#I'm tired of everyone laughing at me and thinking I'm a burden | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

mechaknight-98 · 5 months

Text

Best Buddies Ft SinB (NSFW)

Authors note: I'm releasing my Wednesday release a bit early because I understand that not everyone may like it so I might as well get it out of the way. If you enjoy cool. Feel free to tell me what you like and who you would like to see next.

You enter the code for your apartment tired, and frustrated. Your apartment has always felt cramped. Like a rat inside of a cage. You hated it the artificial lights grated on your senses. You yearned for the countryside or any respite from this artificial city. Before your fury could stew further a voice rings out in comfort.

"Aye, you look like shit," SinB says to you as you walk into your shared small abode. you smirk as she has the temperature just right to shake off the cold, and the smell of pizza fills the air.

“How do you know you can't even see me?” you yell.

“I have seen you come home enough times to know when you'll look like shit. Especially when you're 2 hours late.” SinB chortles.

You smirk at SinB before retorting, "Well yeah some of us have to work normal jobs where we look like shit." you smile when SinB comes into view. Her resting serious face appears stern but to you, it was a facade as you walked over to your buddy. You hug her tightly. SinB looks at you while you hug her

“What’s got you smiling so much?” SinB asks intrigued as she breaks away and walks around you.

You smile harder as you answer “Nothing just happy to be home with friends.” you loved her tough exterior hiding her soft and goofy heart.

“Ah now don't go all sappy on me. It's annoying,” SinB replies feigning an annoyed tone that you knew she was happy to see you.

“Well with the day I had, I get the right to be.” you challenge.

SinB stops in front of you and holds your hands. She watches as they violently shake with the remaining workday jitters and anger

“You need a new job, I can feel your body tremble with rage. Why do you let them treat you like that?” SinB says plainly

“Why are you hiring?” you tease.

SinB smacks your arm as she laughs. Her response is biting, short but true“I'm serious I can feel how sad and angry you are. Why do you let these people walk all over you,”

“I know it's just…” you begin

“I know I know you have to be guarded and can't “expose yourself to harm” but you being the considerate one harming you. consider finding a better environment” SinB implores you

You shrug this job was a massive pain to get and you didn't want to leave SinB hanging so you throw her a bone, “Well if you know where I should look, I will,” you reply

SinB pouts as she watches your features, she eyes you up and down as you change out of your work clothes into normal clothes, “Why don't you go back to photography? You were so good at it!”

You sigh as you've had this conversation over and over “It didn't pay the bills.”

SinB grins mischievously as she counters, “If I remember correctly it paid most of them before we met.”

You groan remembering the context, “Well, that was before we began living together in this dump.”

As you walk to grab a slice of cheese Pizza SinB narrows her eyes and asks “Maybe then we should move back to the countryside at least for a bit. You can go back to photography and I can still focus on Viviz”

Your eyes spring back to life as you excitedly say, “I love that! how about we do that three months from now sound?”

SinB pouts and groans at your lack of impulsivity, “I’m okay with it but I'd rather you quit tomorrow.”

You look at SinB worried “SinB you know I can't do that”

SinB steals your slice and with a partially full mouth garbled “Why not? What happened to my country boy who wanted to document the world?”

“I think he moved in with a famous pop star and needed to not be a burden to her, I need to be careful” you respond

SinB smiles and chuckles. when you walk into the small kitchen area of your apartment you see SinB who smiles at you. She walks over to you and stares at you her adorable pout lives up the oppressively dull apartment you lived in. She gets closer and hugs you as she does she hands you a slice of pizza it's Hawaiian, your favorite.

“You need to get out of Seoul,” SinB says as she caresses your back. You nod as you take a bit of pizza

"Ah, my favorite. what's the occasion?" you ask curious. SinB smiles

She purses her lips before saying, "Well I thought I should get something for my best Buddy before I leave for my world tour."

You smile proud of her and all of her hard work. You take a bite of Pizza then say, "Oh right Congrats. So is this your going away party? Also, this is the reason I can't leave tomorrow we have too much going on "

SinB smiles before she says seductively, "Something like that."

You tilt your head to look down at her. Her eyes are full of excitement but also nerves, which makes you worry so you ask a teasing question."But don't you want to be with your family, friends, or members?" you tease as you finish your Pizza slice

The air drastically shifts from loving to lustful "Well, I would but I couldn't do this. SinB says before bringing you into a lurid and fevered kiss. She also squeezes your ass and begins to massage it. when you feel her tongue venture into your mouth you break the kiss. a trail of saliva being the only remnant of the lip lock. SinB licks her lips.

"So this isn't an innocent meeting between friends?" you ask with feigned annoyance.

"Oh Please it's been a week since we've fucked." SinB said bluntly. She pouted at you before continuing, "We need this. Plus I know you have been dreaming about my body. I know yours has been running around in my mind." as she speaks she closes in on you again and firmly grabs your ass before bringing you in for another kiss. this one is even more hot and heavy than the last. you stay with her in this moment getting lost in each other's taste. When I pull away from SinB she smirks evilly which in this context can only mean one thing. "God I love your ass. I can't wait to pound it to oblivion." SinB mewls as she leads you to the bedroom. Your eyes roll.

"is this the only reason you took a chance on a foreigner like me, just so you could use my ass?" you question your friend with benefits.

"No you pillowy ass is just the icing on the cake. You're kind, smart, honest, and tough so I can be me when I am with you as opposed to SinB the K-pop star. I can be Hwang Eunbi the lady." SinB said wistfully.

You tilt your head at her words, as they stirred your heart not to lust but to care, despite being Lusty partners you had grown to care for Eunbi the girl, and weren't just in it for SinB the star. In the mundane moments you gathered while living together you learned a lot about her. Her likes her dislikes. Her apprehensions and her relations. Besides her members, you were probably the one who knew her best, but that went both ways. When SinB looked into your eyes she saw her “cuddle bear”. She saw the soft-hearted but fierce-minded guy whom she was trying hard not to fall for. She respected your opinions and insights on the world. So seeing you so furious with no recourse at her up. You smile at Eunbi and realize you've fallen for her. This revelation of hers was news to you so you ask, "So would you rather me call you Eunbi?"

Eunbi's eyes cloud over with lust as she stares at you hungrily, "OOh, I like that say it again." she demands in her "Sex starved tone."

"Uh Eunbi." Eunbi's eyes disappear as she smiles with a brightness that can rival the sun. You truly love her goofy eye smile and wish she would wear it all the time. In your opinion it was better than most of the other accessories she would often wear. When she regains her composure she pushes you into the bedroom and locks the door.

"Strip," she commands. you do as she commands as she strips as well. when you are both naked as the day you were born you approach your "friend with benefits."

"I'd usually say take me to dinner first but we kinda already did that." you tease which causes Eunbi to laugh as she looks for her strapon. you kiss her forehead and keep her close for a bit which she appreciates but also she's needy and goes back to her searching.

When she finds the strap she puts it on and sashays back to you before she bends you over the bed and slaps your ass she watches as the flesh jiggles with delight.

Eunbi’s dainty hand actresses your rear, “okay babe relax.”

You hear Eunbi’s slip of the tongue and turn to face her, as you say “Babe?” Eunbi blushes before telling you to shut up. You hear her spit and try to relax.

"Okay, I am going to start, and then after that rail me until I can't walk anymore," Eunbi says with eyes glazed over by need and lust but lit with excitement. As She fastens the strap she moans as one of the heads is driven deep into her pussy. You breathe as she impales you

“God I forgot how tight you were relax babe it will be fine,” Eunbi assures you, and in her eyes you see concern. You know she wants you to feel as good as she does and doesn't want you hurt. So you slow your breathing and calm the jitters. As she thrusts into you again the stresses and annoyances of work wash away. “Atta boy babe,” SinB says as she slides in and out. You moan which makes Eunbi swell with joy. “You like how I fuck that fat ass babe.”

“Oh yes” you moan Eunbi smiles as she keeps thrusting. Despite the uncanny feeling of being pegged. It was a pleasant still euphoric experience. As Eunbi continued her thrusts you moan to her “Oh god yes take all your stress out on my fat ass dominate it.” you almost yell to Eunbi. As she pounds into your ass this strange feeling of compertion sets in. It drives you wild to watch your friend? Have her way with you. So you egg her on even harder letting yourself submit to her. “Oh don't you love this fat ass that ripples each time you pound into it?” you say as you watch Eunbi lose control.

She pulls your back up and says “I love this slutty ass. It's all mine too, and no one else. I love that this fat ass is only mine to fuck and mine to ruin. I love it.” Eunbi says as she continues to speed up her thrusts. You see sweat build on her body, but then you feel your head being jerked to her eyes.

“Be a good boy for me babe and roll those pretty eyes back.” as she says that she goes deeper than you've ever felt and you scream. Eunbi moans “There's my good boy. The good boy who’s always so supportive of me and everything I do. The good boy who left his photography job so he could live with me. The good boy who lets me ruin his ass. That's who you are. Don't let anyone tell you different.” Eunbi says as she continues to pound into you. While she does so Eunbi begins stroking your dick while she fucks you. You Moan and writhe in her arms overwhelmed. seeing this Eunbi decides to send you over the edge. “Is my good Boy gonna cum. Because I think my good boy needs it. Forget about work forget about your terrible boss just focus on me, good boy. Let me take care of you.” to send you over the edge she nibbles on your right ear. her actions and words meteor you over the edge. You start cumming and can't stop your seed flying all across the bed. Eunbi smiles as she continues to use your ass chasing her release now as she watches your cock viciously spray all over the bed. After your orgasm ends you lay on the bed as she continues to rail you Eunbi smiles as she sees your body release the tension you've held since you walked in the apartment.

this stokes the flames of Eunbi’s lust which push her to fuck you harder. You turn your back to watch Eunbi lose herself to the pleasure of her bright smile plastered all over her face

“Babe” she groans you turn to face her “I'm cumming.” you smile as she moans and screams before falling on top of you. You scoop up the smaller lady and you both lie on the bed. Removing the cum stained comforter first obviously. The saccharine scent of sex permeates the bedroom as the two of you lie down together. “I have never seen you cum that much or that violently,” SinB says with a raised eyebrow

You smile as you fix her hair before saying, “Well yeah how could I not when my best buddy takes such good care of me.”

SinB blushes and pouts as she says “Well someone has to take care of my good boy since he won't do it for himself.”

The atmosphere goes from lurid to chaste as you lay next to Eunbi. Your body eases more as she plays with your hands. She turns and boops your nose, and your heart explodes causing you to say, “I love you Eunbi.”SinB’s eyes widen at your statement and she goes silent. You watch as her brain squirms and tries to process your statement and her own emotions regarding you.

“You’re a dick you know that.” SinB says.

You laugh as she continues to play with your hair, “I told you this would get messy and that's why I didn't want to start this relationship.”

“I know Mr. Know it all but couldn't you have been less annoying about it?” SinB asks pointed you shrug at her question.

“You’ve been so good to me and providing me such peace in all of this how could I not fall for you?” you ask Eunbi

Eunbi smirks and says, “I am pretty great aren't I?” you nod and she starts kissing you again while rubbing your hardening cock at a egregiously slow pace. You groan as the kiss breaks. Eunbi stares at you with wanton eyes, you know what she wants. You get up and move her to her favorite position; doggy. You rub your rod across the edge of her folds. She is absolutely drenched to the point of it pooling under her cunt and as you continue to tease her she yells at you. “Stop teasing me. Be a good boy and rail me.” you smile and oblige like the good boy you are. Your first thrust into SinB is much like her subtle but overwhelming. Shes is always tighter than you think she would be and as you bottom out slowly in her she mewls in fervent pleasure, you groan as she moans saying,”oh yes Zod fill me.”

“Shit Eunbi. How are you always so tight?” you question

“I'm always tight for my good boy,” Eunbi says with a wicked smile before you begin to thrust. You start slowly hoping to give her time to adjust but she yells at you to go faster and harder she can take it. So again you are obliged you watch as she loses herself to the pleasure and says “God you fill me so well.” and as her breath hitches she becomes impossibly tight, oh God I'm cumming” SinB yells as she begins to squirt all over the bed. A first for the both of you actually since you had never seen this before. Her tightness is so overwhelming in fact that it forces you out of her as she rides her orgasm. While her body rages on without you watching as continues chasing the high. After SinB calms down you look at the mess she made and sigh. She looks at you apologetically as you gesture for her to get up so you can wash all of the bedding now. As the two of you wait you go back to the now-cold pizza and begin eating it well you just dive right in Eunbi heats hers up in the oven “like a civilized person” but cold pizza is delicious so you ignore her remark as you continue eating. SinB smirks and after her pizza is finished she sits next to you. She leans on you as the two of you eat pizza naked in your shared apartment.

“Hey Zod why did you agree to move in with me?” Eunbi asks.

“I thought it would be fun. I didn't expect We’d become so close,” you respond

“Do you like us being so “close?” she asks. I can hear the worry in her voice and I respond

“Despite hating this workload and culture I have never once regretted the time we've spent together and would do it all over again,” you answer

SinB looks at you surprised to hear you say such kind words, “oh you've fallen for me hard.” she teases. You nod.

SinB pouts, “How do you do it? How do you stay so calm when everything around you is on fire.” she asks

You turn to her with a simple response, “I always weigh the cost of losing my cool. At work if I hit Mark for saying something smart about you I won't be able to see you anymore.” you say calmly

“So you endure all this for me?” Eunbi asks

“No, you are just icing on the cake.” you tease Eunbi which causes her to hit you.

“I love you too best buddy,” Eunbi says as she leans into you again

#viviz sinb #sinb #viviz #viviz smut #sinb smut #kpop fanfic #fanfic #male reader

248 notes · View notes

beruxyz · 3 months

Text

| ᴡʜʏ ғᴀʟʟ ғᴏʀ ᴍᴇ?

ɢᴇɴsʜɪɴ ᴡᴏᴍᴇɴ x ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴏʀ's ᴄʜɪʟᴅ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ (ɢɴ)

Characters = Jean, Lisa,

-ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs = "This is my first ever fic, So it may be trash.", Not-Proofread, Slight-Angst, Short.

𝙹𝙴𝙰𝙽 - 𝙳𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝙺𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝

- Hardworking, Reliable Jean. Always one to never back down on her words but fail to back down when needed. She is as strong as she looks, She is the Acting Grand Master for a reason.

- Though, Even if she is strong, She has her own set of problems. And no, Not just the paperworks that seem to pile up each and everyday.. 𝐘𝐨𝐮.

- It's not that she hates you, No no. You're the creators child! An heir of their maker but.. She can't help but feel as though this is a dream, Being the lover of the heir of the entirety of Teyvat? That sounds like a fantasy.

- She feels as though you deserve better, Someone smarter, Stronger, more reliable than her. She can't help but think little about herself whenever you stand beside her, She loves you, oh so very dearly, But. Do you truly love her back?

__-____-__-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-___-_

"My dear..?" The muffled voice coming over from the closed, Locked door of Jean's office. She has sucluded herself inside, She didn't want you to see her in such a state. She didn't want you to see how weak she is.

A knock comes from the door, Twice, thrice. Sooner or later, Jean was already in front of the door. Contemplating whether to let you in or not, To let you see how vulnerable she was to thoughts that resembled those of the abyss.

"(Name)... I'm.. I'm sorry." Jean softly speaks out, Clutching her chest tightly as she held back her tears. "Jean, Open the door. Please, Let's talk." The muffled voice speaks out, The same level of softness with Jean's. The dandelion knight just obeyed without a thought, Opening the door slightly ajar to let you see her.

(Name) quickly comes inside upon seeing her current state, Closing the door behind themselves as they quickly cupped Jean's face.

"My dear? Has something happened? Please, Tell me." (Name) spoke gently, A worried look on their face as Jean just smiled slightly at the God's worry. "No, No. Im.. Im fine." Jean whispered, A small huff of tiredness escaping her. "Im just.. Wondering, 𝚆𝚑𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎?"

"Because, You're the only one that sees me as me, Not 'Creator's child'. Not 'Teyvat's Next Ruler'. Just me. I love you. I love you very much, I will never get tired of repeating it to you. I love you so much, Jean."

𝙻𝚒𝚜𝚊 - 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝙻𝚒𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚗

- "The flirty librarian of the Knights of Favonius". Everyone just sees her as that, Nothing else. No one realizes just how much depth and character her personality has. Mondstadt citizens love her, fear her or anything in between. But they barely even know her.

- Lisa, A name that strikes fear to those that have faced her wrath when they didn't bring back her books on time. A name that strikes others with amazement upon having the knowledge about her past with Sumeru, being the Alumna of the Akademiya.

- People that has a facade often crumbles to pieces upon having the thoughts of not being good enough, Lisa is no exception. Even she feels like she doesn't belong for you, 𝐍𝐎𝐓 for you.

- A thought that corrupts and takes over her mind, Even when it all started small. Even when she just laughed it off at first, It clawed her mind. The doubts, The judgement of herself slowly getting to her thoughts.

- But she would never tell you, She wouldn't want to burden you with mortal problems as that. She would rather eat herself inside out than making you worry for her.

__-_____--_-____-_-_-_--__-_-_-_-_-_-_

"Dear? You have been quiet for some time. Is anything wrong? You can always tell me." The God spoke with helpless worry, Holding onto a book that they were just about to put back on the shelf.

"Oh. Nothing is wrong love, Just thinking about the citizens that still haven't returned with their books." Lisa spoke with serene calmness, A facade she has mastered with your help, Unbeknownst to you.

She loved you, She loved you for being nice, caring.. Naive. She loved that you didn't question her too much, She knew your naivety would put you in danger, But it's nothing that she can't fix.

"Oh, Like Donna?" (Name) asked while facing the shelf, Putting the book back to where it belongs before walking over to Lisa on her table. "Yes, Love. Like Donna, But she'll come of course. Ive already shown her what I'd do if she doesn't return back for the 4th time." The mage spoke with a calm yet scary smile on her face. Maybe it was just the doubts returning back to her, eating her mind alive, But if Donna doesn't come back with the book tomorrow, Lisa might accidentally let her boiling hot exasperation on her.

𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨! 𝘐 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘈𝘓𝘓 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘛𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘳. 𝘉𝘶𝘩-𝘣𝘺𝘦

#genshin x reader #lisa minci #lisa minci x reader #genshin lisa #genshin women x reader #genshin women #jean gunnhildr #jean gunnhildr x reader #genshin jean #first fic #genshin impact x gn reader #genshin impact x female reader #genshin impact x male reader #sagau x reader #beruxyz's fics

132 notes · View notes

revel-inbluehues · 6 months

Text

Oh my goodness gracious, I am several different types of broken rn. I just watched episode 7, and I NEED TO RANT AND I'M PROBABLY GOING TO LEAK A SPOILER OR TWO.

Okay, firstly, the first half was hilarious, just FX and MQ being absolute comedic gold. I completely forgot that FX was afraid of women since I read the novels a long time ago, but it was hilarious. He looked so disgusted. Them getting in funny situation is good as it is, but the animators did a fantastic job at the facial expressions of FX, MQ and the background heavenly officials who were hearing all of this play out. I laughed at it all, and poor SQX being embarrassed, tired, and exasperated at the dice shenanigans that he had to deal with earlier.

But, funny as it was, the second part was my favourite bit.

I literally froze when I saw Fang Xin. It was beautiful and terrifying at the same time. Knowing what that blade had done, the history it has made it so much more impactful since this is the first time since this is the first time XL is seeing it in 600 years or so while this is the first time HC is seeing it in around 800 years if I remember it correctly. It is such a metaphorically heavy blade, and seeing its design and animation is so very beautiful.

Meanwhile, LQQ commented on how different XL seemed, and XL responded on how this is how he always was, just that LQQ never knew it. Even still, XL felt like a teacher to LQQ, so I feel like no matter how separate XL tried to be, he did very much care for LQQ as I'm sure the next episode will show.

But I think the major part that got me was LQQ's speech about not becoming full of resentment or like XL, which is one hell of a gut punch. Once again, bravo to the animators for that little cut to XL's eyes widening. I always knew LQQ was a parallel to XL, and it is most clearest here. In that moment, XL knew that he was LQQ's White No Face, and that, in LQQ's perspective, where he started the worst moments of his life in a twisted attempt to make LQQ just as resentful as him. It was a fantastic comparison and a terrible irony to XL, something he clearly acknowledged as he laughed and tried so hard not to cry. XL's comparison to the White No Face is something that will probably hurt every time, since to XL, only he and JW know about it, and he's unable to share the burden of what happened, which probably just hurts even more. The parallel between LQQ's words to XL and XL's words to White No-Face is so painful, especially to XL, who thinks that it's his burden to bare, and it probably hurts more when you consider that he literally just got Fang Xin back.

And throughout all of this, the one other person who knew all of this, and wanted to share the burden was standing right next to him, looking hurt and about to cry as he watch his most loved hurt. HC knew the significance of it all, and it was a stark reminder of all the times he failed to protect the one he loved the most, and since this right after he accidently hurt XL as well, this must be painful for him too. There is so much foreshadowing for all the donghua-watchers only and so much tragedy underlining this scene.

The part where XL hesitated to hold Fangxin, when you know everything, hurts so much. It caused him so much trauma, wielding it would have just been such a painful reminder.

Let me move onto fangirling before I cry.

Firstly, I was waiting for the daruma doll bit for a while. He looks so cute and angry at the same time. It's adorable, and I laughed when LQQ side-eyed HC in the daruma form.

Secondly, why do HC and XL still look so HOT EVEN AS THE WEIRD CANDLE DEMONS, OMG???? HC with horns, blue skins, and black sclera is going to haunt me for DAYS, and XL looks so good with it as well. The candles on their heads look so funny though.

The next episode is for the Qi Rong simps, and I would like to remind everyone that Qi Rong, heathen that he is, is still physically hot, even if I have the visceral desire to punch him.

#heaven official's blessing #tgcf donghua #tgcf season 2 #tgcf #hua cheng #mxtx tgcf #tgcf spoilers #xie lian #san lang #lang qianqiu #mu qing #feng xin #fang xin #i love fang xin it is such a loaded blade #i love symbolic items they are such good storytellers

79 notes · View notes

nettleclanstale · 10 days

Text

Writings of NettleClan- #1

The very first issue of Writings of NettleClan- Where I write random short stories and oneshots about what the cats of NettleClan get up to in between moons. Writing Requests are welcome and highly encouraged!! Now it's get into the first writing.

Sunsong/Peakpaw Oneshot

Sunkit poked her head out of the nursery entrance, looking around. The fresh scent of Leaf-Fall air filled the young kit's nostrils, and she lifted her nose to take in more of the sweet, almost addicting smell.

She glanced behind her. Valleywave was still asleep, curled in her nest with her tail protectively wrapped around her body. However Peakkit, Sunkit's sister, was already awake and padding towards her.

"Hey," Peakkit greeted, taking a seat beside her littermate and glancing up at the sky with a gentle, slightly sleepy smile. "What're you doing...?"

"Hi! I'm just looking." Sunkit dipped her head in greeting, looking back out at NettleClan's camp. It was just beginning to stir.

Dewkit, followed by Bumblekit and Hazykit, darted out of the warrior's den. All three young cats giggled and whirled to face the entrance as an extremely groggy and irritated Ambershard padded out, tail lashing. The warrior approached the three, saying something to them that Sunkit couldn't quite hear.

Whatever it was, it made Bumblekit's tail droop, while Dewkit let out an annoyed huff and stalked away. Hazykit was still giggling, until Ambershard shot him a glare that made him go silent.

Peakkit's whiskers twitched. "I wonder what it's like to have kits." She mused, tilting her head.

Sunkit wrinkled her nose, making a mock-gagging sound and turning her head to her sister. "Probably not good!" She huffed in reply. "Kits are noisy and smell weird!"

"But you're a kit!" Peakkit protested.

"Exactly!" Sunkit stomped a front paw, her white ear twitching.

Peakkit giggled, then went back to watching over the camp. Badgerfern was leaving the warrior's den and making his way over to the apprentice den, where Mistlepaw was asleep. He gently called the apprentice, who stalked out of the den and silently followed his mentor out of camp. In the same heartbeat Aloesight trotted out of his den, a slight limp in his step as he left camp with old, dirty moss in his jaws.

"When I grow up," Peakkit finally meowed. "I want to have lots of kits. I think it would be fun! And then I can make you kit-sit for me!" She nudged Sunkit with a paw, earning a squeal from the cream she-kit.

"Really??" Sunkit narrowed her eyes, but made sure to grin so Peakkit wouldn't think she was angry. "I'll never have kits! Have fun licking bellies to help them make dirt!"

Peakkit laughed, before entwining her tail with Sunkit's and purring. "Maybe I will."

Sunsong stared out of the camp entrance, wrapping her tail around her belly. It wasn't any much bigger than before she found out she was expecting, and yet she felt as if everyone knew. As if everyone could see.

She looked up, and saw many stars glittering in the sky. The moon was full, leaving a soft light over the world as it glowed. Every now and then a chilly Leaf-Fall breeze would blow through her pelt, making her shiver. She had volunteered for guard duty that night, and Spiderstar agreed, telling her to let him know if she got too tired. While she just gave a smile and a small nod, she knew that she would be up for a long time, if not all night.

Sunsong sighed, feeling scared and alone. With Hazelstar's death only being a moon prior, and Ottercloud having his kits only three days ago, NettleClan held a tense air. And then she just had to find out she was having kits earlier that day...

She couldn't tell anyone. Not yet. Not until she was forced to move to the nursery. She didn't want to be a burden, especially when it came to kits she didn't know if she even wanted.

Memories flooded through Sunsong's brain. Memories of being a kit, of talking to Peakpaw...

Sunsong shifted, tensing her muscles.

Peakpaw always wanted kits.

The she-cat constantly spoke of having a mate and starting a family one day. And everytime, Sunsong would feign disgust and give a snide remark.

That was so, so long ago.

Lying down and feeling the cool earth touch her belly, Sunsong held back a sob. She loved her sister, more than anything or anyone else. But she was gone. Peakpaw was gone, and Sunsong was never getting her littermate back.

Oh, Peakpaw. She thought to herself. I'm doing this for you. Please, if I'm doing the right thing, let me know. Tell me now if I'm doing something wrong.

A particularly strong breeze made Sunsong look up, blinking away the blurriness from tears she didn't even know she was holding back.

In the sky, one star was significantly brighter than the rest, as if it were speaking to her. Sunsong let out a sigh of relief.

Peakpaw was with her still, she realized.

She was going to be okay.

#clangen #warrior cats #wc oc #not a moon update #Nettleclan Writings #Peakpaw #Sunsong

29 notes · View notes

manari-archives · 11 months

Text

emails i can't send fwd: masterlist

note: some of the stories are not inspired by the entire song and only a couple of lines or verses.

001. emails i can't send | CS55

It's times like these, wish I had a time machine So I could see what you did And thanks to you I, I can't love right I get nice guys and villainize them

002. Vicious | CS55

You're lucky I'm a private person I've quietly carried your burden, and Everyone thinks you're an angel But, shit, I would probably use different wordin'

003. Read your Mind | MV1

To think that we could be casual You're not my friend And, baby, you never were Why the fuss if you say you just wanna be mine?

004. Tornado Warnings | LH44

I'll drive you home ,You drive me crazy But that's not gonna stop me I'll call you out, You call me "baby"

005. because i liked a boy | GR63

Tell me who I am, guess I don't have a choice All because I liked a boy You said I'm too late to be your first love, but I'll always be your favorite

006. Already Over | MS47

We been talkin' for hours 'bout how we shouldn't talk for hours on end Kissing after a conversation 'bout how we'd probably be better off as friends

007. how many things | LS18

I wonder how many things you think about before you get to me I wonder how many things you wanna do you think I'm in-between I feel myself falling further down your priorities And I still make excuses for you constantly

008. bet u wanna | DR3

When you don't have control of who I'm holdin' Is it feeding all your fears? Bet you miss me, bet you're reminiscin' I bet you hate the way that you said goodbye

009. Nonsense | MS47

You said you like my eyes and you like to make 'em roll Treat me like a queen, now you got me feelin' thrown, oh I think I got an ex, but I forgot him

010. Fast Times | LN4

Couple days in, I call you "baby" Three stories up here contemplatin' But what the fuck is patience Give me a second to forget I ever really meant it

011. skinny dipping | DR3

But both of us, we'll be thinking about how different we are From those scared little kids that had those Arguments in your garage All the ways we sabotaged it What it was and what it wasn't

012. Bad for Business | LH44

We look good in photographs, I like the way you like to laugh At dirty jokes, I know they'll always land Used to get to work on time, but now you're taking up my nights Never been so glad to be so tired

013. decode | MV1

There's a weight off my shoulders now that I don't chase you Being myself, did that emasculate you? Learning from you that I can walk away too

014. opposite | CL16

Oh so you do have a type? And it's not me Oh so you can reply? Just to not me So y'all are in Paris now? Guess it's public Face like that other girl,You're in love with

015. Feather | CL16

Your signals are mixed, You act like a bitch You fit every stereotype, "Send a pic" I got you blocked, Excited to never talk I'm so sorry for your loss

016. Lonesome | GR63

If I fall in love with all my problems, will they leave me too? Well maybe I believed in all your lies, 'cause I believed in you Why were you somewhere else when you were next to me? I know, you know, it keeps me up

017. things i wish you said | LN4

When I saw you cry, I didn't handle it well Without you here I don't know what to do with myself I hope you know it scared me to death The night that your sister said that you got in an accident

120 notes · View notes

tyuninthemirror · 1 year

Text

— she looks so perfect: k.th

— pairing: idol!taehyun x model fem!reader — genre: fluff — word count: 1065 — disclaimers: mentions of insecurities, mentions of food. taehyun being too pure for this world. — synopsis: taehyun wasn't biased or anything, but you were the kindest and most beautiful person he has ever met. your insecurities were spiraling out of control and he knew he had to put an end to it. — series masterlist

— author's note: this is by far my most favorite work. i hope you all love it as much as i did ♡

'I am beautiful. I am beautiful.' you repeat over and over in your head as you reach your front door.

Today was a bad day. It was weigh-in, and you got scolded in front of everyone for being a bit bloaty since it was almost your period. Your manager nearly removed you from the line-up for the GENTLE MONSTER BOLD Collection photo shoot, and you overheard one of your 'friends' laughing behind your back in the changing room about your bloating.

You remove the little cooling pack you held under your eyes, sliding them into your pocket and checking your reflection for any apparent signs of crying for the last time before walking into your shared apartment with Taehyun.

"Taehyun-ah, I'm home," you called out, trying to sound as cheerful as possible.

"Welcome home," Taehyun responded, peaking his head from the kitchen. "Dinner is almost ready!"

You're Y/N, a runway model, and though many think you embody perfection, you can't help but be insecure about yourself. There are days like today when you absolutely hate how you look, especially when you're surrounded by models that seem to have it all together, but you try your best to hide it from Taehyun.

"What's up, Y/N? Are you okay?" he asked, concern in his voice as you both sat down to eat the food he had prepared. You don't want to burden him with your problems, so you try to brush it off.

"I'm fine. Just tired from work, that's all," you say with a weak smile.

"Okay," Taehyun said reluctantly. No matter how much you tried to get rid of your puffy eyes, Taehyun could tell you cried a lot. Neither did he miss the way you pretended to eat. He could tell you were pretending to eat for his sake.

Taehyun remembered the first time he met you. When TXT had just debuted, they were invited to Seoul Fashion Week, and you walked for Nike as a newbie model. Beomgyu teased Taehyun endlessly about gaping when he laid his eyes on you. After scoring your number after he snuck backstage, the rest was history. You got together, and Taehyun watched your career grow from a newbie to walking for Anderson Bell in Milan.

The one thing he could never understand was that as your career grew, your insecurity also grew. He watched as you slowly became a shell of the cheerful Y/N you once were, and it broke his heart.

Taehyun had attempted to talk to you several times about your mental health, but you constantly assured him you were okay. He was busy enough as it is. You didn't need him worrying about you.

The last straw for Taehyun was a week later when he walked into the apartment to be met with the sounds of your sobbing.

"Y/N…? What's wrong?" he asked as he placed a gentle hand on your shoulder. You turned around and wrapped your arms around Taehyun, sobbing into his chest. His heart clenched at the sound as he rubbed your back in comfort.

"They're taking me off the Jimmy Choo collection because my pinky toe keeps sticking out of the heels," you managed to say between sobs after a while of Taehyun comforting you.

"Oh no, baby, I'm sorry," Taehyun mumbles, holding you even tighter.

"Why do I have such ugly feet?" you sobbed louder. "No wonder Janey keeps booking shows. She's two sizes smaller than me in everything."

Taehyun's expression softens as he pulls back and cups your face, looking into your eyes. "Y/N, how could you think that? You are absolutely beautiful, and you always have been. I mean, I've seen you in that garbage bag for that weird raincoat collection, and even then, you were stunning."

You can feel the heat rising in your cheeks from embarrassment, but knowing that Taehyun genuinely thinks that about you is a comfort.

"I know you don't think you're ugly or fat. I know you better than that," Taehyun continued as he used his thumb to wipe your tears away. "So don't let other people tell you otherwise. Only your opinion matters."

"Taehyun, it's not that easy," you say, barely above a whisper. "I'm surrounded by these people all the time, and I feel like I'm not good enough."

Taehyun pulls you into his arms again as he feels his eyes stinging, tears threatening to show, your words utterly breaking his heart. You can feel his heart beating against your chest as he tries to hide his tears. "Y/N, you deserve so much better than this. You don't have to put yourself through this kind of stress all the time. You don't have to keep modeling if it's making you feel this way. You deserve to be happy."

You're too stunned to speak. You thought about changing companies or working exclusively for one company but never considered not modeling again.

"But what would I do if I stopped modeling?" you whispered in his ears. You found comfort in how he held you and realized how lucky you are to have Taehyun in your life.

"You could study again? Didn't you say you wanted to take up digital marketing? Or becoming a news anchor? I know how much you like talking about the weather," Taehyun began suggesting. "How about voice acting? I thought you did great voicing that character in the Trolls movie."

"Babe, it was two lines," you chuckled.

"Exactly! And you nailed it," Taehyun defended with so much enthusiasm in his voice that you couldn't hold back your laughter.

"Or…" Taehyun started. "I could buy us plane tickets to Hawaii right now, and we could hide out there for a few days. Sip coconuts on the beach? What do you say?"

"How lucky am I to have someone like you in my life," you sighed, pulling away to look at Taehyun, studying the face of the man you're proud to call your boyfriend.

"You're lucky? Then I must have saved lives in my previous life to be blessed with someone like you."

Taehyun's words make you realize that maybe he's right. Maybe it's time for a change in your life and to distance yourself from the superficial people you've been around lately.

As you lean into his embrace once more, you're grateful to have someone who loves and cares for you, flaws and all.

"I love you, Kang Taehyun."

#txt fanfic #txt fluff #txt drabbles #txt imagines #txt imagine #txt x you #txt x reader #taehyun #kang taehyun #taehyun x reader #taehyun x you #taehyun fluff

130 notes · View notes

sh1-n0bu · 2 years

Note

Ayo heard you want horny brainrots well I (🦝) have been summoned.

I don't know what your preferences are. Men, women, both, neither but personally I would fuck just about anything that is off age and willing so that being said

I absolutely adore Beidou. She is so fucking hot. She's powerful, strong willed, breathtakingly gorgeous and overall just step on me, captain I am actually begging. On top of that, she wields a claymore, the back amd shoulder muscle she must have? On God?? Yes, MA'AM.

Realistically she probably has a bunch of scars and a sun tan and overall I think Beidou might be the hottest woman in all of Genshin. Genshin has many hot women but no one surpasses her. My queen. My goddess. My love. My main since day ONE. (that's a lie but she was in fact the forst character I pulled)

Alright I'm going to take my brain and wring it out like a wet towel to give you some more asks. Cya in the next one

✿ 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙢𝙮 𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙚 ♡︎

characters: beidou x gn! reader

warnings: fluff, angst, there will be nsfw but it’s not as wild as my other posts, both reader and beidou are switch, cute domestic shits, kazuha being y’alls adopted son (kinda)

notes: 🦝anon, my beloved, i have already made it clear that i’m a raging bisexual so yes, women♥️. women, men, sexy human look alike puppets with god and inferiority complex, idc gimme them all! went with head cannons format with this one i hope you don’t mind. also i’m so sorry my beloved 🦝 anon, i took so long to answer😭😭

aahhh yes beidou

i’m pretty sure everyone took one look at her and went “i’m sat”

and yes 🦝 anon she would have the muscles, sun tan i mean come on she stays out in the sea for as long as she wants, scars and damn did i mention muscles whew it’s getting hot in here

absolutely would spoil tf out of you

jewels, foods, all kinds of trinkets from the places she’s been to before

and if you were to talk it out with her and won’t get seasick easily, she won’t hesitate to ask you to come with her on her ship alongside the crux

after basically adopting kazuha, you two would almost become his pseudo parents in a sense

beidou is the fun carefree mom while you are the parent that frets over him as if he’s a baby

and everytime she sees you scolding kazuha over the smallest of things such as scratching his pretty face she won’t hesitate to tease you in all kinds of ways

general nicknames would be “darling” “your highness”(teasingly) “my treasure”

“[NAME]! MY TREASURE! GUESS WHO CLAPPED THE BIG NOBUSHI GUYS’ ASSES BAREHANDED!”

“OH MY ARCHONS BEIDOU YOU’RE BLEEDING!!!”

if you were to ever kiss her scars or wounds while treating her she would just melt

“ahaha… oh darling, what did i ever do to deserve you?”

due to her past of being hated by the village she was taken in, sometimes beidou would have a very horrific and detailed nightmares or thoughts of you leaving her because she is ‘cursed’

would hate to burden you but will gently stir you awake to ask for cuddles and kisses

“i-i’m sorry, treasure. i-i just… please? hold me?”

please don’t degrade her even as a joke

since you’re someone so dear to her heart, even if she were to laugh it off as a joke on the outside, she would be thinking all sorts of bad thoughts on the inside

i feel like she would give the best hugs and piggyback rides

if you’re both walking around and you’re getting tired or wounded, she won’t hesitate to squat down in front you or carry you bridal style

is so so incredibly gentle with you

she knows she’s strong, she knows she’s powerful i mean she struck down haishan, the leviathan while visionless

and due to that knowledge she’s afraid she might accidentally hurt you in some way, even when she knows you’re not some fragile doll

i can’t really see her being a sub honestly

i feel like she would be either a switch or a soft dom

is into face-sitting and i cannot stress this enough

whether it’s you sitting on her face with your juices gushing and squelching, your legs trembling to hold yourself up she won’t stop until she’s satisfied

“shh it’s okay darlin’ you’re doing sooo good. come on sit on my face, i wouldn’t mind and you know that”

or her sitting on your face as she grinds her slicky pussy into your mouth while moaning and calling you a good girl/boy as she grips your hair

it doesn’t matter which one it is, she’ll take it

will overstimulate you but in the gentlest way you get what i’m saying?

“aww there there. come on you can cum again. you can cum again right darlin’? yes you can treasure. come on cum for me. you can do it”

or it’s you absolutely worshipping every inch of her body

“haaangg~ oh yes, that’s it. keep mmggff! keep going. ah yeah, you’re making me feel so good treasure~”

sex with her would generally be very soft, slow and filled with praises

aftercare would be you two cuddling together after cleaning each other up and just talking of small topics like today’s weather, the next destination, which destination to go to next etc etc

just,,,, beidou🥹🫶

#nobu.writes #beidou x reader #beidou x you #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader fluff #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x reader angst #beidou smut #genshin smut #switch reader #🦝 anon

320 notes · View notes

wooahaes · 4 months

Text

i wanna talk about it, so i'm gonna talk about it.

cw for death & loss of a family member, mental health issues, shitty family relationships, suicidal thoughts. just... it's a lot of my thoughts because i need to get them out, end of.

i knew what i signed up for when i told my parents i would be the one taking care of grandma when she entered into hospice. i grieved then, i think, and that's why i've been so... okay now, in a sense. like, it hurts, but it doesn't feel like a new pain. it feels like that phantom ache you get when you think about past heartbreak, or how i feel when i remember my long-time best friend and i aren't speaking to each other anymore because we just drifted apart. i think now i feel both guilty and relieved. relieved that she's no longer struggling because i know my grandma always hated feeling like she's a burden (she's not and she never was, no matter how often we told her this) and being so reliant on us.

and guilty because i had a breakdown in the days leading to her death because everything had weighed down on me so heavily. i hate the things i thought in the heat of the moment while i was sobbing one night after she'd gone to sleep, so angry because of how much things had changed. she was getting worse. the nurse had taken out the catheter because she just couldn't do it anymore, so i was constantly being called to help her with that. i was tired. i just wanted to sleep, and my sleep schedule became this ugly, messy thing of sleeping when i could and being called every 1-2 hours (3 if i was lucky, and i've never been lucky).

i feel guilty that dad was the one who found her. i don't think she struggled. i think it was just... one minute she was here, trying to sip a gatorade, and the next she was gone. i'm glad she didn't struggle. i'm glad she's no longer struggling, even though i miss her. i wish i had eaten dinner with her more often, but she always shooed me away because of that feeling of being a burden. i didn't want to argue with her, so i did what she asked for me. but it's so strange because dad found her, woke me up, and we just... the shock broke both of us, we both cried. he called my mother, i called hospice, and within an hour, we had calmed down and were working on what comes next.

and then an hour later, we were all sitting together with the hospice nurse, waiting for the funeral home to come and get her, and we were laughing over stories. it was so strange. it was almost like we had all moved on quickly, except no one had because there was this tension in the air. i think if we hadn't been laughing and talking, we would have been crying. i think i'm honestly grateful that we were laughing.

i told a lot of my close friends. i vaguely posted here because i knew i'd talk about it more later, but i told my friends pretty much outright. initially it was shock posting, of me breaking because it happened so suddenly. and then i talked more with people. i decided that i just wanted normalcy for the most part, that i'd reach out to people or talk with them all if i needed to talk.

it just feels so weird. life moves so fast. i just want it to slow down for a minute.

the funeral is this afternoon and i'm not going. my parents understood even though my mother won't stop bitching about how she wishes i would go so she doesn't have to. i know it's because it's physically hard for her to go, but she's not the one who spent almost 6 weeks caring for grandma around the clock. she's not the one who was emotionally and physically exhausted by the end of it, the one who woke up every day wishing to kill herself because all of the stress was getting to her.

our relationship was actually good for a minute, but now she's back to being the bitch she's always been. one of my friends said something about the way his step dad used to be: if he was having a bad day, then everyone had to feel the effects of it. and while he grew, my mother's always been this way and always will be this way. she's never going to change. if she was, she would have changed by now. she knows she's hurt me. she's asked for forgiveness not because she felt remorse, but because she's worried about not getting into heaven or whatever. i wish she'd just realize we're never going to agree on anything, so avoid those topics so that we can pretend we're fine because i leave and never speak to hr again. it's what i do.

we're moving into my grandma's house. it was left to us in the will, and now it feels weird to go through so many of her things. we've already made the decision to donate her clothes (she was a tiny woman and all of us are very much not tiny) to a women's shelter in our city. we're slowly going through things, figuring out what we're selling, what we're keeping, what just needs to be thrown out. it feels like no one else here cares even though i know my dad does. he's lost both of his parents now, after all. it's hard on him and he's never going to show it because he's never been an emotional man.

i'm so tired. i just want all of the hard parts to be over now.

#wooahaes.txt #sorry to offload all of this and i hope no one reads it unless they want to #i'm just... very tired and no one is online #my friends have been so so sweet about things and i appreciate them so much #also thank you to those who left kind words for me on that other post. its hard and i appreciate the kindness a lot right now

26 notes · View notes

astra-ella · 4 months

Text

𝐙𝐎𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐄 - 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

fandom: haikyuu ship: nishinoya yuu x oc/reader status: complete ao3 link

"I think you're really pretty. Will you go out with me?" That was the first thing he's ever said to her. And needless to say, Amari Chiyo was not impressed. So as promised, Nishinoya Yuu will get to know her better and confess again. And again. And again. And again. It'll take 6 years and 9 confessions, but he'll get there. Eventually.

⌦ content: fluff, light angst, love at first sight, friends to lover, slice of life

⌦ note: you are free to insert yourself into Chiyo, just keep in mind she has her own character/backstory. i know some people don't like that, so just a heads-up.

story masterlist | previous chapter | next chapter

The second time he confessed was almost a year and a half later – at their second-year sports festival.

During their first year, Nishinoya joined the volleyball team. And in just one year, he managed to make the starting lineup as the team's libero. Apparently, he was so good that he received the 'Best Libero Award' in a tournament during late spring, despite the team coming in second within the prefecture. The award made him famous, not just within the middle school volleyball scene but also throughout the school.

Not that Chiyo has been paying any attention.

Sure, she made sure to congratulate him when he immediately came bragging to her about his accomplishments. But she was far too stressed out with her personal life to pay attention to Nishinoya's growing popularity.

Between her first and second year of middle school, Chiyo's parents got divorced. Her father's start-up business took a turn for the worse, and her mother decided to jump ship while she was still somewhat financially stable. And though the Amari family had three children, she decided to only take Chiyo — the eldest child, along with her. But after living with her mother for two months, Chiyo decided, of her own accord, to return home to her father and siblings.

Despite all that, Chiyo did her best not to let any of it slip. She kept up with her grades, laughed with her classmates, and occasionally entertained Nishinoya's attempts at getting to know her better. And in her second year, she was elected as one of the two class representatives for their class.

And after four weeks of endless planning and stress, Chiyo was just glad the Sports Festival seemed to be running relatively smoothly. A few minor hiccups aside, everyone was having fun, which was the most important part.

After an eventful morning and fulfilling lunch, Chiyo was busy looking through the list of classmates she needed to gather when someone tapped her on the shoulder.

"Hey, Amari!" It was Nishinoya. "Whatcha doing?"

"Trying to round up the people for the tug-of-war and class relay." Chiyo gave him a tired smile. "Speaking of which, you should probably go get ready."

Chidoriyama Junior High was a school that separated sports festival teams by class, and tug-of-war and the class relay were the two most important events. Both had the class's pride and dignity riding on the line. And being one of the fastest runners, Nishinoya was chosen to be the anchor of the relay.

"Yeah, I know." Despite the acknowledgement, he continued to linger. In spite of the heavy burden he carried, Chiyo noted that he looked relatively carefree.

"Are you gonna watch?" He suddenly asked.

"Hm?"

"The class relay," he clarified. "You're gonna watch, right?"

She shrugged. "Of course. What kind of class rep would I be if I didn't?"

"Great. And you're gonna cheer for me, right?"

Chiyo raised an eyebrow. "I'm gonna cheer for the class, Nishinoya. Not just you."

"Yeah, but I'm the anchor," Nishinoya thumped his chest with an air of unyielding confidence. "Nothing gets the crowd going more than when you're neck and neck against an opponent. Especially in the last leg of the race. And I'll need all your love and support to squeeze out first place for our class."

She rolled her eyes. "Uh-huh. Now go get ready." Spinning him around by the shoulders, she gave him a light shove in the direction of the announcer's booth. "We're counting on you to win."

After being coaxed along for a few steps, Nishinoya began to walk on his own. He quickly glanced over his shoulder with one of his big goofy grins.

"You betcha!"

If Chiyo were being completely honest, that smile had her heart fluttering.

Just a little.

The tug-of-war event came and went, with their class barely scraping by at third place amongst the second-years. Now everything was riding on the class relays, and the runners were beginning to look especially nervous.

Chiyo pressed her lips together. She wondered if she should say something to encourage everyone when Nishinoya suddenly slapped one of the other runners on the back.

"Hey now, don't start freaking out," he hollered. "You guys got me running the anchor! There's no way we'll lose." He gave the guy beside him a reassuring look. "Come on, let's show 'em how we Class 2-2 do things!"

Upon hearing his call, the class exchanged a quick look amongst each other before raising their fists and letting out a collective battle cry in agreement.

Watching as the tension that loomed over her classmates vanished into the cool fall air, Chiyo couldn't help but feel impressed. She briefly glanced in Nishinoya's direction, who quickly caught her gaze. He winked at her, and she immediately turned away. Then, a familiar jingle played through the PA system, followed by a voice.

"Participants for the 4 x 100 class relay, please gather by the starting line. The race will begin shortly."

Upon hearing the announcement, the runners shared one last cheer with the rest of the class before heading towards the gathering point for the race.

"Good Luck!" Someone called after them.

"We're counting on you!"

"Yeah!" Nishinoya yelled back, raising a fist in the air. He looked like the protagonist of a shounen manga.

"He's pretty cool, isn't he?" Someone suddenly whispered into her ear, causing Chiyo to jump.

"Honoka!" She shot the dark-haired girl a look of annoyance before clearing her throat. "I mean, yeah, Nishinoya's part of the volleyball team. He's probably used to encouraging his teammates and stuff."

"Now that I think about it, you've never really been to his volleyball games, have you?"

Chiyo shrugged. "I'm not interested in sports."

"You sure you're not just saying that 'cause you're bad at it?" Honoka snickered.

"I'm not!" Chiyo frowned. "Besides, how fun can volleyball be? It's just a bunch of guys trying to hit a ball over the net, and wow, touch down! Three points!"

Honoka raised an eyebrow. "Okay, first of all, there were so many things wrong with that sentence. Second, you know he's gonna lose interest if you don't take some level of interest in his hobbies, right?"

"Why would I care?" Chiyo gave her friend an incredulous look. "He literally asked me out without even knowing my name! He's shallow, and cocky, and, and-!"

"Uh-huh," Honoka hummed dismissively. "Regardless, you gotta admit he's pretty cool. Enough to make your stomach get all the butterflies. I mean, your face is all red," she playfully poked at Chiyo's cheeks, to which she immediately slapped away.

"This is... It's 'cause it's hot out!" Chiyo reasoned. Honoka was right — her cheeks were scalding.

"Hey, Amari! The nurse is looking for you!" One of their classmates called out from the back.

"Anyways, excuse me." Huffing out a breath, Chiyo began to march off while Honoka waved after her.

"Good luck~!"

The meeting with the nurse was uneventful. One of her classmates got hurt during the tug-of-war event, and the nurse simply called her back to update her on how said classmate was doing.

By the time she returned to the field, the relay race had already begun. She climbed onto the upper landing of the staircase and hugged the concrete pillar. From there, she could just see over the sea of heads to get a good idea of how the race was going.

They were in the third quarter of the race, and the batons were just about to be passed to the final runners. Their class was second, and the batons were coming in. Nishinoya began jogging forward, then broke into a full sprint the second the baton was safely in his hand.

Chiyo's hand clenched into a fist, resting stiffly against her chest. She could see Nishinoya pick up speed as they rounded the final corner, catching up to the girl who was in first place. Her heart was pounding in her ears, and she realized Nishinoya wasn't kidding. Nothing gets the crowd going more than when two runners are neck and neck for first place.

"You can do it," she murmured.

She saw him clench his teeth and started yelling, summoning the last of his energy as they crossed the finish line. Chiyo's eyes snapped to the scoreboard, elated to see Class 2-2 highlighted in red at first place. She figured Nishinoya must've seen the same thing because she soon heard him screaming.

"Let's go!" He threw his arms up in the air. Then immediately pointed his finger towards the crowd, skimming through the students in search of someone. "Crap, where are you?" He cussed before eventually giving up and opting to scream at the sky. "Did you see that?! That was for you, my future girlfriend!"

Chiyo jolted. Was he talking about her?

She pressed her hands to her cheeks, only to feel them heat up once more. Quickly, she climbed down the stairs and began weaving through the crowd of students. She wanted to talk to him — she needed to.

But by the time she reached a distance where she could call out to him, she realized that he was surrounded by people. Guys and girls, some from their class, some she didn't recognize. He was being praised, high-fived, and getting his hair ruffled. He laughed and threw his arms up in another cry for celebration.

For the first time, Chiyo noticed.

When did he get so popular?

story masterlist | previous chapter | next chapter

#haikyuu #nishinoya #nishinoya yuu #nishinoya x oc #nishinoya x reader #haikyuu x oc #haikyuu x reader #hq #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu fanfiction #hq fluff #hq x reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x y/n #nishinoya x y/n #nishinoya x you

18 notes · View notes

iambutahumblememe · 2 months

Text

Log update: The figurative wall remains vast and thick, despite my attempts presumably going past the halfway point. Nevertheless, there's been a small change, as the infernal device I've opted into using has begun asking me "PLZ WHY". The pixel cat in the corner stares into my eyes, as if seeking an answer. But I cannot provide one, for I have no answer. I do not know why I'm still here. Has is not been enough to earn these badges, to make a furry joke about them and to show that I already broke the machine? Must I break myself too, all for the right to what? Brag? About completing this pointless task? One that not one person dared me to take on?

There's little feeling left in me, apart from the tired ache of my fingers, second only to the one in my soul. I know whether I continue pushing against the immovable object for nothing at all or give up for good, I will never be the same again. Not a chance. Because every second I push that button to boop someone, it's a reminder that the real joke of the day is me, along with those who shared the same mind I did when I made my personal hell. Thinking about throwing hands with others for a laugh, a website wide practical joke. I've long reached the point of swinging at myself above all else, knowing that others will only provide so much on the journey towards "becoming Tumblr". Five hundred boops changes the score none, yet every one is a gut punch that crushes the life out of me.

And I know I can't leave. Because as I'm writing this, I've figured out the answer to why I'm doing this. Shame. Shame in doing all this for nothing at all (as if I wasn't already) and having to live with that for the rest of my life. So I press on. Even this message is only a temporary relief, one that loses its benefits as I remember that time marches on, with or without me.

I must continue now. I cannot lose this pointless achievement or I will have achieved even less and I'm not sure how I'll handle that. This is my burden I've saddled myself with and I will see it through until the end. Even if I end up never making it out again. I have no one to blame but myself. And I shall forever and ever. Godspeed everyone.

Boop.

#April Fools Day #Boop #Boop o Meter

12 notes · View notes

stinkysquirel · 2 years

Text

. * . ⋆『𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐀𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐞𝐬 』⋆. * .

۵ Kurt Cobain x Reader

↳ Prompt: " I don't even remember why we fight this much,"

↳ Warnings: None, maybe a bit of angst

↳ Word count : 1.4k

༶•┈┈୨♡୧┈┈•༶

Krist and Dave were sitting on the couch, both groaning and rolling their eyes at you both.

You and Kurt fought so often, it made you wonder sometimes why they still kept you around. The air was filled with cigarette smoke and thick tension.

"Jesus Christ! God, why don't you ever just shut up?" Kurt yelled.

"Maybe I would if you didn't make those sarcastic ass comments. You know what your fucking doing." you huffed.

"Oh come on, it's not my fault you're so sensitive all the damn time." Kurt rolled his eyes as he took a drag out of his cigarette.

"No you don't get to say that after the shit you just said earlier." Kurt just nodded his head at you laughing to himself.

"Fucking hell why do you guys keep me around and invite me to your shows when all we do is fight?" you whined.

You were tired of all the arguing and yelling already. It was obvious that you and Kurt didn't get along, it was made very clear every time you and the band would have an outing.

It would get especially bad when you guys would start arguing after a show. Kurt was always stressed and tired, which made him irritable.

After your earlier question, they all just stood silent, none of them daring to look your way. Kurt though seemed to take it differently. His face softened from his once angry one as he stared at you.

Their silence was not the response you were expecting. Every second longer that it lasted was awfully painful. They'd all been like family to you and meant so much to you. They were the only friends you could depend on. And the fact that they were not rushing to tell you otherwise was heart wrenching. Even if you did think it was selfish of you to expect.

Your eyes began to well up with tears as your lip began to slightly quiver. You were embarrassed because of your reaction, feeling like a child.

"Maybe you'll all be better off with me. Seems like I'm a burden to all of you.”

You were almost waiting for one of them to say no and reassure you that they did in fact want you there. You held out hope for as long as you could, but it soon became too unbearble.

You stormed out of the room as angrily as you could, but your legs were wobbly, and looking back it must've looked silly to everyone else.But you didn't care. You just needed to get out of there, it felt like the walls were closing in and the room was beginning to swallow you whole.

Tears streamed down your face uncontrollably as you frantically tried looking for an exit. All the crew and personnel didn't fail at staring you down, making you overwhelmed with emotion.Breathing suddenly seemed so difficult. But thankfully, you found the door before you could completely collapse.

You found comfort in the bright red exit sign. As soon as you opened the door, the cold breeze engulfed your shivering body.The wind felt especially icy on your wet cheeks, but you didn't pay much mind to it. Not like you could anyway, as emotions were high.

You placed your back on the freezing brick wall behind you, making your shivering only intensify. The crispy New York breeze was not kind to you.

You were only sporting a striped sweater and some old jeans that you could never bring yourself to throw away. Your thicker layer, left in the room which you had just escaped from.

You clutched your side as you used one hand to reach into your pocket and pull out a cigarette from its box.

You placed it gently between your lips, and searched your pocket for your lighter. You furrowed your brows when you didn't feel it.

"great." you thought.

You sighed before becoming startled by the door swinging open beside you. You turned to look at who it could possibly be, and to your surprise, it was Kurt.

"Why are you here? To mock me even more?" you questioned.

Though, you were shocked to see that he didn't say anything back. He just walked over next to you and copied your actions in laying his back against the wall as well. He looked over at you, and noticed the cigarette resting on your lips.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a lighter. He flicked it on, and held it where you could see it, offering to light a cigarette for you. He knew from previous times that you never had a light on reach.

“no. none of that. I came to be a friend, because it really looks like you need one right now.

When you finally noticed the warmth near you, your face softened from its once angry one. You contemplated on rejecting his offer, but the thought of a cigarette seemed too good to pass up.

You looked at him wearily before leaning your face to the flame. You gazed up at him and noticed his stare. Your eyes met his for a few seconds, and weirdly, the warmth returned to your body. Y

The cigarette ignited slowly, and the familiar scent of tobacco filled your noise, relaxing you instantly.

His eyes never left your eyes, neither did yours. It almost made you nervous.

"Thanks," you mumbled reluctantly, and looked away. "So why exactly are you here? this isn't like you."

Kurt pressed his head against the wall, looking up towards the sky momentarily before answering.

"I just wanted to check on you, see how you were doing."

You rolled your eyes. You weren't too sure about his sudden change in attitude towards you. It was strange to see him so soft and almost gentle. He'd never shown that side of himself to you, sure you've heard it in his music but never in person.

It was almost oddly tranquil as you both just stood looking at the busy street. The sun had started to set a while ago, and the street lights were on the verge of illumination.

"Krist and Dave are in there looking for you, they're worried, you know." Kurt commented, looking over to you.

You huffed, "Yeah, I'm glad they are," your face crunched lightly, remembering for a moment hat had happened earlier, "that shit you guys did back there was fucking excruciating."

A tear escaped your eye, making his stomach turn.

Kurt dropped his head, looking at his shoves and the pavement surrounding them.

He hesitated before finally speaking. "I'm really sorry."

He almost wanted to damn his education as he couldn't find all the right words that he really wanted to say with all the things caught in his mind. He was amazing with lyrics, a genius even. But now, he really couldn't say anything.

You were surprised, never once in all your arguments had he ever apologized. And it felt genuine.

"You don't know how badly I want to believe you." you confessed.

He nodded his head slightly, but he didn't speak.

There was obvious tension, but it wasn't uncomfortable as one would expect it to be. You both just stayed there, tolerating each other's presence for what may be the first time.

A giggle from him broke the silence and startled you.

"what?" you asked, confused.

"It's nothing, it's just.. I don't even remember why we fight this much." he smiled, rubbing temples, staring at the street before him.

You couldn't help but smile back at him.

"It seems like for the longest time I've been pretending."

This time, you weren't really sure what he was trying to say.

"What do you mean?" you quizzed.

He finally turned his body towards you, arms crossed with a stupid grin.

"What I mean is, I think you're beautiful."

Heat wasted no time in rising to your cheeks, so you sharply turned away from him.

"I realized now that all this time I've been angry towards you is the cause.." He paused. Now, instead of playing scramble in his mind, he was having trouble with picking out the words to say, and he had so many.

"I really like you."

You still wouldn't dare look at him. It all seemed so sudden. But you felt relieved. Almost like a weight had been shed from your body. This was strange, you considered the idea that maybe, you'd wanted this all along.

"I like the way you think, the way you get defensive, and shit, even the way you yell. Maybe that's why I loved arguing with you."

Your heart began to beat faster with every word he let out.

"I know me saying this probably seems stupid but-"

You cut him off by placing your lips on his.

"Shut up and kiss me."

#kurt cobain #kurt cobain oneshot #nirvana one shot #kurt cobain x you #kurt cobain x reader

305 notes · View notes

urushimin · 2 years

Text

some diluc comfort writing, gn! reader

"love? are you okay?"

you heard a concerned voice, struggling to escape the fog that seemed to permeate your mind.

"ah.. yeah, i'm okay," you absentmindedly replied. it was what you usually said to anyone who asked, and you couldn't seem to focus on anything right now.

he had noticed you skipping meals, or eating a few regular meals then not eating for a full day after. he had also noticed the way your smile faltered, never reaching your eyes. you seemed quieter, and even when you were laughing and chatting with any of the citizens in liyue he would notice how you immediately seemed so tired, drained after making small talk. perhaps it was enough to fool the average liyue citizen, evident from the praise you had received from the adventurer's guild. but he couldn't help but notice the smallest things about you, the way your shoulders slumped after you came back from a commission, the slight hesitation in your reply when people asked how you were doing.

"are.. are you sure? please, if anything is troubling you, i want to know. i would listen to anything you have to say, no matter what."

you finally looked up, realizing that you had subconsciously been avoiding looking at the expression on his face, his eyebrows knitted together with worry. you felt as if the facade would fall too quickly if you let yourself talk about how you were actually feeling, so you ignored, ignored, ignored. from the moment he asked you if you were okay, you immediately knew the answer was "no." but you had never really told anyone about it, because you had to keep up a constant facade to simply get through each day.

you knew already that you struggled with feelings of despising yourself, forcing yourself to bury your feelings in work or sleeping your thoughts away. you were so afraid of being alone with your own thoughts. you had often wished that you would die in some sort of accident, that one day some force of nature would coincidentally bring you to the afterlife. but.. looking into his eyes, you couldn't help but feel less and less confident in the front you had built up.

"i... i.."

you felt your voice waver.

"i'm... okay."

something in you still wouldn't let yourself bring your walls down. you couldn't be a burden. you couldn't let him see this ugly, disgusting, pathetic part of you.

Diluc approached you, sitting at the chair across from you at the table. he simply sat there, trying to think of what to say to you.

"my love.. i'm just worried, is all. you seem preoccupied with something, but i can never tell what. i'm worried that you're hiding something that you're struggling with, and i want to be able to help in any way i can. so please.. are you really feeling alright?"

you hated this stubborn part of you. despite wanting to pour out all your fears, doubts, anxieties - the words that came out were another lie. but this time, you could feel that swirling pit of emotions starting to surface, bubbling out from the cracks that had started to form in your walls.

"it's just.. worries about work, and what the future holds. it's not important.."

you didn't notice the tears that had started to fall, and despite trying to blink them away they just kept coming.

"I don't want you to be angry with me, for being sad over nothing, and I don't want to be a burden, and.. and I don't know what I'm doing and- "

you felt something gently wipe away your tears. pulling you into a hug, he whispered that everything would be okay. that he would always be here for you.

you were just so tired. tired of everything. you wanted to rest, but no amount of sleep seemed to help - it was the kind of tired that permeated through your bones, weighing you down and pulling you into the depths. no sobs came out, only silent tears and uneven breathing signified that you were crying. why couldn't you be better? why were you such a burden to everyone around you? your boyfriend, your friends, your parents. they're all disappointed in you, you think to yourself. all you could do was sit there in silence, wanting to hide so badly from Diluc, who, even now, was so lovingly gazing at you, gently running his hands through your hair.

"i'll stay here as long as you need, you don't have to say anything. you are my star, my companion, my friend, my lover. nothing could ever change how much i love you, my dear. so please.. i hope you'll let me be here for you."

falling into his embrace, you felt a mix of relief and guilt - relief that he wasn't disgusted with you, and guilt that Diluc was doing so much for you when you were so helpless. but.. maybe it was okay, to have him here for you.

#genshin comfort #genshin x reader #genshin drabbles #diluc x reader #diluc ragnivindr x reader #diluc x y/n #genshin diluc #genshin fluff #genshin impact #genshin hurt/comfort #genshin impact x reader #genshin fanfic #genshin x you

340 notes · View notes

bettathanyou · 10 months

Note

Need need NEED cedric and reader fic where hes all sauve and confident in front of her when everyone expects him to fuck up and shes all shy and bothered iykwim;);) bonus points if they're "friends" who everyone obv ships

I'm ngl, this ask was a little hard to answer because Cedric has such few moments where he's confident on screen ☠️☠️ he's such a dork, I love him 🫶

Either way, sauve Cedric is still a guilty pleasure to think about. I hope I can nail down the vibes like you requested! I also wasn't sure if you meant by "friends" they were in a pre-established relationship or not, so I left it sort of ambiguous 🌝 but don't worry there's still plenty of shipping content if that was your intention!

I also decided on a whim to make this a christmas-y fic, cuz Christmas in the summer! Why not!

Dance With Me

A Fic by Bettathanyou

. No trigger warnings, except tooth rotting fluff and the coy implications by our sauve sorcerer 🤭🫣 this fic is inspired by the episode Cedric Be Good, because seeing Cedric dance with Sofia makes me obsessed with the idea that he's a good dancer.

It was the week before Wassailia, and everyone in the entire kingdom could feel the excitement grow palpable in the air. Though Wassailia always brought out the mirth and child-like wonder in nearly everyone's heart, this year felt different; whispers among the castle maids promised a party thrown in Enchancia like no other.

Normally, gossip amongst your other castle coworkers was more unwelcome noise; however, you kept your ears perked as you caught wind that this year, the common folk of the kingdom were formally invited to the Wassailia ball.

You tried to dismiss the notion at first, unconvinced that your rulers were that altruistic.

To your surprise, the King made a public degree the very next day, confirming the rumors to be true.

As much as you would appreciate the royals efforts to bridge the gaps between nobility and the common man, the gesture seemed more of a burden than a blessing as you toiled with triple your usual workload on such short notice.

Sighing in contempt, you take a small moment to sit down to rest your aching joints and tired feet. You take a rag from your dress pocket, wiping the sweat from your face and neck. Your eyes trail lazily around the half decorated ballroom- multicolored streamers, bows and flowers slowly finding their way into every crevice.

Just as you were getting comfortable, younger servants entered the ballroom; the two of them chittering away at decoration placement off to your right, disturbing your peace and quiet. Biting back harsh words, you glare venom at their backs in a heated silence. You take in a sharp breath, exhaling slowly as you rub your temples with your fingers.

"What if we meet a cute guy from the village?" The taller girl spoke in between sheepish giggles, and her counterpart barks out a laugh that echoes off the walls.

"C'mon, get real! We're at a royal ball, darling," the girl chastises her friend, shaking her head. The tall girls face falls, but before she can reply her friend flashes her a toothy smile.

"We shouldn't be looking for village men, we need to find a noble one!" They both pause for a moment, then immediately start laughing together. Hugging their sides as their laughing fit ensues, the noise reaches a fever pitch and their laughter feels like stakes being hammered into your skull.

Normally, you'd at least laugh a little bit, albeit sarcastically. However the stress has been building fast between a few days, even moreso than you originally thought. Anxiety and rage do a dangerous dance in your chest, and you don't know whether you should cry, laugh, or scream.

You had to get out of here, and quickly. Somewhere where it's quiet, and no one will disturb you. At least for ten goddamn minutes.

As soon as you had set your goal, the perfect destination popped in your mind.

Cedric's workshop.

The thought instantly made you feel lighter, happier. Your mouth twitched in the ghost of a smile. While still overwhelmed and angry, the hope of spending time with Cedric already was soothing your shot nerves.

You shoot up from the floor, slinking off to the doors leading out of the ballroom and into the hallway. Luckily the girls were preoccupied with their conversation to address you, and you knew how to be inconspicuous. Reaching your hand to push the doors open, you quickly step forward, making your escape a success.

Shockingly, the route to Cedric's tower wasn't as busy as you had thought, given the circumstances. Polite greetings towards your peers were exchanged in haste, and you had to keep your hand glued to the cold stone walls of the servant tunnels to keep you grounded.

Taking the next exit that leads towards Cedric's tower, your footsteps quicken subconsciously. Exiting the tunnels a few minutes later, you scurry down the hall and up the staircase leading to Cedric's door.

With your destination finally in arms reach, you let out a breath you didn't realize you'd been holding. Now, your body feels heavy, sluggish; the giddiness of seeing Cedric has finally worn off, and in place was an ache that set deep in your bones, straight down to the marrow.

You lean against the sturdy doorframe, knocking timidly on his door. You wait, hearing movement beyond the door. Footfalls creep closer, and you close your eyes and listen to the familiar shuffle of Cedric's pace.

A loud groan escapes the door hinges as it swings open, startling you from your stupor. You lazily straighten yourself upright, your hand still leaning on the frame to give you extra support. Plum colored silk fills your vision, your eyes automatically flicking upwards to meet warm mahogany irises.

"(Y/n)!" Cedric's brows rise in obvious surprise, his head cocking to the side like a slightly confused yet happy puppy.

Coupled with his rich brown eyes, it really sold the look. A small laugh bubbles up from your core before you could register what your response was going to be.

His previous puppy-eyed look was now replaced with a more common unamused stare, a slight pout at his lips. He leaned on the door frame, his usual slouched spine straightening to his full height. His head was angled down towards you, making his silver bangs frame his face in a way that made your knees weak.

"Well, darling, if I had known you'd come all this way just to laugh in my face, I'd at least put on a jester hat for your arrival."

Every word dripped with sarcasm and attitude, but the glitter of humor in his eyes and the corners of his mouth stretched into a smart ass smirk betrayed his bluff.

Your heart leaped into your throat at his pet name for you, but you swallow your reaction for now, opting instead to engage in Cedric's banter.

"You'd do all that for me?" You shoot back with a smile, trying to feign innocence as you look up at him through your eyelashes.

Cedric's biting smirk immediately vanished, his face becoming momentarily unreadable. He raises a gloved hand to his face, self consciously rubbing his cheek.

What wouldn't I do for you?

It was the only words that came to Cedric's mind; staring down at you, all other thoughts vanished within those (e/c) pools he has fallen for. He felt the heat of blush being pulled to the surface of his skin, so strong it permeated through the leather of his gloves.

It was then you both noticed that neither of you had said a word in a good minute, only staring into each other's eyes. You felt your skin tingle with embarrassment, and you both broke eye contact swiftly.

Cedric coughs awkwardly, trying to remedy the situation.

"So, what brings you here, (y/n)?" He offers the question gently, his hands wringing together in a nervous habit.

"Peace and quiet," you grumbled back, more irritation propelling your answer than you had planned.

He laughs dryly, shaking his head at you.

"So you came here?" Cedric eyes you incredulously, his whole body leaning on that last word for more emphasis.

"There was nowhere else I could go." You answer in a defeated tone, the pull of your tiredness making your body sag. You quietly sigh, staring down at the ground.

"I know you're busy- but if it's okay, I only need ten minutes." You ushered the words out quickly.

Before Cedric could respond, you continue speaking.

"I understand completely if you can't spare the time, though." You added apologetically, rubbing your arms to help soothe yourself.

"I always have time for you, (y/n). I didn't mean to come off as rude. I-I apologize. I only me-meant to say that-" Cedric tumbles over his words in a frenzy, and you cut him off with a small but reassuring smile.

"I know what you meant, Ced. You don't have to apologize." You cooed affectionately, your gaze now level with the sorceror.

Cedric stops and holds your stare, your voice sounding as soft as velvet to his ears.

"Right. Of course," Cedric nods to himself, almost in affirmation. After a beat, he wordlessly steps aside, his arm beckoning you inside.

"Thank you." You say with sincerity, your eyes momentarily meeting his again. A shy but sweet smile was his response to your thanks, and it was better than any words he could've said back. You burn the image of his smile into the back of your eyelids, along with the countless others you daydream about.

"I'm going to just head upstairs, if that's alright," You turn to Cedric, awaiting his approval.

"Go right ahead." Cedric waves you off, and you bound up another flight of stairs for the day. Just as you were going to sit down on the plush chairs that sat next to the wall of bookcases, Cedric's voice called out to you from below.

"Did you want something to drink?" He asked expectantly.

"I can't, I'm working tomorrow." You replied without thinking, then immediately as the last syllable left your mouth you realized that wasn't the kind of drink he was talking about.

"Haha, very funny." Cedric answers, and you swear you can hear the eye roll in his voice.

"I misspoke that time, actually!" You called down from the balcony, correcting him. He gave a quick hum of acknowledgement, then you heard a cabinet opening along with the soft clinking of metal utensils.

"So, is that a no on the tea, then?" Cedric asks you again, and you think about your response.

"...Yes! Wait, no, I mean-yes, I would like some tea... please." Your voice dies off at the end of your sentence, and you let out a groan of frustration at your lack of ability to speak.

Cedric says nothing, but you swear you hear him chuckling downstairs over the sounds of him assembling your tea.

"I'm tired, leave me be!" You jokingly scolded him, but he gave you no response. With a final huff, you settle into the soft exterior of the chair you sat in. You lean your body weight into the supple cushions, and you swear it almost brings a tear to your eye.

You close your eyes for a moment, the darkness bringing relief and the stillness of Cedric's workshop made your tense muscles finally unbind themselves. You already feel the urge to sleep weighing you down further into the chair, and for once you don't fight it.

You awake again with a startle, your eyelids flinging open. You whip your head around your surroundings, your eyes finding purchase against the warm amber glow of Cedric's own eyes. He raises his brow at you, continuing to drink his cup of tea.

Your eyes then fully take in the scene in front of you: Cedric was seated across from you, with a simple metallic tea kettle and two cups of tea was splayed out on the dark wooden end table.

"How long did I sleep for?" You ask hurriedly, your heart starting to hammer.

"Just long enough for your tea to cool down. Should still be warm though," Cedric nods towards your cup, and you take it into your hands. You hesitantly take a small sip, and you nod in affirmation of Cedric's comment.

You take another drink, bigger this time, and set your cup down gently. You feel a little embarrassed, having Cedric see you sleeping. You thumb the soft porcelain cup in your hands nervously, staring down into the rich tea inside it.

It's the same color as his eyes, you noted mentally, the realization so sudden that you couldn't help but let a soft chuckle escape your lips.

"What's so funny now?" Cedric prompts you, his body slightly leaning forward in interest. His eyes have taken on that sparkle, akin to a cat's, that surfaces every time he's curious about something.

It made your heart flutter.

"It's nothing," you smile coyly, shaking your head dismissively.

"Really..." Cedric trails off with an arched brow, his eyes not leaving you.

"You know I'm too curious and too stubborn to play this game with me, so out with it." Cedric shot back, his eyes boring into you with a mischievous and smug glimmer.

You sigh, knowing that you've been checkmated. You feel your skin flush as you summon your courage to speak your thought aloud.

"I just... I found it funny, that this tea is the exact shade of your eyes." You murmured pensively, picking up your cup to drink so you would have a distraction.

Cedric doesn't answer immediately, and you eye him from above the rip of your teacup. His normally fair skin took on a reddened hue, his hair falling into his eyes as he stared his cup of tea down.

Your lips curve into a smile against the delicate china, and you finish your drink.

"I... I suppose it is, yes." Cedric swallows thickly, and you try to bite back your smile. Cedric fidgets in his seat, clearly flustered and trying to play it off.

Seeing his reaction lights a fire in you, and the tea only adds to the warmth you feel growing in your stomach.

"Thank you for letting me sleep, by the way," you finally spoke, delicately trying to redirect the conversation.

Cedric's skin was still flushed, but you notice his body relaxes a little bit.

"No need to thank me- I didn't really do anything." He shrugs you off, but still offers you a smile.

"Well... You made me tea, at least, and I haven't thanked you for that yet. So... thank you," you nod to Cedric in thanks, and his smile grows across his face.

"...You're welcome, (y/n)." Cedric responds, his voice audibly softening at saying your name.

For a moment, you wish that the peace of this moment could last forever. You sigh contentedly, but soon after reality comes creeping back into your mind.

"Ah- will you be at the Wassailia ball, right?" You suddenly ask, your spine straightening.

"Of course- the royals need their entertainment, after all." Cedric snickers, and you snort in amusement.

"What do you have planned?" You prompted, but Cedric only gives you a pointed look.

"What?" You asked, and a laugh rumbled in his throat.

"You'll just have to wait and see, my dear. Can't give away all my secrets- I'm sure you understand." Cedric shrugs apologetically, and you agree.

"Then that means I'll have something to look forward to." You flash Cedric a cheery smile, and he immediately flushed again.

Before he stutters out a response, your eyes suddenly shift over to the clock on the wall nearby.

"Shit," you cursed under your breath, already rising to your feet.

"Time to go?" Cedric asks, his voice thick with melancholy.

"Wayy past time, I'm afraid." You say with a laugh, but you notice the light dimming in his eyes a little.

"But it's like you said before- I'll always have time for you." You spoke in an uncharacteristically bold voice, holding his gaze to drive home your point. You felt your cheeks light up, but you refused to shy away or hide them this time.

Cedric's eyes light up again at your words, but it was different than what you're used to. Instead of a mischievous glint, or a smug glimmer, or a curious sparkle- it was like a smoldering ember, searing holes into you with an unwavering look.

You were the first to break out of the stare, excusing yourself so you could leave.

You trudge down the balcony, your footsteps laden with dread at the workload you still have to finish. You sigh deeply, lingering near Cedric's door to say goodbye. You turn to the sorcerer, a somewhat longing look in his eyes that makes you shy away.

"I'll see you at the ball, then..." You trail off awkwardly, your hand resting on the door handle. You were never really good at goodbyes, and Cedric was even worse at it.

"Yes- I'll look for you after the magic show is done?" Cedric drawls out hesitantly, and the gesture surprises you a little bit. Cedric was never one who enjoyed parties; usually after he was done performing for them, he would retire back to his chambers.

"Of- of course," you stuttered, more out of shock than embarrassment.

"Then it's a plan." Cedric nods in affirmation, and swiftly turns to his workbench again. You smile a little, taking in one last look of him before turning back and exiting through the door.

____________________________________

Time Skip To The Wassailia Ball~

The crowd that gathered around the stage where Cedric stood erupted into a standing ovation, with the high walls and arches ceiling of the ball room making the cries and applause deafening.

You were cheering and clapping at first, but the volume has turned painful and you opted to cover your ears until it died down.

Cedric was standing in the spotlight, a huge Cheshire grin on his face. He humbly bowed in thanks, which made the people cheer again. He basks in the praise with an unparalleled joy you rarely ever seen out of Cedric.

You wore a smile so huge it hurt, but at the same time you didn't care. Seeing Cedric this happy was worth more than any jewel the cheering royals beside you could own.

He then turns to exit through the drapes behind him, stopping one final time to bow before the audience. You let out a laugh, which drowned in the sea of cheers and whoops.

Slowly, the crowd dispersed again, with people breaking off into larger chunks or turning to each other to chat about the show that was performed.

You decide to break off from your position, heading towards the sides of the stage to wait for Cedric. You stand restlessly for about ten minutes, flashing awkward smiles at passersby and trying not to look too obvious that you're waiting for someone.

Suddenly, a tap on your shoulder makes you yelp in surprise as your body whips around to the source. Cedric was standing there, an apologetic look already on his face.

"You scared the hell out of me...!" You exclaimed bitterly, more upset at yourself for being caught off guard than Cedric scaring you.

"I tried calling your name two times! But you didn't hear me..." Cedric insisted, his tone somewhat defensive but still apologetic.

"Sorry, I was just caught off guard." you huff, swiftly ending the argument.

"Anyways- your performance was amazing, Cedric." Flashing him a smile, you see the giddiness swell in his eyes.

"Did you hear the way they cheered for me, (y/n)?!" Cedric exclaimed in amazement, his hands clutching his heart.

"I sure did- I was there, cheering with them!" You nodded in agreement, relishing in Cedric's happiness.

"I know- I saw you there, in the crowd! I almost waved to you, actually." Cedric continues, speaking excitedly.

You chuckled at his comment, but before you could reply you spotted a group of about ten richly dressed noblemen and women approaching from your peripheral.

You silently point towards the crowd, getting Cedric's attention.

"I think some of your fans want to meet you," you say coyly, giving Cedric a catty grin. Cedric scoffs, but he still wears a huge smile on his face. You haven't seen this man smile so much, and it fills your heart in places you didn't think existed.

"I'll let you chat with them while I wait for you near the drink table." You give him an endearing clap on the shoulder, but there was a slight hesitancy in the way he looked at you. You shot him a look of puzzlement, and he adverts his eyes.

"Are you sure? I don't want you to be alon-" he starts, but you swiftly turn his body around and give Cedric an encouraging push towards the nearing nobility.

"I'll be fine- you should enjoy this!" You hissed, your hands already leaving his back. You sharply turn on your heel, leaving Cedric no opening to run. Your feet carry you to your agreed spot, grabbing yourself a random glass of carbonated liquid.

You watch, your heart melting at the sorcerer mingling with the royals now surrounding him. Cedric definitely seemed nervous, but if the royals were talking about magic, then Cedric would definitely talk anyone's ear off about it. You see him laughing at something, and you chuckle in return.

You fix your eyes on your drink, raising it to your lips. As the liquid went down your throat, you sputter at the fire consuming your windpipe. You eye the glass with trepidation, quickly setting the rest of your drink aside.

"Well, I suppose it's Wassailia- they wouldn't want to spare any expense on the drinks..." You muttered, training your eyes back to Cedric.

Now he was actually talking animatedly, his hands gesturing with gusto. As you watch, you almost don't notice how the background music has changed into something more lively. You only noticed as the general crowd around you responded in turn, everyone shuffling to grab a dance partner.

Suddenly, you felt very aware that you were standing alone, in the middle of a Wassalia ball.

Your eyes shift again to the spot you last saw Cedric, only to find he was missing. Your heart dropped; the first mental image coming to your mind was the arm of a charming, wealthy, noble woman snagging Cedric for the first dance of the ball.

You grit your teeth, and you weren't sure if you were cringing at the idea of it or the way your body flew into a visceral rage over the thought. You shake your head to try and clear your mind, squeezing your eyes tightly for a moment. You listen to the melody of the music, the stringed and wind instrumentals soothing your nerves.

You slowly open your eyes again, and a splotch of dark purple immediately makes you stand at attention. Your eyes dart through the sea of cloth and silk, trying to find that familiar plum stained silk you caught a glimpse of before. You're itching to plunge into the sea of paired couples, but you restlessly stand in place, recalling your own instructions to meet at the drink table.

Then, as if by magic, Cedric appears through the masses, and you excitedly wave him over. His lithe frame slinks through the crowd with grace, his eyes never leaving yours.

If you were being honest, you were quite impressed by the fluidity of his approach. You watch with an amused smirk as he finally squeezes past the last wave of people, his tall frame coming towards you.

"I see you came back unscathed," you joked, chuckling a little.

"Would you like to dance with me?" Cedric blurted out, his eyes going wide; It was if he was just as surprised as you for offering. You both stare blankly at each other for a few seconds, actually processing the question.

"I-I..." You stammered nervously, your gaze shying away from his warm amber eyes. Even though your eyes were downcast, you could've sworn you saw his whole body droop in disappointment.

"No- Cedric, that's very sweet of you, but I- I can't dance. I got two left feet, seriously-" you force the words out of your mouth as quick as possible, trying to salvage the situation and not make Cedric upset.

A small part of you was screaming for you to take back your decision to decline- you were just upset about being alone in the middle of a dance, so why did you just pass up a good-no, perfect opportunity?

"W-Well... If your adamant about your decision, I won't pester you," Cedric fiddled with his robe sleeve nervously, and his eyes shifted to avoid looking at you directly.

You go to open your mouth, but Cedric speaks again, cutting you off.

"However; I just want to point out that as long as you have feet, you can dance. A matching pair isn't even required." Cedric looks at you with a pointed smile, one eyebrow raised-almost in a challenge.

The words you had prepared shriveled up in an instant, as you were thrown off by the unexpected comment. You finally let out a laugh, but it came out short and rough, almost like a bark.

"I-I don't know, Cedric. It's not that I don't want to... but I really don't know how to dance." You admit slowly, feeling your skin prick as you confess.

"If you're willing to learn, that's half the battle. I don't want to brag, but- I'm actually quite good at dancing. I'm sure we could get you familiar with the basics, if you'd like." Cedric offers again, this time with a more confident air.

"I've never seen you dance," you eyed him with a skeptical look, but a grin was already halfway spread across your cheeks.

"If we keep bickering, you never will." Cedric says in an exasperated tone, but you could see his lips twitch to keep himself from smiling.

"..Alright, fine." You reply, raising your hands up in mock surrender. You take in a deep breath, exhaling as you reach out your hand to the sorcerer in front of you.

"Perfect- just in time for the waltz to start from the beginning." Cedric says with a giddy hum, immediately taking your hand into his slender gloved ones.

He promptly turns around to face the crowd, practically dragging you to the dance floor. Each footstep you took felt like you were wading through mud, with weights attached to your ankles. Your heart began to beat faster, anxiety clawing its way from the pit of your stomach and nestling into every inch of your body.

You know your hands were starting to sweat, and you were grateful that Cedric always wore his gloves so he wouldn't notice.

Through the crowd, you miss all the surprised and shocked eyes on the two of you.

To the side, unbeknownst to both of you, Roland and Miranda watch from their thrones with amused glances.

"Looks like they're getting along well, Rolly." Miranda nudged her husband playfully, and he smirks in satisfaction.

"So it seems." Roland agrees with a nod.

I'll admit- throwing the ball so suddenly was a hard plan to execute, but this definitely makes it all worth it." Roland laughs, eyeing his wife.

"Does cedric- know how to dance?" Miranda whispers lowly, covering her mouth sheepishly.

Roland shrugs lazily, watching the pair part the crowd of his subjects like Moses and the red sea.

"I suppose either way, we'll find out." Roland snickers, and Miranda swats at Roland's chest forcefully.

"Hey-!" Roland protests, but Miranda dismissed his cries with an eye roll.

"Let's just focus on them being happy together, hm?" She tilts her head towards Cedric, and Roland agrees with a weary sigh.

"Alright- it's simple enough; one hand on my shoulder, the other I'll hold to help lead the waltz." Cedric instructs clinically, with you promptly following his instruction.

"Then, all that's left is to mirror my movements to the rhythm of the music- it'll help if you keep a metronome going in your head." You look at him, already feeling confused and you two haven't even moved yet.

"Right..." You feebly answer back, not fully meeting his eyes for fear they would betray your confusion.

"Here, like this; one-" Cedric shifted his foot backwards, gently pulling you towards him to prompt you to step forward.

"And two-" Cedric swiftly shifted his body to the side, his hand lightly squeezing your hip as he pulls you to match his movement. The gesture, while meant to just teach you the ropes, made your heart hammer wildly in your chest. You feel your face getting hot, and you feel a little light headed as you begin to sway per Cedric's instruction. You find your hands gripping onto Cedric's for better support, your eyes glued to your shoes in fear of tripping.

"Ah ah- eyes on me, (y/n)." Cedric tutted, his hand sliding off your hip to raise your chin up to meet his gaze. His fingers barely graze below your jaw, and it's like he somehow stole the breath from your lungs. You feel the heat from his hand, radiating through your flesh; or maybe, that feeling was from your blush- that had made your skin feel like it was on fire, creeping from your cheeks all the way down your neck.

Staring up at the sorcerer, you notice a sultry grin is now plastered on Cedric's cheeks. While his skin held the delicate rosy tint of blush, his eyes held that same blazing look from the last time you visited Cedric in his workshop.

You gulped, and while you opened your mouth to speak, your words failed miserably. Nothing but an involuntary giggle shot out, moreso from shock and being horrendously flustered.

Cedric chuckled at your speechless state, his hand leaving your chin to settle back to its previous position. You almost let your eyes fall back to the floor, but you were caught again by Cedric's honey golden gaze engulfing you.

"Very good; now let's try that again-" Cedric praises you, raising his brows to signal for you to follow with his step. You manage to copy it decently well, given your inexperience. Cedric shows you the rest of the basic steps to a waltz, and when you're finished, you notice the instrumentals changing once again- your eyes dart to Cedric, and you try to hide the look of fear you have behind your thinly veiled confidence.

"Just in time, it seems..." Cedric murmurs, a playful smirk tugging at his lips.

"For what?" You glanced over him suspiciously, but you had a bad feeling you already knew what Cedric meant.

Cedric laughs, with a mischievous glint in his eye that is all too familiar.

"To show me how much you've learned, (y/n)."

Your eyes widened with horror, but before you could squeak out any protest, the couples on the dance floor were lining up to begin the dance over again. You hurriedly join the others lined up on the left side of the ballroom, squeezing through the inches of free space between two other servants you're acquainted with.

"Y/n!" The servant exclaims in an excited whisper, shock written all over her face.

You manage to give her a strained smile, turning your head back to listen for the change in melody as your cue.

"I saw you with Cedric- was his dancing as bad as I think?" She snickers, leaning in towards you for an answer.

You turn to glare at her, but as you do so the music changes. Your eyes pricked at the sound, and begrudgingly you whip your head back to attention. The waltz begins as you walk towards Cedric, and the words of your acquaintance ring through your ears once again.

With gritted teeth, you join Cedric's embrace, his hands meeting yours in the same way as before. Your hands grip onto his body tightly as you both began to dance together.

"Are you alright?" Cedric asks lightly, wearing a purposefully neutral expression.

"Of course, never better." You brush him off, not wanting to spoil the moment. You can see the doubt lingering behind Cedric's gaze, but he doesn't press you further.

Exhaling a tiny sigh of relief, you regain your focus back to dancing with the sorcerer in front of you. The two of you sway to the music, and your shocked at how easy you caught on to the waltz. You both glide across the polished tile of the ballroom, the music propelling your bodies together in sync.

Cedric gazes down at you, and you struggle to hold his stare. The lights that hung from the crystal chandeliers splayed out on Cedric face handsomely, accenting all of his facial features in a play of light and shadow. His bright brown eyes flickered in hue as the light hit them; a dizzying display of copper and gold, amber and honey. Coupled with the way his silver bangs glowed like a halo as he moved, to say you were spellbound was an understatement.

"You seem to be catching on beautifully," Cedric purrs, his eyes crinkling as he gives you a smug smile.

Snapped out of your trance, you rush to respond.

"You were always a good teacher, Cedric." You state simply, but your cheeks warmed from giving him a compliment.

"You think so?" He hums back, his cognac eyes lighting up at your words.

"You made a dancer out of me of all people. If anything, it's an understatement." You confirm with a cheeky smile, and he bashfully adverts his eyes for a second.

"You're too generous- but, thank you." He sheepishly replies, his fair skin now tinged pink.

You let a soft chuckle slip past your lips as he gently leads you into a twirl, his arms providing you an anchor as your body spins.

Feeling bold, you accelerate as you reach the end of your twirl, standing on your toes as you do so. Turning back to face him again, you suddenly feel your ankle give out from under you.

It happened so suddenly, you didn't even have time to react at all. All you could do was watch as the world moved in slow motion, and feel your heart drop as your body sinks to the floor. Accepting your fate, you await the pain of hitting the hard, cold tile of the ballroom floor.

However, it never does. Your brain doesn't register what happened, but instead of the harsh, unforgiving floor beneath you, you feel lithe arms and silken sleeves wrapping taut around your body. Your eyes slink upwards, meeting the frenzied state of Cedric's bright brown pools.

You both stare at each other, frozen and unable to reach for any words to say that could remedy what just happened. Your eyes feel as blown wide as Cedric's, and your jaw hung slack as you felt your body catching up with itself. His face was mere inches from yours, and a curtain of dreamy silver bangs just barely tickled your cheek. Though his face fell into shadow, you can clearly see the blush seeping into his skin. His lips were parted slightly, as if he caught himself before he could scream. Your fingers twitched, and you now noticed that one of your hands was practically buried into his scalp. You dared not move your hand, but even still you could feel the softness of Cedric's ebony locs in your grasp.

Your heart ricocheted from the pit of your stomach into your throat, where your pulse raced frantically; your empty stomach nowfilled with butterflies and twisting into knots.

With the new position you find yourself in, it looks as if he dipped you dramatically as the music reached its crescendo- which, to your surprise, made you giggle.

After another few seconds, you break into full laughter, shaking your head at the ridiculousness of it all. With the tension broken, you feel Cedric's chest vibrate with laughter, in turn egging yours on. Despite being in the middle of a ball room, you two continue laughing without a care in the world.

As your laughter finally dies down, Cedric slowly and carefully pulls you back up to a standing position. Your head swam as he hoisted you upwards, and instinctively you leaned into his chest for support.

"I suppose I spoke too soon, huh?" You grumbled sarcastically into his robe, and you hear the laughter he tried to hold back in his chest.

"Perhaps- At least, you could've warned me before trying to twirl like that." You feel his eyes on you, and shyly you step away from his embrace to stand facing Cedric.

"Right... Sorry- I got carried away." You apologized sincerely, the embarrassment now catching up to you. You couldn't think your body could feel any hotter than before, but you're soon realizing you're mistaken.

Cedric shoots with an unreadable look, and for a moment your flashing hot body turns to ice as you fear he's upset with you. You stall your breathing, eyes locked in his unnerving stare.

"W-what?" You finally ask, cringing internally as how pathetic your voice sounded.

"You know... This may sound strange, but-" Cedric pauses, staring at you a moment more before stepping towards you. You try to step back, but your body doesn't budge. You turn your head to decipher the problem- now realizing now that his arm has already found it's place against your back.

With his free hand, Cedric cups your cheek into his palm and directs your face back to his. You're completely speechless at this point, and your brain is so fried from being flustered that any motor skills you had are long gone.

"I think I like it when you get carried away..." Cedric chuckles lowly, his eyes holding those same sparks that make a fire light deep down in your belly. You try to crawl around in your brain for any comeback, quip, or smart remark- but all that's left of your coherent thought is how desperately you want to be even closer to Cedric's body.

Acting on that whim, you hook your arms around Cedric's neck. His brows shoot up in questioning, but he doesn't protest.

"Would you like another dance?" The words manifest on your tongue without thinking, and your heart felt giddy as you awaited his response.

"It would be my pleasure," Cedric spoke, his voice soft as feather down as his head dipped even closer to your own. Feeling your breath catch in your throat, all you can do is nod your head in affirmation.

Even though you both had agreed to dance once more, neither of you made the move to untangle yourself from the other's embrace. You knew that one of you had to give, yet you both clung to each other just as tightly.

After a few moments, you feel Cedric's body shift, and you follow to unbind your arms from his neck. He suddenly stops, and you follow suite. You feel Cedric tip his head towards your ear, and you swallow hard as he whispers to you.

"I was thinking... If it's alright- we stay like this." Cedric's voice now had a rougher tone to it, and it sent shockwaves through you. Instead of answering, you adjust yourself back into the position you were in previously.

You smile into his shoulder, letting yourself fully enjoy his embrace. Taking in a deep breath, you inhale the Cedric's scent. The smell of dried herbs, his sweet soap, and the musk of old books makes your head spin in the best of ways.

As if almost on cue, the music changes in the ballroom once again, to something more slow and moody.

You lift your head in response, eyes scanning the scene around you, and you catch the eye of Queen Miranda somehow.

She quickly gestures towards the musicians, then gives you a sly wink.

Biting back a smile, you opt to bury yourself into Cedric's shoulder again.

This year, Wassailia has shaped up to be one of your favorite memories yet.

#cedric the sensational #cedricthesorceror #cedric x reader #sophia the first #Wassailia fic #cuz why not #christmas in summer fuck it ig #cedric can dance its canon

34 notes · View notes