#p.s. i'm skipping tomorrow!

[liaarxse]

tr boys when y/n has issues accepting that they actually do love her

Yesterday, today and tomorrow

Characters: Nahoya Kawata, Manjiro Sano, Kazutora Hanemiya

Warnings: Fluff, a bit of angst in Kazutoras part

A/n: Literally pulled out the biggest smile when I saw this request. Also, yes, Nahoya again. I just love writing for him. idk why (cuz he a crackhead)

P.s: Remember, it was said multiple times that Toman doesn't hurt women, sunshines. Don't think they'd break your precious hearts. They'd be just a bit hard to deal with <3

—NAHOYA KAWATA

Okay, we've all seen that one best/worst boyfriend chart our friend Ken Wakui made.

Personally, I threw a fit when I saw who were the worst.

Then I thought about Nahoya. He seemed a bit like a fuck boy, you get what I mean? Yeah, no.

Then I thought about it again

I examined the post a bit more after I found it in English and read what Takemichi said. If Mikey and Kazutora would be the top worst because they're reckless, Nahoya would obviously be even tamer

So personally, I believe Nahoya is in the top three just because he has a carefree type of living way. Like, he isn't scared of fighting, killing, and all. I mean, he probably IS scared to kill but doesn't show it.

How's he a red flag again? I don't believe them.

But for one, he'd never cheat on you. He'll be loyal as hell. Maybe if he wasn't in a relationship in one of the time skips where it showed the top members he'd fuck around with chicks (straight hair grown up Nahoya gives me fuckboy energy), but since the change and he's now working with his brother In their ramen shop? Get that thing out of your head.

Because for him to get in a relationship, he must dearly love and respect you.

Keep in mind that he also has to trust you since, in one way, if you're not to be trusted and/or are somewhat dangerous, he's putting his brother in danger as well.

But that's besides the point.

He loves you.

It's painfully obvious

He protects you, he trusts you, he spoils you in his own ways

He loves you

Maybe it's past relationship trauma that causes you to think it's all a facade

Which brings us to today's scenario

You're in Nahoya's room since his brother is out all day and you didn't bother to fix yours

You were looking around his room while he was testing the new straightener you got him since his broke

Examining the objects around you, your eyes land on a frame right above his toman uniform. It was of you two

You wondered why he would frame such a picture on the wall over his gang uniform. You mostly didn't like it because you hated the way you came out in the picture

Getting off his bed, you walked over to the opposite wall and stared at the picture for a good minute

Nahoya noticed that from the reflection on the mirror in front of him, but his smile just grew a tad bit more and returned to straightening his hair

You pursed your lips together in thought and reached to grab it

"Oi!" He exclaimed with a giggle. "Hands off."

You flinched when he suddenly spoke and turned to him with a raised brow

"What? Why?"

"Because," He turned around to face you. "I know you'll throw the pic away."

You weren't going to lie. If you stared at it for a bit more, you would've made the paper rip itself. You hated how you came out!

"But I look horrible!"

"I know." He laughed, but it quickly died down to a chuckle when he saw you glaring at him. "I'm kidding, babe. You look hella cute!"

You quickly turned around to hide the blush that appeared on your face. Crossing your arms, you were still staring at the picture

Being too caught in the act, you didn't realize when Nahoya finally finished straightening his hair and came up to you. He loosely wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his chin on your shoulder, mockingly copying your slightly frustrated face

You noticed that and rolled your eyes with a soft groan, which earned you some snickering from him. He pressed a kiss to your cheek before nuzzling his own to yours

"Why did you frame this?"

"Because it's special."

"How is it special?" Your voice grew confused. It's just a picture, nothing much

"Reminds me of the main reason I never give up."

Your blood went cold. What?

"What do you mean by that?"

"You're my main priority, babe. You, your safety, your smile." He chuckled at how cheesy he sounded. "That's why I framed us right over my gang uniform. Every time I have to change for a brawl or even just a meeting, I'm reminded of the smile that will greet me in the end and will always be there."

That didn't sound like Nahoya. For a moment, you even thought if that wasn't just some doppelganger

Until he smacked your ass

Yeah that's him

He loves you, and without realizing it, he just made all your problems fade away

Looking at the picture now, maybe, just maybe, it isn't as bad as you thought it was.

+ Your little twin girls found the picture in some box while playing and made fun of how you both looked. It was never to be seen again. It was under your mattress

— KAZUTORA HANEMIYA

So. Second worst boyfriend on the list.

Let's be honest, if your love language is quality time this won't work

Not that he won't want to spend time with you, but Juvenile? Sorry baby, they stole him from you

Kazutora loves you so much. He'd kill for you, and he'll die for you. No questions asked. He once even tried to break out from Juvenile because he couldn't take being far away from you anymore.

You visit him every day for as long as you can, bringing him gifts, telling stories, saying how much you miss him

But sometimes you wondered, does he love you?

"Baby!" A happy Kazutora exclaimed when you finally entered the meeting room and waited for you with a happy smile to sit down, on the opposite side of him, thick glass keeping you both separate.

"Hey, baby." You chuckled, adjusting in your seat.

It wasn't a lie how excited he was every day to see you. Sometimes, like today, he'd make you small diy gifts and show them off to you, explaining every minor detail from the inspiration, materials, hidden message, time taken, everything

And you kept them all on a special separate shelf in your room

"So that's my gift for you today! Do you like it?"

"I love it, 'Tora."

It was a small origami rose, which was actually very well made, considering he had to use his imagination

You both talk for a few moments before the chattering died down. You knew what that meant and quickly wiped the already falling tears

You hated this

You hated how close yet how far he was from you

You just wanted to break the damn glass and embrace him, never letting go

And he damn well knows he wants it too

But he can't, and neither can you

He was recently taken in, 3 years ago

Which means he'll be out in 7 years

Which felt like a lifetime for both of you

His biggest fear was you'd find someone new and leave him

Which he wouldn't even be mad about, considering he just ruined both your lives

But you stay consistent, you visit every single day, and even if you don't manage to, you always send him gifts and make up for it when you see each other.

But people's patience runs out at some point, and that point is today

You never meant to say this

You never meant to question his love for you because you both knew it was there and growing every passing day

So why did you ask? Was it the loneliness you felt every time you stepped out of the room and he wasn't there by your side? Was it the thrust to just be able to hold his hand? Was it the pain you felt every night where, instead of saying goodnight to him, you turned to a frame with a photo of him and said it to it?

You didn't know. He didn't know

The only thing you remember after that was the sound of glass shattering, alarms going off, and Kazutora hugging onto you as if it was your last minute on Earth.

You just cling to him, never wanting to let go again

You felt the tears fall when he kissed you, feeling all his love attack you in that one moment before the guards arrived and took him away

Your little moment lasted around 10 seconds, probably even less, but it felt like eternity to both of you

Visits were banned for a week until they changed the glass into an even more thick and unbreakable one

You dashed to the building the second they opened visiting hours again

And to be fair, even if that cost him 4 more months in juvenile, it was worth it when you finally managed to continue with your lives after his sentence

+ Your younger son thought it was funny while your older daughter cried her eyes out. I think you have 3 kids instead of two.

— MANJIRO SANO

Ah, yes. Our favorite dark impulse.

Listen, Mikey has to have FULL trust in you to even think about dating you. We're talking about Draken type of trust, if possible even more.

If Mikey falls for you, he will hit like fucking bedrock

If you don't reciprocate his feelings, he'd be hurt, but if you do, you're stuck for life

Mikey loves hard, and it's been proven so many times

It's the same as Kazutora. He'd kill for you.

Don't make him prove it. Just don't. You know, he knows, and everybody knows Mikey will do anything for you

So why ever question it?

You loved Manjiro, and he loved you. It was way too obvious to the point Emma already planned your whole future together

You knew that, but you always had this 'what it' thought in the back of your head, messing with you and you hated it

It was a normal afternoon. You were out with Mikey, just roaming around the city, eating at restaurants where they don't have flags so you brought your home-made ones, and spending way too much money on things you don't need

It was fun and all, just spending time together until he got a message from Draken which quickly brought him to his senses

He didn't want to leave you, but he had, so with a quick kiss on the lips he was off

You waved him goodbye with a smile and called up Emma and the girl just magically teleported to you in 10 minutes

She just loves you too much

Probably fought with Mikey for your hand at some point

You were having a blast with her until you both finally settled down at a café and talked about, just, anything and everything

You decided to share your thought with Emma and she quickly jumped, reassuring you that Mikey loved you with all his hesrt

She started showing you messages he's sent her about how he felt, what to get you and all sorts of things

But our beautiful Emma had her own 'what if' thought and when Mikey got home she instantly jumped on him

It was like, 1am when you heard his bike's engine roaring from outside your window. You got up and were met with a smiling Mikey and no more sleep for tonight

"Wake up, sleepy head. We need to talk."

The moment you got down to him, you were already zooming through the streets of Tokyo, but not in a racer-fast manner, just enought so you aren't like slugs on the roads

"Emma told me that—"

"I'm sorry, Mikey... I didn't mean to—"

"Please let me finish."

He talked for like, a whole ass hour. About everything that includes you both.

He brought you to tears ngl

His words just hit so deep that the thought immediately disappeared

Maybe it was he words of affirmation he used, the quality time he spend riding all night with you to ease your worries, the gift he gave you when you watched the sunrise and the fact you woke up in your bed later on with a small letter from him and a chibi drawing of both of you at the corner that kept a smile on your face till the end of you days

And you damn well know you lived one long ass life with Manjiro

And I'm kinda surprised to be honest

Not because you could've died while he was in Toman or anything, but because your kid is 3 times worse than Mikey.

+ Your son found his old gang uniform and wore it to school. The next teacher-parent conference was one hell of a trip.

[thatgenericwriter]

The Moment Of Heat || Sam Winchester

Paring: Sam Winchester x gn!reader

Summary: dying day after day is going to be the death of you, ironic right?

Warnings: swearing

Word Count: 1.2k

p.s. based on season 3 ep 11 (mystery spot) and part 2 of the Heat of the Moment series

p.s.s. read part one here

༶•┈┈୨♡୧┈┈•༶༶•┈┈୨♡୧┈┈•༶༶•┈┈୨♡୧┈┈•༶

You let the brothers deal with interviewing the people in the Mystery Spot as you were a little preoccupied scanning literally everything that could potentially kill you. A lady accidentally bumped into you and you about pissed your pants.

You shoot nervous and pleading glances at Sam hoping they will finish up soon. Finally, they walk up to you and tell you about their findings, or lack thereof, before you walk outside.

You can tell that Dean is still having a hard time wrapping his head around all of this. "So we die at the same time and then you two wake up and repeat the day again?" You and Sam, who you have now realized is walking very close to you, nod in agreement. You can see that Dean has an idea by the smug look on his face. "Okay! So let's just make sure we don't die. If we make it to tomorrow, then maybe the loop stops and we can figure all this out."

Sam looks at Dean like he has two heads before turning to you. "I think it's worth a shot." You say while shrugging, "I say we grab some takeout and head back to the motel, lay low until midnight."

Dean starts walking backwards with a big smile on his face. "All right, good. Who wants Chinese?" That puts a smile on your face as you skip happily next to Dean, ready to finally get a chance to eat, but you don't even make it three more steps before a big ass table falls from the sky onto both of you.

You wake up again fucking pissed you rush to get ready and meet up with Sam again at the dinner. After telling Dean what happened once again you guys start coming up with theories.

"So, uh ... If you're stuck in "Groundhog Day", why? What's behind it?" Dean asks while you lean your head against Sam, who doesn't say anything but slightly moves so that you can be comfortable, which you appreciate.

"Well, first I thought it was the Mystery Spot. Now I'm not so sure." Sam sighs remembering how you jumped whenever someone looked in your direction. He just wished that they could figure this out soon so you could stop suffering.

Dean looks between the two of you before asking what Sam's plan is. "Well, we keep you guys breathing. Try to make it to tomorrow. I mean, that's the only thing I can think of." Dean looks around smugly, "Shouldn't be too hard."

You let out a big sigh and lean even further into Sam, "Says you. Your memory gets wiped clean. You don't have to wake up every day knowing you're just going to die again."

They both look at you with pity clear on their faces. Sam wraps his arm around you while Dean tries to find a way to cheer you up. "Well, nothing's set in stone. You say I order the same thing every day, right?" You hum in agreement.

"Excuse me!" Dean calls out to Doris batting his eyelashes at her, "Can I get sausage instead of bacon?" Doris yells back agreeing to his request. He turns around to both of you smugly, "See? Different day already. You see if you and I decide that I am not gonna die – I'm not gonna die."

Doris brings over Dean's order, complete with his sausage, which he immediately starts to choke on. Panic crosses your features as a metallic taste starts to form in your mouth. You quickly move away from Sam as blood starts to flood your mouth.

Sam watches you and Dean struggle to breathe feeling helpless as he calls out to you both. He turns your face to look at him, "Meet us at Wartburg Lodge room 27! Okay!?"

You try to give a thumbs up but you are waking up in your bed gasping for air before you even get a chance. Quickly, you get dressed and start making your way to the lodge, but you barely get a few blocks away before you are hit by a bus.

When you wake up again you contemplate even trying to leave your apartment, but then you think about being alone all day and that scares you even more so you start your journey to the lodge once more.

You didn't even make it to the front door of your apartment building before you died.

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

You wake up and die again. Gas explosion, then a burglary gone wrong. Dead, dead, dead, dead. It didn't matter what you and Sam did, nothing worked. You and Dean died every time. Every. Single. Time.

Sam was your only saving grace at this point. On the days where you guys lasted a little longer than usual were spent with casual chatter between the two of you, which eventually turned into flirting. Now you and Sam are teetering on the edge of a weird never-ending relationship.

Walking into the dinner you slide yourself into the booth with Sam as he casually puts his arm around you and pulls you in closer to his side almost protectively. You lean your head on his shoulder as you listen to him tell Dean for the literal hundredth time about what is happening to you guys.

After the stupid argument they have every day, you guys take your normal walk. Sam intertwines his fingers with yours as you name all of the things that are going to happen. Then something extraordinary happens. Dean breaks the cycle.

He asks the blonde lady about the fliers in her hands.

"A hundred Tuesdays and you never bothered to check what she was holding in her hands?" Sam shrugs as Dean holds up the flyer. It's a missing poster for a guy named Dexter Hasselback. "That's his daughter back there." Sam grabs the flyer and runs after the blonde girl.

You stay back with Dean to try and keep him from doing anything stupid to get you guys killed again, but when you look over at him he's already trying to make friends with the dog tied near you. You try to stop him but it's too late.

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

You are with Sam in the booth again, but this time he brought his computer with him. You look over his shoulder as he reads the article out loud. "So the police report says Dexter Hasselback is a professor, but that's not all he is. I talked to his daughter. Guy's quite the journalist. Columns in magazines, a blog."

You look up as the man at the counter leaves. 'Does he always do that?' You watch as he walks past the window, no longer interested in the boy's conversation.

You guys stand up from the booth and you look at the now empty spot at the counter noticing something new. You pull on Sam's jacket sleeve and point to the now empty chair. Dean looks between the two of you confused. "What's wrong?"

Sam starts to pull you out of the dinner and after the guy. "This guy has maple syrup for the last hundred Tuesdays, all of a sudden he's having strawberry?"

Dean jogs slightly to catch up with the two of you letting out a sarcastic comment. "It's a free country. Man can't choose his own syrup, huh? What have we become?"

Sam shakes his head aggressively, speeding up even more. "Not in this diner. Not today. Nothing in this place ever changes. Ever. Except y/n and I."

Sadly, that would not be the day you catch the man, Dean getting hit by another car sealed your fate, however, you had faith the next day would bring answers.

[stop-talking]

please don’t feel rushed to finish the chapters of your Derek fic! you’re a beautiful writer and you can’t rush something like that. personally, i’d wait weeks for it if I have to.

i haven’t even finished a single fic idea so the fact that you’ve finished that many chapters alone is so impressive ❤️❤️❤️

You're so sweet 😭😭❤️ I'm glad so many of you guys like my story!! Literally no one has rushed me, but I still feel obligated to give y'all a little update on my progress.

I'm trying to crank out at least one chaper every 3-4 days... but right now I'm kinda at the point in the story where when I'm planning I have to consider not only the next chapter but the story arch as a whole.

Like yes... there are many different directions that it could go in... but which one of those directions will leave me the best options for continuing it, yk?

Also I'm in a constant battle with myself to not just skip straight to smut. Because oh my god the things I want to do to Derek Danforth...

ANYWAYS I have not yet officially started writing ch. 7, I'm still mapping out the general direction I want to take the story in. Hopefully by tomorrow I'll have the major events all figured out + a solid idea of how many chapters I have left to write.

(P.S I'm running out of Derek images to use for the chapter headings... he's always on his damn phone in the movie and it doesn't make sense for my story since his phone doesn't have service 😭 so if yall wanna send Derek pics in my inbox I'd appreciate it 🙏)

[thesupreme316]

darius martin x female reader?? darius lies to his parents telling them he has a gf and so they invite her over for thanksgiving and the reader offers to help out darius and they do so and become an actual couple in the process.

#Grateful - Part 1 (Darius Martin x Fem!Reader):

Genre: Fluff, Acquaintances to Lovers, Fake Dating, Slow Burnish

Word Count: 1K

Supreme Speaks: Hey yall, thank you to @hooks-martin for this request. this is also a special request cause this is part of your GRADUATION PRESENT (congrats again I'm so proud). Imma do this in multiple parts (probably four/five parts) and I did kind of change up the request cause I saw it really working as acquaintances to lovers (my bad). i hope everyone enjoys this and if you have any suggestions or requests, send em in plz. P.S you are loved and appreciated

Warnings: Mentions of Alcohol, Deciving family to save from embarrassment, proofread I think

Taglist: @hooks-martin @wwenhlimagines @hookerforhook @triscillal @sheinthatfandom

Sunday, November 21, 2022

“We can’t wait to meet her.” Darius read from his phone, groaning as his brother cackled at his face. “Bro, I should have kept my mouth shut.”

“I told you so!” Dante said with a smile. “Why didn’t you?”

“Cause they would have set me up with that one girl that they always liked for me.”

With Thanksgiving right around the corner, Darius and Dante was excited to see their family and eat delicious food. But the one thing that Darius wasn’t particularly ready for was the conversations; especially about his love life. Including all-star questions such as: “Who’s the lucky girl?, Why are you still single?, If you want we can connect you with Alexis from across the street”…..that one bothered him the most. So, to avoid those questions, Darius decided to exaggerate the truth (lie) and tell his family, particularly his mother and aunts, that he has a girlfriend to avoid any and all questions.

However, they all want to meet her (hence the text from his mom).

But the thing is....he doesn’t actually have a girlfriend.

And now he is sitting in the car with his brother and their best friends: Tyler (Hook), Anthony, and Andretti (Did y’all know that Andretti’s first name is apparently Tyler too?), contemplating whether he should go to Thanksgiving dinner as a fraud and liar or skip town and avoid all phone calls.

“Are you talking about Alexis?” Dante asked as his brother nodded his head. “She’s nice and all, but definitely not your type. I honestly can’t even see you with her”

“So now you need to find someone to play the role of your girlfriend?” Anthony asked, briefly taking his eyes off the road. “How are you going to do that when Thanksgiving is this Thursday?”

“I didn’t know she would have to make an appearance. I thought they were gonna take my word for it.” Darius pouted. He should of thought about that before running his mouth. But then again, Darius was never a good liar; so the fact that he was able to convince his family that he has a significant other was shocking.

Andretti turned around to join the conversation. “Maybe you go on Tinder or Hinge and just tell women your situation. Someone would eventually help you, especially if you pay them.”

Tyler shook his head, “Nah, that’s too messy and chicks are crazy on there (no offense to y’all).”

“Besides I would need them to be ready by tomorrow. The fam likes for us to be early to do more activities which means going home on Tuesday and stay until Friday.” Darius said sighing, who needs a plan now. “Maybe I should just ask Alexis to pretend for me.”

“Not a good idea. Again, she’s not your type. You’ll regret it.” Dante said in a sing-song voice making Darius roll his eyes. There was nothing wrong with Alexis, she just didn’t mash well with Darius’ personality. However, their families believe that they would be perfect for each other, despite the awkward tension between the two.

“But do you know who is your type?” Andretti asked, making the entire car go silent. “Y/N Y/L/N.” Dante, Tyler, and Anthony made various sounds and statements in agreement as Andretti smirked.

Darius slightly blushed. “AEW’s makeup artist?”

“Yeah! She’s pretty, funny as hell, and you two get along great.”

Anthony chimed in, “She’s also very stylish so you don’t have worry about her outfits.”

“That’s all true but they barely talk, even though he makes lovey dovey eyes at her.” Tyler snickered, making Darius blush harder. “So if anything, it’ll be hard for him to ask her to do this favor.”

“I do not make those kind of eyes to her!” Darius defended himself. “I just admire her work and think she is a nice person.” He was telling the truth. You and Darius weren’t the closest of friends, if anything you two were acquaints who worked together. You were closer with Anthony and Hook than you were to him. But he really did think that you were a very beautiful and nice individual, and maybe he did develop “admiration” for you.

“Yeah right. Anyways, don’t you have her number?” Andretti asked motioning to Darius’ phone, who nodded back in response. “Then call and ask her. The worst she could say is no.”

As he was thinking, Darius’ best friends were encouraging him to pick up the phone. Anthony even pulled over so he could force Darius to tap on your contact, refusing to move. His palms started to sweat as his brother took the phone and put it on speaker. It rang three times before your voice came through. “Hello?”

“H-hey Y/N!” Darius stuttered making everyone in the car face palm, including himself.

You were hanging out with Skye Blue and Willow Nightingale as you brought your phone to your ear. “Hey Darius! What do I owe for this phone call?”

“Um, I have a big favor to ask and I don’t know who else to call.”

“Go ahead.”

“Well, first, do you have plans for Thanksgiving?”

"No…" You drifted off

Darius explained the situation to you at least twice; due to his flustered state and you not really comprehending why he would call you about it. Again, you two weren’t close, but you have to be crazy if you thought that Darius wasn’t handsome and sweet as hell. After a moment of silence, you asked, “What’s in it for me?”

“Free thanksgiving dinner, all expenses paid trip to Minnesota. And free alcohol.” He said, making you grow quiet again. “Did I mention that the alcohol was free?”

You giggled, “Yes, you did. But I want something else in addition.”

“Name it, I’ll do anything.”

“I want that customized Top Flight hoodie you had on last week.”

“The one with the bleached designed?” He asked as you confirmed it. “Yes, I’ll get you one! Just please help me!” He quickly said. You went back to being quiet before giving your answer.

After hanging up, you let go of a breath that you didn’t even that you were holding on to. You slid down your chair making Skye look at you. “What happened?”







“Apparently I have a boyfriend now.” You quietly said, making Willow and Skye spit out their drinks.

[lestappenforever]

Monaaaa, beloved supplier of Lestappen goodness, you have done it once again!

After I’d thought I’d already read everything you’ve written I discovered the Speak Now or Forever Hold Your Peace one and wow, it was phe-no-men-al. I don’t want to call it my absolute favourite just yet, recency bias and all, but I’m pretty sure if I were to rank your fics tomorrow or so, it’d take the number one spot.

A short but not exhaustive list of my reactions/things I said out loud while reading:

Multiple “awwws”, giggling like a maniac, “biiiiitch” in varying volumes, sassy snapping my fingers, “you did not just do that” while grinning from ear to ear, “yeeeess” in varying volumes and lengths” and generally just a ton of happy/excited noises

Broken record and everything, but once again you absolutely blew it out of the park. Not only were Charles and Max amazingly written, the entire scene/ambiance was impeccable but also all other side characters were spot on. I’ll skip gushing about the little glimpses of Lando (I think my obsession with him is clear enough as is) but my side character highlight this time around was Valtteri. Such a small but powerful and fitting gesture, I loved it

Take all my praise my dear, you created another masterpiece.

Now excuse me, I’ll be off using my uni commute to search your blog for any and all other fics of yours that I might have missed

Lots of love and the biggest hug, M 🧡

P.S.: I saw you answered a question about translating your works yesterday and I was considering trying to create the german translation to one of your works, if you’re okay with it, to see if translation is something I’d enjoy doing. I suppose it’d also make sense to reveal who I am at that point.

M anon, my darling, how I sorely needed to see one of your asks in my inbox today. 🧡

You have no idea how happy it makes me to know that you enjoyed my Speak Now (Or Forever Hold Your Peace) fic! I had so much fun writing this last summer, and it fills my heart with warmth and love to know you enjoyed it. Thank you so, so much, you have truly made my day with your appreciation for one of my absolute favorite fics to write.

You are such a sweetheart, and I will never be able to express just how much joy your messages continue to bring me. It is such an honor that you keep taking the time out of your day to leave me these asks that put the biggest smile on my face.

I hope you're having a great day at uni, and I'm sending you the biggest hug (and all my love) right back. 🧡

P.S.: I would be so honored if you wanted to translate some of my work! So please feel free to do so and let me know if you do because that would make me so incredibly happy. 🥹

[medu-nefer]

I am Bored Out Of My Mind™ so I'm sharing what's probably going to kill me today ✨

Here's my laminar chamber, where I've spent most of my days since December of 2022.

I'm currently harvesting trying to harvest my MDA cells for my research (for my master's thesis) and my trypsin is not working and they're not coming off the wells ✨

It's been almost 2 hours and I doubt they're gonna be viable for flow cytometry tomorrow, as trypsin-steeped as they are.

I had a test in the morning so I skipped breakfast in order to get to the lab on time. I didn't drink coffee. The laminar's noise is starting to give me a headache. The cat sticker represents my state of mind, but if we wait long enough, perhaps my body too?

I know nobody cares but I will update - to preserve my sanity by taking breaks from trying to coax the cells out of their wells by a combination of tapping the plastic, murmuring encouraging words and crying softly.

P.S. If you ever hear it's a good idea to work on cells for your graduate work, no you didn't.

[kylorexy]

If THG's characters are a fanfic writers/readers, what do you feel would be their AO3/ffn account name and icon?

Also, what would be their preferred read (example : rating = K, T, G, M, E; type = canon, canon-divergent, modern AU etc.) and what kind of comments would they leave on a fic?

You can include as many characters as you can or want.

Thank you so much 😊

@curiousnonny

Oh geez, what a question! I feel like I'm not creative enough for a question like this, I can hardly make up my own account names. Let's see here...

Katniss: I feel like she would go classic, she's not trying to be flashy but she's also trying to not be obviously her, either. For fanfic, I think she's trying to get away from her reality a bit, so I'm going with canon-divergent and modern au reader and writer. She's reading up to Mature, but she skips sex scenes unless she's in the mood and she does not engage with gory fics. period. Username: WillowReads (nickname: Willow)

Peeta: Okay, I really truly believe Peeta would have at least two accounts, he's got his public account for all his reading. Obviously, it's called BakersBoy. And mostly he's reading G canon. His second account is his writing account, and he's writing all of it down. He's writing canon E, he's writing canon-divergent M, and modern au G/M. He needs to get the images in his head down on paper. If he's not writing it, he's making art to go with his favorite fics. Username: OfPetalsAndMutts (nickname: Pet)

Primrose: Primrose is Reading. It. All. I don't think she's much of a writer, but she's definitely a fic commentator and promoter. She's the cheerleader of any fandom she's in, and nothing is off limits for her. Username: Buttercup13 (nickname: Buttercup)

Gale: I'm not convinced Gale would do a lot of fanfic reading, but I can see him writing a quick snippet now and then. Mostly canon and canon-divergent, nothing rated over M. Username: GThorne (nickname: Gale. He's not trying to hide anything)

These are all the characters I feel I really know well enough to do. Maybe I'll take a crack at Johanna someday!

P.S. Mrs Everdeen 100% is involved with fandom and has written some of the most beautiful and devastating fics, and starts many of her chapters with "sorry I couldn't update last week, I had to pull a double shift at the hospital, my daughter broke her ankle (again!) and I had to take care of her, my late-husband's birthday was this past weekend and I needed some time to process that, and I'm taking on more medical students (my other daughter starts medical school soon!) starting tomorrow. but next update should be on time! xoMissLily"

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Through It All: A Sonamy Story - Chapter 7: “Sonic’s Letter”

Amy opened her mailbox, half-expecting to find a stack of mundane bills and advertisements. But amidst the sea of expected mail, her eyes caught sight of a lone envelope. It stood out like a ray of sunshine in the dimly lit box. She reached in, her fingers tingling with curiosity as she held the envelope, feeling its smooth texture and the slight crinkle of the paper. It was addressed to her in Sonic's handwriting. Amy's heart skipped a beat.  She couldn't help but feel excited at the thought of what could be inside the envelope.

As Amy opened the envelope, she felt a rush of anticipation and her fingers tingled with excitement. The subtle fragrance of a daffodil wafted up, filling her senses with a delicate scent that instantly brought a smile to her face. With every beat of her heart, the anticipation built, creating a sense of energy and warmth within her.  Inside was a small letter and a beautiful, bright yellow daffodil. Amy's heart swelled as she read the letter. It was a simple message, but it meant the world to her.

"Hey Ames,

I hope you're doing well. I know that things have been pretty weird lately. I just wrote this letter to say, we should hang out more often, and hopefully pretty soon. I'm in the middle of Book 1 in the 'Shattering Mirror' series Cream told me about, and it's pretty good. And don't worry, I think it'll be about a month before Eggman shows up again. I’ll bet on that. All I'm saying is, let's hang out sometime.

Love From your friend,

SONIC

P.S. If the flowers were crushed, that's not my fault. Blame the mailman."

A smile stretched across Amy's face as she finished reading the letter. It was so like him to keep things light-hearted, even in the midst of everything that was going on. She looked down at the flower that came with the letter, and felt a warm feeling in her chest. It was one of her favorite flowers. She carefully placed it on her bedside table, where she could admire it. Amy quickly made up her mind. She had been missing Sonic's company lately, and the thought of spending some time with him again made her feel excited.

She pulled out her phone and quickly sent him a text. "Hey Sonic! I got your letter, and I'd love to hang out sometime! How about we meet up tomorrow?" Sonic replied almost instantly, "Awesome! How about we meet up at the park near your house at noon tomorrow? It'll be great to catch up!" Amy smiled as she read the message. She couldn't wait to see Sonic again. Sonic couldn't wait either. She took a glance at her clock. Amy shuffled into her bed. She closed her eyes, a sense of contentment washing over her as she drifted into sleep. Thoughts of the countless adventures she and Sonic had embarked on together filled her dreams, igniting a flicker of excitement for what awaited them tomorrow. As the night enveloped her, she clung to the promise of new memories and cherished moments, eagerly anticipating the arrival of a brand new day.

[na-ta-sh-aa]

Aww the beauty of this chapter is immense. Bradley, Gorgeous and the children (and Vanessa the Cocker Spaniel) have already conquered my heart and I'm sure that as I continue reading the series they will go deeper and deeper and I couldn't be happier about this🥹💗💗💗

“When he logged into his email account, his heart skipped around a bit when he saw that he had something new from you. Then he opened it up and read it, and his lips parted softly in surprise at what you'd sent.”

I love the anticipation, the wait and Bradley's reaction when he saw that she had sent him something. Even though he tries to deny it and wants to keep the relationship professional, you can see how much he wants to know her better and how interested he is in her and I love all of that!🥹

“He logged out again and headed to the mess hall for dinner, because there was no point in responding until he had the photo you just asked him for. One where you'd be able to see exactly what every inch of him looked like. As he ate his meatloaf, his thoughts all settled on that one pertinent question: were your students really the ones who were curious about how he looked, or were you? Because it sounded like it could be the latter. He fucking hoped it was. And he fucking hoped you wouldn't be disappointed after tomorrow when he sent you exactly what was asked of him.”

Who could possibly be disappointed by Bradley's looks? I mean, we're talking about Bradley Bradshaw🫠

“To say he was attractive looking standing there in his flight suit next to the jet with his name on the side of it would have been the understatement of the century. He was hot. Unbelievably hot. Top tier. You shamelessly zoomed in to get an even better look at his face which was complete with a crooked little smile and a fucking mustache.”

Bradley's beauty always has this effect🫠

“Even his messy, wavy hair looked soft enough for you to want to rub your face and lips against it. Where did that idea come from? You uncrossed and recrossed your legs as the most delightful thoughts filled your mind. You already knew he was sweet, kind, attentive and humble, but now you knew he was easy on the eyes, too. If only you could hear his voice.”

His voice is the icing on the cake!

“For reference, I'm 6'1" and 205 pounds. That should give you and your kiddos a good size comparison, yeah? Also, just a little curious myself here.... are you sure they were the only ones who wanted to know what I look like? Or did you want to know, too?”

AHH!! you literally lost me at “I'm 6'1" and 205 pounds”🫠 I loved how Bradley was so direct with her, he made me blush I can't imagine what he did to her!

“Then it hit you like a bolt of lightning. No way was this man single. He was handsome. That would have been enough on its own. But he also had an impressive career, all of his hair, and he was tall. And that didn't even scrape the surface of his sweet personality! You couldn't embarrass yourself further. You just couldn't. You wanted him to keep writing to your class, because they were already so attached to him. You couldn't ruin this for them.”

Nooo no bad interpretations please, he couldn't be more into her!

P.s. The line where she says he has all his hair was brilliant😂

“When your students came flooding into the room, they led off with the same question they had every morning now. "Did we get anything in the mail from Lieutenant Bradshaw?"

Aww they are sweethearts🥹, I love their excitement and anticipation for Bradley's response, they are already all in love with him!

“My kids also wanted me to ask you if your spouse or significant other is in the Navy. And they'd like to know how old your kids are if you have any. Once again, just to be clear, I'm only asking these things on their behalf...”

AHH!! she is sooo smart!

“But it did. Days passed. You normally tried not to think about your work email account during the weekends, let alone check it. Saturday was miserable as you logged in almost hourly to check and double check if you had something new from Lieutenant Bradshaw. It was so bad, you ended up initiating a movie night with some of your friends, opting to lock your phone in the center console of your car rather than take it into the theater.”

Ooh they are already completely desperate and into each other just after a few pictures and emails they exchanged I LITERALLY LOVE THEM!! I can't imagine how they will be if and when they meet🫠

“Sunday was no better. You took yourself to the beach for the afternoon to try to read and sunbathe. But there was a group of guys in US NAVY TOP GUN shirts playing football, and you wondered if Bradley ever did this kind of thing with his friends. Or his family. Jesus Christ, why couldn't he just write back and tell you if he had a pretty wife and six adorable kids who loved to play football on the beach with him?”

Even though I know Bradley is not married and has no children, this wait for his email is wearing me down too!

“Since your students seem to be showing quite an interest in my personal life, please let them know I actually don't have a spouse or significant other at all. Nor do I have any kids. Their letters (and your emails, too) are the only ones I'm getting this deployment. No one else has been writing to me. Nobody stateside is waiting for me. I hope that answers their questions to your liking.”

“And now it's your turn to answer a question for me. Is there a guy in your life who is going to try to beat the crap out of me if I tell you that I think you're gorgeous?”

AHHHH!! He told her he was single, asked her if there was a man in her life and told her she was gorgeous🫠 the wait was worth it, there couldn't have been a better answer!

“He didn't mind one bit. In all actuality, he was living for this shit, already thinking about how he could maybe visit your classroom someday soon. Several of the kids asked him if he could. They all asked him to take more pictures of life on the aircraft carrier. Then he laughed for a solid minute over the photo that Jayden sent of his Cocker Spaniel named Vanessa.”

Aww I'm sure I'll melt if Bradley goes to visit the class🫠 I love that Jayden sent Bradley a picture of his Cocker Spaniel, sooo cute!!🥹

“But Bradley had purposely been neglecting his email inbox for the last few days. He was too afraid to read your words telling him that you were in fact taken, and that he was stupid for thinking you'd been the one who wanted to know what he looked like. He was rather enjoying the delusion that you might let him tell you how pretty he thought you were over email and maybe someday in person. He decided to respond to the rest of the notes in the box before getting rejected, otherwise it would be too hard to do this.”

Ooh they are made for each other🥹

“My last boyfriend didn't like it when I talked about my fourth graders. He didn't really see any value in what I do for a living. He would have never taken the time to read something they wrote let alone answer their questions individually. So no, there's nobody who would be upset with you for making me feel like there are butterflies permanently living in my belly now. If you want to tell me you think I'm gorgeous, I'm certainly not going to stop you.”

I have butterflies in my stomach, now they both know that there is no love interest in their lives!

“Hey, Gorgeous,

I'd like to take it further.

Yours Truly,

Bradley Bradshaw”

Okay I am literally jumping for joy. Bradley writing her in her private email calling her Gorgeous telling her he wants to take it further and sign Bradley Bradshaw? Can anything be more perfect than this? Ooh I love them, love them, love them so much!!

Wooow what a wonderful chapter! I loved how they are both already so taken with each other that they can't stop thinking about each other. Just as I found it so sweet and realistic how they were both curious and eager to know more about each other's private lives but at the same time they were afraid that reality could break the spell they had created in such a short time. Gorgeous's reaction to Bradley's photo couldn't have been better, it was so true and I loved how you captured her excitement, wonder and happiness. It was pretty much my same reaction the first time I saw Bradley😅. Not to mention how much I continue to adore the sweet, kind and funny way Bradley responds to the kids in Gorgeous' class and how they so eagerly await Bradley's letters. If the time ever comes for the class to meet Bradley I don't think my heart will be able to handle all the joy and sweetness of the moment🥹To say that I'm loving reading this series would be the understatement of the century🥹I loved every word!!✨💗💗💗

Yours Truly, Bradley Bradshaw Part 3 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: You rendered Bradley speechless and left him wondering if your students were the ones who wanted to know what he looked like or if it was really you who was curious. He wanted to know everything about you, but the urge to ask for more was mingling with his duty to keep things professional. You and he teetered on the edge... until you didn't.

Warnings: Fluff, language, Bradley looking hot

Length: 3100 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female teacher!Reader

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Bradley found himself homesick in a way he never did before. He still had weeks and weeks of this deployment to go, stuck on the aircraft carrier, endlessly curious about someone he barely knew anything about and a classroom full of kids he'd never met. But he felt like he wanted to know more about you and them. 

At least he was too busy now to dwell on the fact that it had been days since the last mail call. He was never one who was lined up, eager to collect something from a loved one. Vanessa and all of his other ex girlfriends never sent him handwritten notes or snacks. He'd gotten sporadic emails in the past, but nothing that made him smile and laugh out loud. Never anything that made him sad when he realized he had reached the end of the note, hoping for more.

He wanted to go back to the lounge and check his email, but he was afraid he'd have nothing new to read. There was really nobody else other than you who would send him anything right now, and he was sure you had something better to do with your time than comment on the photos he'd send of his jet and the engine parts. And even if you had written back, how long could he really keep this conversation with you going? How soon would you run out of interest in his deployment?

Bradley knew he'd be much better at talking to you in person, but how the hell was he supposed to get there? Jesus Christ, you were probably married. You probably already had someone back home wrapped around your fingers, and here he was, still thinking about you. 

"Pitiful," he muttered, making his way to the lounge anyway. He would keep it professional with you. One hundred percent. But he still wanted to know if your students got to see the photos and if they had any questions about them. 

When he logged into his email account, his heart skipped around a bit when he saw that he had something new from you. Then he opened it up and read it, and his lips parted softly in surprise at what you'd sent.

Thank you for the photos. They were very enlightening. We especially liked the ones where you were showing off your cockpit. Or I did, anyway. The kids liked all of them and started on another list of questions for you. Good luck getting rid of us now. 

We were wondering if you could have someone take a picture of you standing in front of your jet. For size comparison purposes. And also because my students would like to know what you look like. Hearing from you makes our day even better.

Bradley read it again. Still surprised, he read it a third time. Were you the one asking for the photo? It seemed like you might be. Or was he just projecting here? Shit. Maybe. He'd been thinking about how he'd respond if you asked him something personal, and this felt like you and he were teetering right on the edge.

You even echoed his own thoughts, but it still made him warm all over to know that you looked forward to hearing from him. That it made your day better when he sent an email. He decided he was going to keep this going as long as he could.

He logged out again and headed to the mess hall for dinner, because there was no point in responding until he had the photo you just asked him for. One where you'd be able to see exactly what every inch of him looked like. As he ate his meatloaf, his thoughts all settled on that one pertinent question: were your students really the ones who were curious about how he looked, or were you? Because it sounded like it could be the latter. He fucking hoped it was. And he fucking hoped you wouldn't be disappointed after tomorrow when he sent you exactly what was asked of him.

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You thought you were ready, but you weren't. Not for this. Not for him. Not even close. Thankfully it was still early enough that none of your students were in the classroom with you, because Lieutenant Bradley Bradshaw had responded to your slightly tipsy email from a few nights ago. He sent exactly one photo, and your only response was to softly moan, "Holy hell."

To say he was attractive looking standing there in his flight suit next to the jet with his name on the side of it would have been the understatement of the century. He was hot. Unbelievably hot. Top tier. You shamelessly zoomed in to get an even better look at his face which was complete with a crooked little smile and a fucking mustache.

"Who does he think he is?" you asked the empty room, voice filled with need. "The audacity."

Even his messy, wavy hair looked soft enough for you to want to rub your face and lips against it. Where did that idea come from? You uncrossed and recrossed your legs as the most delightful thoughts filled your mind. You already knew he was sweet, kind, attentive and humble, but now you knew he was easy on the eyes, too. If only you could hear his voice. 

After several minutes of uninterrupted gawking, you realized he'd written a few sentences to you as well, addressing you just as he always had. But this felt more personal. Maybe a little intimate.

For reference, I'm 6'1" and 205 pounds. That should give you and your kiddos a good size comparison, yeah? Also, just a little curious myself here.... are you sure they were the only ones who wanted to know what I look like? Or did you want to know, too?

So he called you out. Your whole body felt too hot and too light. You were floating off of your chair even as your heart pounded. You must be two feet in the air by now. He already knew what you looked like, but now you cared more than ever what he thought about you. Because you had a massive crush on your classroom pen pal.

"How embarrassing. You drunk emailed him! How are you supposed to respond to this?" you whispered as you closed your laptop and pressed your fingers to your lips. It was hard to tell if his tone was playful or not. He was smiling in the photo, which made you think that he was. But perhaps he was trying to put a stop to any topic of conversation that could be considered personal. 

Then it hit you like a bolt of lightning. No way was this man single. He was handsome. That would have been enough on its own. But he also had an impressive career, all of his hair, and he was tall. And that didn't even scrape the surface of his sweet personality! You couldn't embarrass yourself further. You just couldn't. You wanted him to keep writing to your class, because they were already so attached to him. You couldn't ruin this for them. 

When your students came flooding into the room, they led off with the same question they had every morning now. "Did we get anything in the mail from Lieutenant Bradshaw?"

"Not yet," you replied, still trying to decide how to respond to his photo. "But hopefully soon. He did email another picture though."

All of them were immediately headed for your desk, wanting to see what their pen pal looked like. You pressed your lips together, bracing yourself as you opened up that photo again, and then the kids all interjected into your thoughts.

"His jet is so cool!"

"It's huge!"

"He looks exactly how I thought he would!"

"Can he send us more stuff?"

It took you a good, long while to get them all into their seats. Clearly you weren't the only one who was entranced by him. Their questions overflowed, most of which still had to do with the aviation topics you'd been teaching them. Bradley Bradshaw had turned your classroom upside down, in a good way. And the more you thought about it, the more you just wanted to make sure you weren't missing out on something here. This man was better looking than the last three guys you went out with all combined, and he already made you feel tingly inside before you knew that for a fact.

You went home after work and did it again. You drank some wine and logged into your work email account and wrote back to him less than a day after he wrote to you. Part of you recognized that you'd look desperate, but you simply had to know so you could stop thinking about him if necessary. You started typing. 

It was definitely, absolutely my students who wanted to know what you look like. It had nothing to do with me. That's my story, and I'm sticking to it. That being said...nice photo. Very nice.

My kids also wanted me to ask you if your spouse or significant other is in the Navy. And they'd like to know how old your kids are if you have any. Once again, just to be clear, I'm only asking these things on their behalf...

"Send," you whispered, doing it before you could stop yourself. Then you were left with your intrusive thoughts and the rest of the wine, ultimately deciding to just go to bed. He wasn't going to respond right away. He was busy working. You just hoped it didn't take too long. 

But it did. Days passed. You normally tried not to think about your work email account during the weekends, let alone check it. Saturday was miserable as you logged in almost hourly to check and double check if you had something new from Lieutenant Bradshaw. It was so bad, you ended up initiating a movie night with some of your friends, opting to lock your phone in the center console of your car rather than take it into the theater. 

Sunday was no better. You took yourself to the beach for the afternoon to try to read and sunbathe. But there was a group of guys in US NAVY TOP GUN shirts playing football, and you wondered if Bradley ever did this kind of thing with his friends. Or his family. Jesus Christ, why couldn't he just write back and tell you if he had a pretty wife and six adorable kids who loved to play football on the beach with him?

When two of the guys in the TOP GUN shirts purposely threw the football toward your towel and tried to play it off as an accident, you didn't even feel like returning their flirtatious banter. Neither of them had a mustache or soft looking brown hair. Neither of them left you wanting to know more. 

You went home and tried so hard not to check your work email, but you failed miserably. But then you were happy you caved, because he wrote back. Bradley Bradshaw actually responded again. And a few seconds later, you were giggling and trying to control the squeal that escaped your lips.

When the mail arrived on the aircraft carrier yesterday, I was one of the first officers in line, and I wasn't disappointed. I got the second box from your class, and I can't wait to start reading and responding to everyone's notes this week. I'll let you know when you've got more mail coming your way. 

Since your students seem to be showing quite an interest in my personal life, please let them know I actually don't have a spouse or significant other at all. Nor do I have any kids. Their letters (and your emails, too) are the only ones I'm getting this deployment. No one else has been writing to me. Nobody stateside is waiting for me. I hope that answers their questions to your liking.

And now it's your turn to answer a question for me. Is there a guy in your life who is going to try to beat the crap out of me if I tell you that I think you're gorgeous? 

I'll just be waiting impatiently for your response.

Yours Truly,

Lt Bradley Bradshaw

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Bradley was so tired. The kind of bone deep exhaustion that only comes after the completion of a dangerous mission when your adrenaline finally wears off. All he could think about was how badly he wanted to be back at home in his bed in San Diego with a soft, warm body next to his and a sweet voice in his ear. But he was picturing your face and your body, already convinced you'd have the sweetest voice he'd ever heard.

Shit. He needed to focus on what the admirals had to say instead of drift into daydreams.

"No need to report to the strategy room in the morning, Lieutenant," his commanding officer said as Bradley unzipped the top of his flight suit. "Take some time to rest."

He saluted the admiral and walked off toward his bunk and a hot shower. But even as the steamy water eased the ache in his muscles, he thought about how he already knew he wouldn't be able to sleep right now. Not when he still had a few messages from your students to respond to. Not when those notes always made him smile.

This time you'd only included a very short note in the box, but it wasn't typed up and printed out. It was written in your pretty penmanship on a sheet of lined paper.

Lt Bradshaw,

I hope this package finds you well. Please prepare yourself for approximately seven hundred more questions. Thanks again for sharing your time with us.

He didn't mind one bit. In all actuality, he was living for this shit, already thinking about how he could maybe visit your classroom someday soon. Several of the kids asked him if he could. They all asked him to take more pictures of life on the aircraft carrier. Then he laughed for a solid minute over the photo that Jayden sent of his Cocker Spaniel named Vanessa. 

But Bradley had purposely been neglecting his email inbox for the last few days. He was too afraid to read your words telling him that you were in fact taken, and that he was stupid for thinking you'd been the one who wanted to know what he looked like. He was rather enjoying the delusion that you might let him tell you how pretty he thought you were over email and maybe someday in person. He decided to respond to the rest of the notes in the box before getting rejected, otherwise it would be too hard to do this.

He finished writing back to Oliver and Cooper and then tucked the box away under his bed before drifting off to sleep while dreaming of his own bed. But the next day, he had literally no work to do. He's been given the entire day off. He hit the gym and avoided the married woman like the plague. Then he ate lunch and contemplated going back to the gym again, but his feet carried him to the lounge instead. At the very least, he promised you that he'd let you know when you had mail on the way so the kids could get excited. He should take the time to tell you he'd be sending more responses to your class by air mail.

Somehow Bradley had convinced himself so thoroughly that you were in a relationship, he almost couldn't fathom anything else. But there was a new message from you in his inbox, and it felt like a gift when he opened and read it.

Lt Bradshaw,

I must say, I was surprised to find out that my emails and the letters from my class are the only ones making their way to you. Not that I'm complaining. Not one bit. I just find it hard to believe that you don't have a lot of interested parties hoping for a chance to be the one you think about when you're deployed and all alone.

My last boyfriend didn't like it when I talked about my fourth graders. He didn't really see any value in what I do for a living. He would have never taken the time to read something they wrote let alone answer their questions individually. So no, there's nobody who would be upset with you for making me feel like there are butterflies permanently living in my belly now. If you want to tell me you think I'm gorgeous, I'm certainly not going to stop you.

Here's my personal, non school affiliated email address. Just in case you feel like using it. If not, you can keep responding here, and I can take the hint that we went far enough.

I hope you're doing well and staying safe.

Frantically, Bradley checked the date and time stamp. "Fuck," he growled, his fingers not quite able to keep up with his brain when he realized you'd sent this to him days ago. More than five days ago! "Shit. Fuck!" He had been keeping you waiting! As soon as he got his hands working at the same speed as his thoughts, he copied and pasted your personal email address and started a new thread like his life depended on it.

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You were just curling up with a cup of sleepy time tea after a long day at work, wishing someone would put you out of your misery, when your phone vibrated on the couch cushion next to your leg. You were half tempted to ignore it, reasoning that it was probably time to accept the fact that Bradley Bradshaw already lost interest in you and delete his photos from your downloads folder. You should learn how to stop embarrassing yourself.

Then you glanced down and saw that you had a new email. It was from a now familiar sender. It had been sent to your personal account. You immediately scrambled to unlock your phone and read it.

Hey, Gorgeous,

I'd like to take it further.

Yours Truly,

Bradley Bradshaw

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What the fuck, Bradley, you smooth man! Take it further, take it further, take it further! I love how impatient they get when they want to hear from each other. Now go ahead and get a little more personal. Thanks to @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls and everyone who sent me messages and asks about this fic.

PART 4

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Mimato Week 2022 - Day 2: Childhood

Bonus: My husband said the art in the middle was too good for a child so he offered to do it instead 😂

[m0use123]

Asami couldn't understand why her girlfriend didn't want to sleep in the same bed together.

But every night, without fail, she got.

Korra:- Alright Sami, night, see you in the morning.

Asami:- wait ... you're sleeping in the spare room again?

Korra:- yeah, I'm pretty tired, look, I'll see you in the morning Sami, night.

And with that, the Avatar all but ran out of the living room.

Desperate for some form of explanation, Asami contacted both Senna and Master Katara. To her surprise she received a book and a letter posted to her from the southern water tribe a week later.

Asami opened the letter first and read:

Dearest Asami,

After receiving your letter about Korra, Katara and I thought you were ready.

We have enclosed a book that the partners and loved ones of every Avatar since Wan, has contributed in writing.

It is time that it was passed on to you, in the hope that it will help you love, care for and protect the most powerful being on the planet.

The only rule is that the Avatar must never know of it's existence, this is purely observational and to help the next generation.

We truly hope you find this useful for a long, happy life with Korra.

All my love,

Senna.

P.S. I think you will find your answer in the chapter on sleep.

With her interest peeked, Asami set the letter aside and ripped open the book's protective paper wrappings.

She scanned the contents page and skipped to the chapter devoted to sleep.

The book must have been a gift from the spirit world, because it was light, the same size as a typical paperback and the pages were never ending.

As she skimmed each page, Asami came across names of Avatars so far back in history, she had never heard of.

She sighed with relief therefore, when she finally found a name she recognised.

It was written by Rangi, talking about Avatar Kyoshi, apparently the toughest Avatar in history suffered with nightmares, Rangi spoke about sitting up with her girlfriend, and creating kids stories aloud to eachother until the Avatar crashed from pure exhaustion.

Asami kept skimming, past Roku, she slowed as she recognised Katara's writing, explaining about Aang's sleepwalking habits. He also started talking in his sleep when the pressure became to much for him. Even Tezin, Kya and Bumi had written the odd paragraph about their father over the years.

At long last, the heiress found entries from Senna and Tonraq about a much younger Korra often having sleeping problems.

My, Korra is having a bad night again, she's been tossing and turning violently for hours, she crys out in her sleep every half hour, I've scanned the book and can't find a similar situation anywhere, Ow spirits help us.

Asami's heart clenched at the thought of a six year old Korra, too afraid to sleep, what made it worse was that a handful of pages later senna would be explaining about Korra's sleepless nights after her poisoning.

A few pages later and Asami found a section written by a babysitting Kya.

Grinning Asami closed the book and ran through the Sato mansion to find a meditating Korra in the garden.

She approached with a massive grin on her face.

Asami:- Why didn't you just tell me you suck your thumb in your sleep.

Korra chocked on her saliva as her eyes shot open.

Korra:- Sami, I don't know what you're talking about.

Asami:- Korra, I know, you don't have to hide it anymore. I except your company in bed tonight, no exceptions.

Korra just gaped like a fish as she watched Asami skip back up to the house.

. . . . . .

Later that evening as Korra was nervously slipping down under her girlfriend's silk sheets, feeling incredibly nervous.

Korra:- Just, don't laugh okay? Please don't mention it to anyone either?

Asami raised a well manicured eyebrow.

Asami:- I'm insulated you don't trust me baby, but yes, I promise to both, now please, we have a big day tomorrow, get some sleep.

The young CEO, kissed the Avatar's burning cheek, switched off the lights and snuggled down for sleep.

Asami woke first as the first rays of the sun filtered into her bedroom.

She turned to face her girlfriend and nearly squealed outloud at the cute sight.

Avatar Korra, saviour of the whole world many times over was sleepily sucking her thumb.

Her forefinger was hooked over her nose and she had her thumb stuck upto the hilt in her mouth.

As she watched the offending digit moved slightly in and out as the powerful force actually 'sucked'.

Unable to stand it anymore, Asami giggled and pecked her girlfriend's forehead, causing her to wake up.

Korra smiled sleepily around her thumb, until she realised what she was doing and sat bolt upright and hurriedly removed the digit, drying it on her PJ top.

Korra:- well that was embarrassing, sorry.

Asami:- Don't be silly, it was cute.

Korra:- come again? (She raised a questioning eyebrow.

Asami:- I said you were cute baby, and you gotta deal with it.

Korra turned crimson as her own words were used against her.

. . . . . .

Later that night, just before bed, Asami started writing her first of many entries into the 'Avatar hand book' grinning like an idiot as she enjoyed passing on her wisdom.

[a-driftamongopenstars]

It all happens in November - NaNoWriMo Mini Edition 2022 - #4 Rainy

i'm going to motivate myself to write some 500 or so word ficlets, using this lovely prompt list. this collection will featuring various destiny ships and friendships :) if you want to see a particular ship for a particular prompt, feel free to send me an ask! It all happens in November - NaNoWriMo Mini Edition 2022 AO3 p.s. skipped prompts 3 and 5 for the time being, but they are in the works :)

4. Rainy

Autumnal storms have finally gathered over the Last City, forcing most of its citizens into the shelter of their homes. Some lucky Lightbearers have escaped to the warmer reaches of the system, but that can not to be said of the Guardian and Crow.

They are huddled together in their apartment, watching the City through the sheet of rain that has been pouring since the eve prior. The rush of water is softly muffled by the thick window glass and the quiet music playing from a small receiver.

Crow listens to the quiet patter while the Guardian busily tinkers at the kitchen stove, whisking hot milk for cocoa. He turns to watch them as they dance a little to the music, reach up for the tin of cocoa up in the cupboard, and when it’s too high to reach, they snap their fingers and bring the tin down in a cloud of purplish Void energy.

Crow shakes his head, smiling.

“Well I could have gotten that for you,” he says, stepping into the kitchen area. The Guardian turns to look at him with a smile. They’ve got it and the cocoa is almost ready.

A pinch of spices, a spoonful of sugar and a few drops of chocolate into the pot - and the cocoa spreads a most delicious smell across the apartment.

Crow pulls out the mugs and sets them on the countertop, the Guardian pours the cocoa from the pot. Crow’s attention returns to the window where the rain intensifies ever louder, making the outside almost invisible.

“I’m glad we are at home,” he says softly, bringing his arm around the Guardian’s waist and kissing them on the forehead. They nuzzle in him for a moment, then push the mug of cocoa in his hands.

“Thank you.”

One taste of the cocoa, and the Guardian is already rummaging in the cupboards in search of a mystical missing ingredient. They push away jars of salt and pepper, a box of pasta, a box of tea until finally their hand wraps around a bag of marshmallows.

Crow reaches up to pull it down from the shelf, smiling.

“Can I have some too?”

The Guardian generously peppers his cocoa with little vanilla delights as they float on the top of the drink. Then they repeat the same for their own cocoa, clearly much more satisfied now.

They settle on a wide window sill and both turn to watch the rain pour down the window as the weather rages. Crow closes his eyes and listens to the music from the receiver, words unintelligible and the rhythm just at the back of his mind. Perfectly liminal, trapped in the loveliest of worlds beside his favourite person.

He opens his eyes again when he feels the Guardian move to press against him, cuddling up. With content he wraps his arm around their shoulder, guiding them in carefully to keep the cocoa intact.

“Tomorrow we should bake something.”

The Guardian reminds Crow that there are still some apples left in the pantry from their trip to some ancient farm out in the EDZ. 

“An apple pie it is then,” he concedes, drinking more of his cocoa and resting his head on the Guardian’s.

The perks of this rainy weather continue to be fruitful.

[giorno-plays-piano]

Vicious

Part II

Pairing: Steve x reader, Bucky x reader, Thor x reader, Loki x reader, Peter x reader

Warnings: yandere, obsession, stalking, possessiveness, theft, all characters are adults.

Words: 1891.

Part I

Summary: Transferring to Stark Academy that has only allowed to take in female students last semester, you realize you are just one of three young women among hundreds of students. Your things are constantly being stolen, and soon you begin fearing for your safety.

P.S. To avoid any confusion, I changed the name Savages -> Vicious.

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The next day you spent doubting your own decisions. Was it really wise to leave everything to Steve? How could he find those students all by himself and deal with your problem? Could he really stop them from acting like that? You thought once again it would be so much easier to ask for a transfer, but you had already given him your word to meet him today at 5. It would be very inappropriate not to come when he was trying to help you.

When the time came, you were sneaking in the student council room as if you were some petty thief. You were afraid people would start talking: if everybody knew who stole your things, they would understand you came to Steve for help like a little girl. It was embarrassing - even in a situation like this. Besides, somebody could be following you since at 5 pm the academy was almost empty.

By the time you reached the right door, you heart was beating as if you had just run a marathon. You really, really hoped Steve found some solution, and you wouldn’t have to be humiliated by the student advisor for wanting to leave the school.

Opening the door, you saw a couple of students on the sofa and quickly stepped away, afraid the student council was still having a meeting, “Ugh, sorry!”

“Come in, please,” Steve said calmly behind the door, and you shyly got in again, watching four other guys staring at you with interest. “We’ve been waiting for you.”

“What, they too?” You were so perplexed by his words you forgot your manners, speaking of others as if they weren’t in the same room. “I’m sorry, I mean, I didn’t know you were involved.”

Wait, were they the ones who stole your things? Did Steve bring them here for you?

“No need to be so nervous.” One of them, a guy with long, jet black hair forming waves around his shoulders told you, motioning you to come closer and sit in one of the chairs opposing the sofa where he sat. “We’re here to help you.”

You remembered his name was Loki. A mathematic genius, he was considered one of the top students of the academy.

“That’s right! Come, come!” Seeing Peter among others was surprising, but his smiling face made you calm down a little, and you smiled at him in return. 

No, they weren’t those guys who stole your underwear, for sure. Apparently, Steve asked them to join you because they knew something and could give you a hand in finding those bastards.

“Thank you for agreeing to see me.” Feeling a little self-conscious among five different men you'd barely known, you landed on one of the chairs and saw that the other two were Bucky and a captain of the academy’s basketball team, Thor. “Did you find out anything?”

“Yes,” Steve said with a loud sigh, “I know exactly who they are. I can hand them over to the school’s officials and get them expelled by tomorrow, but that’s not the real issue here.”

You felt the chills ran up your back. What did he mean by the real issue?

“Is there something else?”

When you saw Loki smirking at you, you suddenly realized you were among five strong men in the student council room on the fifth floor where most classrooms were already empty. If you screamed, nobody would even hear you.

“Stop it.” Bucky’s angry voice cut through the silence, and you saw him literally burning a hole in Loki’s face. “Don’t make her scared, freak.”

Obviously, he wanted to say something offensive to Barnes in return, but Steve silenced them both with his icy glare. Loki sent him an innocent smile while Bucky snorted and rolled his eyes in irritation. It felt like they were in the middle of some school play, and you bit down on your lower lip, having a feeling something was going horribly wrong.

“The thing is, even if we got those ones expelled, it probably won’t stop the others from doing something similar.” Steve leaned up against a desk with his arms crossed over his chest. “I feel terrible admitting it, but many of our students are completely wild. I’m afraid they might keep harassing you.”

“Oh.”

You averted your eyes, realizing your attempts to find a solution were futile. Obviously, Steve could do nothing - he wasn’t a knight in shining armor, ready to protect you day and night from those delinquents who followed you everywhere. As you thought before, the one thing that could help here was leaving the school for good.

Shit, you didn’t know how to explain it to your family, Even your friends thought it was too bizarre to be true and laughed at your worries, saying you probably lost your things yourself. You would have to find a better excuse for a transfer in the middle of the semester.

“Well, anyway, thank you for trying,” you nodded and smiled apologetically at him as if it were your fault, “tomorrow I will talk to the student advisor about my transfer. Sorry for the trouble!”

“I don’t think it’s real to get transferred by now. It’s passed all the deadlines.” Shaking his head, Bucky raised his voice, and you felt suffocating.

Apparently, you would really have to skip a whole year of school. Explaining everything to your family, looking for some garbage job to have enough money to rent a room and pay your bills... Fantastic.

“You don’t have to do that. I’ve found another way.” 

Immediately, you raised your head, your pupils dilating.

“You see, the reason they are doing that is because you have no one to protect you. They know the administration won’t take it seriously because they’re a bunch of old misogynists, and you also have no means of protecting yourself. It would be better if you started dating someone, someone strong enough to make these guys back down.”

Steve looked deadly serious for someone saying such nonsense. A boyfriend? Now? Was he for real? Did he think you'd be using someone like your personal shield? Besides, even if you chose the strongest guy at school, it didn’t mean he would be stronger if several people attacked him.

But when you shared your thoughts with Steve, you saw others smiling at you as if they knew you would say that, and you felt uneasy.

“That’s true. That’s why you need more than one boyfriend.”

“What do you mean? How can somebody have more than one boyfriend?" Puzzled, you stared at him wide-eyed as if he said something stupid.

What on Earth did he mean by that? Were you to have your own squad of bodyguards at all times while you were in the academy? This was so foolish you couldn't believe someone like Steve said it out loud.

But then you caught glances of five men in the room and forgot how to breathe for a second. They weren't serious, were they? Steve didn't assemble all these guys here to make them into your boyfriends. It was preposterous even thinking of that, right?

Right?

"Please tell me it's not what I think it is." You muttered, crossing your arms over your chest as if trying to protect yourself.

"Why are you being so nervous?" Baring his teeth, Loki smiled at you. "Some other girl would be happy if five men were to be her boyfriends."

"It's a joke, right? You're all joking."

You hoped to see any of them laughing and nodding their heads, saying they simply wanted to cheer you up, but all you saw was a guilty expression on the faces of Bucky and Thor and the excitement of others. They really gathered here to offer you this.

"All of us here," Steve looked upon others, becoming a little displeased when his gaze fell upon smiling Peter, "are perfectly capable of helping you. If each of us were to accompany you one day a week, others won't be so brave. I'm sure they will no longer be a nuisance to you if they know what we can do to them."

There was something very dark in the way Steve said that, and for a couple of seconds you weren't sure whether you have to be more scared of him rather than those who was stealing your things.

"But it would be very uncomfortable for everyone, wouldn't it? I mean, going with me everywhere, not using your own time as you'd like. And, well, surely, others will see that we won't act like a real couple, so they might still keep harassing me. I don't think it would work."

Apparently, Loki was bored with this talk, you thought as you heard him clicking his tongue in annoyance.

"Then don't pretend. Act like a real girlfriend. Kiss in public, hug, go to the cinema together, what else girls do?"

"Wait, you mean, with ALL of you?"

"Yeah? Do you think anyone gonna be against it?"

You very much hoped they would be. Being followed by someone like your bodyguard was one thing, but having a real boyfriend was very different. Did they really want to pretend to be lovey-dovey with you? Act like you were close to them?

Oh. Of course, they would. They belonged to the same kind of touch-starved barbaric men they were trying to protect you from. They would do all those things to you, too.

You realized you were crying only when Peter flew off his seat in a hurry and squatted down beside you, taking your shaking hands in warm his.

"Please, don't cry. Nobody's gonna force you into doing anything, I promise. You will only do things you're comfortable with, ok?" Handing you his pearly white handkerchief, he smiled to comfort you. "No one of us gonna say anything."

"And if she starts dating one of us for real? What's then?" It was Loki again, cocking his head to the side and obviously provoking Peter to yell at him.

"We'll be ok with that, too."

The silence felt heavy. As you opened your eyes, Peter's handkerchief in your hands, you realized it was Thor who spoke for the first time, and the way he looked at you softly made you feel a little better. Despite the fact you knew little of him, for some reason, it felt like you would be safe with him - certainly safer than with Loki.

"Naturally, if any of us will bring you discomfort or do something unacceptable, you need to let us all know, and we'll decide what to do with that person." Raising his voice, the head of the student council made everyone to turn their head to him. "We will be meeting here, in this room, if anything happens. Each of us will give you our phone numbers. We will also make a schedule who accompanies you every day of the week."

It seemed he no longer asked for your opinion if you even wanted it to happen.

__________

"Bucky will be with you on Mondays, Loki on Tuesdays. Wednesdays are Thor's, on Thursdays Peter will be following you, and on Fridays it will be me going with you. Of course, if you need any of us to watch over you on weekends, feel free to contact whoever of us you like more."

Part III

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[milkybonya]

donut test me

order 017, anon: large honey milk tea with pudding for Junghwan

Warning: swimming/water mentions, food mentions, some angst

Summary: an enemies to lovers!au where Junghwan hates his swimmer!classmate who always skips out on phys.ed, not knowing that they do something else with that extra time. (p.s. i'm sorry if you can't swim or don't like water :( i tried to think of other things but this au was just,, not leaving my brain so please don't read if you think it will make you sad or anxious okay?? take care of yourself first!)

[a/n] hahaha get it donut test me like do not test me but donut cause Junghwan likes donuts.... okay i'm sorry bye T.T

Junghwan sits down with Jaehyuk as they eat ramen in Jaehyuk's room. Noticing Junghwan is shaking his leg and seems to have something to say, Jaehyuk encourages him to speak.

"It's just... so unfair!! Why do they always skip out on phys. ed when everyone else has to run laps and do push-ups and-"

Jaehyuk puts his chopsticks down with a sigh, startling the younger boy.

"How many times have we talked about this already? All you can talk about is this person and how much you hate their guts because they skip phys. ed... is it really that deep?"

Junghwan intakes a sharp breath of air.

"You just don't get it, okay! I'll eat somewhere else," Junghwan says, but the boy leaves his bowl of food behind and slams the front door, going on a walk.

Jaehyuk would follow behind him, but he can tell the boy needs some space to clear his head.

"I'll worry and call him if he's not home in an hour..." Jaehyuk says to himself.

Outside, Junghwan walks slowly, lost in his thoughts and trying to figure out his feelings.

When Junghwan switched schools and entered the school you had been attending, he didn't pay too much attention to you. All he knew was that you sat in the back, were quiet and often dozed off but still tried your best when you weren't asleep. You always wore a tracksuit jacket over your uniform and zipped it up all the way, playing with the zipper when you were lost in your thoughts.

Okay, so clearly Junghwan observed you a lot, but he couldn't help it! There was just something... different about you. And that annoyed him, which made you annoy him.

That's how his hatred for you began, which slowly grew and developed over time, especially when he noticed that you were never in phys.ed. That was his favourite class, and not being able to see you there, breaking a sweat like everyone else bothered him.

What made you so special that you could just skip out on phys. ed? He wondered this all the time and it made him hate you.

You were oblivious. All you knew was that this new kid was a jerk, always bumping into you purposely when you crossed paths in the hallways, always rolling his eyes at you, glaring at you when you weren't looking at him and then looking the other way when you caught him... he was weird. And rude. But you ignored him because you had better things to think about.

-

The next day, Junghwan wakes up knowing he's decided on a course of action. He'll follow you when you leave after your last class before phys.ed to see where the heck you go.

Smiling to himself as he eats his breakfast, he makes Jaehyuk, who shuffles into the kitchen sleepily to drink water, think that Junghwan has gotten over his hate for his classmate. Little does he know how very wrong he is.

At school, Junghwan does not take his eyes off you, not wanting to keep you out of his sight. You notice someone is staring at you all day, but shrug it off and continue on as you usually do, talking with your friends before and after classes, and doing your best to stay awake during them.

Before phys.ed, you leave the math class just like everyone else does, except you make a right instead of a left. Junghwan does not miss this and carefully follows after you. He watches you pull out a duffel bag from your locker.

Hm, with a bag like that, aren't they going to phys.ed? Junghwan asks himself.

But you then continue down the hall, further away from the gym. When you begin walking down a staircase, Junghwan thinks you might actually be walking to the gym, but again, on the ground floor, you walk in a completely different direction. He's completely puzzled until he notices you walking towards a door that teachers and students alike have told you to never enter. Seeing you open those doors and step inside so comfortably makes Junghwan want to call out and stop you out of fear you'll get hurt or in trouble, but he stops himself, wondering why he even cares about you.

The smell of chlorine fills the hallway, and Junghwan decides to follow after you, not wanting to lose you.

The chlorine stench is even stronger past the doors, and he can hear lockers slamming as you get changed - although Junghwan doesn't realize what's happening. He simply walks straight ahead, not knowing where he's going until he's reached the entrance of a whole swimming pool!

The water glistens before him, completely still. His mouth is agape - why is this pool off-limits?

He hears your footsteps and hides behind a rack of pool items, watching through the cracks as you walk to the edge of the pool, pat yourself down and jump in. It takes a few seconds before you surface, but as soon as you do, you begin to swim slowly.

Junghwan watches you swim lap after lap without stopping, amazed at your endurance and skill. His jaw drops as, after you rest and stretch out of the pool for a bit, you enter and begin sprinting to the other end, swimming so fast that the motion of your arms and legs are like a blur.

"So Junghwan, please report to the gym immediately. So Junghwan, please report to the gym immediately."

Junghwan looks up at the speaker where the P.A sound came from, sighs and quickly leaves the pool.

Just as you finish your last lap, you look up to see someone's back as they leave the pool, not knowing who it is.

-

"Junghwan, why did you skip phys.ed?! That's your favourite class, you never do that," Hyunsuk tells Junghwan as they sit in the school office side by side.

The school phoned Junghwan's dorm after he was absent for the first 30 minutes of class, and Hyunsuk came rushing to see what was happening.

"I'm so sorry, but Junghwan is never like this, and I promise that it will never happen again," Hyunsuk tells the admin in the office.

Junghwan winces at Hyunsuk's words, knowing that it will indeed happen again because... Junghwan wants to watch you swim again.

-

From then on, Junghwan makes 3 bathroom breaks every phys.ed class just to watch you swim. He tells him teacher he has a bladder problem - of course the teacher doesn't believe him, but knowing he's a good student, he lets him go anyway.

You start noticing Junghwan after some time but never approach him, wondering if he'll ever speak to you first. He never does, and you never have the energy to talk to him until one day when your condition is bad and you feel embarrassed that you're being watched.

You end your lap and hop out of the pool, staring straight ahead at the wall on the far side opposite you.

"Hey, come out. I know you're there," you say.

After a moment of total silence, you repeat it, but louder, until a shy Junghwan slowly shuffles out from behind the pool equipment rack.

"Why do you always come here and watch me swim?"

"I-I don't-"

You sigh, not wanting to hear a silly excuse.

"Listen I'm not going to scold you or anything cause I don't really care, but my condition is really bad today so I'm extra pissed," you say truthfully.

Junghwan stays silent before mumbling an apology.

You bite your lip while looking at him, then hop out of the pool.

"It's fine. Practice is over for me anyways," you say, but Junghwan notices that you're leaving the pool fifteen minutes earlier than you usually do.

-

On your way home that day, you feel a little bad. Things weren't going your way and you took it out on Junghwan... but then, why you care? He's always such a jerk to you and deserved it. Still, though, he looked like he really felt bad when you scolded him.

Yet you decide to treat him better if he shows up the next day.

Which he doesn't.

He doesn't show up the next day, or the day after that. You find yourself waiting for him, not being able to focus and checking the pool entrance nonstop. It frustrates you, as your practice time is being wasted. You're a swimmer preparing to join the junior national team, given time out of phys.ed to practice because the school doesn't have a swimming coach and they trust you to figure things out on your own.

Yet Junghwan is present at school - you see him at all of your other lockers. He doesn't follow you around or stare at you anymore, and it makes you angry.

As he's getting his things from his locker a few days later, you slam your fist on the locker next to his, making him jump.

"Where have you been?" you ask.

"What do you mean?" he asks back.

"You haven't been coming... to watch me anymore," you say, feeling embarrassed.

"Because you didn't want me to," Junghwan responds, laughing slightly. You don't know if he's laughing at your embarrassed state or laughing in a way where he's wondering why you would even dare to ask such a thing.

"I never said that. I just said my condition wasn't good that day," you say, truthfully.

Junghwan remains silent, staring into his locker.

You poke his shoulder.

"You better be there tomorrow," you say before walking away.

Junghwan smiles slightly when you turn your back on him, holding his arm in the spot you touched it.

-

"Junghwan!" you yell from the pool as he approaches sheepishly.

He awkwardly says hi and waves, not used to your excitement. To be honest, you aren't used to it either.

"Come closer," you tell him, and he meets you at the edge of the pool.

"Do you want to try it?" you ask.

"Try what?"

"Swimming."

He stays quiet, thinking it over in your head.

You point at him.

"You're wearing your phys.ed clothes already. Just come in in those," you say.

Junghwan flashes you an awkward smile and he leans to the side, showing he's still not sure.

"I'll help you," you say, smiling up at him.

"... okay," he finally agrees.

He enters through the shallow end of the pool, complaining about the cool temperature of the water as soon as he dips his toes in.

"It's really cold!" he yelps.

All of his squirming makes him lose his balance, and you reach out to hold his hand so he won't fall. Both of you are so focused on making sure Junghwan gets in the pool safely that you don't even pay attention to the skinship. Or your hearts that are racing so quickly because of it

"Careful, careful down the ladder," you say.

He winces as he gets lower in the water until eventually his feet touch the bottom. He giggles and it makes you smile.

"So... what do we do first?" he asks you.

"Well... learning how to float is the most important thing. The way I learned was, I laid on my back like a starfish and my teacher held me from underneath until eventually I could do it without them having to hold me.

"On my back? I'm a little scared," Junghwan admits.

"Look, I'll show you first," you say, floating on your back and demonstrating.

"You just make it look easy," Junghwan says with a pout, but you firmly shake your head.

He gives in with a sigh and leans backward on your hands which hold him up.

"Ahhh the water in my ears sounds so weird!" Junghwan points out, laughing widely.

"You're doing great," you mumble, smiling down at him and moving a strand of hair out of his eye.

His eyes look away and his hands turn into fists as he feels your touch. He feels... loved. And warm even though the pool is so cold.

"I'll move my hands away slightly, see if you can try to float. It's all about relaxing, trusting the water. Don't get tense and don't hold your breath," you say as you slowly move away your hands.

But Junghwan's body reflexively stiffens and he begins to sink until you quickly hold him up again.

"Are you okay?" you ask, your eyes wide with worry.

"Yeah... cause you're here," he says a little shyly.

After teaching a boy you previously disliked for no real reason how to kind of float in water, you realize that all of your practice time has gone to waste, so you quickly sprint a few laps to make up for it as Junghwan watches you from the deck. He dries off his hair as he does so.

-

The next day, you tell Junghwan to join you again, but he shakes his head.

"You need to focus on your swimming, [y/n]."

"But-"

"I'll only come in for five minutes if you can do 40 laps in 20 minutes," Junghwan says.

Before he even finishes his sentence, you dive in and swim at a steady pace to finish it in time, and of course you do. You are a hidden star athlete after all.

When Junghwan joins you this time, he fills the place with his laughter as he tries to chase after you while running in the water as you swim away.

"Please just let me get you once!" he begs.

So you run with him and you chase each other around the pool until Junghwan tells you your five minutes are up and you have to practice again. You catch him as he says this though, wrapping your arms around the boy's waste and making him blush and stop talking mid-sentence.

Every day passes just like that, with the two of you exchanging nothing but small smiles and nods in class, but spending phys.ed together in the pool, Junghwan cheering you on as you train and you doing your best.

"You'll watch me at my swim meet, right?" you always ask Junghwan as the date begins to near.

"You know I will," he tells you each time.

And when the day finally comes, he's there in the bleachers, watching you walk up standing tall and looking confident despite feeling like a nervous wreck inside. You search for his face and find him, smiling and sending you a small wave.

It's all you need to remind you to breathe as you step up on the block and await the cue to get ready, then go. You dive in smoothly, dolphin kick for as long and far as you can before surfacing and beginning to sprint.

Not focusing on any of the lanes around you, you give it your all and just enjoy the feeling of you moving swiftly through the water as Junghwan cheers you on, and boy does he cheer you on.

He yells so loudly that it drowns out everyone else, and after you touch the wall on your final lap and raise your head, you can hear his booming voice yelling that you've done a good job.

The scoreboard confirms this, as you've come in first, and all you can do it smile down at the water, knowing your hard work paid off.

From the bleachers, Junghwan is ecstatic that you've come in first. He keeps wanting to turn to everyone around him and tell them that you're his s/o and you came in first... but you're not his s/o and now he doesn't even know what's wrong with him - why does he want you to be his s/o? Wait... he wants you to be his s/o?

When you're able to meet Junghwan for dinner at a fast food place later - your first meeting outside of school - he seems dazed and nervous. You keep asking him if he's okay as he fidgets with his hands, and all he can say is 'yes'... but something is clearly on his mind. So you wait for him to speak up first instead, and he does.

"Listen, [y/n], I know this may be really weird because... we don't even properly know each other yet, and I'm worried I'll ruin our friendship if I say this and it doesn't go well but... it's taking over my mind and I can't just forget about it anymore. [y/n]... I've realized that I like you and I want to date you."

Your silence causes him to keep rambling.

"I want to call you mine... like even at the meet I just wanted to tell everyone that you're mine and you won but-"

You put a piece of chicken in his mouth and he blinks at you.

"Let me answer, dammit. Sure, I'll date you. As long as we get to see each other outside of phys.ed class and outside of school," you say, looking down and eating so Junghwan won't see your excited eyes.

Junghwan laughs, poking your knee with his finger under the table.

"Of course we'll see each other outside of phys.ed and school..." he says, giggling to himself with joy.

Later, when he tells Jaehyuk that he's dating the person who he hated for skipping phys.ed, you can bet Jaehyuk teases Junghwan to no end. Why? Because he saw this coming. Of course he'd fall for you, because Jaehyuk knows who you are. You're the school's star athlete, known for using phys.ed time to train. Of course innocent little Junghwan, who very rarely hates anyone, would end up falling for you, hard. And he does, of course.

[me-and-your-husband]

sensitive || a. arlert

Summary: you're horny and armin looks so good in those sweatpants.

Warnings: oral (male receiving), dirty talk, degradation, praise kink, slight dom/sub undertones, kinda soft dom armin bc i live for that shit

A/N: this is my first fic since i've been back from my break! also my first time writing for armin arlert. sorry for any mistakes, i'm writing this at 2:30 AM on mobile but this just popped into me head and won't leave. also, sorry for no cut! i'm going to add one tomorrow when i update my whole account. enjoy!

P.S. this is with armin after the time skip!!!

armin sat at his desk in your apartment enduring his online class. your classes were done for the day, so you could just lay back and relax, or simply admire armin from afar, which is exactly what you were doing. he was scribbling random patterns and designs as he leaned back in his chair. it was obvious that he wasn't learning anything new or useful.

your eyes raked over his form. he was wearing a tight fitting white shirt and grey sweatpants. something about the way they hugged his thighs was so...hot. you kept your gaze trained on his bulge up until his class had ended.

"y/n? are you alright?" he asked, his voice soft with concern.

you nodded your head. "just thinkin."

"about?" he asked, closing his laptop and walking to where you lounged on the couch.

you hummed as he carded his hands through your hair standing above you as you sat on the couch, hands gently scratching your scalp. "you."

"oh really?" he seemed amused. you hummed a yes.

armin leaned down and planted a chaste kiss on your forehead, smoothing your hair away from your face.

"what...specifically are you thinking about?" he asked, moving to sit beside you. he placed his hand on your jaw and turned your head to look directly at him. he was so close that you could feel his breath on your cheek and your noses almost brushed together.

"hmm...i'm thinking about the way that you're so good at..." you began, but your words trailed off as he began sucking marks into the flesh on your neck.

"yes?" he prompted.

"your hands...you're fingers. the way you feel so good inside me. the way it feels when you fill me up..."

"what about it?"

"i, ngh, i love it, armin," you whined.

he licked over the bruise he previously sucked into your skin, before kissing it. "tell me what you want," he whispered into your ear, pressing soft kisses in that space underneath it.

"i want to suck your dick," you breathed. it was unusual for you to be so outward like this. a thick blush crept up onto your cheeks as armin pulled away and looked at you.

"wait, really? you know you don't have to, y/n, i'd never make you-" armin was cut off as you pulled him by the collar closer to you, smashing your lips against his. you slid your tongue over his bottom lip as he allowed access into his mouth. your tongues pressed against each other's until you pulled away.

"really. i want to, armin," you pleaded.

"if that's what you want...get on your knees, princess." the dominant armin you knew in the bedroom fronted.

armin stood as you dropped to your knees.

his hands sunk into your hair as you slowly pulled the waistband of his sweats and his boxers down simultaneously.

his semi-hard cock sprang up and hit his lower stomach. the tip was swelling with precum, a few veins prominent.

taking the base in your hand, you gave it a few soft, languid strokes before running your thumb over the tip. at that, armin's head rolled back and he groaned.

every little noise he made only added to the heat pooling between your thighs.

soft grunts and moans escaped his lips as you began giving kitten licks to his tip. his hand gripped your hair a tiny bit tighter as you took him in your mouth.

"y/n, fuck. just like that," he praised.

you squeezed your thighs together in order to get at least a little bit of friction.

you ran your tongue over the vein on the underside of his cock, which made him let out a shaky groan. moving your hands to his thighs for support, you took as much of him in as you could before you completely couldn't breathe. tears welled in your eyes and ran down your face.

one of your hands travelled down to your core. you slipped your hand under the waistband of your underwear and began to rub gentle circles on your clit. even that small amount of stimulation was enough with the noises armin was making for you.

armin bucked his hips into your face slightly, causing you to gag. you used your non dominant hand to pump the part of his shaft that you couldn't comfortably fit in his mouth as you bobbed up and down on his length and focused more attention on the tip. his hands were still gripping your hair.

"fuck, baby, you're doing so good. such a slut for me, hm? i'm almost there," he moaned breathlessly.

you circled your tongue around the tip, collecting all of the precum you could. you moaned around his cock when he pulled on your hair, which only took him further towards his high.

"y/n i-i'm coming, ah-" he announced before releasing his load into the back of your throat.

his release only brought yours on, your fingers furiously working your clit. you hit your climax and your hot release gushed out and soaked your underwear. you moaned around armin's dick as you swallowed down his load.

armin caught his breath, and you pulled away and wiped your mouth with the back of your hand. grinning up at him, he took your face in his hands and crouched down in front of you.

you must've looked pathetic. sitting on your heels with a wet spot on your underwear, so desperate and needy with mascara running down your face and your hair messy.

his thumb and pointer finger gripped your chin. "pretty girl, did you really cum just from sucking me off?" he asked, his tone not condescending but genuinely intrigued.

you nodded your head slowly, looking at the ground. he forced you to look back up at him.

"well then, we'll just have to see how many more we can pull from you then, yeah?"

[https-sen]

Time.

welp, caffeine break it is. i hope you like the middle pic ;) enjoy dear reader! remember to stay hydrated <3 (Listen to "feelings are fatal" by mxmtoon while reading this :3 )

Pairings: Suna Rintarō x gn!reader

Genre: Angst (no happy ending ( >д<) )

note:[ALL genders (including males) are allowed to read my fics <3]

p.s youre an athlete, vv tall and you play soccer and basketball (the sports I play ′～‵)

* huff * * puff *

You sprinted like there was no tomorrow. You heard that he only dated you for attention and clout but you were too blinded by love to ever notice how he truly acts around you. The hood of your hoodie starting to fall of your head as you grasped on your backpack tightly. "Y/N!! Wait! Please!", you could hear Suna yell as he ran after you. Oh wait, shit, we havent done those classic flashbacks you see in a romance drama before ending with "To be Continued" yet huh? Let's go back then shall we?

........

"Rinrin, you just fucking stood me up for the 5 time this week! My phone battery died after waiting for you for an entire goddamn 4 hours."

You stood infront of your annoyed looking boyfriend. He glanced up quite a few times but rolled his eyes right after each scentence you ended. "Look just give me some time, I had other things to do.", stuffing his hands in the pockets of his jacket looking away. "I have given you time, 5 months even. C'mon you keep repeating the same thing all over. I have basketball and soccer practice too and I make room for your needs! I dont see whats so wrong-" "Of course you dont see it, you're just too laid-back and dense to ever care for something thats important to me at all. You're not even that good at them, thats why your coach lets you skip and you dont mind skipping practice. Honestly, I would'nt even be surprised if they give the captain title to someone else!", he scoffed as he glared, cutting you off. You were honestly hurt at that point, that your own boyfriend would actually say that without even looking sorry. Stooping down to his level, eye-ing him with a bitter look on your face, "Then if I'm not ever good enough at anything, then maybe I'm not ever gonna be good enough for our relationship, eh?" With wide eyes he (FINALLY) met your cold stare. "W-wait, you dont really mean that..? Maybe you should cool off and give me some time to-", he tries to hold your hand but his got slapped aside. His team members noticed your heated conversation and stood there staring in silence. "You've been given your precious "Time". Now if you'll excuse me I'll take my leave, later dipshit. See you, guys." Waving off to the team before dashing out the door.

........

And now we're here.

A desperate Suna who once used to be your boyfriend running after his S/O who was casually sprinting yelling "Wait!" like a mad-lad across the pavement. Not looking back you thought to yourself, "So its true huh.. Should've listened." before shutting the door once you reached your house that you ex-boyfriend pounded on throughout the night trying to get you to talk to him again.

i have never once writen angst in my life its just so cheesy to me so i tried it for fun lol anyways todays my birthday and less than 5 people remembered so it'll make me happy if you followed me, said hi or wished me a happy birthday (੭ ˃̶͈̀ ω ˂̶͈́)੭⁾⁾ pls gimme ideas in the asks im begging you im bored asf and im taking up requests for any genre (fluff and angst) ε=o(´ﾛ｀||)