face.

“Don’t beat around the bush, Doc, just give it to me straight. What’s the problem?”

“Ahh, y-yes, well, wouldn’t you like to maybe call your husband down here…?” Her eyes narrowed, and the doctor nearly flinched. “O-of course, ma’am, uh, Admiral (Name). Well, it’s good news! Y-you’re not sick, at least not in the traditional sense. Congratulations, you’re pregnant!”

At first she just stared at him, brow raised, eyes blinking in surprise. She was sure she’d misheard him. But then, slowly, the realization set in, and she could’ve smacked herself at how obvious it was. She placed her hands low on her belly, still flat, and tried to fathom the fact that something - her child - was growing inside her.

“I’d say you’re about 8 weeks along, but we’ll know for sure after your ultrasound which we’ll schedule for next week. I’m going to prescribe you some prenatal vitamins, so make sure you’re taking those everyday, and I know it’ll be difficult given your line of work, but try not to overwork yourself.” She nodded, still too surprised to speak, and after scheduling an ultrasound with the receptionist, she headed next door.

Walking into the base, she dodged white uniforms left and right. Most didn’t even seem to realize who they were nearly walking into, but she’d not dressed in uniform today, and so could hardly blame them. She made her way to where she knew her husband’s office was, right next to her own, and walked in without knocking. Luckily, he was at his desk, giving orders to one of his subordinates, and he only spared her a small glance as he finished up. When the young man had left the room, he turned to her.

“I thought we agreed you would be staying home today,” Kizaru mused, more amused than annoyed with his wife. “What did the doctor say?”

She didn’t answer, instead walking over to where he sat at his desk, sitting on his lap and wrapping her arms around his shoulders. He furrowed his brows, concerned about what could possibly have her acting like this at work. Kizaru wrapped his arms around her, anxiety brewing in his gut like it never had before.

“What is it?”

She pulled back, shocking him with the smile beaming from her face; brighter than anything he could conjure himself, and some of his anxiety soothed. She grabbed his hand, and placed it low on her belly, and before she could even speak understanding began to dawn on him.

“I’m pregnant,” she exclaimed, happy tears pricking the corners of her eyes. A few thousand thoughts flew through Kizaru’s brain, the anxiety creeping back in, until he finally settled on one thought, and his stomach settled.

He was going to be a father.

“Woah!” She yelped, as her husband stood suddenly, holding her close and spinning around in a way she’d only seen him do once; on their wedding day. His eyes crinkled as he smiled at her, placing a kiss on her forehead as he set her back on her feet. All of the worry she’d had earlier melted away as he gazed at her, love clear as day in his eyes for only her to see. Then a thought struck her:

“Do you think an Admiral has ever had to ask for maternity leave before?”

#kizaru scenario #kizaru #one piece #one piece scenario #thanks for the ask!

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ofphcenixes · 5 years ago

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( ooc note about why i am the absolute worst ! )

this is such a random note i know, and admittedly i’ve spent the entire day composing this. so if it’s a little disjointed or illogical, i want to apologise in advance ! however i have included this nice gif of luke - it doesn’t have anything to do with the post, just thought it would make it more appealing dkjfgdf. admittedly this is going to be a bit of a Long Boi™, but it is kinda.... relevant if you’ve ever tried to write/plot with me, or are wondering what’s going on with nate. behold, all your answers are below ! i’ll put a tldr at the bottom plus a nifty little vine compilation for anyone that reads this but, please don’t feel pressured to do so ! ya girl is just a Mess dkfjgd.

the first thing i want to address is the elephant in the room; nathaniel ballantyne. i know a lot of people are curious about his fate, his place in the plot drop, why he vanished so much earlier than everyone else. is he actually guilty ? is he a martyr ? is he a red herring ? well, here’s the tea on mr nathaniel ballantyne:

he is on indefinite hiatus.

a lot of people probably wonder why. i will get into the specifics of the why in a little bit (when i said this was a Long Boi i was not kidding lmfao), but basically... he’s a very difficult character to write. i am not a veteran rper, and in all honesty, i can count on my hands the amount of rps i’ve been in. and there are only 5 characters i’ve ever written about and cared enough to remember. one of those is nate. for those of you that know him, he is a strange and eccentric character. entirely up his own ass at times, pretentious as hell. but he, to me, was a character i grew attached to. he was different from people i normally write, and despite how abstract he was, he was.... realistic to me. my deep rooted attachment to him is why it took me so long to see how hard it was for me to write replies with him, to understand the guilt i felt any time i plotted or wrote with him, and the fact he was so mentally taxing it would take five times as much time to write a reply for him than it would any other character. but the sad truth is, even though i only felt guilt related to him, even though i haven’t had muse for him honestly for months now, i kept him. because i love him, even if he isn’t loved by many others. and so part of the reason he is now where he is is the simple fact that i know he didn’t mesh with the group, and that’s okay ! he was a very difficult character to reply to, and now that he is gone, i feel that burden of guilt lifting already.

as for his plot related departure, the truth is i didn’t have the heart to kill him off, hence why he kinda is just out there in a weird in between space dkjfgdf. and ( as i’ll explain below ) if my life ever does even out at any point, i really want to bring him back should there be space for him. so this indefinite hiatus was made for many reasons, and it absolutely broke my heart to have to get to this point. i love nate, and i am going to miss him. and i hope that in due time, i will have the capacity to bring him back soon ! but in case i don’t, i just want everyone to know that i appreciate every second i spent writing with you all on nate, and that the time and effort people poured into him means the world to me. and i’m so, so sorry to the people who are disappointed in me for this, because i know there are probably a few. i have let so many of you down, and honestly this is a burden i am going to carry for a very long time. i am going to message people tomorrow when i am more Coherent so, i promise to do my best to atone for this kgdf.

but to segue into that a little more ( oh look, another elephant in the room ! what is this, dumbo 2: electric boogaloo ), as an admin, i know there are expectations we are supposed to meet. examples we should set. precedents we have to lay down.

and i know i have disappointed every single one of you in this rp.

from my slow ( to non-existent ) dash activity, for the anxiety that has left me unable to reply to dms or reply in the main group chat, to even the fear of godmodding in ask memes on a thursday. i know this seems perfectly illogical to most, and again, i completely understand the disappointment that so many of you feel towards me. and it’s that very disappointment which djkgdf ironically has made it harder for me to get on and be the admin that you all deserve.

the real difficult thing about all of this is, i love veritas. and for those of you who were in veritas 1, would know that this is not who i usually am. this experience is not representative of the person i want to be, nor the rper that i usually present myself as. but as to avoid going into too triggering content and bothering you all with tmi details about my life problems lmfao, please rest assured that these past few months have been. absolutely brutal for me. from almost losing my opa to illness, from ongoing family issues and expectations, being kicked out of home among a list of other shit, my mental health has been as low as gfkdgdf it has ever been in my life tbh, and it’s been the hardest thing in the world to get on. all my attentions with veritas has been in the main, as the main is a very taxing job ( as you know, we are very plot centric ! ) and i would more often than not get so worn out with being an admin, my characters fell by the wayside. not to mention, as sort of dkfgjdf touched on before, i have massive anxiety when it comes to messaging people. why ? i don’t know. especially as i have wanted to plot with all of you extensively and deeply since we opened, and reading every single app made my heart beat a little faster with joy. i am so honoured to be an admin here, and each and every one of you are such an incredible writer and person that i can’t help but feel overwhelmed and guitlty about how much i have let you all down. especially for those who sent me dms that i either forgot about or never replied to because i got so anxious, i feel so guilty every day about it all and i just wish i could go back in time and change it.

and the reality is, if i wasn’t an admin and co-creator of this group, i probably would have dropped out a long time ago, give the space to someone worthy, and i wouldn’t be filled with so much guilt. but the truth is, i am a selfish person dgdgdf. veritas has been that sort of dkfgjdf good, steady thing in my life that i looked forward to, and i couldn’t bear the thought of losing that. each and every one of you create the fabric that is this amazing atmosphere, and even though i’m less seen and heard compared to most others in this group, being part of veritas gives me a sense of belonging. and in a strange sense, a home. yes, i know i was selfish, and yes, i should have handled things much better than i did. but you all need to know from the bottom of my heart how sorry i am for everything that has transpired. ):

but i think the worst part of it all is that, my beautiful co-admin maaria, and my best friend. among letting you all down, i know i have let her down the most. and i just want to take my soapbox moment for a second here and really put light into how much maaria has done for this group. especially when my own life has been in shambles, and knowing she’s going through her own problems, she always provides for you all. she is always here, always online, always around to make you laugh or smile. she provides for all of us, and is honestly a miracle worker. i don’t think i will ever deserve her forgiveness for everything, but i hope she knows how loved she is, and i hope you all show her your sentiments too ! she is the heart of veritas, and fdjg she means the world to me, and i just really want her to know that.

but that was. a lot of emotions and obviously i haven’t talked about everything in my life ( i do not want to bore you and honestly i don’t wanna make y’all sad dkfjghdkfjgdfgdf ) none of this really means anything if things aren’t going to change. so get ready for some Bullet Point Action because here is my proposal:

nEw SkElEtOn: although nate is on hiatus and sorta just gonna, float out there in the void of time, and even though i really want to bring him back soon i don’t know if/when i will, i have felt immense guilt for hoarding his spot in this rp for someone who could be more active. hence, a solution: a new skeleton ! as i am not comfortable with nate’s skeleton being open, we have created a new skeleton with connections to all nate’s old connections, which should hit the main very soon !

new discord: this is probably unnecessary but dfkgjdfg i have a lot of anxiety about discord. when i get a new message i’m always like ??? AAH A GHOST. idk why. and because of that, i skip a message once, and now there are so many unanswered messages i have a heart attack every time i open my app. so, to prevent that, i am going to make a new discord account ! ( lilacrps #i forgot the number lmao ). i will be adding everyone as Friends and if you’ve ever sent me something i never responded to, or for some odd reason you wanna talk to me, a human mess, please know now that with a fresh slate i will ensure i can reply to you. i am not gonna let my anxiety win this time.

schedule: part of my issue is that i dfkjgdf always felt pressure to do everything all the time and then when i couldn’t, i fell under pressure. so dkfgjdf i am now having designated plotting and reply days ! so even though i hope to be far more active in both regards, i just need people to understand things won’t be instant, but i am holding myself accountable not only for myself, but for the rp - as that is what an admin should do.

this got super long and i highly doubt anyone is actually gonna read this lmao BUT. the main point is - i love every single one of you all so much, and i can’t apologise enough for how much i have let you all down. i know we all feel it, and i’m more than happy to accept my flaws and how blatant they’ve been in the past few months. so this is my pledge to every single one of you that i promise to do better (and if i don’t, you can kick me out dkjfgdf).

TLDR: I have been a terrible admin and friend, and I’m here to say sorry. With a new discord and personal plotting schedule, things are going to change.

If I can’t cure my depression, maybe I can cure yours.

#( ooc ; i have the power of god and anime on my side ! )#tw: depression #tw: mental health

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ofruins · 5 years ago

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CREDITS

my icon border was commissioned from venuscommissions ! ( UPDATE: AS OF JANUARY 2020, THE ICON BORDER I’M USING COMES FROM ARTEMISPSDS BECAUSE MY REGULAR COMPUTER IS IN THE SHOP, AND, THEREFORE, I DON’T HAVE MY NORMAL RESOURCES. )

unless otherwise stated, the psds i use come from either venuscommissons or plutocommissons; the answered ask / headcanon / meta banner i use comes from interstellarresource; the template i use for my mobile header and page headers comes from bleuberrymilk; the template for my permanent starter call / character headers is part of template pack four by daria-morgendorffers; the credit for the blog theme i’m using is in the bottom right hand corner of the blog; and, finally, i will always credit the maker of my promo templates on the posts.

FOLLOWING

i’m a highly selective follower. i like my dash to be clean and uncluttered, so if i don’t follow you back right away or at all, please don’t take any offense. i also do not follow back personal / non - rp blogs. if i do follow you, however, whether i follow you first or you follow me first, it’s because i want to write with you !

SHIPPPING

i’m the world’s biggest multishipper. i ship almost everything. whether it’s canon, or crossover, or canon x oc, you can bet that i ship it. however, while i’m willing to try out almost any ship with anyone, there has to be chemistry to keep me interested. and not just chemistry between the characters, but chemistry between us, as writers, as well. it’s hard to ship with someone who your writing doesn’t flow with.

INTERACTING

i am mutuals only when it comes to roleplaying, but anyone is welcome to send me a meme. if i don’t follow you back, but you still would like to interact with me, then send me memes ! if we develop a relationship between our characters through ask prompts, then the chance of me following you back goes way up. and, sometimes, i haven’t followed back because i’m a little spacey and didn’t even notice you started following me, so sending in a meme is a great way to give me a little nudge. also, i’m willing to write one - liners to novella and anything in between. the more you give me to work with, the longer my replies will get. as far as formatting goes, i write < small >< sub > with some bolding and italic here and there, nothing too special. if you have a hard time seeing the < small >< sub > text, please let me know and i’ll change to whatever you’re most comfortable with !

p.s. if you’re wondering whether or not it’s okay to write a pre established relationship between our characters, the answer is yes. as long as we’re mutuals. i tend to prefer pre established relationships because it gets the awkwardness of first meetings out of the way. and we can always go back and write how our characters met at any time once we’ve developed their relationship more.

MEMES

speaking of memes, i love them ! send them all ! if i don’t answer right away, though, don’t worry. i like to hoard memes like a dragon hoards gold. i promise that i will get to your meme as soon as the inspiration strikes. this goes for replies as well, but i don’t force myself to write something if the muse just isn’t there. i’ll just tuck it in my drafts for later and respond to it when i do have the muse for it. if you’re wondering if i got a certain meme, feel free to ask. also, if you’d like to turn a meme into a thread, please go ahead ! i find it’s the easiest and most stress free way to start interacting, so i love it when you do this.

i don't practice reblog karma and i don't mind you reblogging memes from me. so, you have my permission to reblog as many memes as you'd like from my blog. however, it would be nice to be sent one or two if you're going to reblog a lot because then it makes me feel like all i'm good for is a meme source. just be considerate is all i ask !

NSFW & TRIGGERS

i am almost twenty five years old, nsfw will appear on this blog. this includes: smut, death, gore, and any manner of disturbing scenes. i have exactly one trigger ( needles — please tag them or i’ll have to unfollow ! ) so i’m up for writing almost anything. i used to be shy and bashful when it came to writing smut, but now i’m kind of like /shrugs ! so, if you want to send in a smutty meme, go ahead*. just as long as we’re mutuals, i’m up for writing smutty scenes with you. but i also double and triple check your rules to see how comfortable you are when it comes to smut, and then i take that into consideration before i respond to a nsfw meme because i want you to be happy and comfortable. also, when it comes to triggers, i tag anything i can think of with “__ tw” but if there’s something i haven’t tagged properly, or something you would like me to start tagging, please let me know so i can do so.

*it's important to know that m/m smut if off limits for me. i'm just not comfortable writing it yet, so while i will write m/m ships of all sorts, smut isn't going to happen for them.

PLOTTING

i’ll be straight forward and honest, i prefer free styling things to plotting them out, but this doesn’t mean i won’t plot. every now and then, i’ll reblog plotting calls, but you don’t have to wait for one of those to plot with me ! if you have an idea for a plot, or would like to brainstorm a plot with me, come at me. but keep my shyness / anxiety in mind. i'll tell you about my anxiety surrounding ims in a bit.

OFF LIMITS

this should go without saying, but don't godmode. i don't have any "banned" faceclaims, but i'm less likely to take your character seriously if your fc is a musician or someone from youtube / a reality show. i know i shouldn't, but i, like all people, can be shallow and judgy at times. but, overall, there isn't much i won't write or allow except for mpreg. it seriously creeps me out. if you want our m/m ship to start a family, i'd probably love that ! but they'll do it through a surrogate or adoption or a magical baby appearing on their doorstep.

OUT OF CHARACTER

hi, my name is jordan. i identify as female and use she / her pronouns.

it’s important to note that i suffer from extreme shyness, as well as a handful of mental illnesses ( bipolar disorder, depression, anxiety ) so it can be hard for me to interact with people ooc. plotting, for example, can be a real challenge for me. ims terrify me; they make my anxiety jump through the roof. sometimes, i can be im'ing with a person and be absolutely fine, and then for no apparent reason, my anxiety takes hold and i can’t bring myself to open the ims. this can last for a few days at a time. please, don’t think i’m ignoring you if i haven’t responding to your im in a day or two. it’s not you, i promise !

if you need to reach me right away for any reason, please go through the ask box. the reason it’s easier for me to respond through the ask over ims is because i can see a preview of what you’ve said in the ask on my dashboard, whereas i have no idea what you’ve said through the ims. i know, it sounds dumb and ridiculous, but that’s just how my brain works.

now, thank you for reading all of this and i’d love to be friends !

#updated.#i revamped my guidelines so i thought i'd post them

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rdr2-is-life · 6 years ago

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IM BACK, for now...

HIII!!! So sorry guys, I’m currently at my friends house and she has WiFi! So I’m taking the time to use it well ^^. I’ve been constantly contacting the WiFi people (idk what they’re called, I’m pretty sure they would be identified as technicians ... ok I’m just dumb at this point, let’s just called them the WiFi people lol) and they will be coming over tomorrow! I’m staying over for the night with my friend so I’ll have lots to do, still got those matchups. Unfortunately, throughout this week I’ve been trying to upload some, but seems that tumblrs been deleting them as soon as I try to post them.. not sure if it’s to do with the WiFi, or if there’s something wrong with tumblr.. so I’m sorry if some of your matchups aren’t being answered - if you requested before and haven’t seen them posted, please send them in again, and I’ll redo it ^^. Jesus this week has been real tough, lost a job lol. Ah well, looks like I’m gonna have to find a new one ;;;;;. Anyway, that doesn’t really matter, I hope you guys have been ok and I’m sorry to have worried some of you, I’m still here!

ALSO, how. For the love of god, HOW, have I managed to gain 67 followers? Hmmm? Can someone explain the logic behind that? I’m honestly very surprised, I’ve never had that many followers on tumblr, and plus, my writing is so damn bad, how do you guys enjoy it?

Like one moment when I’m writing I throw in so many ideas, and as soon as I post it, I want to delete it because it’s so bad. I get that the characters I write for might be OOC but I’m trying to make them realistic. I get that a lot of people say they’re “soft bois” and I can agree, but we still have to keep in mind they’re murderers. Arthur would kill anyone if Dutch asked him to. I mean, Charles is genuinely a soft boi tho, like he doesn’t kill for fun - still a murderer tho - but a soft one. But yeah, a bit deep from my point of view, sorry lol! I honestly don’t get how you guys like my writing, it’s so crap. I’ve had a few asks telling me how ‘good’ my writing is, and I’m literally sitting there like “..can I have what you’re having? Because I cannot see anything good about it..” >•< I don’t know, I’m glad you guys like it, I really am, i just.. anxiety is a real pain in the ass sometimes and it always makes me feel very insecure as soon as I send those requests out.

On another note, since I haven’t had WiFi for a good week(?) I’ve been playing a lot of RDR2, and got some pics with Arthur! I found something real cool and I’m not sure many people know about it; I don’t know if I should post it because I don’t wanna look dumb and be like “hey guys, I’ve noticed this, don’t know if you have” and get a bunch of you saying “yeah! Saw it on my first playthrough” 🤣but yeah, I’ll do some requests, and some of the matchups I have left (I’m so sorry if I don’t post yours, some of them got deleted because I was desperate to get something out - honestly, I’m such an idiot. John has some real competition on ‘who is the dumbest person alive’ lol.)

Also, Jesus Christ I didn’t know that the gif I made of Arthur and the donkey would get so many likes! Holy crap! I just thought it was funny lol - thank you, honestly, thank you so much!

But I’m back, for now at least - I should have WiFi by Friday, and if I do - everything will come out of my inbox.

THIS IS THE LAST TIME ILL DO THIS OK? But, again, I’m sorry if my writing isn’t as good as other writers >•< I’m not the best, and English isn’t my first language ok?? Russian is ... but I’ve been in the U.K. for over 10 years, it doesn’t count though... I use this excuse when I can’t spell a word correctly when I’m typing to my friend, and she always goes “oh, is this because you’re Russian?” And I’m like “yeah, of course, I’m not good with English and you know that, my dear friend”. Just banter lol. God the more I’m writing on this post, the cringier it gets - deepest of apologies I’ll stop now lol.

#arthur morgan #red dead 2 gameplay #update on my life #sorry i havent been able to post anything #wifi is so bad but its getting fixed tomorrow #yassssss cant wait!!#staying at my friends #not even talking to her #just sitting here using her wifi lol #aah she doesnt care tho #oh god why am i so cringey?#like can i not please?#do you see what anxiety does to me?#it makes me be someone who is very cringey #but yeah #im back - hopefully on friday #wooo

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nsfw-bnha-and-dangan · 7 years ago

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Kiibo, Ouma and Komaeda reacting to an S/O that self harms (mainly cutting). Hope you feel better soon!

You literally picked three out of my four faves somehow, damn! Sorry, I only just now saw this, I was going through the ask box for any last non smut things and caught it! I hope this turns out good, I’m going to be shoving a bunch of headcanons in it. And thank you, I slowly feel like I’m doing better! Also, I did headcanons, I hope that’s okay! Warning for Ouma’s, as it does involve the actual act of cutting within the headcanons. Also, I got out of hand with his, and its probably pretty OOC, so I apologize!

Nagito Komaeda:

When you revealed to him that you had on and off issues with cutting and showed him your scars, he knew the feeling

In the past, he’s struggled with the same urges, although it was more with self-degradation than actual physical cutting

But still, he understood how you felt, so when you got up the courage to show him, he hugged you gently and rubbed your back, kissing your tears away

“Y-you aren’t disgusted with me?”

“I could never be disgusted with you, (Y/N), no matter what. Especially not over something I understand so personally.”

“R-really?”

“Of course. I love you so much, and a few moments of despair that you’ve felt won’t change that. I want to help you discover your true hope if you’ll let me! I can only hope that trash like me can help you feel better when you feel this way, okay?”

You nodded, poking his side lightly for talking about himself like that, but you did manage a smile

“I wouldn’t have trusted anyone else with this…”

“How about this? The next time you feel like you want to hurt yourself, will you tell me? I promise I’ll try my best to help you get past this, I know you can, even with me by your side.”

“I-ill try… But you too, okay? We can, um, help each other?”

The two of you wound up cuddled together for hours, him rubbing his thumb over your scars as you talked, falling asleep in a little pile on the bed

Kiibo:

“Hey, u-um, I need to tell you something…”

Kiibo looked up from what he was doing, smiling warmly at you

“Of course! Whats the matter, sweetie, you look upset.”

You sat beside him on the couch, slowly rolling up the sleeve of your sweater and showing him the thin but numerous scars on your wrist

“What happened? Did something hurt you?”

“S-sort of… I cut myself, Kiibo, a-and I haven’t for a couple months but lately, I’ve been having urges and i-it scares me so much!”

You were crying now, Kiibo more than confused and trying to pull you close

“Shh, shh, you’re okay, I promise you’re alright! I don’t really understand what’s the matter, but I’m here for you, alright?”

You wrapped your arms around his metal form and cried as he ran his fingers up and down your back

As you cried, he took the time to research what you had been talking about

If he had the function to cry, he would be bawling by now, after learning what exactly you meant

When your crying died down he pulled you back a little, meeting your gaze with a worried expression

“I looked into self-harm just now and… I understand why you’re scared. It scares me too, knowing that you feel as though you have to do that to yourself and the roads that it can lead to.”

You sniffled and wiped your eyes, grimacing when you saw how you had dripped tears all over his chest plate

“S-sorry… I didn’t want to upset you or worry you… I j-just-”

“No, no, its okay! I wasn’t saying that to make you feel bad! But… I would like us to make a plan for this. I want to help you get better, but I’m sure it won’t be as easy as it sounds. But will you let me try?”

You nodded softly, feeling his arms go around you to hold you close

“Its okay to slip up, but I want you to try to find me first. I’ll listen to whatever your having issues with, ill do whatever you need me to do to keep you safe. I may not understand this the way a human might, but I think I understand emotions well enough to help you. If not, we could always see about finding someone professional for you to talk to, okay?”

“T-thank you… I was scared you would think I was horrible or weak or something…”

Kiibo shook his head and pressed a kiss to your hair, draping a blanket over your shoulders and tucking it between the two of you so you would be more comfortable

“I have never, and will never, feel those things about you. When I think about you, all I feel is love, so much that it can overwhelm me. I want you to be happy, and I will do everything to make that happen.”

Kokichi Ouma:

The two of you had planned to go on a date that day, you were supposed to pick Ouma up at noon but you had never shown up

And when you didn’t answer any of his texts or calls, he decided to drive over, both worried and annoyed

Your front door wasn’t locked, so he waltzed in and found your bedroom, not bothering to knock at this point

“Heeeeeey! Why did you stand me up? I was waiting for you for forever, no one forgets the Uliti-”

He paused, finally realizing what he had walked in to

You were crying on the bed, blood all over your shirt, especially at your wrists, and you didn’t seem to notice him at all

There was a bloody razor blade beside you and Ouma’s first move was getting that out of your reach, you finally noticing his presence

“F-fuck! Ouma, this i-isn’t-”

“Don’t talk right now, let me clean you up first.”

You just hiccuped and nodded, your wrists stinging as he got you on your feet and into the bathroom, sitting you up on the sink and stripping off your bloody shirt

“K-Kokichi-”

“Hey, it’s fine, don’t worry. Just relax, we’ll talk when I’m done with you, okay?”

He rolled up his own sleeve to show you a set of pale scars, giving you a reassuring smile when you started tearing up

“This is going to sting like a bitch, sorry.” He muttered as he cleaned the cuts on your wrists with peroxide, making you cry out and jump

As he got the blood off of you and bandaged your wrists, a few tears slipped down Ouma’s cheeks, but he kept the reassuring smile on the entire time

Soon your wrists were both wrapped up and he was guiding you towards the bed, only to notice that there was blood on the sheets

“Go find a shirt, (Y/N)-chan, ill get these off!” He grinned, stripping the bed and finding a new sheet, plus a nice warm blanket

Before long you two were cuddled together, Ouma wrapping his arms around you tightly

“Why did you do it, (Y/N)? And don’t lie, I don’t want to hear lies.”

You nodded and sat up a little, your wrists still aching and your eyes burning from so much crying

“S-sometimes it all just hurts… I cant control anything and I hate it! And I feel so alone and i-its just… I just want to make it hurt m-my way…”

You burst into tears, nails digging into your palm til Ouma took both your hands and held them in his own

“I get how that feels, its been a long time, but I remember. But if I stopped, you can too.”

It was the most serious you had ever heard Ouma talk, not a giggle or lie anywhere to be heard

You tried to pull yourself together but the tears just kept flowing when you remembered what he had gone through, even if it was in the past

“Whoa, whoa, hey! It’s okay! How about this, you promise to tell me when you feel like you want to do this again. I don’t care when, I don’t care where, ill find you and make that urge go away. I love you so much, I know that I like to mess around and I lie, but that will always be true.”

He lifted your face to kiss you softly, wiping your cheeks till the tears dried and you weren’t crying anymore

“Can you do that for me, my beloved (Y/N)?”

You nodded, squeaking when his hands drifted to your sides to tickle you

It was brief but merciless, you laughing till your stomach hurt and begging Ouma to let your free

“What was that? I cant hear you, (Y/N), you’ll have to speak up~”

“A-ah! Kokichi, l-let me gooooooo! I’m -a-ah!- I’m gonna die if you k-keep tickling me!”

He grinned and pulled back, laying down with you on his chest so he could easily pet your hair

“Nope, no dying allowed! No supreme leader lets his lover die! And besides, ill cry if you die!”

He gave you puppy eyes and you smiled a little, nuzzling his chest. “Liar.”

“Nope! That one’s true!” He was back to his normal self, for the most part, playing with your hair as you both let the silence wash over you for a bit, till you spoke up

“Sorry for ruining our date today, if you wanted we can still go out…”

“And move when I’ve got you on top of me? Nope! We’ll go out tomorrow or something! Oooooh, I can take you on a DICE heist!”

Ouma giggled at his own joke, but it did make you smile despite the pun.

“Thank you for helping me… No ones ever really cared…”

“Well, I do, so get used to it! I’m not about to let you be sad, that would be really shitty of me! I love you, and I always will.”

#Anonymous #sdr2 #ndrv3 #kokichi ouma #kiibo #nagito komaeda #sdr2 imagines #sdr2 headcanons #ndrv3 imagines #ndrv3 scenarios #ndvr3 headcanons #tw self harm

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thehuggamugcafe · 6 years ago

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*Peeks in* if I'm not too late the on texts requests could I maybe request a mixed "ø &" text? Any of the three boys will be fine. I don't have a particular one in mind just its been one heck of night for me... I don't know what's wrong with me and I felt like I could just use a bit of sweetness or fluff.... Unless I'm too late, if not that's perfectly fine. Take care and have a good night though~ ^^

OOC: Greetings, kaizaaurien! This barista apologizes for not addressing your order the previous night. I guess that getting excited and go-get-’em last night wore me out, once I answered one final request before clocking out.

So it’s fine, you’re not late, don’t worry! So… You’d like a mix of a loving and a late night text, correct? Certainly, that won’t be a problem at all!

I hope you feel better soon, Kai, and I sincerely hope your order cheers you up a bit! Here’s to you, dear customer! Cheers!

Oh, quickly, one last note. The relationship between you, the reader, and Akira can be interpreted however you want. A concerned friend, a worried boyfriend, a fretful fiancé. Anything at all is fine! ☕

You felt depressed.

No, scratch that.

You were depressed.

You had been “feeling the blues” for the past month or so. The cause of the sudden, melancholic shift in your mood, your state of “self”... It was something you were uncertain about.

Hardly anything excited you anymore.

Your normal hobbies bored you.

You rarely accepted an invitation to hang out with your friends; oftentimes, you used homework or an upcoming assignment as an excuse not to go out. If not that, you feigned illness to lie your way out of not spending company with your friends.

Your grades were starting to slip slightly, and your once somewhat enthusiastic approach to homework had dulled to a dull gray of a “who cares?” attitude.

Currently, you were lying in bed, hands folded behind your head. Your gaze looked up, gazing at the dark ceiling of your room. A blank look was your expression, yet your eyes betrayed a dark, sullen light, however dim it was.

Be-be-beep.

You breathed a sigh, flicking a languid stare on your phone where it lay, exactly where it’d been for the past hour, left to charge. It buzzed on the end table next to your bed, lighting up as the text tone played.

Again, you huffed a sigh, already debating on what sort of weak excuse you’d pull out of your ass this time as you reached for your phone. Your fingers wrapped around the cellphone, still buzzing, still lit up as a second string of be-be-beeps alerted you to another message.

What do they want now? I’m not in the mood to talk much tonight, you muttered silently. Your complaints remained as they were: silent.

You flipped open your phone, breathing a hum of confusion as your irises stared at the notification blinked back at you.

You have four new messages from Akira Kurusu.

“Good evening. I’m sorry if I’m bothering you so late at night, but...”

“A few of your friends said that you haven’t been feeling well lately.”

“Is everything alright? Are you okay?”

“If you’re asleep, I can call you in the morning.”

Akira! you gasped quietly, biting nervously into your lower lip.

You swallowed a gulp that you swore was the size of a tennis ball, hitching in a breath as a blinking message of ‘Akira Kurusu is typing’ popped up on the small, glowing screen of your phone.

“I guess you are asleep. I’ll call you tomorrow then. Good night.”

“No, wait, don’t go yet! I’m still up!”

Your fingers flew across the phone’s small keypad, entering and sending the message before you could think, before you could think to ask yourself if replying was a good idea.

Of course it’s a good idea! Akira’s close with you!

He’s just looking out for you...

You’re a real idiot, you know? Making him worry about you like this!

When you were finished moping around, when you were done feeling gloomy, you swore that you’d apologize to Akira.

You felt like you owed him that much, at least; it wasn’t the first time he texted you so late at night, after all.

“So, um, what’s up?”

Anxiety stained your typed words, much like spilled coffee would stain bland paper.

There was a brief flash of ‘Akira Kurusu is typing’ before his reply appeared below your message.

“That’s what I wanted to ask you.”

A pause, then...

“Is there something you’re not telling me?”

Yes.

“Do you want to talk about what’s bothering you?”

Not really.

“Why didn’t you talk to me sooner?”

Because I thought I’d be bothering you with my problems.

“Do you trust me?”

Of course I do.

“I’m here for you, you know that, right? Day or night.”

“…It’s late, Akira.”

“It’s fine. We only have three hours until the sun rises.”

You couldn’t help but smile at the lame joke he threw at you. It was the first time you smiled, you truly and genuinely smiled, in what felt like months, even years.

“You’ll sleep in and then you’ll be late for work.”

“I don’t care.”

“Your boss will be angry at you.”

“Again: I don’t care. So... Talk to me, please. What’s wrong?”

Sighing, you shook your head. Well, I gave it my best shot. Time to come clean, I guess.

You did. You told him everything.

You told him that you’d been feeling depressed for the past month.

You told him that your grades were slipping.

You told him that you’d been purposely avoiding your friends.

You may as well have spilled your guts and bared your soul to him.

You were being honest with someone for the first time in what felt like forever.

You’d be lying if you said that there was no warm moisture stinging your eyes, no tears trickling down your cheeks.

Finally...

There was a flash of ‘Akira Kurusu is typing’ on your screen, followed by his prompt reply.

“I’ll call in sick in the morning. I’m coming over to visit you; no ifs, ands, or buts. I’ll make sure to cook your favourite meals, too, so be sure to have an empty stomach.”

“We’ll binge-watch Netflix, and stuff our faces on your favourite snacks. How’s that sound?”

“I’d like that very much, Akira.”

The moonlight shone in through your bedroom window, the dim light causing your tear-filled eyes to shine, but you were still smiling. You cried, you sniffled, but the small grin still curled your cheeks.

You breathed a sob, but one of relief, of content.

Suddenly, you didn’t feel so depressed anymore.

#persona 5 #p5 #akira kurusu #akiraxreader #sfw #ask #kaizaaurien ask #answered ask #sfw ask #this is more like a small drabble #I hope you like it #please feel better soon Kai!

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denimwrites-archive · 7 years ago

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Flowers and Feelings

Prompt: I saw this headcanon on @lovethyfanperson ‘s page (created by @nosemeocurrenada77) and I thought it was too cute to pass up Original Post

Fandom: Dear Evan Hansen

Pairing: Connor Murphy X Reader

Summary: Senior year is really sinking in, and you don’t want to leave behind all that has grown to be familiar. Connor shares your sentiments and assuages your fears, but Evan doesn’t quite agree with his way of going about it.

Word Count: 1,778

Warnings: Language, slight talk of mental illness, fear of the future, nothing super major I don’t think

A/N: A big thank you to @nosemeocurrenada77 and @lovethyfanperson for allowing me to use this prompt. I hope I did okay since this is my first time writing anything for DEH and I still haven’t been able to read the book yet, so if anything is ooc I probably don’t know. And I kind of focused more on Connor and flowers than Evan but I think that’s also because I don’t think he’d want to be very confrontational idk (Also it’s not like I’m projecting on the reader or anything, so what if I’m a senior and slowly dying from the prospect of imminent adulthood? Nope totally not about me)

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It had been another long week of hell, a.k.a. school, and you were ready to collapse from the amount of shit you still had to do. Why does getting into college have to be so hard? you thought, flipping through yet another SAT prep book. Your eyes weren’t even absorbing any of the words and your head was starting to hurt. I can’t believe I’m subjecting myself to this on a Saturday. Why can’t I just watch cartoons?

Your thoughts were interrupted by a text from Connor. You gave a tired smile before opening it to see he wanted you to meet him at the park. Gratefully accepting a break from killing your brain, you replied that you would be there in a few. Grabbing your keys and other necessities, you headed out the door.

When you got there you saw Connor spread out on the grass in his normal spot, looking at the clouds. You laid down next to him and you both sat quietly for a good while, just enjoying each others company and the nice autumn day. The leaves were starting to change color and the breeze was getting colder, but the change was that much heavier this year because of its finality.

Soon the year would be over, and then it was only a few months until the rest of your life. College, job, and whatever else the world had in store for you. It seemed that everything was riding on ending your high school career on a high note, and after years of monotone repetition, you were unsure if that was even possible.

You were dragged out of your thoughts by a hand in yours. Turning to look at Connor, you see that he was already studying you. You squeezed his hand and he squeezed back before refocusing on the clouds rolling by. A few more minutes of silence stretched between you two, with your hands still intertwined, before he raised his other hand to point out a cloud shape.

“That one looks like Mr. Montgomery.” He gestured towards what looked more like a hippo, making you laugh lightly. That teacher did usually act like one while trampling through the halls.

“More like Mr. Johnson,” you retorted thinking of the biology teacher who made it a habit to just sit at his desk and play videos as a way of teaching, reminding you of the lazy mammals. You could tell Connor was contemplating your observation before making a noise of agreement and then moving on to the next cloud. This continued for a while, until the sky was empty.

Connor sat up and looked down at you before squeezing your hand and getting up. You followed him over to a park bench in the shade where you sat and leaned against his chest, soon getting lost in thought again.

You felt him nudge you softly and looked up at him. His brow was furrowed and you could tell that he wanted you to say what was on your mind. You didn’t want to talk about it though, Connor was getting better and you would not have your negativity bring him down.

“It’s nothing,” you lied, with the attempt of a smile on your face. He just gave you a look that screamed If it’s nothing then I’m Jared Kleinman. You roll your eyes with a sigh before looking at your shoes.

You can feel Connor roll his eyes before grabbing your hand in his and rubbing his thumb on the back of it, something that’s become a thing between you two when either of you need to show support. Your lips perk at the soothing feeling of his motions, and you let out another sigh before turning to look at him.

You see the patience in his eyes, and turn to look back at the park before speaking.

“Everything feels like it’s ending.” You can feel him slightly tense up at your bluntness, but his hand is still there, keeping you weighted. “Senior year is already a month over, and that leaves so little time before the rest of the world crashes in. Yeah, we’ve all been wading into the world of adulthood with jobs and stuff, but that’s nothing compared to what’s out there. And then there’s college to think about and…” you trail off, getting lost in your thoughts again.

Connor squeezes your hand and you take a deep breath before continuing. “Nothing is permanent, but I really wish we could just stay here, trapped in a perfect moment forever. Everything seems to be going too fast, and I’m not ready for it. I don’t think I ever will be.”

You glance at Connor, kind of expecting him to go on his own talk about how the future is a daunting thing, but he sits in silence for a few minutes. You look back at the park and people watch, until he finally speaks.

“I understand why you feel that way. I kind of think everyone does senior year. But…” he stops, trying to get his thoughts together, “just because the future is uncertain and there’s all this stuff that feels like it could drown you, doesn’t mean you shouldn’t try to swim. If you need help, there are life preservers and lifeguards and fucking floaties for god’s sake.”

He trails off, and you can tell that he’s trying hard to make sure that he’s delicate with his response while also saying what needs to be said. “I know that it seems like things might not work out, but that’s just the fear of the unknown creeping into your mind. And the whole point of having friends and stuff is so that you aren’t facing it alone,” he gives your hand another squeeze, “and I promise that I’ll be there for you, just as you’ve been there for me during the past few months.”

You look at him before leaning in and giving him a kiss, which he returns in earnest. You know that it’s still hard for him to fully verbalize how he’s feeling, but his words put your mind at ease, at least for now. And if what he said was true, which you really believed it was, he would be there to remind you when these thoughts ultimately returned.

After you broke away, he kissed your temple, and you sat there for a few more minutes in silence. Then Connor pulled you up and you began to walk one of the park’s many paths, kind of just wandering. Your hands were intertwined and every once in awhile he would bring your hand up to his mouth and give it a quick peck, drawing a smile to your face.

As you continued your walk, you became more and more relaxed. When you came upon a patch of flowers, you stopped to admire them. Following that old saying, you smelled them and were about to continue on your walk when Connor picked one and put it in your hair. Your cheeks warmed and Connor smiled at the sight.

The next thing you know, he dropped your hand before going back to picking flowers, this time trying to wrap the stems into a sort of circle. You stand and watch him for a good ten minutes, just admiring the way he’s putting such effort into whatever he was doing.

Finally he was finished and he turned to you before placing it on your head. You look up as it slightly falls over your eyes and move to adjust it, but Connor does it instead, incredibly gently so that it stays together.

“How do I look?” you ask, striking a silly pose. You hear a camera shutter and see Connor’s phone pointed towards you. He shows you the photo and you admit that you look good in your custom made flower crown. You lean in and kiss his cheek and you hear the shutter again. You roll your eyes, but smile at his antics. Seeing the photo of you kissing him and his big smile just makes you happier than you could describe.

Then you’re walking along the path, hands linked once again. You feel like the weight on your shoulders is just a little bit lighter, and give Connor’s hand a squeeze. He looks at you and you just smile at each other, happy that you’re together.

When you come around the next bend, you bump into Evan and you greet him, but you can tell he’s a little preoccupied by something. Then you see him staring at your head. “Admiring Connor’s handiwork, are you? I’m sure if you asked nicely he’d make one for you too, Hansen,” you tease him slightly.

You see his cheeks turn slightly red before he stutters out, “Where did you find the flowers?”

“Somewhere off the path back there,” Connor answered, gesturing behind you. You could see Evan try to peer around you to see if he could see the flower bed, but he turned his attention back to Connor when he couldn’t see it.

“Y-you shouldn’t just go and p-pick flowers, it can damage the plant,” Evan said, sounding almost stern. You share a look with Connor before carefully pulling one of the flowers out of your flower crown and handing it to Evan with a small smile.

“Flowers are to be admired Evan, but we promise not to disturb the nature of the park in the future, okay?”

He takes the flower from you, returning your light smile, and you pat his shoulder before pulling on Connor’s hand and continuing your walk. Throwing a quick, “See you later Evan,” over your shoulder.

Your walk lasts another hour or so, with a little bit of random conversation interspersed throughout. You pass by Evan again, and see him tending to some of the plants, pulling weeds and such. You give him a small wave and he waves back before going back to looking after the nature of the park. You know that he’ll make a good park ranger or botanist if he chose to become one.

Soon enough you and Connor had looped back around to the parking lot and you were saying your goodbyes. And as you drove home, now thinking about the things you still had to get done once more, you felt more calm.

Connor had become your rock over the course of your relationship, and you his. The future still wasn’t spelled out in black and white, and you sure as hell weren’t prepared for everything, but that wasn’t going to stop it from coming, or stop you from facing it with your handsome support system at your side.

#connor murphy x reader #connor x reader #deh x reader #dear evan hansen x reader #dear evan hansen fanfiction #deh fanfiction #connor murphy #connor murphy fanfiction #fanfiction #my writing #musical fanfiction #reader insert #second person

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ofstaffs · 7 years ago

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steve steve was absolutely walking on air. the weather was amazing and he was enjoying it with the woman he loved. of course, it wasn't a totally perfect afternoon due to his endearing clumsiness. after his second time dropping the venue folder, they decided it was better if peggy carried it instead. other than that, it couldn't have been better. "i really like the meadow, if i'm being totally honest," he glanced at peggy as they walked under a cluster of trees in magnolia park. "but the park is fine too, of course."

steve: im screAMING

peggy: OM G CUITE

peggy: CUTIE

steve: the ghostbusters theme song came on while i was writing thiS

peggy: HAHAHAAHHA

peggy she didn't think it was possible for her to love him anymore. the bold and the brave captain america was stumbling over his own feet and dropping the folder each time he held onto it, papers flying everywhere, which required a ton of chasing. she hadn't laughed more in her whole life, and she was sure she had never been more infatuated with someone in her life. "i know, i do too. i just wanted to look around here to see if it was a backup choice," she explained, craning her neck to glance around.

peggy: lets just do them for a bit then ill bring rey in

steve: okie dokie

steve "you know, the first wedding i went to was out here." steve spoke, pointing at the patch of grass by the fountain. it wasn't exactly an enjoyable experience; they hardly knew the grooms and there was quite a bit of drama at the end of the night. he decided to leave out the fact that he brought a date to it. "you would have hated it. it ended in absolute chaos." he laughed quietly, knowing his future bride wasn't one to put up with people's shit.

peggy "oh, dear. maybe we shouldn't have it here, then. i don't want people to be reminded of bad memories when they come here," she said, biting her lip in concern. then she glanced up at him with a teasing smirk. "you know that if anyone tries to start /anything/ at our wedding that i'll deal with them myself." they couldn't exactly hire security; plus, they didn't need any. the groom was captain america, after all. "i don't think you'll let that happen, though," she winked.

peggy: omfg deans rper will not stop chatting me

peggy: like

steve: my ot4 tbh :,)))

peggy: actually

steve: im confused on how it all happened so fast

peggy: they kind of pushed it on kathryn and i

peggy: im convinced the mun is the same person

peggy: they're literally the SAME

steve: nO WAY

steve: mia's rper chats me a lot too so

peggy: yep

steve "i can only think of one person who'd be bothered." steve shrugged. that person was rey. she left early on in the ceremony and sprayed someone with beer when she returned. but at that point, he wasn't even sure if she'd show to his wedding. "i know you will." he grinned with a raised brow, tightening his grip on her hand lightly. him and peggy had already waited way too long for someone to ruin it. "hopefully everyone just keeps their issues to themselves."

steve: if somebody hijacks the steggy wedding i will take it ooc

steve: no shame

peggy: ya tru

steve: i feel like dia would tbh not trying to be rude

peggy "they better," peggy agreed with a firm nod, placing a hand on his cheek then slowly smiling again. "but i don't care if /everything/ goes wrong. as long as i get to be your wife at the end of the day. that's all i want. that's all i've ever wanted." she leaned up to kiss him softly, wrapping her arms around his neck.

peggy: BLESS

peggy: ok im gonna bring rey in]

rey joined the chat 2 hours ago

steve: yaaaasssssssss

rey getting some fresh air was nice, as her dispute with derek was still ongoing, and she felt like she had the opportunity to really clear her mind of everything. until she stumbled across a couple. as soon as she saw the red and blue clothes (did they plan that or did they always just coincidentally dress that way?), she knew exactly who it was. she clenched her jaw but let out a sigh and tried to walk past without her face being seen, tilting it away as much as possible.

steve: does steve stop her orrrrrrrrrrrrr

peggy: probs

peggy: i didnt know how else to bring her in lmao

steve "trust me, you'll be my wife no matter what. even if it means i have to become a minister and do it myself." he chuckled against her lips, gladly welcoming the kiss. naturally, he got too carried away, wrapping his arms around her waist and stumbling back slightly. he didn't even think about anyone else in the park until he felt his back brush against another person. "oh, geez. i'm sorry about that," the avenger apologized to this person behind him, before he quickly realized who it was. "rey?"

steve: i just did that instead whooops

peggy: nice

peggy peggy pulled away as soon as steve did, glancing at the person he had, literally, bumped into. uh oh. hopefully he wouldn't be recognized. she smiled apologetically and began to say sorry when steve said the girl's name. peggy's smile faded as she stared up at him, then chuckled softly. "is-is this a friend of yours?" she asked quietly, nervous about the expression on his face.

rey oh, great. clumsy steve, back at it again. she rolled her eyes and turned to him, crossing her arms tightly over her chest. she was sure she looked horrific, given she'd been bedridden for five days, but finally seeing peggy in person for the first time shocked her most of all. she really did look like her. at peggy's question, she just glared up at steve again before firmly replying, "nope."

rey: ouch

steve: damn steve, back at it again

peggy: i kept saying that in my head while writing jrc

peggy: jfc

steve "uh..." he stammered, glancing between rey and peggy. oh god, they looked so much alike he was getting confused. he genuinely did not know what to say. rey and him had a large falling out, sure, but they were so close. they were still friends in his eyes, best friends even. his eyes narrowed at her once she spoke. "no. she's tony's friend."

steve: yiggity yikes

peggy peggy's shoulders straightened at steve's words, and she stood protectively at his side, hand on his arm. "tony stark is no friend to us. it is obvious that steve doesn't want you around, so i recommend that you keep walking before i have to take action."

steve: FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT

rey rey couldn't tear her eyes away from steve. her expression was a mixture of heartbreak, anger, jealousy, and distress. she missed him, but seeing him with peggy angered her beyond belief. she clenched her fists at her sides as peggy spoke to her, then raised her eyebrows. "believe me, i think that's the best idea, seeing the last time i spoke to your fiancé, he threw a coffee table across the room."

rey: riP

rey: sry im replying so fast im like trying to do this fuc kn g study guide

rey: WHY DID I PORCRASITINA

rey: ETE

steve: UR DUMB

steve: WHAT CLASS IS IT FOR

peggy: US HISTORY

peggy: FML

steve: WRITE STEVE ROGERS FOR EVERY ANSWER

peggy: O K

peggy: ITS OPTIONAL TOO

peggy: BUT ITS 20 PTS EXTRA CREDIT

peggy: KMS

steve steve was stupid to think this day wasn't going to get ruined. he expected the cops would have something to do with it, not rey. not his /best friend/. he glanced at peggy once she spoke, but rey was already retorting before he could catch up. "that's enough." the expression on his face was enough to kill. no more clumsy, adorable steve. rey awakened the beast that was captain america. "so where's derek this lovely afternoon?"

peggy peggy's head snapped up to glare at steve slightly. "so /that's/ what happened? you threw a coffee table because you were angry?" she asked in disbelief. but the expression on his face was not allowing for any chastisement at that moment, so she turned back to rey, watching her carefully. obviously she had done something to make steve, sweet, kind-hearted steve, angry and she didn't like it one bit.

steve: http://66.media.tumblr.com/902d809ec25de... LOOK AT THIS

rey "he's at home. i wanted to go on a walk, so here i am." she'd only mumbled a few words to derek before leaving, but she didn't tell him that. she was too afraid he'd poke fun at her for having a failing relationship. two at the same time. just in very different ways. "oh, but i see you two are planning your wedding. you know, that's funny. the last time steve was at a wedding, he brought along a date. but i'm sure he's told you that."

peggy: DED

peggy: REY ST OP

steve "yes. but you should let rey tell you what she said to make me so angry." he spoke through gritted teeth. he could almost hear rey's angry outburst about peggy and bucky leaving him. his hand flew up to his nose, pinching the bridge of it as she continued to spill like an immature child. "i brought natasha romanoff, my colleague. interesting that you bring up the wedding, rey. recall your little beer incident?" two could play that game.

steve: steve rn: (ง'̀-'́)ง(ง'̀-'́)ง(ง'̀-'́)ง(ง'̀-'́)ง(ง'̀-'́)ง(ง'̀-'́)ง

peggy "yes, i /would/ like to know that," peggy snapped to rey, crossing her arms firmly across her chest. anyone who upset steve had to deal with her. "i understand. you didn't want to be alone at the wedding. i get it," she assured him then turned back to rey, furrowing her eyebrows as steve brought up one of /her/ issues.

peggy: omg steve should do like a rly low blow

peggy: and then rey will just strt cr ying

peggy: bc i need them to make up

steve: how low u talkin

peggy: as low as u want

steve: idk how low i can go

steve: damn is this limbo

peggy: truth

peggy: idk like her being abandoned by her family or smth

peggy: or her problems with derek

peggy: or her family issues

peggy: rey has a lot of things to use against her ok

steve: i'll talk about her trying to get derek to propose cause i got an anon bout it

peggy: make it bad tho

peggy: or else rey will just be angrier

rey rey's eyes widened slightly as her expression darkened. now /he/ was digging. this was bad, and was surely not going to end well. she wished she had derek here to back her up. if he even would at this point. "well YOU'RE the one who had feelings for me while you said you were in love with /her/!" she exclaimed, motioning carelessly to peggy.

steve "why don't you tell her." steve looked down at his friend demeaningly, unable to bring himself to repeat her words. "at least i don't have to beg the love of my life to get marry me. i know who i love, rey, and you're sure as hell not one of those people when you act like this." the captain spat, grabbing his fiance's hand. "let's go, peg."

peggy: shIT

steve: shawty got low low low low low low

peggy "is that true?" peggy tried to ask steve after rey explained how he had feelings for her. if so... that was shocking. extremely. but at steve's words, she froze. ouch. that was a harsh one. but it was necessary. so peggy swallowed thickly and held on tightly to steve's hand before turning and beginning to walk away with him.

rey no... he couldn't have just said that. had he? he /had/. he didn't love her. once upon a time they were inseparable, spending every day together. first he had used derek against her, and then he outright said he didn't love her. not even as a friend. her hands clasped over her mouth in shock as her eyes fell shut, not even acknowledging them anymore. silently, she began to sob as she slowly crumpled to her knees on the ground, slightly ripping the comfortable pajama pants she had on, decorated with stars. she hated this. she wanted her best friend back.

steve "it was." he admitted swiftly, avoiding her glance. it was before he knew peggy was alive. it was a mistake, all of it was. she had a boyfriend anyway. right as he's ready to turn on his heel, rey falls to the ground in front of them. at first he thinks she's hurt, so he accesses her body quickly until he realizes she's just crying. oh no. was it really that harsh? his jaw clenched as her scene attracted attention from civilians in the park. "rey... just get up, okay?"

peggy "steve," peggy gasped as soon as she saw rey fall to the ground. they were friends at one point; and she knew steve wouldn't want to see his friends hurt. even though it was obvious she was just crying, she knew steve would still want to help. maybe. so she stayed back but watched carefully as he approached her again, hoping things wouldn't get worse from here.

rey rey simply ignored them both, covering her face with her hands and tucking her knees to her chest as she continued to cry. after all they had gone through together... that was what he now thought of her? simply because she was jealous? sure she had said some things that went over the edge, but he knew she hadn't meant them. but his words... he meant each and every one. and she didn't care that he was now seeing her break down right in front of his eyes. she couldn't hide her sorrow anymore. she cried even harder as she leaned forward slightly, threading her fingers into her hair.

steve steve pursed his lips, sending peggy one last apologetic glance before crouching down next to rey. he wish he could comfort her like he used to, but it felt too unfamiliar to him at the moment. "c'mon, rey. get up." he curled his hands around her forearms, making sure to be gently while he pulled her to stand. he meant the words in the heat of the moment, but now he was beginning to regret them. "i didn't mean it, alright?"

peggy peggy nodded her head swiftly as her eyes saddened. she knew he had to take care of this. he needed as many friends as he could get here in magnolia, seeing as they had enough enemies. and she didn't want one friendship to be ruined because of some simple jealousy. she kept some distance, but watched closely with a sympathetic expression as he tried to apologize.

rey "no... no..." rey cried as he, literally, tugged her up to her feet. it took a few moments for her to get a stable stance on the ground, but when she finally did, she began wiping at her eyes as her sobs became almost completely silent. "y-you did- you-..." she tried to say, but only wept harder, wiping at her eyes yet again and trying to move out of his grip. she was beyond humiliated and ashamed now and just wanted to go back inside where no one could see her.

peggy: wtf im tearing up

peggy: this is rly sad but its also bc of this study guide LMAO

peggy: but mostly bc of this bc aw

peggy: i miss my bbs

steve: omg dont crrrrrrrrrrrry

steve: im sobbing this sad ass song just came on my shuffle i feel it

peggy: right omfg

steve: speaking of shuffle wdyt about the plot shuffle

peggy: what about it

peggy: did they post it

steve: no they just talk about it when they get clique qs

peggy: oh lmao tru

steve: ive never done one b4

peggy: idk ugh

peggy: bc i dont want rey or peggy to be stuck with chars they've never interacted with

peggy: fml

steve: same dude

steve: can u imagine if peggy and negan had to be 2gether

peggy: riP

peggy: steve would be freaking tf out the whole time

steve: steve would literally bust through every door in magnolia to get to peggy

peggy: i love him what a nerd

steve the expression on rey's face caused an ache to spread through his chest. "i didn't, i-i swear." he murmured softly, struggling to hold back the lump in his throat. he couldn't believe he let his anger get the best of him and cause this. the last time he saw rey this upset, it had something to do with snoke. she was right, he lost everyone he loved. he always did. he looked back at peggy with forlorn eyes, almost as if he was making sure she was still there.

steve: im cryin

steve: ldr just came on im gonna fight

peggy: whats ldr

steve: lana del rey

peggy "it's okay," peggy mouthed to him when he turned to look at her, making a silent promise that she wasn't leaving anytime soon, unless he asked for privacy with rey. she understood that she wouldn't understand their friendship, and she didn't try to. it was for them, and none of her business. unless steve was being hurt.

peggy: nice

rey "you /did/, you did," rey sobbed, beating her fist weakly against his chest two times then just crying again. maybe if she wasn't so weak from the concussion, bruised ribs, and all the medication she was on, then she would've run away by now. or maybe she just didn't really want to run away. she wanted to stay, to bring back what they once had. "l-leave me alone," she pleaded anyway, attempting to tug her arms out of his grip, to no avail.

steve he let her hit him once again, her fists rekindling memories from their last fight. "stop, s-stop!" he curled his hands around hers, pushing them away from him. "stop this! stop trying to fight me, rey. i don't wanna fight anymore!" who would have thought, steve rogers, the kid who would fight anything or anyone, begging to avoid a quarrel.

steve: im screAMI

peggy: riP

peggy "steve," peggy gasped when he raised his voice, immediately stepping to his side and placing a hand on his shoulder. but she didn't stop him from speaking to her. he wanted this solved, and she didn't blame him. so she let it continue, and would only step in if things got really bad.

rey "then why would you /say/ that to me?" rey sobbed in distress, trying desperately to tug her hands out of his, though, obviously, that was impossible. he surely wasn't even using half his strength and she was using everything she had in her weak body. "y-you don't want to be my friend, you-you don't love me anymore..."

peggy: im em o

peggy: r u here

steve: IM HERE

peggy: YEET

steve "i'm sorry," steve looked down, letting his head hang low. he was apologizing to both of them at this point for losing his temper and control. "yes i do, rey! i never said that," his eyes were wide in confusion, "do you even want to be my friend? every time we're near each other we fight!"

peggy "it's okay, steve. m-maybe we should take this somewhere more private, though," peggy whispered, noting how people were beginning to stare at the three of them. if steve was recognized... the location of the wedding would be the smallest issue.

rey "of COURSE i do! i-... i miss you..." rey admitted, her voice thinning out to hardly nothing as she said it, finally peeking her eyes up to look up into his own. then she sobbed again as she shook her head. "but-but not after you said that. n-no... y-you meant every word... e-every word..."

peggy: midnight rip

peggy: and still working on this piece of shit.

steve: jesus h christ

steve steve nodded, instantly cooling down when he heard her voice. peggy was his happy place. any place, any situation; if peggy was there, he could do anything. "no i didn't, rey." his brow furrowed and his face fell once again. "let's go home, okay? come with us."

peggy peggy held onto steve's arm gently, though he was still holding a fragile rey up. she wondered to herself why she looked so sickly, but kept her thoughts to herself as she led them both inside, and up to their apartment. "i'll get some waters," she offered and stole a kiss when rey wasn't looking before moving into the kitchen to do so.

rey rey didn't want to go to their house, to where the two of them spent their time together. but the stress was overwhelming and she needed to sit down, but she didn't want to go to her home just yet. she still wanted desperately to fix things with steve. she let him practically pull her up the stairs and past the door, feeling too weak to do so at that point.

steve "okay." steve whispered quietly against her lips. he lead rey's weak frame to the couch, passing over the spot where the coffee table used to be. "-uh, are you alright?" he questioned, refusing to let go of the grip on her arm.

peggy "you don't seem too well," peggy agreed, bringing over a glass of water for each of them and setting it on the little makeshift table they had in place of the coffee table. she knelt before them and looked worriedly up at steve, silently asking him what was going on.

rey "yes," rey exhaled as he sat them down on the couch, closing her eyes and bringing her hands to her head. "i... d-derek and i were pushed down a flight of stairs... i hit my head and got knocked out. and bruised a couple of ribs... w-we went to the hospital and now i'm on five different kinds of medication..."

steve steve shook his head at peggy's questioning look. he had no idea what was going on. whatever it was, it was more than just her being upset. she looked horribly fatigued. "what?!" he exclaimed loudly. the floorboards in the house might as well vibrated at his staccato.

peggy: omg steeb my bb

steve: he cares so much about his girls

steve: peggy, rey, nat, wanda

peggy peggy's hands came up to her mouth at rey's admission, looking over at steve in shock. oh, no. she knew her steve; and she knew the guilt would hit him /hard/ after this. "i-i'll get some ice," she whispered immediately and jumped up, jogging to the kitchen to get some ice to cool rey down.

rey for some reason, she assumed steve had known about her injuries. but how could he possibly? they hadn't spoken in weeks. "i-i'm sorry, i thought you knew..." she admitted honestly, nodding in appreciation as peggy went to get her ice. then she moved her hair out of the way so steve could see the stitched up gash near her temple, with sweat-soaked bandages covering it.

rey: im emo

steve way to go, steve. he felt absolutely terrible for everything at this point. all previous guilt he had was superimposed at her admission. "o-oh, god, rey. i'm so sorry." his gaze fell to his hands, which he quickly retracted from her forearms and placed in his lap. once peggy returned with the ice, he gave peggy his best attempt at a smile.

peggy peggy knelt in front of them yet again as she finished wrapping the bag of ice in a paper towel, giving a small, hesitant smile back to steve. "back of your neck, darling," she said to rey, handing it over carefully. any friend of steve's was a friend of hers. she was choosing to look past their differences, as they obviously wanted to as well.

rey rey shook her head. "i-it's okay, i should've told you..." she whispered, feeling bad that she'd, accidentally, of course, kept him in the dark about it all. it was why she couldn't stand up when he told her to, why she couldn't leave when all she wanted to do was run away. but maybe it helped them reconcile in the end. "thank you..." she whispered to peggy and placed the pack on the back of her neck, leaning back against the couch pillow with a slow exhale.

peggy: LAST PAGE

peggy: ITS SO LIT

steve steve instantly sat up from his spot once peggy administered the ice. she didn't need to be on the floor anyways. "i don't blame you." after the whole coffee table mess, who would want to speak to him? he acted like a complete and utter fool in their apartment and in the park. "i'm sorry."

steve: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

peggy "no, no, no," peggy mouthed reassuringly, shaking her head and helping him to sit again. "you sit, i'm okay." obviously rey wanted, or needed, his support right now, and she was sure he needed hers as well. they had just come back together, after all.

rey rey opened her eyes and looked sorrowfully over at steve, shaking her head gently. "don't apologize, it's my fault too... i-i didn't mean anything i said either, i just wanted your attention again..." she admitted. speaking of... she looked down at peggy sadly. "i-i'm sorry i was so jealous... it led me to do things that i wouldn't usually do. bad things, and it wrecked my relationship with the best friend i've ever had. so i'm sorry..."

steve steve responded to peggy's refusal with a tight lipped nod. "you didn't wreck anything." he murmured with sad eyes. "i shouldn't have got angry when you told me what you did. i acted the same way when you were with derek."

peggy: omg wtf when did u get here

peggy peggy smiled kindly and nodded to rey, gently patting her knee. "it's alright... everything's all better now," she reassured her with a light, soothing tone. obviously she and steve were very close, and it made her sad to think that they'd spent so much time apart because of peggy herself.

rey right... derek. that was a whole other ordeal that she still had to sort through. her eyes closed slowly as she let out a heavy sigh, readjusting the ice pack on the back of her neck. "i don't know what's going on with us now..." she admitted quietly, peeking up at steve again. "i want to be married to him... /so/ badly, but... but he's still not ready yet. and it's been /two months/... we've known each other for three of them... he doesn't understand that i haven't had a real connection with anyone for fifteen years... i don't want to waste anymore time in my life..."

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flairchild · 7 years ago

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Day 20 out of 20! As much as I enjoyed writing these fics it has been a mission. I am a very busy person at the moment so fics will be coming much less regularly from now on. Requests are welcome but obviously wont be answered straight away! If you need to catch up on fics they are all under the fanfiction tab on my tumblr page :)) @vicbertsource

Vicbert Fanfic Challenge

Day Twenty: fake dating!au

Albert was reading on a bench seat in the library when his best friend flopped down onto him. She laid her head on his lap hair splayed out, her feet just fitting on the seat. Her lips were pursed as she looked up at him.

"Something the matter?" He asked, snapping his book shut and putting it aside.

Victoria groaned. "It's a someone actually...you know William Melbourne right?"

Albert did indeed. Just his name made his blood boil, but he kept a placid expression. "Of course. What did he do to wind you up?"

She grunted. "What didn't he do. Insist on being lab partners then boss me around, keeps lurking by my locker only to slam my door shut when I open it, splash water in my face when I go to drink at the fountain...you'd think he's twelve!" She gestured exasperatedely with her arms.

"Oh" Albert knew what was going on here. "He's so into you." The thought would make him jealous if he didn't know how much she despised the guy.

Victoria gave him a concerned look. "You sure? Oh how can I get out of this mess..." she spent a good thirty seconds pondering, and just when Albert went to pick up his book she exclaimed aloud. "Aha I've got it!!"

Albert raised an eyebrow. "Go on."

"Ill pretend to date someone else to put him off...someone like you!" She beamed up at him. Albert stared down at her in disbelief.

"Ah Victoria that's not your brightest idea...that's the kind of idea that ruins a friendship." In fact, he couldn’t bear the thought of fake dating her. He wanted so much more than that.

Victoria sat up and looked him straight in the eyes. Man those blue eyes were distracting. "Albert, you remember when you went into the girls bathroom in year eight and I helped you escape with dignity. I'm cashing in my favour for that."

Albert ran a hand through his hair. Truth be told, he would do anything for Victoria. "Fine." She hugged him close.

"Might as well start now!" She said chirpily.

Albert was so screwed.

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It was not as hard as he thought it would be to fake date Victoria. In fact, it was quite enjoyable. It was their same fun friendship, with the occasional row, except with the added bonuses of random hugs or kisses on the cheek. What was even more satisfying was seeing William's face after. So worth it.

But deep down Albert knew he was in too deep. Because Victoria was a great actress, but his acting skills weren't up to it and soon enough he was going to fall apart. Being with her but not being with her was slowly killing him without his consious knowledge. A few weeks had gone by and there was no sign of stopping.

Albert noticed that William had well and truly backed off about a month after they started fake dating. He was relieved, because he could finish this and they could go back to being friends. No more confused emotions...hopefully.

He approached Victoria afterschool one day. She was perched on the wall outside school waiting for her ride.

"Hey Vic" he greeted her, sliding alongside her. She grinned at him.

"Hey Albert." No one else called him by his full name, it was always Al, so he loved it when she called him that. "How was your day?"

"Fine." He fiddled with his hands. "Look Victoria I think its time to fake break up."

She stared at him, looking a bit shell shocked. "What but why?" She asked, eyes wide and slightly misty.

"Well we did what you wanted and got William off your back. We can go back to being just best friends again." She didn't look as relieved as he thought she would.

Victoria hunched over, picking at her jumper sleeve. "Yeah ok...." she looked so morose. Then suddenly her back straightened and she turned to face him with a steely look in her eye. "Actually Albert I don't want that at all." Then she leaned forward and she was kissing him properly, hand knotted in his hair. His breath flew from his lungs before he kissed back with fervour. His hands went to her waist instinctively. It just felt so right.

Then a car horn broke their concentration and they opened their eyes to see Victoria's mum waiting in the car. Albert went red as Victoria laughed airily. She smiled at him warmly.

"See you later real boyfriend." His heart lurched as she said those words before strutting off. This could not have gone better if he had dreamed it.

****DISCLAIMER: I know melbourne is ooc in this fic but I had to have a love rival****

#vicbertffch #queen victoria #victoria itv #victoria #vicbert #victoria and albert #itv victoria #albert and victoria #lord melbourne

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doyouevenshipbr0 · 7 years ago

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Forever

author's note :hello everyone! ik its been a loooonnnng time since ive written anything but… as u all know… fairy tail is over. my overall rating of the ending is a 6/10. i expected more but at the same time, a lot of it makes sense. in terms of gruvia, i do believe they are a canon couple. BUT, we saw no answer?! the answer that has been hyped up for almost 100 chapters im p sure?! and an “apology” that gray was gonna give juvia?! we never got that either which is suuuuper annoying lmao. but i do believe an answer happened. my hope is that one of these days later on in life mashima releases an omake dedicated to gray’s answer, but, until then, ill have this lmao. i tried to make this as realistic and as little ooc as possible. bc as seen in the last chap, while he is much more open towards juvia, gray is still a grump little tsun. and juvia is still a cutsie doting wifey. SO without further ado, here’s my take on gray’s answer.

For the first time in a very long time, Fairy Tail was at ease. Anyone or anything that was a threat to the world had been defeated. Things were possibly even considered “peaceful” for once. Just the thought of “peace” seemed like a foreign idea, a distant memory that was long gone from everyone’s mind for a long time, but finally, the war was over, and everything was back to normal.

Well, maybe not quite.

While calmness finally seemed to reign over the world, the city of Magnolia, like most of the rest if the country, was in shambles.

Some cities were practically turned to dust, others had some fractions of buildings left, some were completely obliterated and almost unrecognizable to the former townspeople who once called that place their home.

Most of Magnolia, including Fairy Tail itself, still stood proudly.

After all this town/guild’s been through, it was apparent that it was a fighter. Even after a whole war, it still remained in one piece. (Barely).

The first thing everyone did was get to work on repairing the town and the guild. While the guild itself didn’t look too bad, there was still much work that needed to be done.

Just a few days later things were looking much better than before, with the help of everyone from the guild.

Gray however, did not have the guild as his number one priority. Sure, he was putting his heart and soul into fixing the place he loved, the place he and his friends called their home.

But there was just something on his mind that kept bugging him. As if he had unfinished business to attend to.

And every time his eyes landed on Juvia, he was reminded just what that little something in his head was. He promised her an answer, right before the war began. Now that the war was over, he just didn’t know exactly what to do. Hell, he was so stuck he hadn’t even talked to her for the past couple days. As much as he hated to admit it, he was avoiding her.

While Gray was a stubborn man, he wasn’t a stupid one. Especially after this war he knew where is head was at and what Juvia meant to him, but he didn’t know how to put his jumbled thoughts into words.

As he caught himself staring at Juvia as she painted the walls for, well, he didn’t even know how long, he decided to take a break hammering the floor for a second.

“I’m gonna go get some air” He said to Laxus who was hammering with him.

“Sure, Fullbuster. But don’t take all day. We got a lot more work to do.” He harshly reminded Gray as he turned around and began to walk out.

“Yeah, yeah.” He waved his hand and continued for the door, well, where the new door would be going.

As Gray away from the guild, he saw a certain place stick out to him. It was the balcony he and Juvia had their last real conversation. Where he promised her an answer.

But honestly, Gray didn’t know what the answer was. He didn’t even know where to start! How could he put his feelings, his emotions into an “answer”? What would he say? Where would he do it? When? How would he even start the damn conversation?!

“Gray-sama?”

All of his questions came to a screeching halt, and any minuscule scraps of a “plan” he had came crashing down.

He jolted up from the edge he’d been leaning on and quickly turned his body around to face Juvia. Just the very sight of her drained everything from his mind. He just looked at her so–so differently now. He saw her in a completely different light yet it seemed so right? And maybe even familiar? As if a part of him had seen her like this all along. It was all so strange but so familiar. He didn’t know what to make of it, or even what to say.

“J-Juvia!? What’re you doing here?”

“Juvia did not mean to frighten you! But–” She stopped and looked to the ground while fiddling with her fingers in her hands. “I saw you leave, so Juvia followed you.” She said more timidly.

“Well, I just came out to get some air. We should head back.” Gray avoided eye contact with Juvia and began to walk back to the guild.

“Oh. O-ok.” Juvia said even quieter, and much sadder.

His mind was practically screaming at him: “What are you doing you idiot!? Now’s your chance! Talk to her!” But his mouth remained shut and his legs kept walking past her.

Maybe he was a stupid man after all.

“No.” He thought to himself.

He planted his feet before he let himself walk too far away from her. Before he let this chance slip away. Because if anyone knew that life was too short, it was Gray. The world could be a cruel place. He might’ve never gotten the chance to speak to Juvia again for all he knew. Juvia could get taken from him all over again, and he would look back at this moment and hate himself for never getting to say what he wanted to say. He was not going to ignore this feeling anymore, because he might never get the chance to express it again.

“Juvia, I wanna’ say something.” He said, sure of himself. But as soon as Juvia looked up at him with those adorable big eyes that were glistening with slightly welled up tears, he lost it all over again. Just why did she have to look at him like that?!

“Yes, Gray-sama?” She asked, more curious than sad, now.

“Well- I- uh–” He looked around and itched the back of his head.

As he stuttered out somer more gibberish, his eyes met Juvia’s again. This time though, her gaze put him at ease. As her head tilted, the azure waves of her hair slightly fell and parted perfectly, just like always. Her slightly puckered and parted lips along with her hooded doe eyes beckoned him. He felt as though his eyes could get lost in the ocean that were hers, and, did she always have such long eyelashes?

“Do you remember before the war? When I–” He paused. The words just were falling out of his mouth, even though he tried his very best to make sense of it all in his head. “–promised you my answer?”

“Oh of course! How could Juvia forget!” She lit up instantly and a natural smile spread across her face. Gray always loved that about her– how the littlest things could always put her in a better mood and make her happy again. As if she wasn’t feeling the opposite just a second ago.

“Well, to be honest,” Gray strolled back over to the ledge and rested his elbows back on the ledge. “I kind of can’t stop thinking about it”

“Oh?” Juvia hastily followed him to the ledge. “Is that why you’ve been avoiding Juvia?”

“Yeah.” He admitted. He turned his head to Juvia. “I’m surprised you haven’t come up to me before today, actually.”

“Juvia figured Gray-sama would talk to Juvia when the time was right. But, it had been days since you’ve even stood in the same room as me. So Juvia decided to come talk to Gray-sama.” She said simply. She then leaned her body over the ledge and placed her elbows on it, just as Gray was.

“I see.” Gray looked back out onto Magnolia.

Before anything else was said, Juvia scooted over and rested her head on Gray’s shoulder. It startled him a bit at first, since Gray was never the touchy-feely type, but he didn’t say anything. He just looked down at Juvia, saw her peaceful smile and closed eyes, and looked back out.

“Juvia’s thankful that you’ve been by her side.” Gray eyes widened a bit, and he looked back down at Juvia, listening to her. “Through it all, you’ve always been there with me, Gray-sama. I’m very grateful to have you.” Gray remembered words very similar to those when he said them a little while ago, in that very same place, right before the war.

“Hm.” He hummed. “Suddenly I have a weird case of Deja Vu.” He huffed a small chuckle.

She lifted her head from his shoulder. “Juvia said those words over and over and over again during the war. It’s what kept me alive, really. It was my spirit. Knowing that Juvia was a help to you, knowing you were grateful for Juvia, knowing Juvia would get an answer after the war was over. It all contributed to my fight. That was my reason for fighting. So that Juvia could remain at your side, helping you, Gray-sama. And then when Juvia took her life for you. And why Juvia did that blood transfusion–” Chills were sent down Gray’s spine as a look of disgust was put on his face. He hated thinking about that day. How he thought he lost her. It was complete agony. “– it was all because I love you.” She looked over and smiled sweetly at him.

“And Gray-sama has been there just the same for Juvia. So, thank you.” Juvia leaned over and placed a cheek on Gray’s cheek.

Gray felt his face warm up, and he knew he was blushing. He looked back out in front of him, slightly embarrassed.

“Well, you don’t have to thank me for something like that” Gray stood up from the ledge, and turned to Juvia, looking at her. “Because I will always be by your side.”

Juvia looked up from the ledge with wide eyes and blushed cheeks. “And I mean that, Juvia.” Gray continued. “I will always be there when you need me and when you’re in any type of danger, or just if you need someone to talk to, even. For whatever you need.”

“Gray-sama…” Juvia said, almost like she was in a daze.

“And- and when you did that blood transfusion, and I thought I lost you… I– I can’t let that happen again. And I’m sorry you had to ever put yourself in that kind of danger for me. So I will be by your side. I will protect you so you’ll never have to do something like that again.” Gray was more serious than ever. Something as precious as Juvia’s life meant so much to him.

“I said I was gonna’ take your feelings seriously, and I mean it. No more uncertainties, no more waiting for answers.” Grays mind was going a mile a minute, and everything seemed to be flowing out of his brain and onto his tongue perfectly. “This is it. Just you and me.” He paused for a moment. “Forever.” He blurted. He was really blushing now.

Juvia stood up straight, across from Gray. “Forever?” She repeated.

“Yeah. Forever.” Gray confirmed with complete certainty and seriousness on his face.

A huge smile took up Juvia’s whole face. “Oh, Gray-sama!” She squealed as she held arms up into their and jumped into his, wrapping her arms tightly around Gray’s neck.

Gray paused for a moment and staggered back, but a smile eventually snuck its way onto Gray’s face as well, and he reciprocated the hug. Juvia continued to squeal and it made Gray chuckle as he wrapped a second arm around her.

“Alright, Juvia you’re kind of choking me.” Gray murmured out as Juvia’s arms slowly got tighter.

“Juvia is just so happy!” She loosened her grip and pulled away slightly to face Gray.

“I can see that.” Gray smirked.

“Well isn’t Gray-sama happy too?” Juvia asked.

Gray paused for a bit. He took a moment to look down at the woman in his arms. It was the woman he’d risked his life for time and time again, the woman who showered him with unconditional love that Gray never knew that he needed, the woman who drove him crazy, the woman who could be so thick at times, but was so clever and smart and knew him better than anyone else, the woman who would do absolutely anything for him, the woman he cared about more than anyone. And he was sure.

“Yeah.” He smiled. “I am.”

Juvia matched his smile with an even bigger one. She fully broke free from his arms and placed her hands on his cheeks as she pulled him in for a much awaited kiss.

Gray was shocked for a good few seconds and wasn’t sure what to do until he finally rested his hands on the small of Juvia’s back and fell into the sweet kiss of the woman that Gray would call his.

Forever.

Thank you, Hiro Mashima, for bringing this beautiful couple into my life. And thank you for the adventure.

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Illness

So I was inspired by @bun-bunmuse‘s fic she wrote on Mr. G and decided to write my own reverse take on it. Only problem is... I went over board on it... as usual...

So please take your time to read the fic as I tried my best to write from Sasster’s perspective. I’m not very good at writing another’s muse so please keep this in mind. If anything is ooc for Sasster, please let know mother @stealthnerd. I enjoyed writing this but was terrified of posting it. This is way out of my comfort zone so hopefully this pays off...

It had been several months since the strange wolf girl had been living in the underground with the Royal Scientist and his two brother. From the moment he saw her, he knew something was different about her. Not just in her appearance alone. Sure, she looked like a human with wolf ears and a fluffy tail attached to her, that was strange in itself alone. What really caught his eye was her soul...

The size of her soul was small compared to the human souls he's encountered, but that wasn't what stood out the most to him. Her soul was fractured, cracked, something he had never seen or even believed was possible for a human-like soul. You see, her's wasn't 100% human. It was only half. The other half was monster which of course peaked the ghoul's interest in her. It was upright like a human's, however the color of the soul was a faded greenish blue, an obvious mix of two of the seven human soul traits; KINDNESS and INTEGRITY.

If it wasn't for the fact that he listened to his consciousness most of the time, he would of gladly experimented on her to figure out how this was even possible. He would've been lying to himself if he said the thought had never crossed his mind. On the other hand, he could very well deny ever thinking of doing such a horrible thing to her since she was practically family now. Actually, she was more than family to him. She was in a relationship with the Royal Scientist, she was his girl friend.

How this came to be is still a mystery to them and everyone else. Sasster had a reputation anyone in their right mind would label as undateable. He was rude half, if not most of the time, had an ego that transcends time and space, arrogance reincarnated, and the sassiest and most sarcastic monster you'd ever meet. You'd be nuts to think he was anything close to boy friend material and yet here he was, in a close relationship with this small wolf girl. Just like any relationship though, it wasn't perfect. Not in the least.

Fear had crept it's way into the ghoul's withered heart. He kept trying to find every reason to push her away. He knew very well it was hurting her and in all honesty he hated seeing her hurt by his own actions. However, in his mind, he felt it was the best thing for them or to be more accurate, for himself. It wasn't that he didn't trust her. He trusted her just as much as he trusted his brothers. It was the fear of her learning about his dark secrets that was causing him to push her away. If she ever caught wind of some of the things he'd done in his past, he was sure it would only lead to double heartbreak for the both of them.

You might be thinking “if he really trusted her, he would trust she wouldn't judge him for his past actions. Their in the past for a reason. He's not the same person he was back then.” and you would be correct. Fear is a strong negative trait that, once it settles itself in the heart, it only grows more and more with each passing moment. The only thing stronger then fear is love... and that was the very thing he was lacking..

“I don't understand. Why is she still pushing back?” Sasster thought to himself as he made his way through the snow to the front door. He had just returned from the laboratory after spending the whole day there trying to ignore these thoughts he had kept in the back of his mind.

“I mean, for someone who doesn’t even have perseverance as a soul trait, she’s being overly stubborn with me. It’s unheard of to be dealing with this level of stubbornness!” he grumbled to himself, reaching for the door knob. Maybe if he had done this when she was still a shy, nervous wreck, he wouldn't be dealing with this.

The ghoul's hand stiffen to a pause as the thought crossed his mind. No... if he had done it then, she most likely would've broken down into tears and-... He quickly shook his head, bringing himself back to the present. He didn't want to think about what she could have done... He knew exactly what she would have done. That didn't make it any less painful for him to recall.

It took him a few moments to recollect himself from his thoughts before proceeding to open the door. He was a bit surprised to be met with silence when he entered the house, as he was usually greeted by the little wolf girl. Maybe she finally got the message and was sulking in his room somewhere? Hopefully that was the case. The ghoul monster let out a sigh of relief as he walked inside. Finally, he could rest easy on his thoughts. Things won't be the same between them but at least she would still be around. That's all that mattered to him.

However, there was this feeling of dread he couldn't shake from his soul. Something wasn't right. It was too quiet. Not that he didn't mind it being quiet. It was just... odd for it to be this quiet at this hour. Something was telling him to check the living room...

When he turned to face the entrance of the room, Sasster immediately felt his soul drop within himself. Lying in the middle of the floor, passed out and unmoving, was the wolf girl herself.

“G-Gen?!”

Sasster cried as he rushed over to the small girl, kneeling down beside her. He was in shock. What happened to her? Why was she passed out on the floor? She was fine this morning! ...Aside from her making a comment about feeling unsteady and weak, claiming she was just tired. His glowing purple eyes widened in realization as he stared down in horror. Quickly but gently he scooped her up in his arms, holding her close to his chest. She was warm. Too warm. Almost burning. A sinking feeling suddenly came over him. He knew what was wrong with her... and it terrified him.

“so... any idea what it could be?” Sans asked his older as he watched the ghoul tuck the small girl into his bed.

“Pneumonia... She has Pneumonia.” Sasster answered after a long pause of silence. This wasn't the first time Gen had been sick. When he first took her in from finding her in the snow, she was suffering from a minor cold. A few coughs here and there with a runny nose. Nothing serious. She got over it real quick after being fed some warm food and drink. By day 3 she was all better.

This was different though. She wasn't just sick, she was sick with what humans call Pneumonia. This may not cause alarm to most humans in this day and age since the advancement of medical science has made such illnesses like this easily treatable. But for a society of monsters who don't catch the same illnesses humans do, it's much more challenging caring for a human suffering from one. Especially with limited resources and knowledge of these illnesses. He would have to care for her personally if he wanted her to recover. There was a high chance she wouldn't make it if he didn't. That was the last thing he wanted... A repeat from his past.

“that explains the coughing early today. she started up as soon as you left for work. said it was nothing to worry about. shouldn't of trusted her word. Now she's worse off then before.” Sans said as he looked up at his tall ghoul brother. He could sense his brother was extremely anxious. Although Dings may not express his emotions as well as most, there were always little hints in his body language would drop. Having been raised by his older brother, Sans learned how to identify these 'signals'. He was always aware of how his brother was feeling, even when he tried to hide it from him.

He noticed Dings' right eye was glowing more intensely then normal as he gazed down the young girl. That wasn't a good sign. His right eye would only glow whenever he felt high levels of emotions, especially when he was surprised or excited. This time, it was glowing more intensely then normal. He would have to be careful with his wording if he wanted to put Dings' nerves at ease...

“Sans...”

“hm?”

“...Inform King Asgore I'll be taking a leave of absence for a few weeks. I am uncertain for how long. I estimate about 2 or 3 weeks. Tell him something 'showed up' at home and I need to take a few weeks off. I will not make further contact with anyone until then.”

“are you sure about this, dings? i mean, we're so close to reaching a breakthrough. you said so yourself. do you really think it's wise to stop now?”

“If we continue to focus on the experiment while she's this ill, she will have little chance of surviving. As much as I want to go through with the project, I can not risk her well being over it. She may suffer from permanent damage to her health or worse, she may die from poor health...”

Sasster let a deep sigh escape him as he finished. He wasn't going to take risks when it came to her. It would be irresponsible of him to even try to when she still had that nasty fracture in her soul. That will be something he'll need to fix immediately, once this was over. For too long he's put off trying to find ways to heal it without accidentally shattering her soul in the process. He probably would have continued to put it off, if not for this illness reminding him of her soul's condition.

“dings, i know what you're thinking.” Sans replied as he shortcutted to the doorway, standing between it. “you gotta stay positive when in this kind of situation. as long as she's in your care, she will get better.” When Sasster didn't reply, he knew to drop the subject. His brother was no longer interested in continuing the conversation. Besides, Sans had to deliver that message to the king. He could be lazy and call the king but he knew it would be better to do it in person.

“...i'll, uh, go tell king fluffybuns you'll be taking a little vacation. what should we tell Papy when he gets home?”

“Tell him Gen is very sick and I'll be caring for her myself. If he wishes to help, he can assist me in cooking her meals. He is not to disturb her in any way. She needs to rest as much as possible.”

“you got it dings. i'll be back in a yiffy.”

With a wink and that ever present grin of his, Sans teleported away, leaving his older brother alone with the sick girl. Sasster couldn't help himself from groaning at Sans awful pun. He still managed to make dumb puns despite the seriousness of the situation. And why did it matter to him how he felt over this? What he felt or thought did not matter at the moment. Restoring Gen to her full health was what mattered and that was precisely what he was going to focus on. He wasn't going to have a repeat of what happened to his friend long ago. Not after spending years and years of his time studying to prevent it from ever happening again.

“I promise I'll take care of you. I won't be as arrogant and naive with you as I was with them"

Two weeks pass and Gen wasn't any better than she was two weeks before. Her condition was getting worse with no signs of any recovery. At this point, the scientist was at his wits end. Why wasn't she getting better? Why was she only getting worse? He had been taking care of her exactly like he studied. He knew how to care for this illness, along with many others. So why wasn't she recovering? It wasn't adding up...

“She's not getting any better, Sans!” Sasster exclaimed as her sat on the couch, dragging his hands down his face in frustration. “I don't know that I'm doing wrong. She should be fine but she's only getting worse with each passing day. If this keeps up she'll...-”

“dings, you gotta calm yourself. there's still time to help her.”

“I-I know I just-I'm worried she's not going to make it...”

“dings...”

“I can't sleep. I end up watching her all night, keeping an eye on her. Always checking to make sure she's still breathing...” He felt his emotions stirring deep inside himself as his mind swarmed with negativity. Just last night he laid down next to her and held her close to himself... something he never thought he'd do with anyone willingly, even if it was a close family member. He normally didn't like physical contact and yet he found himself craving it from her... He missed when she would ask to cuddle with him. He missed hearing her voice, seeing her smile... He missed everything about her. He just wanted her to get better...

“dings... has it ever crossed your mind that she doesn't want to get better?”

“What in Asgore's name are you talking about? Why wouldn't she want to get better???”

“because she knows you're going to continue pushing her away and she doesn't want to wake up to that reality. what else could be the reason be? you've been trying so hard to undo the bond you've made with her despite how close you've grown to her. You don't think that would effect someone's will to live? especially someone like her who's been nothing but pushed away by her own family?”

Sasster couldn't find the words to respond. True, it wouldn't be unlike her to respond in such a drastic way... She did have a painful and inhumane life on the surface. The ones she called “mom and dad” did nothing but abuse her after turning 14. She still believes she was a horrible daughter to them and deserved the scars embedded into her back and stomach. A low growl rumbled deep in the ghoul's chest as he remembered looking over them... They looked as if a large animal swiped their claws over her back and stomach. Not enough to cause serious injury but enough to leave a scar. The idea of her own parents abusing her in such a horrific way made his blood boil.

Wait, why was he even thinking about this? That wasn't the point. The point was Sans was right. Gen wasn't getting better because she didn't want to... She most likely felt it would be better to pass away then to live like their relationship never was. As much as his ego and pride was screaming at him to deny these assumptions, he couldn't bring himself to. He made a mistake. He let his fears and insecurities come between their relationship and now they were both suffering from it as a result. He knew what he had to do. He only prayed it wasn't too late...

Sasster didn't have to say a word to Sans as he got up from the couch and headed towards the steps. Sans understood right away what he was doing. Dings may be an asshole, but he can also admit when he's made a mistake, when it counts at least. This being one of those times.

“good luck, dings. you're going to need it.”

She looked even worse than she did a few hours ago! All color in her skin was drained to a ghost white and her body was sweating up a storm. The sight of her twisted his heart in ways he could not comprehend. Never in his life had he ever thought he'd share such feeling for someone... He always thought he was content with having his brothers' company until she came along. She was part of his family, his life. She was everything to him... He could see that now.

As he approached the bedside, the ghoul monster began to feel a strong urge to lay down with the wolf girl. Carefully, he positioned himself over top of her and laid down, resting his against her chest as he dug his arms under her small body. Gen's breaths were heavy and weak to his non existent ears. Even her heart beat didn't sound any better. If she really was to pass away this very night, he would stay with her till the end. But not before he said a few things to her...

“...I'm... I'm sorry Gen. I'm sorry for pushing you away. I know now that's why you aren't getting better. Maybe you aren't even aware you're doing this to yourself... I shouldn't of done that to you. I shouldn't of given into my fears. I made a huge mistake and I regret every moment of it.”

Hot tears slowly began to run down his pale white face as he laid there with her. He wasn't ready to lose her. Not like this. She meant too much to him. He... He loved her. He loved her with all his heart, all his soul. He wasn't ready to let go. He wasn't ready to say good bye...

“I... I love you, Gen. Please don't leave me like this...”

The ghoul monster ended up falling asleep on top of the small wolf girl, his head still resting gently on her chest. After so many sleepless nights trying to care for her, he finally pass out from the extra stress he went through that night. He was out cold. What a surprise it was for Gen when she opened her eyes to find his head over her chest. He looked completely exhausted. How long had he been there? And more importantly, how long had she been out? She remembered being really sick for a few days, watching Sasster as he cared for her. Then one day she felt really depressed and decided to try to sleep it off... She must have been extremely sick because she never woke up exactly after that. She had faint memories of waking up to be feed but that was it. There was nothing else to recall.

She didn't really care about any of that though at the moment. All she cared about was right in front of her. He looked so cute sleeping on top of her like this. He must have been really worried about her...

“You don't need to worry about me anymore, Gaster. I'm feeling much better now. You'll see... Once you wake up that is. Hee hee~.” she said as she placed a kiss oh his forehead, snuggling her head against his like a wolf does with its pack.

“Oh and for the record... I knew you loved me before you even admitted it to me in my dreams. That's why I was being stubborn with you. Cause you're so emotionally constipated, you can't even tell when you're in love with someone. But that's okay. You're lucky I've learned to read you just as well as your brothers. You probably can't hear me but hopefully you do... in your dreams. Hee hee hee~.”

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