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petrichor-idyllic · 1 year

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BRO I AM OBSESSED WITH “LET ME MAKE YOU FEEL BETTER” WOULD YOU EVER BE WILLING TO DO A PART TWO WITH STRAIGHT SMUT

Yeah, okay.

I'm doing it.

Finally.

So, this part 2 is by far the most requested piece I've ever gotten and I just keep putting it off because I suck at writing smut.

But I'm gonna do it because it keeps getting hyped up and I need to get this off my back before I do anything else lmao.

LET ME MAKE YOU FEEL BETTER PT. 2

MASTERLIST | MINHO MASTERLIST

PART 1 | PART 2

SUMMARY: Direct continuation from part 1. See above. Fem! Reader x Minho.

WARNINGS: Smut. Minors DNI, 18+ content, sexual intercourse, sexual themes, dumbass virgin activities, unprotected sex but you're on birth control because I said so - I ain't dealing with Glade babies. Pls rubber up tho.

You know, if someone would've told you this morning that you were about to go down on your best friend, you'd probably have punched them.

Yet, somehow, one awkward pathetic joke has led to something the pair of you have been fantasising about since you first became friends.

Minho's fingers massage your scalp as you leave wet kisses down his middrift. He hums in response to every small touch, occasionally pulling harder on your hair. Your hand rests between his underwear and his running pants. You occasionally roll you palm against him, and he's already solid, so it's not like you need to do much.

You're both incredibly inexperienced. As in, you're both massive virgins. But you're already starting to learn things about yourself. Minho's heavy breathing and tense muscles is making your body throb and your head fuzzy.

You've barely done anything and he's already falling apart at your touch. And you love it. You like making him feel good.

Without warning, and wanting to test something, you let your teeth graze the sensitive skin of his abs. His breath hitches and his body jolts, so you suck on the skin instead.

He lets out a gasp, grip tightening on your hair, but not pulling it intentionally. Your mouth makes a popping noise when you pull away. Admiring your work, Minho shifts, looking down at you as he lies on his back.

"Did you just shuckin' mark me?" He mumbles.

"Problem?" You ask, saliva staining your lips.

He simply shakes his head before flopping back down. "No, that's shuckin' hot."

You grin to yourself and repeat the action. Before you know it, Minho's stomach is covered with deep purple marks.

Okay, enough fucking about.

Moving your hand, you hook your fingers under his underwear. "Can I-?"

"Please," he gasps, not even letting you finish your question. He's using his manners more, at least. His fingers loosen from you hair, giving you more movement as your knees hit the floor of his hut.

Neither of you decided to make the smart choice to move from laying sideways on the bed.

You hesitate for a second, collecting yourself before pulling down the garments. His dick springs free and you have a second of pure panic.

Okay, so it's not like you've never seen a penis before. You live with exclusively teenage boys. They run through the Glade naked as a joke, and people steal each other's clothes from the showers all the time.

So, there is occasionally exposed body parts just casually around.

But this is different.

Minho is a decent size, dark hairs littering the area and is already leaking precum.

"Please, stop staring at it," he mumbles, his forearm flops over his eyes, trying to hide his embarrassment. He's normally confident, but this is new territory.

"Sorry, I just don't..." you trail off, not quite sure how to word it.

"You don't have to do anything. We can just call it quits and cuddle in bed or whatever klunk couples do."

You smile. Despite the mildly awkward sexual encounter, Minho referring to you as a couple makes your heart flutter.

"No, I want to," reaching towards him, you run your finger over his tip, watching him squirm immediately. But you seriously don't know what to do. "Can you... show me? Maybe? I don't know what I'm doing."

He pauses. "Yeah," he sounds defeated. "Alright, yeah." You've never seen Minho bashful before, but you could get used to it. He uses his arm to continue to cover his face, but his free hand reaches down. You sit back on your heels as you watch.

His movements are slow, like he's giving you a detailed demonstration. He pumps his hand up and down, rubbing his thumb occasionally over the tip.

Well, this is hot.

After watching him for a while, you gingerly touch his hand, telling him you want to take over. He slowly moves away, his hand lingering around his stomach.

You do what he did, copying the movement and doing exactly how he seemed to like it. Though, this isn't what you originally intended to do.

You adjust yourself, leaning forward and licking the slit of his tip with no warning. Minho's whole body tenses, his hand flying to your hair again.

You do it again, this time taking more of him into your mouth but still maintaining the movement with your tongue. You keep doing this, taking more of him each time. You occasionally break, needing to breathe for a second and using your hand.

"Shuckin'... fuck," he hisses, suddenly bucking his hips and hitting the back of your throat, making you gag. "Shit, sorry."

"It's fine," you pull away, wiping your face with the back of your hand. "Do whatever you like. I'm tryna cheer you up, remember?"

He blinks, sitting up on his arms, staring at you on your knees, drool dribbling down your chin, stray hairs sticking to your forehead.

"Shuck it, get up here."

"Huh?" He leans forward, grabbing your shirt and pulling you towards him as he sits on the edge of the bed. He grabs your jaw with reasonable force, kissing you deeply.

He breaks the kiss. "You're gonna make me finish too quick," he mutters into your lips as your hands rest on his thighs for support - since you're still on the floor between his legs. "It's embarrassing and I haven't even touched you."

"You don't have to-"

"Shut up," he kisses you again, "stand up."

You do as you're told, rising up as he kisses you. Once on your feet, he grabs your shirt, sliding his calloused hands over your skin. You pull at the hem, yanking it over your head and letting it fall to the floor.

Minho's lips fall to your chest, peppering your collarbone with sloppy kisses before giving you the same treatment you gave him. You suck in a deep breath at the stinging, watching Minho pull away and run his finger over the purple, slightly raised chunk of skin.

He hums, almost in approval.

He continues this, switching between delicate affections and staining your skin. His hands come to the sports bra you're wearing, breaking the kiss as he looks up at you. You grab it, pulling it over your head and he just blankly stress at your bare chest.

Becoming insecure, your hands come across your chest.

He grabs your wrists. "You're beautiful, (Y/N) - you don't have to hide from me."

He leans up again, kissing you again as you let your arms fall limp. His hands come to your chest, gently rubbing your nipples with him thumbs. You whimper into his mouth, a noise he already knows is going to be replayed in his head constantly.

He breaks away, one hand coming to the underside of your boob and connecting his lips to it. You gasp, throwing your head back as he gently nips on the sensitive area.

Your breathing becomes heavy, occassional soft noises escaping the back of your throat.

It's all getting a bit too much.

Desperately, you fiddle with your pants, letting them fall to the floor and leaving you in your underwear. His hands come to your thighs as he swaps to your other tit, giving it the same treatment.

Sliding his hand up, he seems more confident than you as he slowly rubs at you through the thin fabric.

Maybe you don't remember it, but Minho definitely remembers your drunken ramble about female anatomy after one of the Gladers said the clit was a myth. Living with these boys is a lot, sometimes.

And he's using that knowledge.

"How's that?" He pulls away, talking into your skin.

You only hum in response, giving a weak nod.

"Need you to use your words; tell me what you like."

"It's good, Minho," you mumble, gasping as the fabric adds more friction to your sensitive bundle of nerves.

"You want more?"

You nod again.

"Words."

"Yes - please, yes."

Slipping his fingers under the material, you can already feel how wet you are. "Shit-"

"Shut up," you say almost immediately, not needing the teasing off of him. You can't help how your body reacts to him.

He chuckles slightly, slowly rubbing circles into your clit. Desperate and needing more, you buck your hips against his hand.

He doesn't even know how to react.

He's dealt with monsters, violence and tragedy - and this is what stops him in his tracks?

Minho moves his hand away, making you groan. But he's simply trying to get easier access as he pulls the remaining cover away, letting them fall around your ankles.

His hand returns to your core, this time with more to work with as he gets a better look at you. Almost hypnotised, he slowly pushes a finger into you, making you gasp before starting to roll your hips again.

He adds another one.

You mewl, the noise unintentionally escaping your throat.

Minho's eyes lock with yours. Lids heavy and pupils wide, his lips are parted slightly. Almost like an animal, you dive forward, desperately kissing him and knocking him back slightly. He pulls his fingers out of you, his hands coming to your waist, guiding you towards him.

You sit on his lap, grinding against him, fingers clawing at his back, gasping into each other.

Your slick coats his dick, both of you caving into ecstasy.

"Wait," he mumbles, "maybe there's a better position than this?"

You blink before chuckling. "Yeah, probably."

You stand up off of him. "Lie down, then. Tryna do a job here." You attempt to joke, but you're basically panting.

He obeys, lying down on the bed - the actual right way this time, and you throw your leg over him.

Returning to the previous action, you continue to grind on him, your lips coming to his neck. You suck and pull at the skin - Minho knows full well he's going to get some interesting questions in the morning. Though, the thought of the other Gladers bog-eyed stares and whispering, maybe even the teasing out of envy, makes him smirk.

He makes no effort to correct you.

After some more grinding, Minho's had dips down between your bodies. Directing his dick, he whispers into your ear.

"You sure about this?"

You move away from his throat, looking at him. "We can stop now, if you want?" You shake your head.

"Words, girl."

"No, I don't want to stop - I want you." You pause, your voice has a slight tremble to it. "Please."

Leaning up, he kisses you, guiding himself and pushing the head against your hole. You gasp, sitting up more and sinking down on him. It stings for a second, but you're so turned on that the pain is immediately overrided.

It still takes you a second to adjust as Minho watches himself disappear into you. Bottoming out, you look him before rolling your hips.

Minho's hands grip your waist, offering you guidance and pulling you down onto him even more.

After a few seconds like this, you cave, leaning forward, using your elbows to hold you up as your arms rest on either side of him. Your tongue dips into his mouth, his quickly brushing against yours. The speed of your movements picks up as you press your forehead against his.

You pant into each others mouths, occasionally sharing messy pecks and kisses. But neither of you can maintain it with the other feelings involved. Every time you roll your hips and he bucks his, you feel so unbelievably full, and the mix of actions is quickly making a knot form in your lower stomach.

You didn't know it was possible to feel like this.

Neither did he, to be fair.

"Shit," you hiss, "I think I'm gonna- fuck!" The feeling of orgasm rips through you, moans escaping your lips.

Which is probably what also pushes Minho over the edge - not that it was hard. The boy has been desperately trying not to jizz his pants since you first suggested a massage. Never mind this.

He whimpers, groans coming from deep in his throat as he dives forward, making an attempt to silence both of you. His hut isn't exactly soundproof, and you're not exactly quiet.

You ride out your highs, hips spasming and grasping at whatever flesh you manage to get your hands on.

Slowly, your movements start to calm, coming to a stop. You break the kiss, both of you struggling to catch your breath.

"Well, shuck," Minho says after a second, making you snort and break into a fit of giggles.

You both laugh for a second before he kisses you again, feeling him soften from inside of you.

You move off of him, lying next to him as he puts his arm under you, letting you snuggle into his chest.

"This better mean you're my shuckin' girlfriend."

You laugh again, shifting to kiss him on the cheek. "Yes, Minho, it means I'm your girlfriend."

And he grins like he's just conquered the world.

"Bro," Ben says the next morning after eyeing the Keeper for at least five minutes whilst they wait for the Doors to open. Him and the other Runners have been exchanging glances at the state of Minho's neck - something he's made no attempt to hide. "The shuck happened to you?"

"What?" Minho raises his eyebrow, probably because he's off in fantasy land thinking about last night, and waking up to you this morning.

"...your neck, dude." He looks at his men, his gaze flickering between them as they all stare at him. No one seems to even notice the Doors opening despite the deafening noise.

Minho simply shrugs. "Got a massage off my girlfriend."

And with that, he runs into the Maze, leaving Ben standing there with his jaw agape.

IT'S DONE.

It's also not proof read and don't expect it to be, I'm never gonna reread this because I hate my own sex scenes.

But IT'S DONE.

FINALLY.

No more smut for a while, I'm going back to fluffy requests for a minute lmao.

Though, I hope you enjoyed :))

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hwajin · 10 months

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— llylm

⁺ 𓂋 𓈒 ✦ :: bang chan | 4 follower event

genre: smut, angst (?)

pairing: chan x gn!reader

another rlly experimental fic!! i love this one so don't let it flop pls 🙏

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He could have been from the party. You wouldn't remember seeing him there, though that wasn't on you to blame - it was crowded that day, lights and music overstimulating your senses; it was plausible he had slipped your mind.

He moved against you, bodies a stormy ocean, wave clashing against wave with force that knocked the air out of your lungs, as though filling them with his water, drowning you within him. There wasn't a way he wasn't real, and yet you doubted it, doubted that he wasn't a fantasy, emerging from depths buried dark within you.

He could have been from the library. You wouldn't remember seeing him there though your studies had gotten the best of you back then, your mind occupied by everything but bystanders; it was entirely possible you had met him there, for the very first time, weeks back.

His hands steadied themselves on your waist, palm big and warm against you, breath staggered against your neck. You needed him deeper so you pulled, your hands by his shoulders and your legs around his middle, pulling him impossibly close and he stuttered in his motion, taken aback, on the verge of losing composure. You locked eyes for moments, simply looking, holding gaze, and neither of you moved. Had to move, nor utter even a word - it was enough to lay within the other, to stare, to understand, maybe, bit by bit.

He could have been from the store, eventually, or from your place of work, or from the get together your friends threw a month back, when guests upon guests, unknown to you, made their way through the door, booze in hand, drunken already. All instances you could reasonably put him in, scenarios he was fit for - and yet it seemed he had appeared out of thin air, from nowhere entirely. As though having found you by coincidence, or by fate if you believed in it - and unable to be apart from you from the very beginning, pulled into the spell of you as you were pulled into his curse. Unable for bodies to resist the other so you didn't, let yourself go, let yourself fall if it meant the other would be ready to catch.

And then again, the way his hips felt against your own, skin on skin, elliciting sounds you under different circumstances would be embarrassed about, the way his sounds of pleasure resonated in the small echo of the room, the way he buried his face into the crook of your neck with every deeper thrust he made - it all felt imaginative. Too good to be real or simply not real, something you wished for and could never have. Something you gave your all to yet were unsure of, eventually.

He could be from a past love. Because the way he whispered your name, as though the very totem needed to seal love, to seal realness was so familiar, and the way his name fell over your lips so easily, returning promise, returning eternity so known that he couldn't be a stranger, not entirely. Not in the way you felt when he increased in speed, gradually, knocking coherence out of you, making you throw your head back in greatest pleasure, satisfaction so grant you were a stranger to it before him, in the way you felt his warmth within you, filling you with the token of love, painting you in it; and it must have been real after tonight, after sealed vow, after final oath.

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genshin-impact-writings · 1 year

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Personally proud of myself for thinking of this combo, but to fulfill the lack of Kaveh (which is criminal T-T) how about him with prompts 6 and 9 + Hanahaki (hurt/comfort)?

Pssst, remember to take care of yourself JJ :) <3

Hello Val! <3 You're rightfully proud about this combo, it's amazing, and I swear I screeched when I saw your request. This has gotten way longer than I initially expected (almost 3k words, help), so I really hope you like it. Take care too! <3 Pls don't let this flop.

Prompts: hurt/comfort + hanahaki disease + 6. “Stop lying to me.” + 9. “Leave me alone.”

Warnings: mentions of dying, blood and pain in general; some swearing

As I’m fading away – Kaveh x gn!reader

Kaveh stares up at the ceiling as he wonders if this is how he will die. With every day that passes, it’s getting harder to breathe, and every time he coughs up another tiny flower, its petals covered in blood, he knows that he’s getting closer to the end. He has stopped working on his projects because he just can’t focus on anything else but the nasty sensation in his chest that reminds him every day that he has made a terrible mistake.

With a quiet sigh, he rolls over and stares at the window. It has been weeks since he last left the house, since he last felt the warmth of the sun on his face. He doesn’t want anyone to see him like this, weak and sick and coughing up flowers. The people of Sumeru aren’t dumb. It would only take them a few moments to figure out what’s wrong with him, and Kaveh wants to spare himself the embarrassment. Hanahaki disease, they call it. The price people have to pay for falling in love with someone who doesn’t love them back. No one knows where it came from – the Akademiya doesn’t really waste time researching things like this. To most of them, love is an inconvenience, something that stops people from focusing on the things that really matter. Kaveh wouldn’t be surprised if that is why they came up with the surgery in the first place.

Because you see, Hanahaki disease doesn’t have to be terminal. There are, in fact, two cures: Either, the person you fell in love with returns your feelings, or you undergo a surgical procedure to remove the flower from your lungs. Easy, right? But in the process of eliminating the flower, they will also eliminate the love you felt. And some people firmly believe that after that, you can never experience these emotions ever again.

And Kaveh, being the hopeless romantic he is, is convinced that it’s better to love someone who doesn’t love him back instead of never loving at all. Even if it means that this love is going to be the end of him. (He knows it’s stupid. But forgetting that he has ever loved you seems even worse than death to him.)

* * * *

It feels like an eternity since you last saw your boss. Kaveh, you remind yourself because you know he hates it when you call him boss. “My name’s Kaveh,” he has told you at least a dozen times when you first started working together almost a year ago, “we’re working on this project together, there’s no need to act like I’m your superior.” (You never had the courage to tell him that you called him boss to remind you to keep a somewhat professional distance. After all, Kaveh is one of the most attractive people you have ever met – and, on top of that, he’s funny and kind and caring, too, and you’re definitely not in love with him.)

You shake your head, trying to think about something else because now is not the right time to think about Kaveh’s smile or the way his eyes light up when he’s excited about something. There’s a deadline you have to meet, and you can’t finish this project without your boss.

So, you start looking for him. You check the café down the street, the bookstore, the shop where he sometimes buys his supplies, and even the library at the Akademiya. But no matter where you go, no matter how many people you ask, no one has seen Kaveh. And you slowly start to get angry. What the heck did you do to deserve being ditched like this?

Before you even know what you’re doing, you’re standing in front of Alhaitham’s house. This is the last resort, and you’re sure he’ll not be happy to see that you know where he lives, but what else are you supposed to do? You reallyneed to talk to him. It’s simply unacceptable that he decided to let you deal with this project and the responsibilities that come with it completely on your own.

You raise your hand to knock on the door. When no one answers, you knock again, louder this time. On the other side, you hear something that sounds like a cough but still, the door doesn’t open, so you say, “You know I can hear you, right? Kaveh?”

No answer, just another quiet cough.

“Kaveh, I swear to Lesser Lord Kusanali, if you don’t open the door right now-“

You interrupt yourself when the door cracks open, and you come face to face with Kaveh. He looks awful. There are deep, dark circles beneath his eyes, a sharp contrast to the pale and sallow color of his skin, and his hair and clothes are a mess. But what really gets to you is the expression in his usually so kind and compassionate eyes – he’s looking at you as if you were his personal nemesis.

“What do you want?”

“Hello to you too, Kaveh,” you say. The shock about his appearance is not enough to let you forget your anger, especially not after these harsh words. “It’s good to see that you still know who I am after you left me alone with that project.”

Kaveh looks like he wants to reply something but instead, he presses his hand to his mouth when he falls into a fit of coughing. It’s so bad his entire body is shaking, and when the coughing finally stops after what seems like an eternity, his breathing is ragged and irregular.

You reach out for him, your anger fading away into the distance when you realize that he hasn’t ditched you or your project. He is seriously ill, you can see that now. “Kaveh…”

“No,” he cuts you off, his hand still covering his mouth, and he quickly takes a step back to avoid your touch. “Leave me alone.”

Before you can say something, he has already slammed the door in your face.

* * * *

Kaveh’s heart sinks when he sees the delicate red flower on his palm. It’s the first time he has coughed up an entire flower, and he has read enough books about this disease to know that things will only continue to go downhill from now on. His chest aches, not only from the coughing but also from the devastating knowledge that he won’t survive this.

“Kaveh! Open the damn door or I promise I will kick it down!”

Your voice brings him back to reality, and he takes a deep breath to calm himself down. A part of him wishes he could just open the door and spend the little time he has left with you but then he’d have to explain the whole situation to you, and he doesn’t want that. He doesn’t want to tell you that he has been stupid enough to not only fall in love but also to catch a disease like Hanahaki.

“I told you to leave me alone,” he rasps, although he already knows that you will do the exact opposite. “Please, (Y/N), just leave. I’m fine.”

“Stop lying to me! You’re not fine,” you insist, “please, let me take care of you. I’ll make you some soup and a cup of tea, and you’ll feel better in no time.”

Kaveh can’t help but smile at your words. Even when you’re mad (and rightfully so), you still care about him, and it’s enough to make his foolish heart skipping a beat. What if… No. This is stupid and nothing but wishful thinking. You just offered to take care of him, that’s not exactly a love confession. But there’s still a tiny spark of hope, and he decides to cling to it as long as he can.

Slowly, he opens the door. “Okay,” he says, quietly. “Come in.”

He doesn’t wait for your response before he makes his way towards the kitchen to wash the blood off his hand but the sound of footsteps is proof that you’re following him.

“You could have told me that you’re sick,” you say when the silence between the two of you gets uncomfortable. “Instead of disappearing, I mean.”

Kaveh doesn’t know what to reply, so he decides to remain silent. In the end, everything he’d say would probably be a lie, and you don’t deserve dishonesty. It’s not like you’re wrong with your assumption anyways – he is sick. You just don’t have any idea how serious it is.

He takes a deep breath (or at least, he tries because the subtle scent of your perfume seems to fill the entire room, and it makes him want to pull you close and kiss you). “Sorry,” he finally says, though he knows that his words sound shallow and not at all genuine, “I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“Sorry my ass,” comes the angry remark, just as he has expected, and so, he tries again, “I’m serious, (Y/N). I didn’t plan on leaving you alone with a project like this but… well. Obviously, some illness got in the way.” There’s no point in denying his poor state of health, after all. Not when it’s crystal clear that something is wrong with him. And this time, your gaze softens. You take a step towards him, carefully placing your hand on his arm. “Kaveh...” Your voice is so soft that it would have made him melt on the spot, hadn’t he been so distracted by the fact that he can feel the warmth of your hand through the fabric of his shirt. He’s so stupid – and so, so in love with you.

In that moment, a sharp pain shoots through his entire body. His lungs feel like they’re on fire, and before he even knows what’s going on, he’s on the floor, desperately gasping for air. Every time he tries to breathe, the pain gets worse, and there’s definitely something blocking his airways.

“Kaveh!” The soft, gentle tone is replaced with utter panic as you drop to your knees right beside him. “Kaveh, please, what can I do? Do you need medicine? A glass of water?” You’re rambling, you know it, but you just can’t think straight when Kaveh is so obviously in pain. “Please, I-“

“I can’t breathe,” he rasps out. There’s a lump in his throat, and then, he’s coughing up blood and countless ragged flower petals again, and he’s sure it’s over for him.

* * * *

He feels like he’s floating. The pain has disappeared, and all that’s left is an oddly peaceful feeling that slowly lulls him to sleep. There’s a gentle touch too, like a feather brushing against his cheek but warmer, much warmer. The darkness surrounding him is comforting, and for a brief moment, Kaveh allows himself to give in to that feeling. It’s like nothing matters anymore.

But then something reaches his ear. Someone is saying his name, in such a hushed and soft tone that he would have smiled if he had the energy to. “Kaveh,” the voice whispers again, and he feels someone brushing a strand of hair from his forehead. “Please, I beg you, wake up.”

So, he’s not dead. Not yet.

And you’re still here with him.

It’s incredibly hard to fight back the darkness around him and to open his eyes but for you, Kaveh tries. His whole body aches, like he’s been trampled down by a herd of sumpter beasts, and he has a terrible headache. But – and he can hardly believe it – other than that, he feels fine. The ever-present tickle in his throat that has been his only companion for the past weeks is gone.

Kaveh takes a deep breath, then another one and another one – and he doesn’t need to cough once. It’s like he has never suffered from Hanahaki. Which doesn’t make any sense because as far as he knows, there isn’t another cure. It’s either the surgery or the other person loving you back – or death. He’s clearly not dead, and he also didn’t have the surgery, so that can only mean that…

Oh.

You love him.

Although every bone and every muscle in his body screams at him to lie down again, Kaveh grits his teeth and tries to sit up. Almost immediately, there’s a hand on his back and another one on his arm. “Careful,” he hears you say, “no need to rush.”

Kaveh looks back at you with wide eyes, only now realizing how close you are. If he had still been sick, the proximity would have killed him but now, all he feels is his heart skipping a beat in anticipation. “(Y/N)…”

He hasn’t expected you to slap him across the chest. “You damn idiot! Do you have any idea how worried I was about you? I thought you were dying!”

“(Y/N), please,” Kaveh says quietly because he knows he doesn’t deserve you or your concern. He feels so bad for making you cry like this – trying to calm you down and convince you that you don’t need to worry about him is the least he can do now, “I’m fine. Calm do-“

The words get stuck in his throat when you throw yourself at him, pulling him into your arms without a warning. “You’re so fucking stupid,” you sob, voice muffled because you have buried your face in the crook of his neck, as you cling to him like he’s going to disappear if you don’t hug him tight enough, “why did you have to scare me like that?”

Kaveh doesn’t know what to do or what to say. For weeks, months even, he has longed for this, has wished to hold you at least once, and now that he has been granted that wish, he can’t move. He wants to wipe your tears away, pepper your face with kisses and just tell you how much he adores you and yet, for some stupid reason he can’t.

“You love me,” he eventually says, and you pull away, staring at him in disbelief. “That’s what’s on your mind right now? You almost died, right here in front of me, and all you think about is that I love you?”

Kaveh laughs, a shaky, insecure laughter than quickly can turn into tears if he’s not careful. “No, you don’t understand. You love me – that’s why I’m still alive.”

“Are you seriously suggesting that love saved you? Kaveh, that’s so fucking cheesy, even for you.”

“But that is exactly what happened,” he says and finally gathers the courage to reach out for your hand, interlacing your fingers, “I’m sure you’ve heard of Hanahaki disease before, haven’t you?” When you nod, he continues, “So you also know that it slowly kills those who fall in love with someone who doesn’t love them back. (Y/N), I have no idea why these things work the way they do – all I know is that it’s not a joke when I say that you saved my life.”

You stare down at your intertwined hands. “I’m sorry I made you think I don’t care about you in that way. I… I was trying to keep a professional distance because I didn’t want to make things awkward between us.”

“You have nothing to apologize for. None of this is your fault,” Kaveh says, softly. “If anyone’s to blame, it’s me. I shut you out. If I had the guts to tell you the truth, none of this would have happened.”

With a sigh, you raise your free hand to cup his cheek. It’s oddly comforting to touch him, perhaps because it reassures you that he’s alive and well, that he’s not going to die from a disease no one really understands. “We can play this game forever, so how about this: We were both pretty stupid.”

“Okay,” Kaveh agrees, quietly. His pupils are blown wide as he looks back at you, and for the first time in what feels like an eternity, a genuine smile flashes over his face. He leans in, gently pressing his forehead against yours. “I love you.”

It’s not at all what he had in mind when he has mused about the perfect scenario to confess his feelings – here, on the kitchen floor, his chest still aching from the Hanahaki – but you’re here with him, and now you close the gap between the two of you to press a soft kiss to his lips, and that alone is enough to make this moment perfect.

Thank you so much for reading! If you enjoyed it please consider liking, reblogging and/or leaving some feedback. I'd really appreciate the support! <3

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fairytoge · 2 years

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Can you please do dating headcanons with Nanami Gojo and Geto? 🥰

Idk if you have a limit 👀

dating headcanons ; n.kento, g.satoru, g.suguru

notes!!

yes of course i can! i absolutely adore this idea and tysm for requesting :)

other parts ; i.yuuji, f.megumiㅤi.toge, o.yuutaㅤk.choso, z.naoya

m.list

n.kento

being in a relationship with nanami would be the real life version of every sappy romance novel you have (or haven't) read

in short terms, he is an angel and everyone is jealous that they're not him or that they're not dating him

but despite that, you two are what people aspire to be like

when nanami first asks you out, i feel like he'll mention pretty soon after about how the two of you should always be open and honest with each other

this man has been heartbroken 😭

but yeah, he also seems like he'd schedule dates for every friday evening — making sure to always mark it in his calendar and get off work extra early so that he can get ready

date nights around nanami's!!!!

he'll cook the most gourmet and delicious dish for you that you've ever had and you just fall in love with him more and more and that's ignoring how his sleeves are rolled up his forearms

nanami is also a favourite for your family!! each time you go and visit your parents or siblings, they always ask about how he is, or when he'll next visit them

it's annoying but you just bear it with a smile and remember that nanami will be waiting for you at home by the time you get back :((((

i feel like he is also willing to do practically anything for you

like, he'll make you a cup of tea or coffee in the morning alongside his, knowing just how you like it after your first date where you off-handedly shared your preferences

nanami will take your self-care sososososo seriously as well

on nights when you just flop onto your bed and grumpily state that you can't be bothered to do your skincare routine, nanami will take it upon himself to apply all the products to your face for you

he'll make sure that you don't overwork or stress yourself, and when you state that he needs to take care of himself as well, you two make a pinky promise to look after each other and yourselves.

overall, nanami would make the perfect lover and i am not accepting any other opinions :(

g.satoru

if you are in a serious relationship with gojo, then you two are basically set to be together (or at the very least have a friendship) for the rest of your lives

like it sounds dramatic but...

if your relationship is healthy, which gojo's is with you, then that would mean that he would've had to not only learn to let his walls down around you and trust you but that you would also know a lot about his past

he would probably take a few months to properly trust you but that's okay

it would also take a bit of time and effort for both you and gojo to build a high level of openness with each other, but once you have, the two of you are closer than ever

now!! how he would behave as your boyfriend 🥺

gojo seems like the type of lover who will tease you for anything and everything but that doesn't mean that he doesn't care!!

if anything, he loves you so much that it makes him uncomfy almost?? like, he feels like he's constantly being embraced around you and he isn't used to being that vulnerable :(

protect him pls ....

anyway, he'll make fun of your hair each morning just after you've woken up, even though just moments earlier he had been admiring your perfect features as you slept

gojo also seems like the type of boyfriend to do things silently

he'll go out just for you and buy you the snack that you mentioned earlier, or a piece of clothing you had wanted to purchase for a while but never had

you'll just find them randomly in your shared kitchen and, when you confront him about buying it, he'll pretend he doesn't know what you're talking about

gojo also seems like the sweet boyfriend who will also never fail to embarrass you in public 😭

like, you'll be randomly walking down the street and suddenly a wasp lands on his arm or something and he'll just start screaming

you do love him, but at moments like those, you wish you didn't not really though

g.suguru

geto would be an interesting lover

i feel like his appearance, and how he presents himself when meeting new people, is very misleading to how he actually behaves

so when your relationship with him becomes more serious, geto takes it upon himself to properly open up to you and gradually shows you his real personality

this only snowballs into you two falling for each other even more and promotes him to share all of his interests and aspirations with you; all whilst you gaze up at him talking with stars in your eyes

you admire how he takes everything in his stride, and how he is probably the most accepting person you have ever met

anyway, i am a firm believer in the idea that geto loves to just hold you, or touch you

when you are both out in public together and not already holding hands or anything, he'll loop his arm around your waist and pull you towards him slightly .... just not enough to be too pda

geto would also notice when you feel uncomfortable or something!!

for example, you could be approached by one of the co-workers that was known within your office to be a little... weird... and geto will quickly (but politely) excuse you both

protector geto ???? 🥺

but yeah, i think that he would also randomly pull you into hugs wherever...

you might just be making dinner for the two of you, walking around the house, or grocery shopping, and then geto suddenly bear hugs you from behind

the first couple of times shocked and subsequently made him stop doing it for a while, until you reassured him that you were fine with it

geto seems like he'd also keep a secret stash of your snacks in a place you don't know so that, whenever you're craving them and don't want to go out, he "happens" to have them on him

in conclusion of boyfriend!geto, he's the kind of lover who is always quite laid back and relaxed, though that doesn't mean that he doesn't pay attention to you and your needs

he's a big softie

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clouduru-chan · 1 year

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Well, I've wanted to do this for a long time, and I hope it goes well, as well as the second season of The Legend of Vox machine, I decided to write something, like a modern reader going to the magical world. As an Isekai, and I decided to make a Brazilian reader, in addition to wanting to show a little bit of Brazilian culture, I want to please the Brazilian people who read what I post. And the first thing I'm going to write will be about Percy, because I'm a little bitch of that man.

Percy with a modern Brazilian reader

- First of all, let's say what you were doing before you stopped at an unknown and "magical" place;

- You were at the ice cream parlor with your friends celebrating the Brazil-Serbia game, it was the beginning of the World Cup, and everyone was excited, especially with the show that Richarlisson did in the second half of the game;

- Well, you don't like soccer very much, but when it's a World Cup year you ignore that and become extremely patriotic;

- The clothes you wore were the shirt of the Brazilian national team, the famous green and yellow, short shorts with sequins on the back pocket, and a fanny pack around your torso, and a pair of flip-flops;

- After having your ice cream with your friends, you decided to go home, but something strange happened, as you turned the corner of the street, your vision became blurred, as you closed your eyes and tried to understand what was happening to you, you realized that you were in an extremely different place;

- very different indeed, you would hit your face with the palm of your hand to see if you would wake up from it, well unfortunately it didn't work;

- And you couldn't stand still, because people were looking at you strangely, so you held tightly to the strap of your fanny pack and decided to walk around to get some answers, to try to understand where you were;

- Well, you can't have realized, Percival was looking at you, he noticed how out of place you were. Well maybe it was a feeling of sympathy, he came to you;

- He was not liking how other people were looking at you maliciously, especially because of the clothes you were wearing;

- Soon he came to you, looking at you it seemed to be some foreigner or traveler, he analyzed your clothes, they were a different fabric from what he had ever seen, besides that on your thigh had a tattoo of mountains and a being doing T-pose (being that it was the sugar loaf mountain and the statue of Christ the Redeemer), and on your shin was a tattoo of birds flying through the landscape, besides that your hair braided by each lock was very flashy too;

- When he asked you if you were lost, you grimaced slightly, as you were trying to carefully translate what he had said and try to talk to him;

- You had a little trouble telling him, you were dying of embarrassment because your English was horrible, Percy looked at you a little curious, you thought you had said something wrong, you started cursing in your original language;

"Puta que me pariu! Eu não mal sei falar português imagina inglês, mas que desgraça, pareço uma debilóide falando!"

- He became even more curious, because he had never heard an idiom like that before;

- And you were wondering why the fuck English was used in a world like that! Well, you were kind of happy about it, because you could communicate, but with your fucked up English it was going to be a little difficult;

- You are quickly put under protection by him and the rest of the group, and since Percival was a curious man, he filled you with questions;

- Well, obviously he realized that you were not from here, but when he finds out that you are not from the world of Exandria, with that he and Vox machine will help you get back;

- When you talk about the technology in your world, this man's eyes shine, when you showed him your phone that was inside your fanny pack he was amazed, he had never seen something so advanced;

- Well you quickly got along with every member of the team, they liked your playful and somewhat chaotic energy;

- When you take some random mission for money, you always stay close to Percy, because he wants you to stay close to him;

- When you go to the tavern, you are always cheerful, but when it's time to drink, you drink modernly since you are always the friend on the tour who tries to stay sober;

- And when fights break out in these places Percy pulls you to stand next to him, but he is a little surprised when you know how to turn around when you use some body-fighting techniques like Brazilian tai-jutsu or capoeira, considering that this type of fight you wanted to learn to defend yourself against an assailant or some potential pervert ;

- Well, he is impressed with your self-defense, but worried, since you were a human against magical beings, and you have no accessories or magic of any kind;

- He starts to have feelings for you, and little by little he decides to open up more to you, since you talk so much about the things in your world and about yourself, it would be kind of fair for him to talk a little about himself;

- When he tells you a little about his past, you look at him with empathy, you could see the pain in Percival's greenish blue eyes, with that you gave him the famous Brazilian hug, he felt how warm your hug was, it was very warm, he returned the hug with the same intensity;

- I think that in those moments you fill him with affection, make him feel happy, pure, make him for a brief moment forget all the horrible things he has been through;

- They are all doing their best to look for a way to get you back home;

- When the dragon was devastating the villages near the Tal'Dorei kingdom, Percy forced you not to go along with them, since he didn't want you to die;

- After defeating what was devastating the kingdom, King Uriel threw a party to celebrate the feat of Vox máquina, inviting the elite of some kingdoms or provinces, then Percy as was a Noble he had to teach good manners to the group, in your case you filled him with questions, what clothes to use, the cutlery and among other things;

- Well you did most of the hairstyles, since you were a hairdresser's helper, so you had a sense of what you were doing;

- You had to go in a long dress without any cleavage, because it wasn't supposed to be vulgar and you couldn't show your tattoos, but unfortunately it didn't cover the tattoo you had on your arm;

- In the castle everything was amazing, for a certain moment, you were close to Vex'Ildan and Percy, he will introduce you to all the nobles that were invited, and you are extremely polite and know very well how to make a friendly conversation, well some (most) Brazilians are quite fun to make a great conversation (but be careful not to fall into the trap, since you can take advantage of this situation and to deceive sometimes the unaware of the Brazilian culture);

- But when the Briarwoods arrived, Percival's expression completely closed, he stared angrily at the couple who fucked up his and Rolo's family's lives;

- When you realize that he has gone stiff because of the gothic couple, you hold his hand firmly;

- At dinner you could see Percy's anger about the Briarwoods, you had sat next to him, trying to calm him down, but when Delilah started talking about Rolo's family, Percy became enraged, and decided to deny that woman, so he left the table, and you quickly went to him, you had never seen him like that, you tried to comfort him with a tender gesture and asked the gray-haired man to vent what he was feeling;

- Well, after a disastrous night and a near death, and being a little frightened by the attitude of the gray-haired man who nearly killed an innocent man working for Briarwoods, Percival realized that it was too dangerous for you. Percival who realized that it was too dangerous for you, he did not want you to go with him to Whitestone, but with your stubbornness you went, because you knew that your friend needed something to comfort him in this very difficult moment;

- Well, on the trip you had changed your appearance, you were wearing pants of a thick fabric, a white T-shirt with sleeves that went all the way to your wrist, a pair of boots, and a belt, and on the right side of your waist you had a short sword;

- With your attitude, you have made Rolo's heart squeeze, do you think of him differently? Do you care about him? Well, he knows that you care about others and make your jokes, but with him it was a little different, he realized that he was in love with you, but then the question remains, what if you don't like the way he likes it? What if you go back to your own world?

- Well, when you were camping near a forest near your destination, Percival was leaning his head against a rock while he was fiddling with his gun, but when you approached him and argued with him for lying down like that and that it was harmful to his spine, he sat up, but soon you sat down on the ground and slapped his thighs, giving him a hint of where he should lay his head to rest, well, this man's face turns red at this, but he did what you wanted. He got a little calmer when you started running your hand over his hair and singing some music from your world, mostly Brazilian;

"Chove chuva! Chove sem parar.... Eu vou fazer uma prece. Pra Deus, Vosso senhor. Pra chuva parar... De molhar o meu divino amor. Que é muito lindo, é mais que o infinito, é puro e belo inocente como a flor...."

- Ok, he just loves to hear your voice singing, especially in his language, this song is so calm and serene, maybe he asks you the translation;

- Feelings are conflicting inside Percy, when he looks at her face his heart hammers, so he will draw courage from the depths of his being, and make a declaration of love;

- When dawn breaks and you have to return to your trip, Percy will bring you to a secluded corner;

- He was very nervous, let's face it, he's very anxious, and also he thinks it's a bad time to propose, but he wants to get this feeling off his chest;

- But before he said anything, you started talking, well, you were declaring to him the feelings you felt, he wasn't expecting it, he was the one who wanted to declare himself, but your heart was warmed by every word you said to him;

"You know Percy, I thank the universe every day that it brought us together. Eventually, you became the most important person in my life. I want to be able to share every moment of joy with you. In the moments of sadness, to be by your side, to be your greatest support. My love, my life is more beautiful because I have you by my side. You can even try to find a thousand definitions for love in the dictionary. But nothing will come close to what I feel for you, because this feeling is pure and indescribable. You know, if you were a movie, you would be my favorite, the one I watch over and over again and never get tired of. I know this statement may be a little long, but I want you to know that I love you! If it weren't for you I wouldn't even know where I was when I came into this world...".

- Okay, you broke it;

- He didn't expect such a profound statement, his eyes were full of water, he was holding himself back from crying, so he hugged you tightly;

- When you returned to the group Scalan was giving a bag of money to Vax, since the half elf had bet the gnome that you would declare yourself first;

- When you arrived in Whitestone it was nothing but chaos, the living dead all over town, people lost hope, you were getting even angrier with the Briarwoods, you wanted to get into a fight with Delilah, but that's going to be just intent;

- Well, you met Percy's sister, it wasn't the most appropriate moment, but you made a little joke about whether you were allowed to date your brother, Percival argued with you that it wasn't the time for you to do that, but he thought it was funny;

- When Percy was under Orthax's control, you calmly approached close to that man, trying to bring back the humanity of that man, Vex went by your side to control the man who was being controlled by a vengeful demon, you softly touched the gray-haired man's cheek, he was recovering some of his mentality, he had been caught by several illusions that Orthax made, the main ones were the death of his family, his sister Cassandra and mainly you;

- He in that state hurt your heart, and any suspicious attitude from him you were put behind Vex, and when Percy shot his own hand to get rid of the demon it was the most horrible thing you ever saw, in person, since you were used to watch some violent things on TV, but in person it was horrible, you ran to help Percy;

- After that moment of madness and You chiding Delilah in her native language was sensational;

" VAI SE FUDE SUA VAGABUNDA! ELE NÃO PODE TE MATAR! MAS EU TERMINAREI O SERVIÇO SUA PUTA!"

- He didn't expect you and Cassandra to finish the job and kill Delilah, You had fury in your eyes, even though the necromancer did nothing to you, you felt empathy for everyone who suffered at her hand, you carried the anger of the people and the family of Rolo and ended Briarwood, but with that attitude of yours made Cassandra like you, she approved you as Percival's girlfriend;

- But you had to end that moment with a beautiful sentence, right? You decided to translate the sentence before you spoke;

" Crying bitch God doesn't listen!"

- You said that when you were pointing to Briarwood's body;

- Congratulations, you have Cassandra's full approval now;

- When you came back to Tal'Dorei, you and Percy started dating, and he kept asking you about your world, such as technological advances, holidays, languages, politics, economics, and possibly whether there was ever any conflict, and you answer all the questions, at least you try to, but the questions that get you is about your family or foods you like to eat;

- Well, the group will try to recreate some recipes but in the Exandrian style, well some of them were easy, like the pamonha that was made from corn or dulce de leche;

- He loves your displays of affection, you like physical displays of affection a lot, Percy took a while to get used to it, but he feels very loved;

- The stolen kisses, the affectionate kisses you give Percy on the cheeks and neck make him excited, you are so affectionate with him, he wonders if where you come from people are like that when it comes to showing affection;

- He gets all flustered when you give him some affectionate nicknames in his native language;

- Examples of affectionate nicknames are: Amor/mor/ Morzão ( practically You are called love, you use this nickname to get his attention), Muso (You use that nickname to emphasize the beauty of this man), Meu Tudo (When you point out that he's everything to you), Bombom ( it's practically one of the sweets you ate the most in Brazil, the bonbon, you use this nickname to call Percy sweet), Meu Batom garoto ( This expression is funny, it can refer to the fact that your boyfriend is small and delicious like chocolate);

- And when you try to translate or explain the nicknames to him, he gets all embarrassed, and will try to call you by the same affectionate nicknames too, he will try, maybe you give him Brazilian Portuguese lessons;

Hope you like it!

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just-jordie-things · 4 months

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Ino falling in love with the most beautiful girl he ever saw while exorcising curses on a mission and being full on blown away when he sees you pull out some super impressive technique that... looks... oddly familiar...?

He's so mesmerized by you that he doesn't even notice the cursed spirit behind him, dashing at his limbs but quickly being handled by you who jumped in front of him to protect his dumb absent-minded ass.

He starts to blush stupidly and thanks you multiple times. He's both embarrassed about not being any help and impressed by you not actually needing any help anyways.

After all the curses are dealt with you glance at him and he smugly introduces himself, waiting for you to do the same.

When you tell him your name his jaw falls to the floor. Did you really just say your name was Y/N Nanami? Are you related to his mentor Kento Nanami? You surely must be, Nanami isn't a common surname in this area. Or maybe... maybe you're his wife...? But his mentor never even mentioned having a girlfriend, let alone a wife.

Nonetheless, the mere thought of you being in a romantic relationship makes his chest tighten and his heart break. Even if it would be his beloved mentor, he's feeling jealous just thinking of it.

You pull him out of his thoughts when you start to laugh, followed by a comment about how you imagined him to be a lot more badass and not so lost in battle, for lack of a better word.

Now he's confused. He's utterly baffled, entirely flabbergasted, quite literally he's bamboozled. What did you just say? Why would you think this of him when you don't know him? Was he correct that you are in some relationship with his mentor? Whether platonic, familial or romantic, he doesn't know. And if the answer is yes, which quite obviously is the case, does that mean his mentor talks about him when he's not around? He tells people about him?

"But you're also a lot cuter than he described you." — Ma'am, he will have to ask you to stop bamboozling him like this, because this young man will have a stroke quite soon.

The sound of your laugh is easily his new favourite tone, even if it's at his expense since you're obviously laughing about his confused expression. Understanding that this boy us currently stumbling over his own mind and needs some help with the situation you offer him a kind and happy smile.

"I'm Kento's younger sister."

It's the best and the worst thing he ever heard. You're related to his mentor, not in a relationship with him, something he feels immensely hopeful about, but then...

...how will he explain to his mentor that he fell for his sister?

———

Just some silly little Ino stuff my brain came up with at work.

~ Nanami Flowershop Anon

pls i need more of this nom nom nom 😭💀

ino is such a love at first sight guy and i think he’d especially fall head over heels for a strong powerful capable badass woman

((and nanamis sister?? he’s day dreaming abt the wedding already))

to the point where it makes him a lil dumb and pathetic and he’s flopping like a fish out of water when you talk to him

(he probably thinks he’s being smooth but he’s stuttering and staring so hard)

lucky for him your type is handsome simps 🥰🥰

#nanami flowershop anon #ino brainrot #how am i going to get anything done today when this will be on my mind HUH #jordie says stuff

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tasteofdeathao3 · 2 years

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(idk if tumblr ate this ask or not?? pls feel free to ignore it if it makes you uncomfy!!) may I propose: izzy avoiding ed like the plague after he eventually accepts stede as a caregiver bc he doesn’t want ed to see him being vulnerable/weak until he has no other choice. misunderstandings & hurt/comfort ensues

I think Tumblr must've eaten this bc I didn't see it before! very sorry!

but yes! There's already a few regressors on board, and once Stede works out that Izzy is also one of those regressors, he's got his heart set on helping out Izzy.

It takes a while, and a lot of conversations with a very cranky Izzy, but eventually he lets Stede take care of him, learns to let his guard down around him and be vulnerable and weak - Stede tells him not to call it that, because 'feeling little doesn't mean you're weak, Israel, don't be mean to yourself'.

But Ed? He can't possibly see him like this. He can let Stede bathe him and change him and read to him and put him down for naps and swap out his knives for wax crayons and feed him weird yummy mush instead of his usual stale rations, but he just can't let Ed see him act so weak and scared, especially after years of being his ironfisted first mate.

Ed had taken care of him, years ago of course, but they'd just stopped one day and that was enough for Izzy. He's too old for this anyway, he can't be the ship's first mate while also being the captain's little nap-needing mush-eating baby boy. It's embarrassing, most of all, for someone as cool and smart and strong as Blackbeard to have to watch his own first mate play with bubbles in the bath.

Every time he slips around Stede, he's completely relaxed and happy until Ed comes in. The second his captain walks into the cabin he quickly flips his drawings over, pushes his crayons off the table, pulls himself to sit up properly instead of flopping and sliding all over the chair.

Ed, of course, notices every time.

Stede had told him when he first thought Izzy might regress, and he'd confirmed it, that they'd used to do that together all those years ago until Izzy had just stopped one day. Stede keeps him updated, because why wouldn't he tell his husband everything?

He wants to look after Izzy, desperately. Stede had described him as being so young, when he'd only felt like a little kid when he'd regressed around Ed all those years ago, told him in detail how cute he was when he was trying to speak around his knuckles in his mouth or with mashed fruit spread over his face.

But every time he goes near Izzy he just goes rigid, goes right from calm and relaxed to almost petrified, gets up and runs out of the room the second Stede doesn't have a hold on him.

It hurts. a lot.

He can't possibly understand why Izzy would avoid him, because now it's not just when he's small, but also when he's big, and now he doesn't know what he's done for his first mate and best friend to avoid him like the plague.

Stede tells him to just try and talk to him, but Izzy will do almost anything to stay several metres away from Ed at all times, it's completely pointless to even try talking to him at this point.

Ed, of course, is moping around everywhere because he thinks his best friend hates him and now he's bringing the whole ship down with his sad songs and laying face down in random places across the deck, but now Izzy is affected too, unable to regress fully because he's so afraid that Ed will pop out around the next corner and see him playing with Stede's yummy bubble bath or acting out stories with his carved wooden statues, and he just can't have that.

Eventually, after Ed refuses to corner big Izzy and just talk to him and Izzy starts crying every time the door to the cabin opens, Stede takes matters into his own hands.

He tucks Izzy up into his cot in his own room, since recently Izzy's been too on edge to sleep anywhere in the cabin - in the bunk, on the chaise, even in the auxiliary wardrobe - and sends Ed down to go have a chat with him.

He knocks on the door quietly and steps inside, closing and locking the door behind him, like Stede told him to, so that Izzy can't get up and run away again.

Izzy presses up against the wall of his cot, tugging the blankets up to his chin in an attempt to hide himself from Ed.

He sits down on the edge of the cot beside Izzy, wringing his hands, and begins reciting the speech Stede had help him practice.

'I don't understand why you're avoiding me', he says, voice cracking a bit, 'But I want- I want you to know that I'm not angry at you or ashamed or anything. I'm just feeling... sad. because I don't know why you don't want to be around me. I love you so much, Iz, I don't want you to leave me. I'm sorry for what I did, I don't want you to be scared of me. You're my best friend, I don't want to lose you.' By the end of it his eyes are wet, voice wobbly, and he's practically sobbing between words.

Izzy is watching him, both nervous because Ed's with him and he's small, but also because big strong cool Ed is sitting on his bed and his crying because he thinks Izzy doesn't like him anymore.

He reaches out to hold Ed's wrist and squeezes very tight, Ed turning to look at him with red eyes and quivering bottom lip.

'Sorry.' He whispers, his own eyes growing damp now. 'Love you too.' he chokes out, voice catching on a sob as he begins to cry in earnest.

'Oh, Iz,' Ed sighs, turning around to take Izzy up in a big hug.

Izzy eventually explains what he's been worried about, and even with his limited vocabulary, Ed manages to get an understanding of what's going on.

'I'll always love you,' he says, cuddling Izzy close to his chest. 'You'll always be my favourite person, my strong first mate and my smart talented best friend. I don't care, I don't care, I just want you to be happy, let me take care of you. Like we used to.'

Izzy nods, sniffling into Ed's collar bone.

'It'll be better now,' he says, kissing Izzy's hair, 'It'll be so good. Me and Stede both love you. We both need you, we both want to look after you,' he pulls Izzy away from his chest to look him in the eye, 'Will you let us?'

Izzy takes in a deep breath, letting Ed wipe his tears and snot away, and nods.

Stede finds them a good few hours later, unlocking the door with his stolen key and watching the pair sleep, cuddled up in Izzy's cot with Izzy pressed into Ed's chest and Ed wrapped up around him.

#sorry for the delay! not sure what happened with the ask box!#fandom agere #agere #sfw #age regression #izzy hands #ofmd #little izzy hands #ofmd regression #ofmd agere #cg blackbeard #cg stede bonnet #cg edward teach #hurt/comfort #ficlet

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ohmykazuha · 3 years

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scaramouche x harbinger reader mayhaps,,,, mayhaps enemies to lovers (i hope that wasnt too vague KAKDKSKDKS) -taz

a/n: taz taz taz!!! of course, i love writing for scaramouche aaaa. sorry if he's a little ooc hehe, love u!!! thank you for requesting ~ also, slightly-ish suggestive theme? it has kabedon but no sexc things! i'll just tag this as slightly suggestive just in case! theyre sort of pining if thats ok!!! i'll make a part 2 when they actually become lovers! <3 AND PLS DONT LET THIS FLOP LIKE THE ZHONGLI ONE PLEASEEEEEEE

char.: scaramouche x harbringer!reader [gn] (flirty reader XD)

no, i don't hate you... | like/rb if you liked it!

"You fool." He hissed at you.

"Scum." You glared back.

Banters like these were not uncommon in you and Scaramouche's relationship – La Signora and Childe often teasing that the two of you argued like an old, married couple.

"Please. The two of you look more in love than anything. Get a room- Ow! Signora!" Childe yelped, his ear being twisted and violently yanked by the older female, who dragged him out of the room. It was only after they both had left when you noticed how red the tips of your partner's ears were...

"Scaramouche? Are you alright? You look rather feverish... we can't have an unhealthy harbringer out on the battlefield, can we?" You sighed, bringing your hand to his forehead.

Don't combust, don't combust, don't combust, don't combust, don't- stupid bodily functions! Scaramouche thought, as his entire head-to-toe, 5'4 frame turned red from your contact.

"Hm, you don't seem to be having a- oh. Is someone possibly, just a tiny, little bit nervous?" You purred, giggling as you saw his ears turn red with embarrassment again – you backing him against the wall.

"Nope. Go away, you're too close!" He swatted at your hand, slapping it away slightly more gently than he used to.

"Mhm." You drawled, playfully twirling the ends of your hair. He blushed even more (if that was even possible..), pushing you away and huffing like an angry pomeranian.

"You really don't like me? Man, I thought that would work!" You whined, looking at the man in earnest. Of course, you were only teasing him, but you didn't think he would take it so seriously.

"How about now?" He smirked, pushing you against the wall instead. Damn. You didn't see that coming, did ya?

You died. On the inside. Congratulations, there's no more climbing out of the pit of embarrassment!

"Yes, I do like you, (Y/N). Is that good enough for you? Or do you need more... persuasion, perhaps?"

Yeah. It was your turn to combust.

OKAY NO IM NOT TALKING SEXC TIMES I MEANT HE WAS JUST GOING TO KABEDON YOU AGAINST THE WALL AGAIN OR SOMETHING GET YOUR MINDS OUT OF THE GUTTER anyways like/rb if you liked it!!! one rb = kazuha is alive. i am mhy

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aleyuhs · 2 years

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bundle of joy ♡ lee hyunjae

warnings: fluffy fluff, fem reader, domestic au, you and hyunjae have a little baby daughter!

wc: 1.3k!

a/n: husband + dad hyunjae was chewing on my brain... i think this is kind of messy and another instance of "kit types words that don't need to be there!" (as usual pls send me an ask if you find any typos or sentences that bother you!!)

you turn over in bed, hand blindly searching for your phone to check the time. 4:18 AM, you always had a tendency to wake up a few minutes before your baby would start crying. call it a hunch, a mothers instinct; maybe even a miracle. though sometimes this magic sixth sense of yours was wrong, and your little bundle of joy wouldn’t start crying for another 4 hours if you were lucky.

yes, everyone makes mistakes; but even so, you could never lull yourself back asleep until you knew it was fine to close your eyes. you’d usually wait 20 minutes, sometimes even a whole hour before you’d let the drowsiness take over you.

though this time, you didn’t have to worry about anything like that, no staying up, no anxiety regarding your baby being okay- having a bad dream, being hungry, missing mama and papa. her cries had come early this time, and even if it was somewhat bothersome, maybe even a bit of a nuisance. she’s your nuisance, one you adore and love with your whole heart. you never found it in you to even groan when she’d cry at night, because how could you when she’s all you ever wanted?

hyunjae on the other hand, while sharing the same feelings as you, has always treasured his sleep. so you know that when he stirs awake to feel you moving to get out of bed, you can expect a whine, a sigh; strong arms reaching out for you to get you back in bed so he could go get her instead.

“it’s really no problem” you say, softly, voice still having that sleepiness to it.

he scoffs at you disapprovingly, well aware that you’ve been the one getting your one year old from her room everyday this past week, “no, no. angel, let me okay?”

you can only smile fondly at him, easing back into bed and wrapping yourself properly in the covers, a soft “thank you” leaving your lips as he leans over to you, soft kiss pressed to your forehead as he gets out of bed, repeating to you that he’ll get her, and you just need to stay right there.

there’s always been something endearing about hyunjae, specifically in the mornings, and especially when he’s leaving your shared bedroom in a sleepy daze, full-body shiver taking over him as his feet hit the cold floor of your bedroom. poor guy, first woken up by your toddlers cries and then having to adjust to the temperature lurking in your room. denied access to your bodies earlier by the heavy comforter the two of you shared. your bed was special, most beds have some sort of importance to their owners, probably, but yours had pillows and plushies from different places in the world, all of them a sweet memory of the years you’d spent together before settling down. finding a home. starting a family.

and you know you won’t be able to sleep till you know your baby is okay; it’s like clockwork when you sit up, back propped comfortably against the pillows and your hands traveling somewhere on the bed next to you, grabbing a bunny plushie that has clearly seen better days. plush on its body worn out from your incessant hugging throughout the years. you smile fondly at it when it’s head flops over lazily; the stuffing inside it clearly having lost some of its shape.

for some reason it reminds you of when hyunjae had first seen that plushie, sat on your bedside table in your college dorm. it was one of the first times he’d come over, and usually you’d have half the mind to hide something like that, a plushie from your childhood being with you at college something you oftentimes found yourself embarrassed about. and yet, hyunjae had just pointed at it and smiled, one of his real smiles, like the ones he’d do whenever he saw a baby in the grocery store, pointing at the colorful foods and vegetables. just as you were about to explain yourself that time, he’d told you he “also had something like that” and that “the little guys should meet sometime!”

as always, he’d helped you stop freaking out back then, and as you hear him in her room, gently shushing her and telling her that it’s all okay, nothing is going to hurt her, there’s no ghosts inside her night lamp, it’s just the lightbulb needing to be replaced, you feel yourself calm down this time too. your bunny plushie safe from another night of torture, thanks to hyunjae’s softly spoken words.

usually that’s all she needs to calm down too, but it seems that this time what your baby needed to relax was being in her papa’s arms. the sight is certainly one to see when hyunjae comes back into your bedroom, arms wrapped around your daughter, her favorite blanket over one of his shoulders and her favorite teddy bear clutched in her little arms.

even though hyunjae knows you well, ring on your finger a proof of just how much he knows you, he’s still a little surprised to see you awake when he returns. adorably confused expression on his face, though he smiles in return when you tell him that you couldn’t fall asleep. your arms extend outwards to take her from him, and her eyes seem to light up when she realizes who she’s being held by now; a smile that reminds you of hyunjae’s on her face when she looks up at you; her adorable voice sleepily saying “mama” as she nuzzles against you.

you’re cooing at your daughter, heart swelling with love as you let her play with your fingers, much too absorbed in the way her tiny hands are grabbing onto your own, occasionally pulling on the ring hyunjae put on your finger just a year ago with as much sleepy baby strength as she can muster up. it distracts you to the extent where you don’t pick up on what hyunjae is saying, only noticing his words when he’s scooted closer to you, one arm wrapping around your shoulders as he pulls you and your baby close to him.

he can tell by your expression that you need him to say whatever it was again. repeat it for you so you’re sure of what he said, and hyunjae does just that, voice perhaps even softer than it was earlier, like just the sight of the love of his life, holding the love of your lives, fills his whole heart, his whole being, with a love so strong he can’t help but tell you all about it despite his sleepiness.

“you know,” he starts, your baby stopping her ministrations; like even she wants to hear what’s being said. “when we got married last year, i thought that was the happiest i’d ever be,” he yawns, one he’s clearly been holding back this whole time, and once it’s passed he continues, “but right now i’m happier than ever.”

and then he leans closer to the toddler in your arms, smile on her face as his finger boops her little nose, your husband whispering to her about how she’s his little star. a laugh leaving him as she reaches out and grabs his finger instead, eyes slowly closing as if some sweet words from her papa was all she needed to drift back to sleep.

even when hyunjae adjusts to get comfortable so he can fall back asleep, just like her, he doesn’t pull his finger away from her, laying on his side as he pulls you back into the embrace with his free hand. it’s sweet, it’s gentle, it’s loving. those are the thoughts that occupy your mind when you slowly start to drift off as well, arms around your daughter; hyunjae’s arms around you both.

#lee hyunjae fluff #lee jaehyun fluff #the boyz hyunjae fluff #hyunjae scenarios #hyunjae fluff

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football-and-fanfics · 2 years

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Asleep - Trent Alexander-Arnold & Andy Robertson

Who: Trent Alexander-Arnold, Andy Robertson Request: Plzzzz do one with trent and robbo where trent falls asleep with his head on robbos shoulder maybe on the plane or bus or whatever and robbo just lets him? like in a friendshippy way not smutty. Requested by: anonymous Warnings: none Thanks for your request. Hope you'll like it :-)

It had been another easy win for Liverpool today. Both Andy and Trent had excelled once again, each with yet another assist under their belts. "Good game, laddie." Andy said to Trent by way of greeting, when Trent flopped down in the seat next to him on the bus. They were facing a two-hour bus ride back to Liverpool. "Yeah, you, too." Trent flashed a smile. "What was that? Assist 101 and 102 among the both of us?" "I believe so, yes," Andy smirked proudly. Even though it had been an outstanding match for Liverpool, Trent felt exhausted. It was the good kind of tired, but tired nonetheless. Andy could see the tiredness in all of Trent's features, and he wasn't surprised to find Trent snoozing not even five minutes into the bus ride. Andy smiled to himself as he saw his sleeping friend, before continuing to watch a movie on his phone. Some fifteen minutes later, Andy was distracted from his movie when Trent's head slowly lolled onto his shoulder. He expected Trent to jolt awake and mumble an embarrassed apology, but none of it all. Trent slept on soundly without even the slightest disturbance. Andy quietly smiled to himself. He had seen how tired Trent was after the match and gladly granted him this nap. The fuzz of Trent's hair slightly tickled Andy's neck and the exhales of Trent's slow, deep breaths were warm on Andy's shoulder, but he didn't mind. He let Trent sleep, with his head resting on Andy's shoulder, and continued watching the movie on his phone. ----------- "Trentski?" Andy gently nudged Trent. "Wake up, sleepyhead." They were nearing Liverpool's training center, their final destination, but Trent was still sleeping like a baby. Trent stirred, sleepily opening his eyes. It took him a few seconds to realize in what position he had been napping. "Shit." Trent jolted upright, moving away from Andy. "I'm sorry about that. Why didn't you push me off?" "Why should I?" Andy chuckled mockingly. "You slept so sweetly. And I even got a nice selfie of us." Andy showed the selfie he had taken while Trent slept with his head on Andy's shoulder. "Nice," Trent grumbled, "you're never going to let me forget this, right?" "We'll see," Andy smirked, "but, no, honestly, it's alright. I didn't mind." Trent looked a little flustered. "Good to know, but I'm a bit embarrassed by it." "Hey," Andy soothed, "I'm you're friend. You don't ever have to feel embarrassed around me." "Thanks." Trent smiled crookedly. "And I have to admit: it was a good nap." Tags: @glam-khal, @evie-pr, @gryffinwars, @auawdo, @meteora-fc, @de-geas, @stonesyyyy, @katerinahunny, @hbstre, @soccerfanfiction Trent/Robbo tags: @sanchoj7, @footballffbarbiex, @lightsupdoyouknowwhoyouare PL/England tags: @superjackgrealish If you would like to be added to the tags list, too, you can fill out this form and I'll add you to it!

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maiverie · 2 years

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surprise, i lived. LMAO im back to reply to this !

i’m super glad it made you feel happy to hear how much your fic gave me that final push i needed <3 honestly ¿? wattpad is cool and all but it’s definitely more casual. of course, i still get a lot of interaction with my writings but it’s definitely not the same as tumblr. i’d say tumblr is a lot of friendly and people really like to voice themselves more freely and open, which i really enjoy !! hearing what others think about my fics are really important to me as a writer, so i’ve def been enjoying it here ♥︎

ALSO WE RLY ARE OPPOSITES but i vibe with it 🤕 i loveee writing horror and angst since it tends to invoke large reactions, but i’m actually planning on posting up a romcom smau soon centering around jake & heesung !! so i’m hoping that goes well because if it flops that’ll be embarrassing 🧎

aside from that, please feel free to shoot me a message whenever because i would literally love to have you as a friend !! u seem so sweet and ur energy is super positive :) i have a discord as well if it makes it easier chatting there <3 btw my name is fraser but you can 100% use any nickname too ! xo

FRASER!!! I LOVE UR NAME AAAA

omg i can totally see that happening??? i've always wanted to check out wattpad but it seems so... OVERWHELMING? but omg welcome to tumblr <33 i really like it here too! i love how the engene community is particularly super nice and friendly? everyone i've met thus far has been so so so nice ;-; interaction is super duper important but i totally agree that tumblr feels a lot more casual and open — plus i love how the reblogging and tags functions work 😩 SO. FUCKING. GOOD.

YESSSSSSSS when you mentioned "we write opposite genres" i was like oh yeah sure maybe they just write angst AND THEN I GO INTO UR BLOG AND IT'S LITERALLY HORROR AND ANGST AND MAYBE EVEN SOME GORE??? STOP. THAT IS SO FREAKING COOL. and omg bff wtf are we the same people bc while i've always been more of a ’written’ series writer, i rlly rlly want to try write an smau! but tbh.... im not funny enough for that wtf 💀 but if u happen to find out what apps people with ios use, pls let me know 💔 AND HELL NO IT WILL NOT FLOP I WILL NOT ALLOW THAT TO HAPPENNNNN i literally love reading smaus so much these days so im so freaking excited for urs!! PLEASE TAG ME IN IT WHEN U RELEASE ITTTTT i have a reading blog that i'll be sure to leave lots of feedback/comments on :>> i'm a talkative reader so i tend to assault authors’ notifs by writing really lengthy thoughts hahaha ;-;

of course!!! don't ever hesitate in reaching out too <33 im so honoured u chose to leave a message so thank u sm for taking the initiative ! so glad we met :> and YESSS PLEASE DM ME UR DISC HEHE I'LL ADD U!!!

#ask #💌.fray <33

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jxwritesss · 5 years

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I’m currently writing this on wattpad as well! @jxwritess

This is a Noen Eubanks fan fiction, I’m trying to spread my book around, pls share and help, it means a lot xx, my main platform is wattpad please read it on there if you find this and enjoy it!

New York. The only place in the entire world, where robots were being developed. Robots, that looked exactly like humans, and there being only one distinctive difference, a tattoo. One that said RA-H.

An RA-H. Robotic animated humans. These androids are helping the world as much as it is destroying it. They force people out of jobs, but in doing so create even better things then humans. Thousands of different political views, millions of haters and lovers. And then there's me.

Malia Blanche, 17, I lost my father, and I was the spitting image of my late mother. I only recently moved to LA, where my life was bombarded with these new androids, I get the concept of them, although I don't truly understand it.

Well, on with the story shall we?

-Chapter One.

Sunday, the day before I start college. A new life, a new story and a new beginning. I can finally pursue my dream of being a writer, just like my mother.

My mother attended John Brown college academy , her department was romance, mine, mystery, ever since I was a child I thrive for solving mysteries, actions, you know in the movies where there's a fight scene, and it goes slow motion and they throw the punch of victory, thats what ignites my fire, the thrive for doing good, but in a dangerous way, I could always figure out who was lying in a movie, or who the murderer was. Maybe I should be a detective, but my flow comes with writing.

Although I was attending my new school in a day, I lazily decided to stay in bed until half 10, I needed to be at Realsons&Co for 11:15, to get my uniform fitted. John Brown is a very pretentious academy, and I'd worked three jobs, and poured my heart and soul into getting here. Only the best attend the Academy. I don't necessarily fit into the 'my daddy got me in here' well, obviously. I quickly slipped on my jeans and jumper, and slid into my most prised possession. Although it had been pre-owned. The Audi was my mother's, she put her heart and soul into the car, and I will respect her decision and keep the car.

I take out my GPS although I already know where my fitting shop is, as I pass it a few times on the way to my grandma's.

Carefully parking in the visitor section I leave my car, and walk up the steps, and enter the shop, the bell above my head dings and an elderly woman pops her head up and immediately smiles at me.

"Are you Malia?" The woman asks putting her newspaper down and picking up a signing book.

"Yeah, I'm not too early am I?"

"Of course not, dear. I'm Molly, my grandson Will, he's in the back, he will measure you up if you need anything readjusting or if you can't find anything your size. John Brown, Deanford and Attenwood are in the back left." She says pointing in the direction.

I thank her, and mentally thank that the place is practically empty. I don't like small talk, thanks social anxiety.

Walking through the back I spot John Brown uniform. A black blazer with red linings, a short black skirt and a white blouse and a dark red tie. Not too childish but not suitable enough for adults.

At the corner of my eye I see a tall boy sat on his phone, his eyes flicker up for a second at me, then back down to his phone.

I continue my search to look for the right size for my uniform when I feel a pair of eyes on me, it makes me feel uncomfortable and I start to guess that the pair of eyes is Molly's grandson Will, I mentally scold myself for being so awkward and pretending not to know that he's watching, when I hear his chair scrape my heart decides to do an athlete course and I pray he can't hear it from where he's standing.

I can tell he's now behind me, as I face my social fears I turn around and slam right into his chest, and in result dropping all my stuff, Will snorts, before helping me by picking up some of the clothes that dropped.

"Thanks," I say, grabbing the clothes from his hand and attempting to walk past him, but his arms stop me.

"Was that sarcastic or not?" He asked smiling. I take a second to take in his looks, he doesn't look as bad as I thought he would, but he doesn't act like a arrogant guy either.

"I'll let you figure that one out," I smile politely back, "I'm Will." He says moving his arm in a posh manner to let me through.

"I know, Molly told me," I answer, "I guess you know who I am?" "Yep, how could I ignore a pretty girl like you?" I mentally roll my eyes at the typical boy. "Mhm, well I need to get changed so excuse me" I say speed walking away from him, boys that make comments like that make me feel extremely uncomfortable.

As I turn the corner to the fitting rooms, I hear Will's voice once again, "I'm gay by the way," he says laughing, I stop in my tracks, suddenly feeling a bit stupid.

——

Checking that I haven't left any clothes behind, I pile them onto the counter, where Will is now standing, he starts to put all my clothes in an expensive looking plastic bag, he looks up at me, "Sorry about earlier, I was just messing about." "No, it's okay, I felt a bit silly when you said you were gay."

He shakes his head and laughs, "most people do, well the ones that aren't stuck up with money up their ass usually do." "Well I'm only here on a scholarship, so I'm not one of them people," I say handing him over the small fee I have to pay, as the scholarship covers most of it. "Surprisingly so am I, I got accepted for Athletics at John Brown," I never really though I would but I guess I should thank the Lord, my parents can't wait to get rid of me anyways, being gay has a price to pay, apparently."

"Well, they obviously don't see the good person that you are." I smile at him, although I wish he hadn't of brought it up, I'm not necessarily the best at giving advice.

The bell rings, and a tall, slim girl walks through.

"Tanner" she says walking through right into the back without a second glance.

"I understand what you mean by stuck up," I whisper, Will chuckles and passes me my bag, the girl walks back and stands behind me, not even two seconds later she starts tapping her foot and complaining.

"Since when do we serve nobodies, Will? That's right we don't. Now move, thanks." She says pushing right past me and throwing her uniform on the counter. Luckily it wasn't a John Brown one, otherwise I might've just about died.

I quietly wave at Will and walk out, seeing a shining white Porsche outside. Seriously where do you even get one that looks so shiny from?

I put the bag in the passenger seat, still feeling annoyed about the girl, as I reach my small flat, I lock my Audi, and read a movie poster about a girl going missing with her extremely ill dad. Making a mental note to watch the movie later, I walk up my stairs and unlock my door, I make myself a cup of tea and order some pizza, as I walk into my room, I open up my laptop, and have three new emails, one spam, but two from publishers. My heart does leaps as I open the first one.

'Telford Publishing'

- Hello Malia, we are proud to hear that you are following in your beloved mothers steps. I have read your book sample, but I would like to offer you a potential job, and a tour around the new T Pub&Co. I know how much it would mean to your mother if you accept my offer.

Many thanks, Gary.

A potential job?? Could this be my genuine big break? Hearing a knock at the door, I run over, wanting to start up a reply as soon as possible. Grabbing my purse I open my door to an RA-H

"Malia Blanche?"

"Yes, here's my ID." The robots light turns red as it examines my ID. Doing a robotical smile it's arm stretches out, grabbing the pizza I express a thank you and run back to my desk.

'T Pub&Co.'

Thank you for my sample! I will gladly accept your offer, please email with more detail about the tour and I'll get back to you as soon as possible. My mum would be so happy.

Sincerely, Malia.

As I send the email I let out a squeak of happiness with pizza in my mouth. Clicking onto my word pad, I let myself fall into the world of fiction, and let time slip through my hands.

——

And that's how it is now 3.36am on a Monday trying to start a new story, anything to take my mind off the upcoming day, and the extremely embarrassing 'Tanner' fiasco.

I push my chair back from my old, ridden desk, and flop onto my bed, snuggling into my bedsheets, this has been going on for a week, for some reason I have no flow, the biggest writers block, I have stories everywhere across my room, started, just the plot, a thesis, a blurb. But recently I haven't found anything to give me that push. I turn and toss in an unsucsessive attempt to sleep, and as I check my phone it is only 4 am.

Great, no sleep for the wicked.

——

Groggily, I turn over in my bed and look over to my clock, 6.07am. Throwing my bed covers over, I lazily get up and put on the uniform that luckily fits perfectly. Thinking about my email yesterday, there is nothing more that I want in the world then my writing to become known. Realising that I spend too much time daydreaming, and badly making pancakes, i'm late and have no time to see if I have a reply. Already. Typical Me.

Rushing out of my door, checking the contents of my bag to make sure that I have everything that I need I speed walk right into someone walking up my door, crashing everything they were holding onto the floor.

"God I'm sorry, I didn't mean too, wasnt looking where I was going." I look up and realise that, I wasn't even speaking to a human, but none other then an Android. It simply says, "No worries miss," and continues with its day. Those androids are the ones that Robert Morett himself created, word is that his son is attending John Brown. Although i'm here with a writing scholarship, I doubt he'd need any type of acceptance letter. He could just ask, he is one of the most richest people in America.

Pulling my keys out of my bag I speed walk towards my car, carefully throwing my bag in, and starting the Audi, before starting my drive I pull out my phone to the Maps app, although I used to drive past John Brown to get to school I still want to be prepared.

—

Pulling up at the academy, I notice a few eyes staring at the jet black Audi with the tinted windows, they're probably expected a drop dead gorgeous girl, or the sexiest guy

to walk out, but in all honesty I'm neither.

Turning off my car and stepping out the eyes are suddenly averted to another jet black car, most likely a gorgeous boy or girl in it.

My mind wavered at wondering whether I should stay and stare at the person in black, or be late to my lecture.

Achieving my dream comes first.

I promised my mother that I'd focus on my work, and not get distracted. I intend on keeping that promise.

#noeneubanks #lilhuddy #tiktok #eboy edit #wattpad #luvanthony

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