#will imagine

[willsimpforanyone]

Hey, could you do a story where the reader cuts and then (Will Solace from Hoo,) finds them and thats how they start a relationship? Thank you!

i can absolutely do this

obviously! this is a trigger warning! this will have descriptions of self-harm that people may find distressing! if you struggle with this, know that i understand and i love you

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Everything was just... a bit too much.

It felt like everyone was against me, too many eyes on me, too many intrusive questions. All I could think about was how I could relieve this horrific feeling of tightness and anxiety and utter hopelessness residing like a parasite in my chest.

I had to last the whole day, the whole day around other people and I crawl into my cabin at the end of the day. Everyone else is round the bonfire so, thank all the gods, I was free.

In the quiet of the empty cabin, I slip a small box from under my bed and pop it open. The metal glints in the low light and a sick sense of relief flares from my ribcage. I yank off my dirty jeans and ignore the slight sting from the days-old cuts.

The pain is sharp and grounding and i inhale sharply as I slip the blade over the top of my thigh. The parasitic anxiety eases in my chest somewhat, retracting its claws and letting me breathe.

Blood beads over my skin and I dab at it with the cotton pads in the little box. I repeat the action four times, finding it easier to exist with each pass of the blade and each thin red line that appears on my skin. Falling back onto the bed, I exhale in relief, mind entirely focused on the sharp, stinging pain radiating from my injuries.

The creak of the door opening sends a bolt of terror through me and instinctively, I shove my box behind me. Eyes wide and anxious, I stare at the person coming through the door of my cabin.

Will steps inside cautiously and despite my abject fear, a part of me flutters and lights up just at the sight of him. For a good ten seconds, there's nothing. Nothing happens, nothing is said, we just look at each other.

He closes the door behind him, visibly sturdying himself.

"Have you cleaned them?"

What?

"...what?"

"Your cuts." He pads closer, kneeling down in front of me and examining the bloody lines on my legs. "Have you cleaned them yet?"

Wordlessly, I shake my head, staring at him like he's grown two heads. Will stands up, examining the bathroom and grabbing the first aid kit that the Apollo cabin mandated had to be in every cabin.

The antiseptic and cotton pads get removed and he kneels back down in front of me. "This is going to sting," is the only warning I get before he starts dabbing at my cuts. I inhale sharply, fingers clenching in the bedsheets but remaining silent.

He cleans up the blood and doggedly disinfects the injuries, taping bandages over them and apologising softly every time I wince. I just watch him, confused and upset and grateful and terrified that he's going to hate me.

He even takes the blade and carefully washes it and wipes it dry so it doesn't rust, setting everything neatly back in my badly hidden box.

The box gets put to the side for now and he sits next to me, clearing his throat and looking firmly at the wall opposite us. It's me who slices the knife through the tension.

"...I'm sorry you saw that." My voice is less steady than I'd like it to be, but I don't burst into tears so I decide I'm proud.

Will shakes his head, shrugging slightly. "I've seen worse," he murmurs.

I look over at him, raising an eyebrow curiously. "Really?"

He looks like he's struggling for words, wondering how exactly to explain this, landing on the vaguest and yet simplest explanation. "...being a demigod is hard."

I nod, looking down at the floor and wisely deciding not to ask any further questions about that. Clearing my throat, I chew at my lip and glance back over.

"Um. Do you hate me now?"

The small smile Will sends my way is a better balm to my anxiety than anything else has ever been and I briefly wonder if Apollo had blessed him with a healing smile. "No, I don't hate you, I would never hate you."

"Never, huh?" I breathe a laugh. "That's a bold claim."

"It's true," he shrugs, gently nudging my shoulder with his. "Never, I'd never hate you."

His earnestness and honesty feels like a wriggling hope creeping to life under my ribcage. I can't help a smile quirking at my lips and I know he notices because he grins another world-saving grin.

"You look so nice when you smile," he hums, cheeks pink but not backing down. "I mean, you look nice anyway, but you look... even nicer when you smile."

I nudge him back, shaking my head but smiling despite myself. "Shut up."

"Nope." Will wraps an arm over my shoulder, almost protectively. "I'm gonna be nice to you forever. Shh, forever, I said it, forever."

Rolling my eyes, I lean into him. "So, do I come to you when I... need patching up?"

"Yeah, I can help you with that," he nods, then squeezes my shoulder. "Also, like, if you just want a chat. Or if you're bored. Or... to come ask me on a date or something."

"What was that last one?" I look over at him, voice teasing but also hoping that he meant it.

"Well, I don't want to ask you on a date right after... that," he flushes slightly, his smile turning slightly wobbly. "But when you're prepared, come find me, yeah?"

The fluttery hope in my chest twitches to life and bats against my heart, kickstarting something warm and sweet.

"Yeah, okay, I can... I can do that."

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thank you for requesting, thank you for requesting!

[hoteldreamss]

William Miller || imagine

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Ты лежишь в постели рядом с Уиллом, твоё обнажённое тело прижимается к его, даря тебе успокаивающее тепло. Он гладит тебя по плечу, наслаждаясь спокойствием между вами. После его долгой, опасной и даже мучительно бесполезной миссии, Миллер естественно задумался о многом, и о вас, в том числе. Он несказанно рад вернуться домой, в твои нежные объятия, в уютный дом.

— Знаешь, мне не нравится, когда ты уезжаешь, — произносишь ты, когда кончики твоих пальцев касаются нового шрама на животе Уилла, неровный, грубый, но уже заживший почти полностью. — Возвращаешься раненый, тихий и грустный. Мне не нравится, когда ты такой.

Уилл оставляет поцелуй на твоём лбу, слабо улыбаясь твоим словам, зная, что в них есть доля юмор и большая часть тревоги.

— Ты мог бы хотя бы поговорить со мной... если захочешь. — Ты задираешь подбородок, чтобы встретиться взглядом со своим женихом. — Я просто... не хочу... ты знаешь... потерять тебя.

Уилл понимает о чём ты говоришь. Это не секрет как некоторые военные переживают свой опыт на фронте. Он не хочет травмировать тебя своими рассказами о миссиях, это не твой груз и никогда не должен им стать. Но Миллер знает, если ему потребуется чем-то поделиться, ты выслушаешь, ты всегда принимала его со всем тем багажом, что него есть.

— Знаю, дорогая, — произносит Уилл, прижимая тебя к себе крепче.

Ты гладишь его по обнажённой груди, и в твоих действиях чувствуется тревога, волнение.

Придержива�� простынь, ты поднимаешься, без сопротивления освобождаясь от хватки Уилла. Он наблюдает за тобой, пока ты тянешься за своей одеждой.

— Дорогая, — он зовёт тебя с лёгким волнением, боясь, что его служба теперь не играет ему на руку. Может тебе просто уже надоели эти проблемы.

— Я в душ, — произносишь ты. — Присоединишься?

Уголки губ Уилла слабо поднимаются, его взгляд игриво поблёскивает. Ты плутовка заманиваешь его в свои объятия, заставляя отвлекаться от всех гнусных воспоминаний. Уилл приближается к тебе, наклоняется и целует твоё обнажённое плечо.

— Как я могу отказаться от такого? — его вопрос не требует ответа.

[snaxle]

I DONT WANNA PAY BILLS I WANNA USE MY MONEY FOR FOOD AND LIL GIFTS FOR MYSELF AND MY LOVED ONES

[puppyeared]

filipina miku!! my mom helped me with her outfit ^_^

[jordanbolton]

To The Substitute Art Teacher - Jordan Bolton

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[unpeeled-human]

special defense

does this count as anything ???is this art

[demonicseries]

imagine it. The night is November 5th, 2024. The election results are in. Misha Collins post a video. The camera is facing him, as he says “I love you.” Then it pans to the other person in the room, Jensen Ackles. He responds with “Kamala Harris is the next present for the United States”

[skipppppy]

This has to be an AU already right? I’ve never seen it. I’m doing it. My city now

The angst potential alone haunts me. How long do you think he waited for Ford?? When did it start to sink in that nobody was coming to save him, that nobody would miss him? Would anybody even want him back? How long did it take for his anger, his heartbreak, his grief to turn into acceptance and a belief that this was divine retribution? How long did he work, how many jobs did he take, how much wealth did he accrue, how many brushes with death did he have until he believed he’d “earned” the right to go home and see his brother?? Many such questions. I need to go deeper

[fox-bright]

I am never going to be able to leave Reddit.

[willsimpforanyone]

If you wouldn’t mind could you pls do a will solace x fem reader when reader is on her period and how he deals with it and cares for us during the time we’re on it and if you can’t that’s ok because you probably get a lot or requests but if you can that would be great, love your work btw!

i'm so glad you like my work!

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periods are a wide and varied experience so we're gonna go solidly down the middle when it comes to symptoms

will is experienced when it comes to blood and pain and taking care of people

and he adores taking care of his girlfriend

so when you wake up feeling bad and uncomfortable, he is already prepared

being a demigod doesn't exempt you from having a period, tragically, and as there are definitely loads of people who get their periods at camp, the entire apollo cabin is more than used to this

he's not squeamish like other partners you may have had

boy is Prepared

encourages you to take it easy, take as long as you need, will 100% come snuggle with you in bed if needs be

if you're up and about but suddenly struck with the mother of all cramps, he's immediately by your side and letting you squeeze his hand as hard as you want while it passes

absolutely has a pack of pads and tampons and mortal medicine as well as little bits of ambrosia and nectar

also has emergency underwear and snacks and a little heating pad for you

never ever makes you feel bad or like an inconvenience for something entirely natural and biological

endlessly patient with moodswings and irritation because being a son of apollo, he has seen every bad period symptom ever

basically if you want someone to be there for you on your period

will is the guy you wanna go to

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god i wish i had a will, anyway, hope you enjoyed, thanks for requesting!

[hoteldreamss]

William Miller || imagine

Метки: флафф

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Уилл внимательно следит за тобой, он знает, что должен перестать, но оторвать от тебя взгляд слишком сложно. Ему необходимо перестать вести себя так жутко, но чувства сильнее его, и это пугает Миллера, учитывая, что он обучался подавлять чувства, эмоции, быть идеальным солдатом. Но вот, он следит за бедняжкой, одновременно чувствуя себя хищником и жертвой одновременно. Волк следит за бедным кроликом, желает его душой и телом. Но глупый щенок внутри так и скулит от желания ощутить твоё внимание.

Наконец, собравшись мыслями, он оглядывается, чтобы убедиться, что никто его не заметил за подобным странным поведением, жалюзи и темнота в комнате позволяли Уиллу скрываться. Выйдя из комнаты, где ему нужно было просто оставить документы и уйти. Между твоим кабинетом и этой комнатой окно с жалюзи и это позволяло Уиллу иногда наблюдать за тобой, и каждый раз он чувствовал себя чёртовым маньяком.

Обходя угол, идя по коридору, Увилл подходит к двери уже твоего офиса, конечно, ты делила его со своей коллегой, другой женщиной, занимающейся также документами по военной части, в которой иногда появлялся Уилл толкая речи перед дембелями. Постучав по двери, Миллер сразу открывает её.

— Уильям, — ты приветствуешь его, продолжая стоять у своего стола и перебирать документы. — Чем я могу помочь? — твоё настроение явно хорошее, Уилл должен отметить, что ты всегда приветствуешь его с улыбкой на лице и это греет душу каждый раз.

— Вообще-то, вряд ли мой вопрос касается работы, — произносит Увилл, закрывая дверь за собой и подходя к тебе ближе размеренными шагами. Он привлекает твоё внимание, и ты смотришь на него заинтересованная и немного настороженная. — Я хотел спросить, не хочешь ли ты сходить со мной на ужин?

Ты явно задумываешься, прежде чем ответить, это и радует Уилла и заставляет нервничать.

— Ладно. В пятницу? В семь? — интересуешься и предлагаешь ты.

— Я заеду за тобой? Отправишь мне адрес?

— Хорошо.

Уилл чувствует себя воодушевлённым. Ты заставляешь его вспомнить какого это просто чувствовать, и это даже ��угает Уильяма, как ты легко тянешь за ниточки его сердце.

[sniperct]

[mischievous-thunder]

What was considered peak masculinity back in the 2000s is now considered as little meow meow energy in 2024

This clearly shows how far we've progressed and become even more improved versions of ourselves.

As for this godly man, he's still as fiery and yet so sweet even two decades later, if not more, as he was all those years ago.

[jordanbolton]

To The Person Who Was Sitting Near Me On The Train - Jordan Bolton

My first book ‘Blue Sky Through the Window of a Moving Car’ is out Nov 7th and is available to pre-order here - https://smarturl.it/BlueSky

[dyke-ass-fujoshi]

How I found out about trump getting shot