#hi good morning. isnt this such a relief /s

[fagofgod]

one step forward two steps back or however it goes

#singapore #hi good morning. isnt this such a relief /s #oh um also #tw homophobia #for the obvious reasons #sg pol

[shotokimchi]

Coffee & Printer

 Pairing: Shoto Todoroki x Reader x Touya Todoroki (Dabi)

Modern Office Au!

Summary: You are the secretary of Touya and Shoto Todoroki. The heads of the Todoroki Company.

Note: All characters are aged up!

Warnings: Threesome, anal sex, vaginal sex, blowjob, dirty talking and some filthy stuff, pure little shoto and nasty dabi p-p

*knock knock knock* After waiting for a response for fifteen seconds “Come in.” You took a deep breath and opened the door of the big elite room. There were two giant desks for the heads of the company, the older one was Touya Todoroki. He was charismatic, charming a huge flirt but also really hard working and strict. The other one was Shoto Todoroki; calm, a little cold but smart and also kind. Touya lifted his head with your arrival and nodded to you. “Sir, here’s the schedule of the meetings we’re gonna attend today.” He eyed the list and a small smile of approval appeared on his lips “Good.” You bowed and just when you were about the leave... “L/n.” You turned towards the younger sibling and walked towards his desk “Yes, Mr.Todoroki?” He handed you some documents “I want a copy of those documents and can you bring me some coffee?” You gave a small smile and bowed “Of course, sir.”

You were working with the Todoroki Company for four years. That’s why you were the secretary of the Todoroki siblings. You were a hardworker and strict towards the unexperienced employees but you always smiled and tried to be kind. You were the only one who could deal with the stupid shenanigans of the Todoroki siblings, you weren’t just an ordinary secretary, they valued your opinions and listened to you.

“Good morning L/n-san!” An employee greeted you as you made your way towards the printing room. “Good morning, can you prepare a cup of cafe latte for Mr.Shoto then send it to his room?” The employee nodded and left, after printing the documents you made your way towards your personal room. Just when you were about to sit on your chair, your phone rang, it was Shoto. You knew why he was calling so after mentally rolling your eyes, you answered. “Yes, Mr.Todoroki?” after a second of silence you heard his soft voice “L/n, i asked you to bring me a cup of coffee?” you pinched the bridge of your nose “I told them to bring it to your office, are they late?” you knew where this conversation was going... “No, but i wanted you to bring me one, It doesnt taste the same.” There it was, the pouty tone of the Ceo, sometimes he really acted like a child. “Mr.Todoroki, i cant always bring you your coffee, i need some work to do.” He sighed and a smirk appeared on your lips “Then bring me the documents that i told you to copy.” You grabbed the documents and aswered “Of cour-” But he cut you off “And bring me a cafe latte on the way.” Then he hung up.

You squeezed the cup in your hand, sometimes the Todoroki’s acted like kids and you felt like their bigger sister but you tried to keep your cool, you didnt wanted to be unprofessional. “knock knock knock!!!” this time, your knock were stronger and annoyed. “Come in.” After hearing Shoto’s voice, you barged in. Touya gave you a confused and curious look but you paid no mind “Here’s your coffee sir.” Because of your harsh behaviour, Shoto gave you an astonished look and took the cup “Thank you, L/n.” You heard someone chuckle and your eyes met with turquoise ones “Did you just called her for a cup of coffee Shoto?” The younger simbling sent a small glare towards his brother and sipped his drink. “By the way, L/n.” Touya’s voice caught your attention “Lets go, we need a meeting to arrenge.” You nodded and left the room with Touya.

“Please wait, Mr.Touya.” Before he could open the door you stopped him and he gave you a questioning look. “What is it?” Your hands found his necktie and fixed it “There.” He eyed you for a moment, then started to laugh. Your cheeks started to heat up and you frowned “What?” He ran his fingers through his black locks and shook his head “You really act like a baby sitter sometimes. If you pamper me too much, i’ll have a hard time finding the perfect bride, my expectations are keep getting higher y’know?” Your eyes widened “What does that mean, Mr.Touya?” He smirked and shook his head “Nevermind, lets go.”

The meeting went smoothly and after dealing with the brothers, you finally managed to sit on your chair and do some paperwork, after working for three hours, your phone rang... again but this time it was Touya. “L/n, where did you put my glasses again? I cant find them.” You sighed and answered “Mr.Touya, they were on your desk. Are you sure that they’re not on your head right now?” After a minute of silence he chuckled “I guess you were right.” You hung up on his face and continued your work. There were some documents that needed to be printed so you made you way towards the printer room. Luckily, it was empty so it was going to be fast and easy. While waiting for the paper, the door opened and Shoto appeared, you bowed “If you needed the printer, you should’ve just called me sir.” He didnt answered and locked the door, you raised a brow “Sir?” He started to walk towards you and your heart started to beat faster, when you felt his hot breath on your face, you panicked “S-sir?” He started to lean towards you “I couldnt find you in your room so i asked the other employees.” Then he put some distance between you. Did you get it wrong or was it on purpose? “Come to our office when you’re done, my brother and i need to discuss something with you.” You nodded and when he disappeared from your vision, you gave a sigh of relief, what was happening to you?

You didnt know why you were feeling nervous, just when you were about to knock on the door a weird feeling surrounded you but you didnt know why. Shaking your head you knocked on the door and after hearing their voices of approval, you slowly twisted the knock. “Ah, there you are~” Touya was standing in front of his desk with some papers in his hands “What do you need help with?” After hearing your confused tone, Touya chuckled and shared a look with Shoto, he was always quiet but this time it was different Shoto looked unsure and...nervous? Touya started to walk towards the door, you watched his movements with a confused look but in an instant, a pair of strong arms wrapped around your waist and you gasped. “Dont just look at my brother...” Shoto’s hot breath made your cheeks burn. “S-sir! What are you doing?!” Touya chuckled and locked the door. “I have been waiting for this moment for so long, dont just keep her all to yourself little bro.” Your breath hitched in your throat, what the fuck was happening? Just when you were about to open your mouth, Shoto sucked on your neck and a sweet moan escaped your lips. “Si-Shoto, please stop!” Then Shoto raised his head and your teary eyes met with his mismatched ones, a small tinge of pink was visible on his cheeks, what he did was so dirty yet, he looked so innocent and it felt so good. His eyes were clouded with lust and care... Then Touya’s fingers tilted your chin and his lips found yours a small mewl escaped from your lips and he forced his tounge into your mouth. It was soft and hot, you never felt something like this before. Shoto’s hands found your blouse and started unbuttoning it, then he yanked it off and you felt so bare. “Let me tell you what we’re doing.” Touya’s voice sent shivers down your spine “Our old man wants us to get married soon, but we’re not doing that since we both took a liking to someone~” Shoto nuzzled his face on your shoulder and cupped your clothed breasts, your hands grabbed his wrists and he kissed your cheek “I dont wanna get m-married Y/n... I love you.” Your lip quivered and your fingers found his hair, he sounded so desperate. “Say baby girl, you know us more than anyone else, how can we marry someone else?” He started to leave hickeys on the other side of your neck “T-touya...” You tried to call out to him but it was more like a whisper. Both of them started to drown your neck in red and blue bruises and your hands massaged their scalps. With a swift move, Touya took of your bra and threw it somewhere across the room. “Look lil bro, she’s beautiful isnt she?” Shoto nodded and squeezed your nipples “S-shoto~” Shoto started to twist and tug at them while Touya got on his knees and ripped your tight black skirt. He grabbed one of your legs and threw it on his shoulder “Your skin is so soft baby girl~” His teeth grazed your thigh and you jumped. It was all too much, Shoto’s chest pressed against your back, his hands on your tits, and Touya’s hands roaming over your clothed core and thigs, it was too much... “Please...” You mewled and they both stopped their movements. “Say it again, love...” Shoto’s soft voice melted your heart and Touya gave your tighs a squeeze “Beg us to fuck you silly.” Then he took of your panties and toyed with the little ribbon on the front. “Open your mouth, you slut.” You obeyed and he stuffed them in your mouth, Shoto’s eyes widened and his member poked you from behind “Look at her lil bro, she looks like a mess. You like your panties in your mouth, yeah?” You whined and he smacked your thigh, Shoto’s eyes were watching you with awe. “Watch and learn lil bro. Now, on your knees, slut.” The ach between your legs were unbearable so you immediately obeyed and sat on the floor “Look at her face Shoto. Isn’t it erotic?” Shoto audibly gulped and nodded. Touya unbuckled his pants and your eyes popped out of their sockets, he was huge. “You like what you see, baby?” You averted your eyes and he grabbed your chin “Now let me tell you what you’re gonna do, youre gonna suck my cock and Shoto’s gonna watch.” His tone was demanding, it was hard to resist, you nodded and he grabbed your hair. “That’s not fair Touya.” Touya laughed at his brother’s frustrated tone “Patience, lil bro.” Your touge circled his tip and he growled, you continued your movements and he showed his lenght in your mouth, you gagged and he hissed “Dont tease me slut, now suck.” You bobbed your head with a steady pace and Touya’s hips joined you. Then your eyes met with Shoto’s. He was stroking his length with a blush on his face, you moaned around Touya’s cock and he looked towards his brother. “Stroke his cock, baby girl.” Your eyes met with Shoto’s and he moaned at the sight, you were stunning. Drool was dripping from your chin and your cheeks were red. When he felt your warm hand around his lenght he let out a delicious moan and you couldnt help but whimper, you tightened your hold on Shoto’s cock and gave him the attention he deserved. “Thats enough baby, now suck his cock.” You turned your head towards Shoto’s lenght and he pushed it towards your face “Please Y/n, please please please...” You smiled and kissed the tip, he moaned and covered his face with his hand. Touya chuckled “Look what you’ve done to the Ceo of the Todoroki company, he is begging for your mouth. Now be a good girl and please us.” You nodded and wrapped your lips around Shoto, while stroking Touya. The room filled with moans, hisses and growls. Shoto was more vocal and that turned you on, Touya was all about growling and hissing and it was so sexy, they had their own charms and it amazed you. Shoto’s hips started to shake and his moans started to get louder “Y-y/n, fuck!” Then without a warning, he came inside of your mouth and being the good girl you are. You swallowed it all and opened your mouth, waiting for praise. Touya hissed “S-shit, thats hot.” his pace quickened and he came on your breasts. Shoto stroked your cheek and gave you a warm smile “Now its our turn to please you, love.” 

Now you were sitting on Touya’s lap on the leather couch, legs wide open and a necktine around your wrists, his chest was pressed against your back and he was abusing your nipples while Shoto prepared some lube. “You ready, love?” Shoto asked and you gave an unsure nod. Touya’s long fingers started to tease your puckering asshole and it hurted, you whimpered and he shushed you with sloppy wet kisses meanwhile Shoto stroked your clit with slow teasing circles. “Not gonna lie, its gonna hurt but im gonna make it feel good baby.” You were scared but you trusted Touya so you nodded. He pressed his tip to your entrance and slowly pushed “T-touya!” You screamed and Shoto peppered your face with small kisses “It’s okay.” When he succesfully bottomed out, Shoto rubbed your wet heat with his longs lenght, you moaned at the sensation and grinde your hips. “S-sho.. Please.” After pecking your lips, Shoto filled your greedy hole with his lenght, you were so full and it was overwhelming but at the same time, it was good. “Mnh, please~” You were deperate for some friction, Touya grabbed your ass cheeks and started to thrust his hips “Thats it baby.” He moaned and Shoto joined his brother with a gentle pace, his cold fingers continued their assault on your clit and it was too much “Sh-shoto, faster!” Shoto smirked and increased his pace, it felt like heaven. “More, more, more!” You were screaming, tears were falling from your glossy eyes and your lips were puffy and red. Touya laughed and smacked your ass “Greedy,slut!” Both men were so fast, it was too much. Shoto’s hand were gripping your thighs for dear life while Touya’s hands were smacking the shit out of your cheeks. “Fuck! I can feel you lil bro.” The three of you were dripping with sweat but it didnt matter. “Please fill me up!” You screamed and tried to move your wrists but they were tied. Shoto’s hips were moving with an unhumanly speed and Touya wasnt any different. Your walls were spasming around them, your insides were melting. “S-shit, im cumming!” Touya warned and his hips stuttered, Shoto’s hips were still moving with a face pace then all of a sudden white clouded your vision and your walls squeezed the life out of their cocks Touya loudly cursed and Shoto’s warm liquid painted your insides. They managed to pull out and Touya untied the necktie, a dull ache surrounded your body and you sighed. Shoto grabbed some tissued and cleaned you. Then Touya wrapped his coat around your shoulders and smiled, it was a rare sight but he was beautiful. Your cheeks started to burn after the realisation and Touya chuckled “Hey you cant be embarrased after the things we’ve done.” Shoto rolled his eyes and wrapped an arm around your shoulders “Are you feeling okay, Y/n?” You smiled and nodded “Yes, thank you Shoto.” Then you gave them a confused look “So, what now?” Touya raised a brow “What do you mean, what? You belong to us now.” And he smirked, your heart started to beat faster and Shoto smiled “We love you, Y/n.” You smiled and looked at the beautiful men, you were so lucky to have them. All these years, you worked with them, ate with them and helped them. You knew them better than anyone else, you loved them. “Shoto, Touya... I love you too.” And this was the start of your relationship with the Todoroki siblings...

Note: If you liked it please reblog the fic! This is my 2nd time writing a smut fic so im really sorry if its bad! <3 ^^ 

#dabi x reader #todoroki xreader #touya todoroki #shoto todoroki #bnha fic #bnha fanfiction #dabi x y/n #mha todoroki #mha x reader #todoroki shouto #shoto x reader #bnha smut #smut bnha #smut #todoroki x y/n #bnha shoto todoroki #dabi my hero academia #dabi headcanons #dabi #shoto torodoki #shoto #mha fics #mha smut #mha

[cherri-cherri]

× Polaroid ×

------------ × ------------

Pairings - Megumi Fushiguro x Reader

Warnings - Character Death, Slight Blood

A/N - Soo, I had no idea how to end this properly, like at all buut I hope you all enjoy regardless. I think I am going to start taking requests soon, I'll make a post on it later. Anyways, I hope you all enjoy!

------------×------------

"Open your eyes! Please, Y/N—" blood stained his pale hands as he held you there in his arms. He should've stopped you from crossing the road, he should've grabbed you or shoved you out of the way before that truck could even touch you..staring down at your broken body, tears threatened to spill from his eyes and Megumi continued to try to wake you up.

"Somebody, anybody—! Please, Call an ambulance! Call someone, plea—!!" He screamed out only to stop when feeling a weak tug on his shirt. Looking down at you once more, Megumi gritted his teeth as he held you close. "Hang in there, Y/N, just hang on just a little bit longer for me..."

"F-fushi..guro....it hurts..it hurt..s" your voice barely came out in a whisper, blood tricked down your bloody forehead and down your cheek as you stared up at the boy but your vision was growing darker and darker.. "Shh, don't talk. It's gonna be ok, you're going to be ok..."

"G-gumi, i... I...lov..i loved.."

"No! No.. no..dont tell me, tell me later when you're in the hospital recovering, not here" Megumi looked around frantically, hearing the blaring sound of an ambulance getting closer and closer, relief almost washing over him as small smile spread across his lips. "S-see, they're almost here, Y/—" he said, stopping once when his eyes dropped back down to you. The light that had once shine in your eyes were now dull as the rapid up and down movement of your chest had came to a halt. Gently nudging you, he whispered your name in hopes you would answer him, in hopes that you would say something. When nothing but silence returned, his nudges became harder in desperation. "Hey, wake up! This isn't funny, Y/N, Wake the hell up!! Y/N? Y/N?!!!"

No, no, he couldn't lose you, He couldn't lose you too. Soon enough, Megumi felt hands pull him away from your cold body as he continued screaming out to you but they only fell on deaf ears. Paramedics quickly moved to you as he was taken away, a grim expression on their faces as they already knew the diagnostic report.

"Dead on arrival, 6:30 PM...Blood loss from lower abdomen and—"

"She isn't dead! She's not dead, you idiots!" "Alright, son, let's get you out of here.." one of the officers said, taking Megumi away as he tried to pull away to get back to you. Seeing the boy who was with you slowly fading away in the crowd, one of the paramedics took a look around seeing next to your corpse was a polaroid camera with a broken lens faced on its side. Sighing to himself, he stood up and motioned for his partner to begin the cleaning up of the accident, unaware of the camera's shutter going off.

Opening his eyes right away and sitting up, Megumi looked around to see he was no longer on the streets of the shopping district. He was no longer being taking away by cops, he was no longer..by your side. Dragging a hand to his face and laying back down, a sigh escaped his lips as he realised it was just a dream. Why couldn't it have been one of better days with you, why did it have to be that day specifically.

Your death was labeled as an accident after he explained what had happened to the police. The two of you were just coming back from the local shopping district after getting a few supplies for an upcoming school project you both had to complete when you had ran to the road after a paper flew out of the your hand. Of course, they found it strange when he told them that until he cleared up that it wasnt just a piece of paper...it was a photograph of the two of you from earlier that day. A photograph she had taken with her camera where he willingly smiled...

The stupid reason for your death was a photograph of him and he hated it. Megumi blamed himself for not stopping you from crossing the road and now because of him, that smile he came to love was gone. The days after your death were harder still over the fact that..

Click~!

Your presence still lingered. Hearing the shutter of a camera, the ravenette dragged a hand across his face before turning to his side where his nightstand was. There beside the lamp was a polaroid camera with a broken lens facing him, already printing a fresh photograph on the wooden table. You were always obsessed with that thing, taking photos of places and objects that caught your eye with him being one of the most favorite things you liked to photograph. 'You'd look so much better if you smiled, Gumi..' he hated that nickname you gave him and yet...he wouldn't mind hearing it again. He wouldn't mind hearing how excited you were over a certain photo you had taken that day..

'Check it out, Megumi! Caught a good one!'

'do you think Tsumaki-chan would mind if I take a photo?'

'Megumi, you're such a stick in the mud, can't you ever smile..?'

'Hey, Megumi..?'

'G-gumi...I..I loved...I love...you—'

Reaching over and gently taking the photograph, Megumi stared down at it as the guilt resurfaced yet again. He was so angry at you that day..he remembered it clearly..around that time was when Tsumaki was cursed but for all you knew, she was just sick. You tried your hardest to cheer him up, to let him know that you were there for him and yet...he took out his anger and frustration on you. What was worse were those words, the last words he said to you before your life was cut short..

'I'm only trying to help, I know that things are a bit rough right now but–'

'But nothing! This isnt something a picture perfect scenario you can fix with your stupid camera! I don't need your help and I don't need you, I was doing fine by myself and honestly I'd rather go back to being that way so buzz off!' He remembered shoving you away, the photo in your hand flying out of your grasp and unconsciously, you reached out to grab it...one moment he was staring down at you angrily and the next, covered in your blood and begging for you to stay.

He shouldn't have gotten mad but he knew you weren't upset with him. How...? Because when you died, you died in his arms smiling. Smiling with those dull eyes staring into his soul. Smiling just like now in the photograph in his hand..

As he laid on his side in the photo, there you were laying beside him with your arms around his waist and you were just smiling down at him with those dull E/C eyes. Megumi frowned, running a finger over the photo

"Yeah..good morning to you too..Y/N"

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk angst #jjk megumi #megumi fushiguro #megumi x reader #jjk

[headoverjojo]

hhhhhnnggg how about vet au with jotaro where joot's goldfish he's had since a teen is isnt eating properly/looks pale/sick and he goes to the local vet (reader) romance ensues aaaaaaaaaa tnx hun

Hi there, darling! Ahhhhh what a lovely request :,) Of course sure thing! I hope you’ll like it :3 and the extremely indulgent trivias about Jotaro’s godlfish(es) nvjvnsnvs

Veterinary AU: Jotaro Kujo brings his sick goldfish to vet

(Under the cut for length!)

Jotaro Kujo, renowned marine biologist, felt really uncomfortable sitting on a little chair in the nearest veterinary office, with a small glass bowl in his hands. Inside the bowl, there was one of his precious goldfishes, named Noriaki. Its scales were the same red as Kakyoin’s hair… at least, they usually were. They had been paler for a few days, by now, and it wasn’t eating properly, unlike its friends, Iggy and Avdol. Jotaro had even tried to change its food, but nothing changed. Noriaki looked weaker and weaker, and he was really starting to feel he was going to lose it. Yes, it was a goldfish, but… Noriaki and the others were so important to him. They had been with him for years, since he had come back from Egypt, and losing even just one of them seemed unbearable. He wanted to do everything he could to help them to live as much as they could.

Who knew about his fishes had asked him why he couldn’t treat them himself, and he had to patiently explain that he was a biologist, not a vet. He wanted an expert to take care of his goldfish, if this was possible. And so here he was, in Dr. Y/S’s office, waiting for his turn, fearing to lose his little goldfish. What a nice morning.

“Mr. Kujo? Please, come in.” Jotaro got up, holding the glass bowl, and entered the studio. The doctor looked at him, and then at the little fish that was lazily swimming in the clear water. Jotaro was ready to hear some snarky comment about the “emergency”, but the young veterinary doctor didn't say something like that.

“Oh dear, poor little goldfish… what happened to you, uh? Let’s check it out, ok? I’ll make you feel better, I promise.” they said, almost cooing, taking the bowl from Jotaro’s hand and gently putting it on the table. Jotaro was amazed by their words. They were the first person who hadn’t mocked him for his weird attachment to a goldfish…

“What’s its name?” they asked, while checking the little fish. Jotaro focused again on his surroundings, blinking.

“Noriaki.” he said, low. They nodded, quietly, without tearing their eyes from their little patient.

“That’s a cute name… tell me, has Noriaki tried to brush itself on the walls of the bowl, during the past days?” Jotaro blinked, surprised. Yes, Noriaki had acted exactly like that…

“Yes… he did it for a day, more or less. Then, he stopped to eat almost completely. It’s like that since yesterday.” he explained, while they were nodding, pondering. They looked up at him, with a little frown.

“It’s a bacterial infection. Pretty common in goldfishes, but it’s not something to underestimate. I’ll prescribe some meds, and, at home, you’ll have to give them to Noriaki every morning and evening. You also have to lower the water temperature and to adjust the water PH to 7.5. Oh, of course, if you have other goldfishes, keep them separated from Noriaki, and check them to see if they got the infection too. If you follow these instructions, Noriaki will be fine in a few days, I promise.” they said, smiling, picking a paper and writing down their instructions. Then, they picked a small med tube, handing it to Jotaro.

“The instructions and the med. You seem to care really a lot about Noriaki, so… I know it’ll be in good hands. Oh, and I’d also like to know how it feels, so please, come whenever you want to tell me how it’s going, ok? Have a good day!” Jotaro nodded, mumbling his goodbye, and then exited the doctor’s office, feeling way more relieved than just a few minutes before. Noriaki was going to feel good… and it was all thanks to that doctor.

He had never met someone like them. Even the vets at the aquarium where he worked at weren’t so… zealous and openly caring. It was their job, yes, but sometimes they tried to slack off; this vet, however, didn’t seem the type of person who would have done it. Jotaro already liked them: they surely were a force of nature.

Well… he had one more chance to talk to them, in just a few days. He felt… happy, about it. He was sure it would have been fun. And, maybe, it wouldn’t have been their last talk. - Jotaro followed strictly Y/N’s instructions and, almost miraculously, Noriaki rapidly got healthy again. Its scales went back to a vibrant red, and it started to eat again, as nothing had happened. Every time Jotaro saw Noriaki swimming happily in its quarantine bowl, he couldn’t help but to smile, remembering how sweetly the vet had taken care of it, that day. If Noriaki was now safe and healthy, it was thanks to them.

As promised, he came back to their office to update them on Noriaki’s health. He arrived right when they were ending their daily shift; when they saw him, they smiled, welcoming him.

“Ah, Mr. Kujo! How’s Noriaki? Is it fine?” Jotaro hinted a smile, pleasantly surprised. They remembered him and Noriaki… he was almost sure that, with so many patients and owners, they would have forgotten about him in a day, but it didn’t happen. He felt… happy, about it.

“Noriaki’s fine. It has completely recovered, thanks to your advice and meds.” he answered, calmly. They sighed in relief, as another smile made its way on their face. Jotaro found himself charmed by their smile. It was so bright…

“Oh, thank goodness! I’m very happy to hear it.” Jotaro nodded at their words, resisting the urge to hide his face in his hat, as he always did when he was starting to feel overwhelmed. Usually, however, it was an unpleasant feeling: maybe it was too noisy, or he was feeling uncomfortable due to something else… but this time, he was feeling something good in his chest. It was overwhelming, but it was so warm and comforting…

“Hm… would you like to see it? I keep it in my office, at the aquarium.” he suggested, in an unusual openness. He just…  wanted to share more time with them, and he had the feeling that they would have loved the aquarium. And, with relief, he was right: their eyes shone at their words.

“You work at the aquarium? It’s incredible! Yes, I’d like to see Noriaki, thank you!” they accepted, finally closing their studio and trotting near him. Jotaro smiled a little again, leading the way, trying to calm his nerves down. It was nothing, he was being nice to a talented vet and, maybe… maybe making a friend. A real one, like the ones he had lost.

“You’re welcome… call me Jotaro. Please.” he said, low, opening himself up again. Their smile reassured him, and they nodded, at his request.

“Fine… Jotaro. But you have to call me Y/N, then.” they replied, and Jotaro nodded, hiding another little smile. Y/N… it was a pretty name.

He quietly listened to their chattings, while they were heading to the aquarium, nodding and, sometimes, commenting. He was usually bothered by people who spoke a lot, but this time it was different. Maybe it was because they were talking about animals, or maybe because it was them.

“Here we are. Noriaki’s still in quarantine.” Jotaro said, entering his office and leading them to Noriaki’s bowl. Y/N’s instinct immediately took on them, and they quickly checked the little fish, carefully.

“What a beautiful red… you’re so handsome, do you know it, Noriaki? A handsome little goldfish.” they whispered at the fish, as Jotaro was turning a little his head, to hide another smile. It was cute when they behaved like that…

“And these are my other goldfishes. The Fantail’s name is Avdol, and the Black Moor’s Iggy.” they immediately went to greet them too, giggling when the goldfishes came near, as to greet them back.

“They’re so cute, Jotaro… you’re really taking good care of them all.” they said, with a satisfied sigh. Jotaro nodded, smiling a little, taking a deep breath. He wanted so bad to stay a little more with them… but was it too bold of him? Well, he had to try…

“Hm… listen, Y/N… would you like to take a coffee? With me?” they blinked, surprised, and Jotaro immediately averted his eyes. It was too much, maybe… he had screwed up, he knew it. Still, his face didn’t show anything of the turmoil in his chest.

“I’d really love it, Jotaro.” his eyes widened a little, hearing their answer. He turned at them, surprised, meeting their smile. It seemed… sweeter, and even warmer. He was feeling his cheeks on fire, and so he teared his gaze away from them again, before the warmth could redden his cheeks. Well, it wasn’t too bold, in the end…

“Fine… let’s go.” he muttered, embarrassed, leading the way, missing their red cheeks and smile. Well, that wasn’t a date… or was it? Jotaro couldn’t tell, but he wouldn’t have minded if they considered it as such. Not at all…

It would surely have been the beginning of something. Jotaro didn’t know exactly of what, but… it would have been beautiful. He felt it.

#jjba #diamond is unbreakable #beautiful duwang #jotaro kujo #jotaro's goldfish #marine biologist jotaro #neutral s/o #vet!reader #veterinary au #scenario #prompt scenario #sfw #anon ask

[justbkdk]

𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐝 -𝐛𝐤𝐝𝐤 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭-

this is my first story on here! i wrote it for dekus birthday, but its a little late... 

its dekus birthday and he cant sleep, so bakugo and him go do stuff together.

word count: 780

i hope its a good story!

it was four am, and deku couldnt fall back asleep. he had been trying for the past hour now. he sat on his bed, staring out of his window at the sky. still  dark but slightly lighter than before. he stared for another moment then got up, slid on his shoes and went downstairs. deku walked outside onto the porch and stared up at the fluffy white clouds. 

“pretty, isnt it” someone said behind him “huh?” deku quickly turned around  to see bakugo leaning against the building “oh, its just you kacchan” deku sighed of relief. “why are you out here this early?” deku asked “cant sleep” bakugo responded “neither can i” deku laughed “hey, wanna go somewhere?” he walked up to him to grab his hand, but bakugo wouldnt let him. “where would we even go” bakugo scoffed “just trust me” deku reached out his hand “and besides, its my birthday. can you please come with me?” bakugo thought about it for a moment then reluctantly grabbed dekus hand “whatever”

while they were walking they talked to each other. it was more deku talking to bakugo and him nodding, but still a conversation. 

“were here!” deku pointed to a big oak tree with his free hand “a tree?” bakugo was wondering why he had brought him here “it was our old treehouse, from when we were kids” they walked over and deku pulled down an old ladder. “you can go first” bakugo said. “i-i cant climb up if youre holding my hand...” deku slightly blushed. bakugo quickly pulled his hand away and deku climbed up the ladder, bakugo right after him. they both stepped into their tiny tree house. luckily it was just tall enough for them to stand in 

“heh, i forgot about this place” bakugo looked around at all of the stuff in it “remember when you pushed me out of the door and i almost fell” deku laughed “sorry” bakugo quietly mumbled “what was that” deku asked “i said i was sorry for doing all that stuff to you, okay?” he crossed his arms and looked away “kacchan, that was years ago. its fine” deku smiled at bakugo “you even have a soft side now-” “no i dont” bakugo protested. “you held my hand the whole way here” deku said “s-shut up” bakugo hated to admit it, but he did have a soft side. for all of his close friends. deku, kirishima, mina.

after a few more minutes of looking around they both climbed down. bakugo got down just fine, but deku tripped on the last step and fell backwards. right on top of bakugo.

deku stayed there for a moment, staring at bakugos blushing face “s-sorry!” he quickly got up and held out his hand. bakugo grabbed it and got up. but he didnt let go. 

“my turn to go somewhere” bakugo said “okay!” deku was excited to see where bakugo would take him.

after about ten minutes they got to where bakugo wanted to go, an ice cream place. “were getting ice cream?” deku excitedly asked “yeah” bakugo replied “go sit ill get the ice cream” bakugo told him “ok i want-” “i know what you want” bakugo interrupted him 

he came back over with the ice creams and gave one to deku “how- how did you know this was my favorite?” deku stared at his ice cream “you even got the sprinkles...” deku smiled “you always have got that since we were kids” bakugo said “it tastes really good, okay?” deku laughed 

they walked back home, holding hands until they got to the building “that was really fun” deku said “im glad we went out together” deku smiled at bakugo “y-yeah” bakugo stared at deku “it was kinda like a date” deku laughed “yeah... wait what?” bakugo realized what he had said “well i didnt mean like you like me- not that i like you- i mean i like you but-” “deku, chill” bakugo said “im just trying to say i-” bakugo grabbed dekus face and kissed him for a second “to shut you up” bakugo starts to walk toward the building “i- k-kacchan!” deku blushed “wait up!” deku ran up to bakugo

“i- you just-” deku stuttered “i know what i did” bakugo slightly smiled “were here so go to your room and try to sleep some more” bakugo told him “i will” deku replied “oh and happy birthday, nerd.” bakugo smiled “he smiled. kacchan smiled at me!” deku thought “goodnight” they both walked to their rooms. 

deku didnt fall asleep. he couldnt stop thinking about bakugo. and bakugo didnt either. he couldnt stop thinking about deku. 

that morning they spent together was dekus favorite part of his birthday.

to da!

theres the whole story. if you made it this far thank you for reading the whole thing <3

#deku #bakugo #bkdk #fanfic #happy late birthday deku!!

[littlebigafterdark]

I'm feeling in a particular mood for some more Logan stuff, (totally not my comfort character who unfortunately is a medium for a lot of angst /s) so maybe the almost-relapse?

the littles accidentally trigger logan's ED (janus and patton help him thru it)

This is a copy pastd from a really long message i sent to liv a few weeks ago, just in case the grammar is weird or somethin!

oOo

context: whenever roman is a brat and refuses to eat dinner, logan gets noticeably more frustrated than with any other bratty behaviour because it hits too close to home to his eating disorder

so...

one day when patton is out somewhere, maybe at his carpentry class ((thats actually slightly spoilers for a big concept for the main blog lol)), logan has both the littles

and roman is bratty and refuses to eat dinner and logan breathes evenly and tries not to worry abt it bc he KNOWS roman always eats, hes just doing it to be annoying, breathe, he isnt actually restricting its ok

and logan was literally holding the baby fork up to vees mouth and suddenly she giggles and pushes it away

"come on baby, yummy time" logan coos and smiles a little but he doesnt feel it, and with his other hand he tickles lightly under vees chin and she giggles and logan smiles and goes to feed her again

but she pushes the fork away and babbles "mo bima!"

and roman laughs "yeah, no dinner! no dinner!" and bounces

and logan is feeling rlly shaky and hot suddenly and swallows thickly and ignores roman, and keeps looking at vee "princess, please open up," trying not to pay attention to how shaky his voice is. "its papa's spaghetti remember? yummy" he nods enthusiastically and goes to feed her again

but again vee just giggles all squeaky and pushes the fork away and looks at roman with a big smile for his approval. and roman is like "yeah vee! rebellion!!!" still so playful

but he hasnt noticed logans chest is heaving a little and hes staring at where vee pushed the fork away and logan was too shaky not to drop it on the floor.

and he looks up at vee and how small she is and how shes genuinely on the lower end of average weight and they need to make sure she doesnt dip down into underweight and thinks about how terrified he is of the idea that if she did develop an ED like he did it would be so dangerous and he cant see his baby go through that and-

it just hits him so so so harshly and hes suddenly crying and roman and vee freeze and look at him. and he hurriedly wipes away his tears and breathes shakily and tries to say again

"vee pl-please just ea--" and his throat closes up, he cant even say the word 'eat' and he gags on his tears and jumps up from his chair to run out to the downstairs bathroom and locks himself in trying to calm down and stop gagging.

and he can hear vee crying and roman - adult now - promising her its okay, mama feels a bit sicky but everythings okay, lets phone nana, its ok baby

and logan is breathing too fast and shaking and crying with his back against the bathroom door, not gagging anymore, but unable to take himself outside

. he hears roman feeding vee, and vee giggling and clearly enjoying the food, but no matter how comforting that is to hear he cant get over that genuine terror he felt when vee refused to eat, its his worst nightmare for vee to develop disordered eating - for any of them, but vee is already very thin and it could be critical, and logan cant get over that

when janus arrives (barely ten minutes later, he must have jumped in the car straight away which is only used for emergencies bc of janus' partial blindness) he speaks quietly to roman, and of course theyre trying to be subtle

but the kitchen is only across the hall from the bathroom and logan hears every word of roman explaining what happened and how confusing it was and how patton wont be home for another forty five minutes and roman didnt want either vee or logan to be alone but they probably shouldnt be around each other right now since vee gets so upset when the others arent happy

roman tries to talk to logan first through the bathroom door, apologising for misbehaving and promising he wont do that again. but can logan tell him what exactly was so bad about it this time? so roman can not do whatever it is in future.

but logan cant bring himself to say anything. he cant tell roman about this at least not yet he hasnt felt ready yet even if its been years and he doesnt know if he ever will be ready to tell roman about his ED

so after realising logan wont talk to him, roman swaps with janus. janus doesnt know the details but he knows theres something about logan and eating and hes made an educated guess from all the fibs hes heard over the years.

"hey, dic" (janus' unsavoury nickname for logan that he insists is just short for dictionary) "do you need a glass of water?"

logans throat is actually dry from hyperventilating and he says with a quiet scratchy voice through the door "yes please"

and when janus brings it to the door he just knocks gently and when logan opens the door to accept it janus doesnt make any comment on logans messy hair where hes run his hand through it or on his glassy red rimmed eyes or on the tremble of his fingers. but he does say "i know it must be so cozy in there" he nods to the cramped cold bathroom "but you might just prefer it in your room"

logan flushes a little and nods, comes out of the bathroom and heads to the stairs, but he pauses at the bottom of the stairs thinking... he doesnt know if he can be trusted alone upstairs. theres another bathroom up there and the gagging has made his stomach churn and he feels FULL from dinner and if only he emptied it then maybe he would feel better right? .... no

so he rasps without turning back to janus "i... i cant be alone"

"look behind you, idiot" janus says and its far closer than logan remembered him being.

he whips his head round to see janus was following closely behind him. janus raises a pierced eyebrow "well, are we going to stand in the stairway all night?" and of course its snarky but its soft too

so logan breathes deeply and they go upstairs to his room. janus makes himself at home, immediately grabbing a book from logans book case and collapsing sideways in logans armchair as soon as they stepped in the room. logan reclines on his bed and sips his water and does breathing exercises and tries to not feel humiliated about this breakdown

every time logan tries to apologise for disturbing janus' evening (he didnt) or asks if janus is sure roman is grownup enough to look after vee appropriately (he is) or insists that he is okay to be left alone now (he's not) janus just murmurs "shut up im reading"

when patton gets back roman just tells him logan isnt feeling good and patton hurries up to see him - and upon seeing his husband logan is overcome by shame that he almost relapsed and relief that his best friend is here and a wave of tears that he tries and fails to blink away

and janus just quietly bids them good night and promises he'll stay a couple hours to keep roman and vee company, but patton insists he stays the night in pattons room (its not safe for him to drive in thr dark) and janus is used to this routine by now that he knows where the spare pillows are

so janus leaves quietly and logan croaks "thanks, old man" trying to sound casual but regretting it when his voice shakes. janus just holds up a peace sign and closes logans door behind him on the way out.

as soon as the door closes logans face crumples and he hides his eyes behind his arm and patton practically bounds over to logan and climbs onto bed next to him and cradles logans head to his shoulder as he cries

they stay like that, cuddling in bed, patton cradling logans head and kissing the nape of his neck and wrapping his arm around logans waist to spoon him and whisper about what happened and how they can avoid it in future

but mainly they just breathe and cry together and patton fills the hours with soft affirmations of love and getting logan a tea and promising its okay if logan wants a cookie with it but logan says maybe later (later turns out to be 2:30 in the morning but at least it really was later)

they barely sleep that night but its all comfort and talking and by morning despite being exhausted, logan feels safer and breakfast goes by without a hitch

oOo

just some notes me and liv made that i think highlights some main points:

logan struggling so much even when he knows that the kids are just playing around and they don't really mean that they don't want to eat, but it's just one of those things that inevitably hits too close to home

it just suddenly hit him! like any other day he can cope with roman doing that, its a small blip usually, but the fact that VEE started refusing food freaked logan out so much bc they genuinely have to keep an eye on her weight just bc shes naturally so small

his emotions about his history with an ED plus his overprotective mama cg space making him nearly go into a panic attack from the thought that vee could develop an ED is very sad and very true

and janus coming right away!! and he and roman handle the siatuation so well, like roman was so smart knowing not to leave logan alone, and janus calling him dic and taking him to his room and staying there until patton gets back

and him crying from just seeing patton because he's his best friend and he can be vulnerable around him is very :'c <3

hes so so relieved to see patton but theres also the slightests "ive let my husband down" bc he thinks bc patton helped him so much he owes it to patton to not relapse - but of course pat reassures him its natural to relapse but he didnt! he caught it in the early stages and asked for help and patton is never disappointed in him

he caught it!!! he caught it and he stopped himself and he let himself be helped by both roman and janus and patton and he didn't even relapse!! and this whole thing is really a sign of how far he's come that he was able to accept their help in his vulnerable state, even if roman and janus didn't have the full story, they still wanted to help him through whatever he was experiencing

#mama logan #little big eating disorder #do not reblog #long post #asks #adorable undead queen #little big after dark concepts

[fallout4hancockfanfiction]

My first time writing fanfiction

It was that day for Nora. The past few years, before the bombs dropped, this very day was one of the happiest days for her. But not this year.

Today was her and Nates Wedding day, at least it would have been. It was the middle of the night no later than 2am, she was sitting with Hancock in the old State house, sharing a bottle of bourbon. Nora has never been the type to talk about her feelings.

Hancock could feel that something was off today, he couldnt put his thumb on it, so he just sat next to her quietly. Both sipping from the half full bottle, sharing the golden liquid that made Noras throat burn. In the background you could hear diamond city radio play "one more tomorrow" by Frankie Carle & Marjorie Hughes. Nora let out a quiet sigh and turned to Hancock: "Lets go to the Third Rail" Hancock looked back at her, nodded, and together they left his lounge room leaving the beverage on the table next to the Jet and Mentats which were placed on it.

They stepped inside the doors when they were greeted by Ham: "A friend of mayor Hancock is a friend of the Third Rail, go on in entertainment is down the stairs."

Downstairs Hancock was immediatley greeted by some of his citinzen, "perfect" she thougt. Magnolia just finished her song. She sang train train. "thank god this song is finished, im not sure if I coud have handled listening to it right now." nora thought to herself.

She walked up to Magnolia and asked her: " Hey Mags, could you sing "I'm the one you're looking for" please? "of course gorgeous, anything for you" Magnolia replied seductively.

Nora bought some beer and walked over to one of the couches and seated herself there.

("...have you gotten history that needs erasing... did you come in just for the beer and cigarettes..")

She took a sip of her beer and looked over to hancock, he's still occupied with his citizens who involved him in a conversation.

(... "ou well im just a girl to make you forget"..)

"perfect... maybe I can sneak out of here", nora slowly gotten up, without letting hancock out of her sight and started walking towards the exit. She just made it out of the door when hancock looked over to the couch and noticed that Nora was missing. He let his gaze wander through the room, looking for hs companion but he can't find her. He turned to his interlocutor and gave them one of his smooth " I could stay here and listen to how wonderful I am till the rest of my days, but I really think I need to get going"! he turned away and rushed to the exit.

" But hancock you've just gotten here..!"

He didn't even hear them, he was too focused on finding The Soule Survivor.

Upstairs he asked Ham if he had seen Nora and he said that she had just left through th door two minutes ago.

He went back inside the old state house, and saw that her gear was still laying on the couch next to the table where they left the bourbon and the chems. "Damn it Nora?? Where are you going, unprotected and without me?" he grabbed her stuff and headed toward the exit.

Just outside Goodneighbour he heard a Group of Raiders. "Fuck Nora!, why would you do something like this?"

(A few Hours later)

Arrived at Sanctuary, nora went back into her old house.  She walked past the kitchen and straight back into her old bedroom. Its been looted empty so she sat on the floor and played "Hi Honey!" on her Pib Boy.

"...Little fingers away... *baby giggles*... Hi honey!" She started tearing up, hearing the sound of his voice. "Listen... I don't think Shaun and I need to tell you how great of a mother you are... but we're going to anyway. ... But everything we do, no matter how hard... we do it for our family. Now say goodbye, Shaun... Bye bye? Say bye bye? *baby giggles* Bye honey! We love you!

She passed out on the Floor. When she woke up, Hancock caught up to her. Nora walked out of her house, on her way to the vault. She doesnt see Hancock but he sees her. As soon as he spottet her his heart skipped a beat because of relief to see her alive. He was about to call out to her when something told him not to. Instead he followed her quietly. Arrived at the Vault, she pressed the button and let herself into the ground. Hancock watched her and did as she did after waiting a few minutes.

"Wow..." he thought to himself upon entering.

Nora was sitting infront of the opened cryopod crying, holding Nates frozen, ice cold Hand while playing "Hi Honey!" over and over again.

Slowly Hancock stepped into the room, his face pained by what he saw.

Noras eyes shot up in Horror, just to be equal parts relieved and upset to see him there. She quickly wiped her eyes and stood up, cleared her throat and asked: "Wh... what are you doing here? how .. how did you find me?"

He walked up to her and wordlessly hugged her. Her face in his chest and her arms around him she couldnt help herself but started crying again. He put his forehead on her head and they stood motionless.

Hancock was the first to speak: "hey, look, if you wanna get outta here..."

Nora looked up to Hancock, eyes swollen and nose red.

Hancock looked back at her and thought:" how can she still be so beautiful while crying? what stop, what why did I think that??" Before he could say anything nora took a long breath in and let an even longer breath out. She turned towards the cryopod and closed it back up. Then she liftet her necklace with the two weddingrings from under her shirt and looked at them.

"You know...she started.. nevermind, nothing... lets get going"

Hancock handed nora her gear and together they left the vault and headed back to santuary.

Nora fixed or rebuild every building except of her own pre-war home. She didnt want anybody else living in it.

When they gotten back to sanctuary, preston and the other settlers were awake and started their daily tasks.

When preston spottet her he approached her, smiling from ear to ear. "GENERAL! I'm so happy to see you! What brings you to sanctuary?"

"Hey Garvey, how have you been? Its been a minute, I thought I'd come see how things are going."

"Your time is impeccable! There is a settlement near by that needs our help! I'll mark it on your map."

Nora looked down and let out a slight chuckle. She turned to Hancock and asked him: "ready to help an other settlement?"

John looked back at her smiling: "Of course, lets go"

So they started wandering towards Finch Farm.

They have been on the road for three hours already when John turned to Nora and said: "look, I got there something i wanted to talk to you abou.." Before he could finish his sentence Gunfire started and they both duked behind an old car.

"Raiders, shit!" said both of them simultaneously and looked at each other and giggled. The group of raiders were on a bridge. One with Power armour and one with a Rocket launcher. The rest were regular raiders. Luckily they hadnt noticed them yet, too occupied with the ferals.

"Should we take them out or walk around them?" "Well, those three shouldn't be difficult to eliminate but the one In the Power armour and the one with launcher seem more difficult"

Nora pulled out her sniper rifle annd took out the Launcher guy with a headshot.

"Guess we fightin'" said hancock with a grin.

Hancock pulled out his shotgun and killed the two raiders running towards them with meele weapons. "nice shot!" said nora.

"easy.." replied hancock smug.

Taking out the regular Raiders wasnt a problem but the Metal man put up a tough fight. He shot nora in her stomach. She let out a loud defening scream. Hancock isnt the type to easily lose his shit but he looked over at nora with panick in his eyes.

He had to do something, and he had to do it quickly. He ran over to the Rocket launcher and aimed it at the last standing raider, pulled the trigger and he heard the loud almost unbearable sound of the explosion. With a ringing in his ears he ran over to Nora ( who was huddled on the floor in a small puddle of blood) and picked her up. Panic in his eyes, he grabbed one of the stimpaks and injected her. "You're not going to die on me! I'm sorry! this is going to hurt a little, but I cant let the stimpack fix you while the bullet is still inside you" He put his bony rough fingers into her wound and pulled out the bullet.

Nora was whimpering in agony. Hancock sat down on the floor and held Nora in his arms. "It's going to be okay! I promise!"

John carried her back to Tenpines Bluff. Once arrived the settlers looked at Nora and gasped! " OH NO!" They ran over to Hancock and helped him carry her to the next bed. Nora, still unconcious was recovering inside the shed. Although the Settlers reassured him to get some rest because they would take care of her, he wouldnt leave her side. Then, after two days Nora opened her eyes. Hancock sitting on a chair next to her bed, barely able to keep his eyes opened shot up in relief once he saw that she had opened her eyes "NORA!, oh god nora! I was so worried! How are you feeling?"

"J..John? Wh..What happened?"

"You were shot in the stomach, here this is purified water, please drink something. We were fighting the raiders when the last one shot you. I carried you back here."

"Ar..Are you okay John?" Hancock looked at her in disbelief. It took him a second to realize what she had asked. "Youre the one who almost died but youre asking me if I'm okay? I have never met a more selfless person in my life Nora!

"Can you lay next to me?" she said, in almost a whisper. John looked at her stunned. "Are...are you sure? he asked?

"Yes please."

She pulled up the blanket and motioned for him to lay next to her.

He did as she asked and she layed her head on his chest. "Thank you"

"Anything for you sunshine"

With nora on his chest, he finnally passed out from exhaustion.

The next morning she woke up before him, when she opened her eyes she didnt recognize where she was. Then she noticed that she was not laying on a pillow but indeed his chest. "SHIT...what have I done? why am I sleeping cuddled up with Hancock? Oh fuck..." she thought to herself. she looked up to him "okay good he is still asleep"

As carefully as possible she gotten out of the bed trying not to wake him. As Nora placed the first foot on the floor an audible "Ouch" left her mouth, her face grimaced.

"Are you okay?"

"Fuck" she thought.. "uh yes im fine, my stomach hurts a little. "I have some Med-Ex if you need some" he said. "oh no im sure im fine, thank you, "ouch...oh god" her face twitsted in pain.

"PLease take it". He reached out his hand to give it to her.

"Thanks hancock" she took it and immediately injected herself.

"So uhm, what are the plans for today?" she asked

He looked over to her and answered: "Well I wasnt sure on when you were going to be ready to travel again. But we still gotta talk to the settlers at Finch Farm. But first of all, lets get you something to eat."

They got dressed and left the shed together. "How about tato salad?" "Yea sounds good, actually please pack some for the road too."she said.

he looked over to her slightly surprised: "Oh you feel ready to travel again?"

"Maybe its the Med-ex speaking but I feel ready to head out after breakfast." "Alright" he said "I'll pack our bags in the meantime. Meet me when youre done eating."

[getbacktoworknovice]

🐎Snarky, Handsome Devil

[an AU in which you are a summer time employee who works at a riding ranch for kids and have a massive crush on one of the instructors Jacob Frye~ (this is part one of a series (reposting some older Ao3 stuff~)]

You always looked forward to summer.

A chance to get away from school, your siblings and your parents for three glorious months. Not that you didnt love your family of course, it was just a nice break from the reality you were stuck in nine months out of the year.

Every summer, ever since you started high school, you worked part time at the Frye Riding Ranch, a sort of summer camp for underprivileged kids to get a chance at taking care of and learning how to ride horses.

The people who ran it, Ethan Frye and his twin children, Jacob and Evie Frye, were very generous being that they only charged the families one dollar for the three month camp and in some cases, they let children join for free.

Apparently they had come from hard times as well.

You yourself were an actual hired hand, hired on by Ethan your first year at high school and kept on as he seemed to like your personality. You were hoping he would, after all, you loved kids AND horses and this was like a dream come true to you.

Kids were always so much easier to deal with than adults and they adored when you did your funny little voices, especially the British one as the owners whole family were Brits. Adults tended to give you odd looks.

Especially Jacob.

But then he would just give you that annoyingly charming half smile of his and go back about his business as if he hadn’t been looking at you at all. He rather loved kids too (which was part of why you found him so attractive) and even referred to them as his little “Rooks”.

He was kind with the horses as well. You’d caught him before as he was giving one a bath, talking to her sweetly and patting her lovingly as he got her cleaned up. It was the cutest thing you ad ever seen. Though you were certain he would deny he ever did such a thing if you asked him.

To be perfectly honest he had annoyed you at first. On your first day he had paired you with the worst horse they had to “break you in”, he’d doused you several times with the power hose and made you shovel so much manure you couldnt smell anything but for three days after.

You definitely hadnt had much of an appetite your first week, making Evie worry for you and then give Jacob a harsh telling off when she found out what he’d done. He wasnt a bully, she assured you, he was just…a pain.

Needless to say you’d avoided him for a month afterward but towards the end he came around. Apologized even. Which surprised you. You didnt realize you had a crush on him until you came back the next year and he gave you a big hug…

and you could feel every muscle he had.

He was every inch the rugged cowboy you’d seen on many a cover of romance novels. Muscled, rough around the edges, wild hair and eyes…and that damn smile of his! Yes indeed to you every inch of him was rugged and wild…and you loved it.

You just wished you were able to tell him. He was four years older than you and you just figured it was a passing fancy. You’d get over it. Yet every time you saw him and tried to still your beating heart it never worked. He would smile and nod at you, or say something that made you laugh, or stand too close to you when you saddled the horses for the kids.

He was the sweetest asshole you’d ever known.

You actually looked forward to getting up in the morning.

Today was turning into one of the funner days you’d had in the last three years. It was the day before graduation and to celebrate they always had a giant bonfire and a mini rodeo of sorts where the kids got to show off what they’d learned and earn a “badge of honor” for their efforts.

They were just cheap plastic sheriffs badges, but to the kids they might as well have been solid gold trophies. They got the biggest smiles on their faces and your heart just melted at the sight. Even Jacob took it a bit easier in terms of joking around, taking the event as seriously as the kids did.

You were in charge of getting all the firewood ready for the bonfire the next night as well as making all the certificates the kids would be receiving along with their badges. You were sitting at one of the tables in the rec room with Evie, writing out all the kids names neatly on their certificates, while Evie printed out the pamphlets for the parents.

“I do hope it doesn’t rain.” She was saying as you finally finished with the “S” names, rotating your wrist a bit to work out the soreness in it. You loved calligraphy but it hurt. Looking up when you heard her words you gave a curious gaze out the window, noting it was a bit stormy looking.

“Maybe it’ll blow over.” You said hopefully as you didn’t want it to ruin the kids’ fun. “If not I suppose we could hold the ceremony in here.” She said just as rain started to pelt outside. You gave a bit of a groan as now you’d have to go and cover up the wood with a tarp.

“Shit…” You grumbled as you grabbed up your coat and headed out the door. Te bonfire pit was a good ways away from the rec room and cabins so you had to book it to the barn to grab up a tarp. By the time you made it to the bonfire it was pouring down rain.

Quickly you began tucking the tarp into the corners of the pile, doing your best to get the wood covered so it would actually burn tomorrow, but it was getting windy and every corner you managed to get covered would pry itself loose by the time you got to the other end.

You were about to lose it when you felt someone grab the other end of the tarp to assist you. Giving a relieved sigh you looked over to see it was Jacob. You felt your heart begin to beat wildly again and you couldn’t control it. “Jacob…!” You started but he only yanked on the tarp.

“Dont just stand there like a fish!” He insisted as the rain pelted him without his jacket. “Move!” That snapped you out of it and you began to help him, tucking the tarp into place and covering it to help it stay safe from the rain.

With his help you got it done rather quickly and one he was certain it would stay the two of you took cover in the barn. You were both soaked but Jacob had gotten the worst of it, his black t-shirt stuck to him and his jeans were soaked through.

You were so glad you’d grabbed a jacket.

“Thanks,” You managed to say after you’d caught your breath. “I was about to give up there for a minute.” You admitted and Jacob laughed. “Wind was bein’ a bit of a bully wasnt it?” He grinned, taking off his baseball cap and wringing the water out of it best he could.

“Oh yeah, just a bit.” You teased in return with a smile that quickly turned into a blush when you saw him strip off his soaking shirt. You never knew he had a tattoo, but you turned your head so quick you didnt actually see what it was.

“What’s the matter love?” You heard him tease. “Never seen a man without a shirt before?” You felt your face get redder. “I-I…n-no…I mean…!” You were so flustered you couldnt even get a word out. “Sh-shut up!” You finally grumbled but he only laughed.

“Oh come now, you dont have to be so harsh with your tongue.” He said as he took your shoulder and leaned in close to your ear. “Your not having dirty thoughts are you?” He teased and you whirled on him to tell him off.

But stopped short as you felt his lips against the corner of your mouth.

Giving a small squeak you jumped back, your eyes wide in surprise. “J-Jacob, what the hell!?” You stammered, completely flustered. Jacob however only smiled that cocky little smile of his. “Been wantin’ to do that.” He said as he wrung out his shirt.

“Wh….what? What do you mean youve been wanting to do that?” You stuttered and he gave you a sideways grin. “Why, precisely what it means. I’ve been wanting to kiss you for a long time.” He said in plain terms.

You felt your knees buckle a bit and your heart began to thump in your chest. “R-really..?” You asked slowly. You felt like you must be dreaming. Youd had a crush on him true but you never in your life expected it to be reciprocated by him.

“Why?”

That question seemed to get to him as his cheeks actually turned a little pink. “Well…because I like ya.” He said with an honest shrug, putting his shirt back on. “I thought that was obvious but I guess I went about showin’ ya the wrong way.” He admitted sheepishly.

You gave a snort. “Yeah, making me shovel maure isnt the fastest way to my heart y'know!” You insisted with a swat to his arm. Jacob laughed aloud, a laugh you’d grown to love. “I guess I did fumble that one up a bit…” He admitted, giving you a soft look with his brown eyes.

“So…how is it you feel about me?” He asked and it was your turn to flush in the cheeks. You honestly didnt know what to say at first. “I..I mean I really like you Jacob. I’ve…I’ve had a crush on you for a while…” You hated to admit that out loud.

“I just…I feel like I’ve known you forever,” You said as you looked up at him. “I know it sounds silly but I’ve really come to like you.” You said, feeling a sense of relief at finally getting that out in the open.

Sensing your relief he gently took your cheek getting you to look at him. “Well since I like you and you like me….ya wanna try that kiss again?” He asked. He wasnt pushy about it or trying to force himself. His stance was relaxed, and his hand gentle.

How could you say no?

Leaning up towards him his lips met yours halfway, cupping your cheek as he kissed you long and deep. It was the most amazing kiss you’d ever tasted in your life. When you finally pulled away from him he rested his forehead against yours.

“So…theres only a week left of camp,” He said as he looked down at you with a bit of curiosity in his gaze. “I dont suppose you’d be willing to…let me come visit you in the city sometime?” he asked. You just gave him a smile and kissed his nose.

“You can visit me anytime….just make sure you come by car. If you ride a horse into the city people tend to freak out.” You teased. Jacob only laughed aloud.

“I make no promises.”

#jacob frye #jacob frye x reader #assassins creed syndicate #assassins creed imagines #assassins creed #assassins creed x reader #snarky boi #jacob tag

[sector-i-closed]

72&74 with vampire seonghwa (i see youve done a lot of those, so you can do another vampire if you want uwu but basically his pet comes down with a really bad sickness, like flu, and survival isnt looking good until he starts taking real good care of her and being by her side, cuddling her, and keeping her company which makes her happy? And yay happy she survives!😊)

Vampire!Seonghwa, Pet!Reader

"Y/N, get back in bed now." Seonghwa ordered as he came to check on your condition, having heard you rustling restlessly in your room.

You muffled a cough as you got back in bed, shivering violently and feeling the worst that you had ever felt in your life.

Your master sat down beside you on your bed and placed his hand against your forehead, finding that you was burning up with an intense heat that was startling to the vampire and it seemed that you was convulsing at times.

Seonghwa locked eyes with you and saw how weak your eyes were.

"I'm-I'm f-f-fine..." Your teeth chattered badly as more chills went through your body.

"Shhh." Seonghwa shushed you, running his fingers along your lower lip in a show of affection.

"You need medicine." He replied softly, hurrying off to retrieve medicine from the cabinet in the bathroom.

You didn't think that you could hold anything down, including medicine. Your master quickly returned with a spoon and a small bottle.

Another wet cough rattled your chest as you watched the vampire dispense the medicine onto the spoon and turn his attention towards you.

"Open your mouth, Y/N." He waited expectantly for you to receive the medicine.

It was a shock to you that he had called you by your name and you wondered if you was possibly becoming delirious from your fever.

You wordlessly opened your mouth and received the sour medicine that your master dispensed for you.

After you swallowed the foul tasting liquid, Seonghwa settled in next to you, pulling you towards him and holding you in a comforting hold that made you feel slightly better.

Your stomach protested the liquid that you had ingested earlier and you struggled to keep it down.

"M...master..." You groaned in discomfort, feeling tears gather in your eyes from trying to keep from vomiting the contents of your stomach.

Seonghwa watched in horror as you threw up on yourself, accidentally getting some of the bile on him, though at the moment that was the least of his worries because what was bothering him was the fact that you wouldn't be getting any benefit from the medicine that he'd given you.

"I'm -I-I'm so s-sorry... Master..." You hiccupped, squirming away from your master because you were fearful that he would punish you for getting vomit on him.

"Come on. Let's get you into the bath." Your master sighed, lifting you into his arms and carrying you to the bathroom.

You was certain that you were definitely delusional now but you remained silent as Seonghwa seated you on the side of the tub.

You stayed still and kept your eyes closed as your master ran the water for your bath.

Random coughs continued to cause you discomfort and you just allowed your master to help you with undressing, feeling too weak to care about modesty at the moment.

Once your skin was completely bare your master carefully lowered you into the soothing warm water, submerging you in the comforting warmth.

Seonghwa rubbed soap onto your skin, thoroughly cleaning you with efficient scrubbing that was surprisingly gentle to the touch.

You watched him through cracked eyelids, watching how serious he looked as he cleaned you properly.

The bath made you feel better and you felt slightly rejuvenated as you stepped out of the tub.

Your master covered you in a warm bathrobe and carried you directly to his bed.

You still felt terrible but you enjoyed the attention that your master was giving you and it felt like you were gaining strength from him.

Slowly you drifted off to sleep, overwhelmed by intense lethargy but a sweet smile painted your face as you slept.

The vampire watched you worriedly, feeling like the only thing that mattered to him was about to be taken away from him. He ran his fingers through your hair and held you tightly, deciding that he would sing a gentle lullaby to you until you wake up.

Unconsciously you snuggled into your master, feeling magnetized by his soothing voice.

Still you slept peacefully and Seonghwa continued to sing to you tirelessly for the rest of the night.

The following morning you awoke in a disoriented haze, feeling confused by the surroundings which were unfamiliar to you.

"About time you woke up, my little pet." Seonghwa spoke up in relief, having worried about you throughout the night.

"Oh?" You looked on with wide eyes, finding that your master was holding your hand in his.

"Tell me the truth. How are you feeling?" Your master asked.

"I feel a lot better." You replied hoarsely.

"Thank you for helping me." You  continued meekly.

"It's what I needed to do. I need you in my life and I will not let anything take you away from me, not even death." Seonghwa stated firmly, his dark eyes looking into yours with determination that gave you chills.

You snuggled into your master and smiled to yourself, feeling contentment in his arms.

prompt list

#vampire au #ateez fluff #park seonghwa fluff #park seonghwa scenarios #ateez scenarios #ateez yunho #ateez seonghwa #ateez hongjoong #kpop scenarios #ateez mingi #ateez yeosang #ateez san #ateez wooyoung #ateez imagines #kpop imagines #kpop fluff

[maruzzewrites]

Idk if you do other parts of jjba or not, but if you do how about part 3 polnareff and #21. With a fem! S/o? I feel like yan!polnareff isnt common (he’s too big a sweetheart) so if you wanna try something challenging maybe? Also I feel like polnareff is on the delusional side of yandere. He just wants to protect his darling and keep her safe, he’s going to be her silver knight in shining armor even if she doesn’t want one.

me @ me: okay, you can make this a bit less violent also me @ me, spitting on the ground: fuck you

21. “Don’t worry, my love, I’ll protect you.”

Content warnings: yandere content, violence, murder, obsessive behavior, honestly making Polnareff a yandere is a crime in itself.

France was a beautiful country, full of historyand art, the centuries clinging to the walls of the buildings and musicalityhanging from the words of the locals. During your vacation you were sure you’dfind good food, interesting sights and didn’t even mind the few bad-manneredpeople who crossed your path while you were busy taking pictures of everything.You were wide-eyed, your mind on another plane as you admired the beautifularchitecture or the characteristic cafés.

You didn’t even notice people walking around you,inconsiderate as you were in your stupor. You didn’t even notice when youstepped back to take in the palace right in front of you that you walked rightinto someone, and maybe you’d stay in your world if the size of this personwasn’t so impossible to ignore against your own body. You turned around inrecord speed, apologizing profusely with half your words coming out in Frenchand the rest in your native tongue, your rational brain too far behind in yourhurry to ask for forgiveness.

“Don’t worry,” the man you were facing wascheerful while replying, the heavy accented English in his voice was making theletters roll softly on the back of throat. He grinned charmingly at you, andyou were compelled to smile back with coyness. This spurred him to stretch lipseven further, his smile reaching his eyes. “I’ve to apologize too, I was juststanding in your way. You were lovable, all caught up like that!”

You felt your face heat up and he let out aplayful laugh, offering immediately to escort you around the capital to showyou the beauty of his homeland. In the days that followed that meeting,Polnareff brought you around and made you know the sides of Paris and the sidesof France that a simple tourist wouldn’t see without a guide or the knowledgeof where to look. He was jovial, chivalrous, he put so much effort in yourentertainment and fun that you forgot he was a near stranger, in a foreigncountry you were merely visiting for barely more than a week. You were aware,though, that those moments would end soon and you’d have to say goodbye to yourunlikely acquaintance.

And those days did come to an end, with theweekend rolling in and passing in a blink of an eye. When you saw him standingright outside the door of the hotel you were staying in, like every othermorning you met him, you greeted him and informed him that if he wanted to showyou the marvels he considered the best, that was the right moment. You were tofly back home that evening, after all. At your words, Polnareff’s eyes widenedand he pouted just slightly. You assumed he was being the usual goof, so you sneakedyour arm around his own and dragged him along the streets of Paris.

He showered you with more care that day, refusingto let you buy your own food and keeping you closer than usual as you walkedaround. Even when it was time to depart and say your goodbyes, offering yourpersonal number and address if he wanted to keep in contact, he insisted ondriving you to the airport. It would be cheaper and quicker probably, so youaccepted and confided in his good heart.

The drive was, however, long and complicated. Hecontinued to reassure you he knew the way, he was just taking a different routeto be faster, while you continued to glance at the clock of the car. He wasvisibly relaxed, and you forced yourself to trust him as your shoulders tensed andyou started to count the pennies in your pockets, ready for the worst. When youarrived at the airport, your flight was long gone and he swore up and down hedid what he could.

Despite expecting this outcome, you started to getfrustrated as you checked your budget. It seemed like you had just enough tosleep another night in some seedy hotel, you’d have to deal with the cost ofthe flight another time. You whipped your head to glare at your companion, whostayed irritatingly cheerful through this whole ordeal, and excused yourselfwith annoyance latching your words. With your luggage, you stepped outside andstarted to walk in the direction of the taxi parking.

You tuned out your surroundings, in spite of thedarkness, to decide how to proceed; you had enough money to sleep, that muchwas true, but another ticked would drain your bank account and you really didn’tneed this strain on your finances. Mindlessly, you waved your wallet around tocontemplate your options, when you felt a hand gripping yours with violentforce. You yelped and looked over a shady man, who was snarling at you in French.

With a whine and a sob, you yanked your armhelplessly in an attempt to free yourself when the man reached for your walletwith a groan. When you realized what he was aiming for, you were about to handhim the money, just to see the man fly away in a flash.

“Don’t worry, my love, I’ll protect you.” Youdidn’t even register the words or the pet-name. Polnareff was standing right infront of you, his hand grasping the guy’s throat painfully, making you wince atthe gasping pleas you couldn’t even understand. The Frenchman, your guide in thosedays, stood there looking you over and then smiled smugly, as if you weresupposed to be impressed by his display. He let the man fall to the groundwithout thinking twice, raising his feet to step on his head and press hischeek on the ground. The attempted thief let out a loud wail, coughing with thenewfound ability to breathe.

The pressure on his head, though, didn’t allowhim to enjoy that relief for long: after few agonizing seconds, the skull gavein and got crushed against the heel of Polnareff’s foot. You watched in horror,petrified, as your companion dragged his dirty shoe on the ground to clean iteven a tiny bit. You regained a bit of your composure, and you looked around;no one was there to aid you and no one saw anything, the thought of being alonewith your former chum made your blood freeze.

With little hesitance, you fished around your bagto find your phone and tried hard to remember the emergency number in thatcountry. Alas, the split second that you needed to recollect your memory wasenough for Polnareff to grab your wrist and snatch the device from your hands, throwingit to the other side of the parking. It collided with a low thud on the ground,breaking.

“No, no, no, my dear,” he caressed the side ofyour face thanks to the closeness, seizing your side tenderly as he looked atyou with admiration, adoration, desperation in his eyes. You were forced tolook at him, and after the awful demonstration you just witnessed, you weren’tsure you wanted to confront him openly. “I will take care of you, you don’thave to worry. I’ve lost enough as it is.”

You weren’t sure what he was saying, you weren’tsure if you understood what was buzzing in his mind, but you knew that all youdid was nodding imperceptibly, as if the slight movement would negate yourcompliance. You let him escort you to his car and sat passively in thepassenger’s seat, his voice cooing in your ears as you didn’t even understandhim. He wasn’t even talking in French.  

#jjba #jojo's bizzare adventure #polnareff #polnareff x reader #yandere #yandere x reader #reader insert #violence /// #death /// #listen anon you are absolutely right pol is a sweetheart #but also if i was murdered and my brother decided to kill my murderer i'd still have Concerns #so he has the potential we just don't want that because he deserves better #Anonymous

[bechloeislegit]

25 Days of BeChloe Christmases - 2019

DAY 21 - CHRISTMAS SECRETS

A/N:  I don't want to give anything away, so the full prompt from Tumblr User rejection-isnt-failure is at the end of the story. _______________________________________________________________

Christmas Eve

It was early afternoon, and the Bellas were getting ready for their Christmas Eve party when Beca came bounding down the stairs.

"Alright, you losers," Beca called out as she put her jacket on. "Try not to burn the house down while I'm gone."

"Becs, stay with us," Chloe whined, grabbing Beca's arm. "You always miss our Christmas Eve parties."

"I'm sorry, Chlo," Beca said. "You know I spend Christmas Eve with my dad. I'll be back in the morning. Knowing you girls I can be here around eleven and still not miss opening presents."

"Are you saying we'll all be drunk?" CR asked, sipping a beer.

"That's exactly what I'm saying," Beca said with a laugh. "I promise I'll be back in the morning."

"Fine," Chloe said. "Tell your dad and Sheila Merry Christmas from all of us."

"Have a good time, Beca," Emily called out.

"Bring back some wine for breakfast," Fat Amy yelled from the kitchen.

"Don't do that," Chloe said, shaking her head.

"Wasn't planning on it," Beca said, opening the front door. "Save me some of your Christmas fudge, Stacie."

"Can't make any promises," Stacie called back.

Beca laughed as she walked out the door. Chloe sighed and went to help in the kitchen.

~ Day 21 of 2019's 25 Days of BeChloe Christmases ~

Beca checked her trunk to make sure all the gifts were secure. She got in the car and started it up.

"I love his song," Beca said, when Baby, Please Come Home came through the speakers.

Beca started singing along as she drove away from the Bellas House.

~ Day 21 of 2019's 25 Days of BeChloe Christmases ~

Chloe was rolling out the cookie dough while Stacie pulled another tray of them out of the oven.

"You know," Stacie said as she laid the cookie tray on the counter. "For someone who pretty much hated her father in Freshman Year, Beca always made sure she went to his house on Christmas Eve."

"I think the first year she was trying to make things better between them," Chloe said. "Now, things are better, and she wants to keep it that way."

"It just seems weird to me," Stacie said with a shrug.

"Stacie's right," CR said. "Beca even seems giddy when she leaves to go over there. And that's not a word I ever thought I'd use regarding Beca Mitchell."

The other girls chuckled. The laughter died down, and Emily looked around, furrowing her brow.

"How is it that all of you are staying at Barden for Christmas?" Emily asked. "Why aren't you with your families?"

"We always stay at Barden for Christmas," Ashley said.

"But how does that happen?" Emily asked. "I'm only staying because my folks are going to visit some of my mom's family in Europe. I'd normally go, but they're going to be gone for a month and will be all over the place. They don't know where they'll be on Christmas, so I couldn't really make any plans to meet up with them."

"I'm on a full-ride academic scholarship," Jessica said. "And neither my family or I could afford to buy me a ticket home."

"I live in Australia," Fat Amy said. "I can't afford to fly home for every holiday. So, I usually fly home for Spring Break each year."

"I grew up in foster care," Ashley said. "There isn't anywhere for me to go."

"I'm sorry, Ashley," Emily said.

"It's okay," Ashley said, smiling as she looked around. "I am with my family at Christmas. That's what it's all about, right?"

"Right," Chloe said, smiling at Ashley. "Emily, we all have our reasons for being here, but at the end of the day, we are still celebrating Christmas with family."

~ Day 21 of 2019's 25 Days of BeChloe Christmases ~

Beca sang along to every song that played on the radio. She arrived and parked her car, hopping out and rushing to open the trunk. She grabbed a bag of gifts and made her way to the front entrance.

~ Day 21 of 2019's 25 Days of BeChloe Christmases ~

Chloe sat on the sofa, watching Fat Amy and Jessica singing their rendition of All I Want For Christmas Is You. She let out a heavy sigh as she sipped her drink. She was jostled when Stacie plopped down next to her.

"Cheer up, Chloe," Stacie slurred. "This is a party. Drink and be merry."

"I'm sorry," Chloe said sadly. "I just wish Beca were here. It's our last Christmas together before we graduate."

"I get it," Stacie said. "I want Aubrey to be here, but she went home to North Carolina for Christmas."

"Beca hasn't spent one Christmas Eve with us since she started Barden," Chloe said. "I thought she might decide to spend this one with us. I thought maybe it would be the right time to tell her-" Chloe shook her head. "Never mind."

"You should tell her anyway," Stacie said. "She'll be here in the morning. Give her you as a Christmas present; even she couldn't be oblivious to what you mean by it."

Chloe sighed and said, "I wish it were that easy. I don't want her to reject me."

Chloe sniffled and wiped at a tear. Stacie felt bad for Chloe and what she thought was her unrequited love for Beca. She hated to see anyone cry, and wanted to do something to cheer up Chloe.

"Fat Amy and I had a bet that we could get Beca drunk and have her sing I Want a Hippopotamus For Christmas," Stacie blurted out.

Chloe squinted her eyes at Stacie and then let out a laugh. "I would pay to see that!"

"There's the Chloe we all know and love," Stacie said, giving Chloe a side-hug.

~ Day 21 of 2019's 25 Days of BeChloe Christmases ~

Beca strummed the last note of Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas, and everyone started cheering and clapping. She set her guitar down as the little boy next to her, threw himself into her arms. She hugged him, smiling as she thought, "This is what Christmas is all about."

~ Day 21 of 2019's 25 Days of BeChloe Christmases ~

"Oh, no," CR said. "Chloe's at the crying drunk stage. Who let her get this wasted?"

"I love her soooooo much," Chloe said through her tears. "She's so bootiful. And hooootttt!"

"Chloe, sweetie," Stacie said, taking the drink out of Chloe's hand. "Let's get you to bed."

"But, I want Becaaaaaa," Chloe whined.

"We know," Stacie said.

Chloe slumped over and was now leaning half-on and half-off Stacie.

"What should we do?" Emily asked.

"I know," Stacie said, giving Chloe a shake. "Chloe. Chloe. CHLOE!"

"Hmm," Chloe mumbled into Stacie's chest.

"Beca's in your room waiting for you," Stacie said.

"Stacie!" Emily cried out. "That's not nice. She's going to think Beca's really waiting for her."

"Beca's my room?" Chloe mumbled.

"Yeah," Stacie said. "Beca's in your room."

"M'kay," Chloe said and tried to stand.

"Emily, help me," Stacie said, holding Chloe up as she also stood.

Emily jumped up and grabbed Chloe on one side while Stacie held her on the other. "We'll take her to her room and put her to bed," Stacie said.

"Wif Beca?" Chloe asked, trying to look at Stacie.

"Yes," Emily said. "With Beca."

Chloe stood a little straighter and tried to walk. Emily and Stacie managed to keep her from falling and got her to her room.

"Beca?" Chloe said as they entered her room.

"She, um, she's in the bathroom," Stacie said. "Let's get you into bed, and she'll be back in a few minutes."

Stacie and Emily managed to change Chloe into a t-shirt and sleep shorts before putting her into the bed. Chloe grabbed her pillow and hugged it to her, mumbling, "Cuddle me, Becs."

Seconds later, Chloe was out like a light, and both brunettes heaved a sigh of relief.

~ Day 21 of 2019's 25 Days of BeChloe Christmases ~

Beca's dad's house was quiet when she finally slipped into bed. She smiled, thinking back over the night and how much fun she had. She fell asleep with a smile on her face.

~ Day 21 of 2019's 25 Days of BeChloe Christmases ~

Christmas Morning at the Mitchells' House

Beca woke and stretched. She pulled out her phone and checked the time; it was just nine o'clock. She got up and dressed and made her way downstairs to find her father, Warren, and stepmother, Sheila, sitting at the kitchen table.

"Merry Christmas," Beca said, as she made her way to the coffee pot.

"Merry Christmas," Warren said. "Did you sleep well?"

"I did," Beca said, smiling as she took a sip of her coffee.

"Are you hungry?" Sheila asked. "I could make you something."

"No, thanks," Beca said. "I promised I'd be back at the Bellas House to have brunch with them. Knowing how they partied, I have about an hour before I have to leave. I have presents for you both, so I thought we could open them now if you'd like."

"We have a few for you as well," Warren said.

"Then let's do this," Beca said and hurried to the living room.

"She's still five years old when it comes to Christmas presents," Warren said, laughing as he and Sheila followed Beca to the living room.

Christmas Morning at the Bellas' House

Jessica, being less drunk than the other Bellas after their Christmas Eve Party, woke up around nine-thirty. She could tell by how quiet it was that none of the other girls were up yet. She decided to stay in her bed, going through YouTube videos until the other girls woke up. She put her earbuds in so as not to wake Ashely, and opened her laptop. She watched a few Christmas videos and came upon another under the heading "recommended for you." It looked interesting, so she clicked it and started watching.

"Oh, my God!" Jessica exclaimed after a few seconds.

Ashley sat straight up in her bed with a hand to her head. "No shouting," she whined.

"Look at this!"

"What is it?" Ashley asked, slowly making her way over to Jessica's bed.

All Jessica could do was stare open-mouthed and point at her laptop screen. Ashley looked over to the screen, and her eyes widened.

"Is that-?" Ashley asked, pulling the earbuds out of the computer so she could hear. "Wait! Is this from last night?"

Jessica nodded her head as they continued to watch the video that was playing.

~ Day 21 of 2019's 25 Days of BeChloe Christmases ~

Beca made it back to the Bellas House around ten-thirty that morning, not expecting anyone to be up yet. She entered the house, softly singing Here Comes Santa Claus.

"Beca Mitchell!"

Beca jumped and turned toward Jessica's voice to find all the Bellas, sitting in the living room in various stages of hangovers. She saw a laptop on the coffee table with several water bottles and pain relievers spread out around it.

Chloe was on the sofa, sitting forward with her head in her hands. Next to her was Stacie, who was leaning back with her head resting on the back of the sofa.

Looking much less hungover than the others were Jessica and Ashely, who took up the rest of the sofa.

CR was hanging over the arm of the chair with a bucket on the floor.

Emily was in the opposite chair and seemed less hungover than the others, but she did look a bit paler than usual.

Flo and Lily were lying on their backs on the floor, groaning and not much else.

Beca took two steps in, gently stepping over Flo and Lily. She stopped and looked around the room.

"I wasn't expecting to see anyone up," Beca said.

"You have some explaining to do, Miss Mitchell," Chloe said, without looking up at Beca. "Oh, God, my head hurts."

"Are you okay, Chlo?" Beca asked.

Stacie was slapping her hand at Chloe, "Be quiet," she whispered.

"They're all hungover," Jessica told Beca.

"Then why are they up already?"

"Because of this," Jessica said, turning her laptop toward Beca and hitting play. "I found it while surfing around YouTube. I had to wake them so they could see it, too."

"Dammit," Beca muttered. "Um, so, it's, um."

Beca stepped closer and hit the button to stop the video. She looked down and saw what the person who posted the video said about it.

"The only thing I know about his young woman is that her name is Beca, and a nurse told me she comes to the hospital every year to bring presents to the children and sing to them. She is truly the embodiment of Santa Claus. My son hasn't smiled like this since he was admitted three months ago."

"Oh, um, interesting," Beca said.

"Is this why you never spend Christmas Eve with us?" Jessica asked.

The rest of the Bellas looked up at Beca to hear her answer.

Beca let out a sigh before breathing out a "Yes."

"We need a little more than that, Becs," Chloe said, sipping some water.

"Why don't I fix you all some eggs and toast," Beca suggested. "Then I'll tell you everything."

"Please don't mention food," CR whined before throwing up in the bucket.

Beca scrunched her nose. Emily slapped a hand across her mouth before jumping up and running toward the bathroom. Soon all the Bellas ran off to be sick.

Beca swallowed and hurried to the kitchen. She let out her breath and pulled out the eggs and bread to make breakfast.

Beca hurried to get the eggs and toast done while listening to the girls make their way back into the living room. Many of them moaning and groaning.

"Do you need some help?" Jessica asked as she entered the kitchen.

"Could you get the paper plates out of the party closet?" Beca asked.

~ Day 21 of 2019's 25 Days of BeChloe Christmases ~

After breakfast and a few more pain relievers, the Bellas were doing a bit better.

"Anyone else want these eggs?" Fat Amy asked as she reached for the bowl. "No? Cool."

Fat Amy dug into the eggs, and Chloe grimaced as her stomach rolled a bit. She had to look away from Amy. When she did, her eyes fell on Beca.

"So spill it, Mitchell," Chloe said. "Why didn't you tell us you went to the hospital on Christmas Eve to play Santa Claus?"

Beca chewed her lip and looked around at the expectant faces of her sister Bellas.

"I was afraid if you knew what I was doing," Beca said quietly. "You'd want to do it with me."

The girls started speaking at once.

"What's wrong with that?"

"Why wouldn't we want to come with you?"

"It's a nice thing to do."

"We could have given them a Christmas concert."

Beca held up her hands and shook her head. "Stop, please."

The girls quieted down, and Chloe spoke up. "Why didn't you want us to go with you, Becs?"

"My grandmother used to disappear every year on Christmas Eve, without telling anyone where she was going," Beca said. "When I was eleven, my mother was working, and there wasn't anyone to look after me, so Grams took me with her. I didn't know what we were doing at first, but the kids, no matter how sick they were, all lit up when we walked in. It was magical." Chloe smiled at the way Beca's eye lit up when she talked about visiting the hospital with her Grams. "No one else in my family knew about it, and it became our thing. And every Christmas Eve after that, Grams and I would take presents to the hospital for the kids and spend the entire afternoon with them, singing Christmas songs and handing out presents."

Beca cleared her throat and looked down at the table. She played with her fingers before she spoke again.

"My Grams died just before I came to Barden," Beca said. "I decided to keep up the tradition to honor my Grams, so I looked around for a hospital near Campus and went on Christmas Eve. It helps me keep her memory alive. And I swear I could feel her sitting right next to me every time I did it."

Beca sniffled and wiped at the tears in her eyes. Chloe got up and stood by Beca, putting her arms around her.

"It's okay, Becs," Chloe said. "Thank you for sharing that with us."

"That's beautiful, Beca," Emily said, wiping her tears.

"I'm sorry I told everyone about the video, Beca," Jessica said.

"It's okay, Jessica," Beca said. "I'm surprised no one found out before now."

"So, do you think the hospital would mind if we just showed up and walked around singing Christmas songs to the patients?" Fat Amy asked.

The Bellas looked at Amy in surprise before turning to Beca.

"That's a great idea, Beca," Stacie said. "I'm in; who else wants to do it?"

"I"m in," CR said.

The rest of the Bellas agreed.

"What do you say, Beca?" Chloe asked, looking down at her.

"I think they'd love it," Beca said, smiling up at Chloe.

"Let's get dressed," Flo said.

~ Day 21 of 2019's 25 Days of BeChloe Christmases ~

Much later that night, after having a lovely Christmas dinner and opening presents, the girls sat around talking as It's a Wonderful Life played in the background.

"Hey, Becs," Chloe whispered to Beca. "Can I talk to you in the kitchen?"

"Sure, Chlo," Beca said. "Excuse us. We'll be right back."

The girls ignored them as Beca and Chloe went to the kitchen.

"So, what's-" Beca was cut off as Chloe grabbed the front of Beca's shirt and pulled her into a kiss.

Beca was surprised but fell into the kiss. She continued to kiss Chloe, and when the kiss came to its natural end, Beca muttered, "Merry Christmas to me."

______________________________________________________________

Full Prompt from Tumblr User rejection-isnt-failure: I'd love to read a fic of Chloe (and the Bellas) finding out on Christmas Day, that the reason no one could find Beca anywhere on Christmas Eve wasn't because she was with her dad (like she said), but because she was visiting sick children in different hospitals giving presents to them (something she'd been doing for years)… And they found out through a video someone posted having recorded the whole thing…

#bechloe fanfiction #bechloe #beca mitchell #chloe beale

[svnnysidevp]

ship meme for All hehe

𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽 𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗲  /  * accepting  !

are u ready 4 this . zimzalabim

𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒆 & 𝒔𝒚𝒅  !

𝐰𝐡𝐨   .  .  .  .

001. .   .   .   𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 ?  syd solely because lane is a little bitch n refuses to cook whenever he sees so much as a spiderweb in the kitchen

002. .   .   .   𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 ?  uhhh kinda wanna say lane once he gets over all his issues w commitment :) it’ll take a while but he’ll get there n it’ll be a nice cute quiet romantic dinner !

003.  .   .   .   𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 ?  lane no question abt it that is a period full stop

004.  .   .   .   𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ?  lane on the sexual front syd on the romantic side ? but lane can be romantic too if / when he feels like it !

005.  .   .   .   𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 ?  lane . he alrdy did it once so i mean :) but after the whole fake dating thing he wouldn’t find a reason to leave anymore :)

006.  .   .   .   𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 ?  syd mayb just bc of the way lane is NJKSDNFDS

007.  .   .   .   𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐳𝐢𝐞𝐫 ?  LANE

008.  .   .   .   𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝟑𝐀𝐌 ?  lane mostly sends cooking recipes and syd sends lil writer’s blurbs abt characters / plots he might forget in the morning so like both ig

009.   .   .   .  𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝 ?  LANE

010.   .   .   .  𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 ?  mmm syd !

𝒂𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒏 & 𝒏𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒚  !

𝐰𝐡𝐨   .  .  .  .

001. .   .   .   𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 ?  aspen sets it free somewhere on the back porch she cant kill spiders : (

002. .   .   .   𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 ?  aspen !

003.  .   .   .   𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 ?  nelly mayb ! during one of their nice nights together just hangin out n getting high she jus leans in n aspen has lowkey been waiting for this for a while :’)

004.  .   .   .   𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ?  aspen !

005.  .   .   .   𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 ?  nelly since thats the plot NSJKDNFS she was less committed than aspen was and when they both realized that it was a sobfest ha ha

006.  .   .   .   𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 ?  aspen at first but then nelly later on when aspen finally finds someone else and she realizes what she’s been missing this whole time

007.  .   .   .   𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐳𝐢𝐞𝐫 ?  close compet but im gna say nelly , simply because she’s the one who invites aspen over to take naps all the time

008.  .   .   .   𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝟑𝐀𝐌 ?  nelly ! aspen always quick to reply tho :/

009.   .   .   .  𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝 ?  nelly 

010.   .   .   .  𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 ?  aspen no doubt !

𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒐 & 𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂  !

𝐰𝐡𝐨   .  .  .  .

001. .   .   .   𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 ?  milo ! but he doesnt kill the spider either just lets it out the window .

002. .   .   .   𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 ?  milo is the more romantic one so it would be him !

003.  .   .   .   𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 ?  evika . milo gets hard almost immediately its so embarrasing . NJKSNDJFS 

004.  .   .   .   𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ?  evika !

005.  .   .   .   𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 ?  evika , maybe ! she doesnt want to ruin him but honestly milo’s felt more alive than he ever has with her around

006.  .   .   .   𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 ?  evika , especially when milo gets a gf while theyre still makin sex tapes 

007.  .   .   .   𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐳𝐢𝐞𝐫 ?  evika !

008.  .   .   .   𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝟑𝐀𝐌 ?  well theyre like . roomies so they dont rly send texts NJKSDNF but mayb evika ?

009.   .   .   .  𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝 ?  LOL evika no contest

010.   .   .   .  𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 ?  milo bc he cant help the sap :/

𝒉𝒆𝒆𝒋𝒖 & 𝒍𝒚𝒍𝒆  !

𝐰𝐡𝐨   .  .  .  .

001. .   .   .   𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 ?  lyle hehe

002. .   .   .   𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 ?  if we’re talking abt proposing their whole cheatin situation it was probably definitely heeju who was like “ what she doesnt know wont hurt her :) “

003.  .   .   .   𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 ?  heeju ( see above )

004.  .   .   .   𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ?  heeju !

005.  .   .   .   𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 ?  mmm heeju , mayb ? it cld be either of them ngl LOL

006.  .   .   .   𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 ?  heeju is awfully possessive over her sister’s boyfriend :) likes to remind him who she does belong to when shes giving him head in the family bathroom

007.  .   .   .   𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐳𝐢𝐞𝐫 ?  heeju who will do anything to not get a real job LOL

008.  .   .   .   𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝟑𝐀𝐌 ?  lyle sends her cute lil sketches that hes worked on . heeju saves them all even if she doesnt reply to any of them to avoid looking like she’s been waiting for his texts :/

009.   .   .   .  𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝 ?  heeju ! shes a good camgirl for a reason

010.   .   .   .  𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 ?  heeju ! or maybe they said it at the same time tbh who knows they just rly like the sex NJSKDNFS

𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒔 & 𝒌𝒊𝒚𝒂 !

𝐰𝐡𝐨   .  .  .  .

001. .   .   .   𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 ?  kiya ! moses is big baby scared of spiders : (

002. .   .   .   𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 ?  LMAO moses probably ! he does it when theyre both drunk and after their fifth round of sex for the night and hes high on life and love and is like fuck it lets do it baby i know the law

003.  .   .   .   𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 ?  moses !

004.  .   .   .   𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ?  MOSES !

005.  .   .   .   𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 ?  MOSES do u see the pattern here NKJSDNFS

006.  .   .   .   𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 ?  kiya doesn’t get jealous much bc she believes that whatever she and moses has is real and he only loves her : ( moses only gets jealous when hes around and can see her hanging w someone else and takes it upon himself to fuck her into remembering who she belongs to ! 

007.  .   .   .   𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐳𝐢𝐞𝐫 ?  moses :)

008.  .   .   .   𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝟑𝐀𝐌 ?  moses but theyre mostly just booty calls and sexts and half hearted “miss u”s

009.   .   .   .  𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝 ?  moses !

010.   .   .   .  𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 ?  moses ! because hes a fool . and kiya’s a fool for saying it right back . :)

𝒍𝒆𝒙 & 𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒏 !

𝐰𝐡𝐨   .  .  .  .

001. .   .   .   𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 ?  lex !

002. .   .   .   𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 ?  aH probably lex because he’s a lil meticulous like that and would have everything planned down to a T !

003.  .   .   .   𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 ?  arian ! lex did a lot of planning for this fake dating but was always scared to initiate anything physical so arian had to do it for him :)

004.  .   .   .   𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ?  LEX ! again , if it isnt anything physical hehe when it comes to like dates or w/E

005.  .   .   .   𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 ?  arian’s ex would probably come back to him first bc lex is a big dick LOL but honestly at that point lex would feel more for arian than his own ex-boyfriend so he’d be the one left behind rip

006.  .   .   .   𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 ?  lex !

007.  .   .   .   𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐳𝐢𝐞𝐫 ?  arian ! lex does a lot all the time he is a walking bullet journal .

008.  .   .   .   𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝟑𝐀𝐌 ?  arian ! 

009.   .   .   .  𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝 ?  arian !

010.   .   .   .  𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 ?  lex ! it freaks him out a bit bc falling in love was not part of the plan but once he did fall he couldnt stop it so here he is … just a guy standing in front of a guy .. asking him to leave his bf and choose him instead !

𝒄𝒆𝒍 & 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒐𝒙 !

𝐰𝐡𝐨   .  .  .  .

001. .   .   .   𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 ?  cel !

002. .   .   .   𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 ?  maddox ! cel would be surprised but it wld also warm her emotionally stunted heart : (

003.  .   .   .   𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 ?  cel ! it was by their favorite tree and after they’d had yet another argument . it escalated v quickly after that .

004.  .   .   .   𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ?  both of them ! they fuck like bunnies . anywhere n everywhere . its so embarrassing like pls there r children here … NJSKDFNSJDF

005.  .   .   .   𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 ?  cel would b the first to distance herself if she felt like they were getting too close again ? she doesnt think she deserves anything happy . tragic !

006.  .   .   .   𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 ?  both of them ! they’re both equally possessive over someone they claim isn’t theirs !

007.  .   .   .   𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐳𝐢𝐞𝐫 ?  maddox !

008.  .   .   .   𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝟑𝐀𝐌 ?  maddox ! cel replies to none of them but thinks abt them the rest of the day .

009.   .   .   .  𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝 ?  cel !

010.   .   .   .  𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 ?  cel . they were drunk n she was affectionate n she missed him : (

𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏 & 𝒑𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓 !

𝐰𝐡𝐨   .  .  .  .

001. .   .   .   𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 ?  no one ! peter is fond of spiders he keeps them in a jar or lets them out the window as per mason’s request

002. .   .   .   𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 ?  peter ! he’d stumbled over his words the whole time but he powered thru bc his love for mason outweighed everything else :(

003.  .   .   .   𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 ?  mason ! after his theatre showcase at the camp . peter turned pink from head to toe .

004.  .   .   .   𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ?  mason ! peter is a big baby when it comes to relationship tingz seeing as he’s never been in one so mason would have to take the lead and be patient with him re: everything :(

005.  .   .   .   𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 ?  mason would be more likely to but tbh neither of them bc theyre the best boys and love each other too much to do that the end .

006.  .   .   .   𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 ?  peter ! cue that whole summer of him giving mason crush advice for SOMEONE ELSE like a fool !

007.  .   .   .   𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐳𝐢𝐞𝐫 ?  mason ! he’s influenced peter and now there r days they both stay in bed cuddling until noon .

008.  .   .   .   𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝟑𝐀𝐌 ?  mason ! peter replies to all of them tho dont worry :(

009.   .   .   .  𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝 ?  mason !

010.   .   .   .  𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 ?  peter . he backtracked over his words and frantically reminded mason that if he didnt feel the same way it was fine and there was no rush ( internally he was like haha please dont break my heart :( .. ) but the sigh of relief he felt when mason said he loved him too ? BREATHTAKIN !

𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒏 & 𝒍𝒆𝒗𝒊 , og legends !

𝐰𝐡𝐨   .  .  .  .

001. .   .   .   𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 ?  levi .

002. .   .   .   𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 ?  levi . it was a shotgun wedding . only one other of brooke’s sisters , half stoned , turned up as witness .

003.  .   .   .   𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 ?  levi ! it was bound to happen though , after all the incessant flirting and back and forths . inevitable .

004.  .   .   .   𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ?  both of them ! 

005.  .   .   .   𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 ?  both , too . theyre both equally bad for each other it’s . heartwarming :)

006.  .   .   .   𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 ?  arden , initially . then when she and xun started hangin out more levi turned into that :eyes: emoji so fast

007.  .   .   .   𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐳𝐢𝐞𝐫 ?  levi ! 

008.  .   .   .   𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝟑𝐀𝐌 ?  levi ! it’s mostly just him telling arden he misses her . or the bed emoji . either way arden comes for him anyway .

009.   .   .   .  𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝 ?  both !

010.   .   .   .  𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 ?  arden . the first time she says it to levi is when they’re on the rooftop of her sorority house havin sex . the night sky is pretty and the music is muffled from beneath them and levi sounds so nice moaning as she ride him prompts it to slip from her lips ! her heart stops a bit but then levi says he loves her too and it’s okay again , they’re okay again ( more than okay as he continues to help her chase her own orgasm on his dick ! ).

#lazys #the way this isnt even .. half of them #NSJKDFNSJDF #these r the solid ones from phase 2 and then some phase 1 oldies but goodies #i love them #n u kno i love U!!!!!! #lane + syd ! #aspen + nessy ! #heeju + lyle ! #lex + arian ! #moses + kiya ! #celine + maddox ! #peter + mason ! #arden + levi ! #milo + evika !

[reesewestonarchive]

chapter seven / rem belongs to @forlornraven / masterpost / mature content

Twenty five cents seems so much heavier than it should. A weight in his pocket, in his palm, and Nakoa knows getting the heaviness from him will only make him feel better, but…

He still can’t pick up the receiver.

Rain pelts against the side of the phone booth, and Nakoa shivers. Across the street, Rem sits in the van, his feet kicked up on the dashboard, smoking. Nakoa can just barely make him out through the foggy window panes.

They haven’t talked all morning. Not even so much as a hello.

With shaking fingers, Nakoa drops the coins into the payphone and lifts the receiver. Dials home, and waits.

If his father picks up, Nakoa will hang up. He’ll return to the car, he’ll ride off into the sunset with Rem. If his father picks up, Nakoa won’t listen, won’t even speak. He’ll let the fucker wonder.

“Hello?”

It’s his mother. Nakoa’s heart clenches, nausea twists his stomach into knots. He voice cracks a, “Mom?” and he feels twelve years old again, the first time Michael hit him. Donna says nothing, though, so Nakoa says, “Did I lose you…?”

“No, one moment, let me get a pad…” Then, distantly, “Just someone from work, Michael, I’ll take this in the other room.”

Relief spreads through his veins, and his eyes burn with unshed tears. She’s keeping him from Michael, and—he chokes out a laugh. Thinks if she’s stood up for him years ago, this wouldn’t have happened.

“Nakoa,” she says, her voice watery and weak. “Are you okay? I won’t ask where you are, but are you okay? Do you need money? I can—” She pauses. “I don’t know how I would get it to you, but I /could/, sweetheart, I could.”

Nakoa grips the receiver, closes his eyes tight against the onslaught of tears. Fuck. “I didn’t—No, Mom, I’m fine. Are you okay?”

A sigh of relief. “Now I know you’re safe, yes.” Another pause. “Why did you leave?”

“Don’t—this isn’t. I’m not—” He leans his head against the phone box. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“I miss you so much,” Donna says. It feels like Michael’s hands around his throat, hearing her words. “I wish you would come home.”

“I can’t. You know I can’t.” He swallows. “I just wanted to let you know I’m okay. Okay?”

“You’ll visit, though, won’t you?”

Fear grips him tight around the throat. “No—I can’t—” Once upon a time, Nakoa thought maybe he’d never get out of his father’s sight. Now that he has, the idea of ever seeing him again…

He looks back at the van, at Rem playing air guitar in the driver’s seat. “I’ll—I’ll call again, okay?”

“Nakoa, wait!” Donna hesitates, then says, “He has people looking for you. You know your father is an influential man, I just… please be careful.”

People—why the fuck would Michael care about it. Why would he waste resources on finding his own fuck up of a son?

Nakoa shakes, anxiety rocking him apart. “I gotta go. Love you, bye.”

He slams the phone down in its cradle harder than he needs to, steps out of the phone box, and stumbles to the van. The rain’s at a downpour now, and when Nakoa climbs in the passenger seat, next to Rem, he’s soaked.

“How’d it go?” Rem asks, turning down the music. Then, seeing Nakoa’s expression, asks, “Hey, what the fuck—what’s wrong?”

Nakoa’s throat feels tight, tears burning at the corner of his eyes again. He blinks, says, “Nothing,” but then Rem’s hand is on his shoulder and Nakoa breaks.

His sobs are silent, quiet things sung to the backdrop of The Cure, and Rem pulls Nakoa into a hug, awkward from the angle but no less appreciated. He speaks against Nakoa’s ears, but the blood roars too loudly in his ears to be heard.

Searching for him. Nakoa thinks about the stories Rem’s told him, about the guy with a bat, the windshield, and, when he can speak, Nakoa asks, “Did you know?”

“Know what?” But Rem sounds sufficiently confused, and Nakoa doesn’t want to believe he’d lie to him, so he decides he doesn’t believe it. “Hey.”

Nakoa doesn’t look at him. Thinks back to all the stupid shit he’s said and done, the mixtape, leaving in the first place without a plan. “Rem.”

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m here.” His voice is soft, and in the storm, Nakoa thinks this is the safest he’s ever felt. Locked away from the world in Rem’s arms.

Maybe it’s how lost he feels, maybe it’s Rem’s breath warm against his neck, but Nakoa still feels safe enough to say, “I think I’m in love with you.”

It doesn’t hurt to say them. Nakoa’s not sure if it’s because he already hurts so much, another piece of it won’t make it worse, or if it’s…

Rem’a lips brush against his neck, soft, softer than Nakoa’s used to from him, but he says nothing. After their morning, Nakoa’s surprised by his closeness, surprised by how easily he came to Nakoa, but.

“I’m an idiot,” Rem says.

Nakoa blinks. “That’s not exactly the response a guy wants to hear.” Rem laughs. “Neither is that.”

“It’s not… badly received, if that’s what you’re thinking.” Rem clears his throat, pulls away. “…you’re…that’s…”

“I wasn’t going to say it,” Nakoa says. “That’s what the tape was for. Kind of let you figure it out on your own.” Without Rem’s body heat, the van’s cold. Nakoa reaches for the knob for the heater, fingers shaking again. “I didn’t wanna fuck this up.”

Rem’s voice is soft when he says, “You wouldn’t have fucked it up. Hell, if I haven’t fucked it up…”

But commitment’s a different storm than… whatever it is they’ve been doing. Intertwined, but Nakoa knows the feelings he gets from Rem, but he’s wanted to fuck plenty of people. Rem goes farther than that.

He always has.

“Hey,” Rem says, knocking his elbow against Nakoa’s. “We’ll figure this out. That’s what we do, right?”

Figure it out. A weight settles in Nakoa’s chest. “Right.” He turns away. The van no longer feels like home, but like a prison. Maybe he was better off at home, under Michael’s thumb, or…

With a frustrated sigh, Rem says, “I’m not. I don’t mean—”

“Can we just not talk about it? Forget I said anything.”

“I can’t say it back.” Rem gives a frustrated groan. “I’ll get there, okay, I will. Just, this is important. You’re important.”

Nakoa certainly doesn’t feel that way. He clears his throat, wipes a hand down his face, and says, “Can we just go?”

-

He splurges for a hotel on the coast. It takes half of what Nakoa has left, but it’s worth it for two nights of the view of the ocean, for two nights with the salty breeze.

For two nights of Rem getting decent rest in his own bed.

They arrive at 9am to the hotel. Nakoa’s kept his distance for a while, after his accidental confession, and he hasn’t touched Rem without being touched since. He’s passed out in the passenger seat, instead of sleeping with Rem on the mattress, because the closeness feels wrong in the aftermath of Nakoa’s words.

But he steps out of the van and closes his eyes at the wind coming off the ocean, and feels peace. Water droplets spray his face, and Nakoa imagines what it might be like to drift away on waves like these, away from Michael, from money and the concern of where they’re going to sleep next.

Rem takes two towels from their room for the beach, and Nakoa disappears with a fake ID to the nearest liquor st to surprise him with a bottle of whiskey.

“Aw,” Rem says, twisting the top off. Behind him a sign reads, NO ALCOHOL ON BEACH. Rem downs half the small bottle and hands the rest to Nakoa. “You spoil me.”

Nakoa shrugs, downs the rest of it.

With the people around, Nakoa keeps to himself a little more, thankful for the excuse. Still, Rem has other ideas. “No one knows us here,” Rem says, against Nakoa’s neck. “We could fuck on the beach if you wanted.”

“And get thrown into jail?” Nakoa snorts. “Actually, fucking you might be worth the public indecency charge.”

Rem’s mouth is warm at his neck, sends shivers down Nakoa’s spine. “You think you can take me?” His voice is low, rough against Nakoa’s ear.

“Bold words,” Nakoa says, but instead of turning around and pulling him into a kiss, Nakoa elbows him in the ribs and ducks away, laughing as he takes off down the beach.

They settle, finally, a good distance away from the others. Nakoa slathers sunscreen across Rem’s back after he writes ‘fuck me’ with the lotion, feels the reverberation of Rem’s voice against his own hands as Rem speaks.

“I thought we could head back through the mountains, right? Montana, then through North Dakota.”

Nakoa wants to tell him they should go back to Colorado, but the place still has Nakoa checking over his shoulder, so maybe not. Maybe this is best, this haphazard map searching.

“Maybe settle in for a week somewhere,” Rem says. “Get a job or something.”

“You mean I get a job. When was the last time you held down anything?”

Rem shoots him a look over his shoulder, reaching for the lotion. “Depends. When was the last time I fucked you?” He pushes Nakoa back against the towel, bites at his neck. “I miss handcuffs.”

Through the fog building in his head and the heat building in his stomach, Nakoa says, “You lost the keys last time!”

“They were plastic!”

“You had to cut me out of them with wire cutters,” Nakoa says, but he’s grinning. Rem’s pressing kisses along his torso as he goes down, his hands holding him up, sinking into the sand. Nakoa really doesn’t want sand in his business anymore than strictly necessary. “I’d rather not be locked up and at your mercy for the rest of my life.”

“No?”

“Gotta have my fun too, don’t I?” For a few seconds, he just stares into Rem’s eyes, hoping, searching… until Rem pulls back with a goofy grin, and the world rights itself.

“What?” Rem’s eyes are shining.

Nakoa shrugs. “Nothing, just…” His gaze drifts, over Rem’s eyes, his hair, his tattoos—down the horizon, down the beach, across the water. From their spot in the sand, it’s hard to see anyone at all. They’re almost completely hidden by a small spot on the beach which is hidden by rocks. Rem has a mischievous glint in his eye, and he unbuttons Nakoa’s jeans, fingers moving so slow Nakoa can barely handle it, before Nakoa shoves him away with a laugh.

“Come on!”

“I’m not fucking you here,” Nakoa says, grinning like a fucking fool at Rem. He thinks about the mixtape, about Rem’s response. He thinks about what Rem had said about not being able to say it back.

He thinks about Rem, about how much Nakoa does love him, in spite of his bullshit, in spite of the shitty things that he drags them through.

Nakoa’s hands ache for a joint, and all he wants to do is get high and fuck, slow and leisurely, until Nakoa’s not sure where he ends and Rem begins, but Rem, here, sober and smiling and pleased…

He’ll take it.

Rem covers him in sunscreen and presses open mouthed kisses along Nakoa’s shoulders, then pulls him up against a rock and leans against one of the shadowed sides. Sunglasses sit atop Rem’s nose, blocking out the sun. He’s already turning red, though, Rem.

With a longing glance towards the water, Nakoa crawls up to lie beside Rem. He sinks into the warm sand, like a backrub against his muscles, cramped from the van. If he lifts his head, just a little, he sees Rem.

The warmth, the breeze, the distant sound of kids playing. Rem sitting at his feet, his breathing quiet and steady.

It’s more like this than it isn’t, but it’s still not often enough that Nakoa won’t take the brief respite from the bullshit.

Nakoa dozes. Dreams of small ocean-side cottages and sex in motel rooms, in resorts. Working at a job he doesn’t hate, of Rem’s smile and his laugh and the cadence to his voice when he’s trying to turn Nakoa on (so, always).

When he wakes, Rem’s fucking with a Walkman, fumbling tapes between his fingers. “Hey,” he says, nudging Nakoa with his foot. “Come here.”

So Nakoa goes, because he always goes, settles in between Rem’s legs, his back to Rem’s chest, and waits for Rem to plop the Walkman in his lap. Rem shoves the headphones on over Nakoa’s ears and says, “Listen. Yeah?”

His hand brushes down along Nakoa’s arm, and, after hesitating for just a second, Rem presses play.

#road to nowhere au #my writing #I forgot about this oops #I mean I've been writing it #but I forgot about it

[ff15trashgoldenslumbers]

Could I please request an imagine where the chocobros s/o is being held captive by Ardyn or the empire as a means to get information about the group and to lure them out and a rescue is staged? Can be successful or unsuccessful, whatever you like, if it isnt too much trouble. Thank you

I believe these two go together…This one just kept being the same story, so I made it an OT4 +1 because I kept forgetting who I was writing lol.

~~~~~~

Your head lulled softly to the side as you hissed weakly, trying to recall how it was that you got in this situation. Your eyes felt heavy and you felt like you were going to go under again, a soft pant escaping your body, as you coughed up blood again, destroying the beautiful dress that you were gifted from your boyfriends for tonight’s Gala, but they never got to see you in it.

Since all of them had to be at the Citadel much earlier than yourself, they stated that they would send a car to gather you. Only the car that arrived was actually a trap set for you. Those within the Prince’s entourage are often seen as bargaining chips. You heard one of the kidnappers say something along that line.

“Are you awake?”

You flinched at that voice, the slight motion causing your bindings to tighten further around you and have you muffle a cry in pain. This man was the worse.

“Do let me know if you’re feeling unwell.” The man chuckled, “Tsk, it looks like you’ve gotten blood all over your  pretty dress.”

You let out another cry as he grabbed your hair, yanking your head back so you were forced to look to the man.

“Why the harsh look, I’ve been treating you very well since you’ve joined us last night.”

Last night, it was already in the morning, how long were you out? Your eyes turned to the redhead man as he still had a hold of your hair. How long was he going to keep you here, and you had to wonder, if or when he would get rid of you.

“Now, dear lady, how is your acting?”

*

The Citadel was in a lockdown, had been since last night. It wasn’t common knowledge of the relationship of the Prince and his closest friends had, that was not the King or his most trusted men. Yet when a note appeared last night consisting of a picture of you bound and gagged in a Nif Airship, along with a note of “More to follow”, King Regis canceled the party and had all of his men placed on high alert and refuse to allow his son or his friends to leave the Citadel walls.

“We have to go.” Noctis stated, agitated since he had not slept well last night after seeing the note.

“We are currently under a shut down enforced by the King, even you can not overrule that Noct.” Ignis replied, resting a hand on Noctis’s.

“Besides we don’t even know where they have her,” Gladiolus growled from the other side of the room. “That picture was on an airship, there’s no telling where she could be.”

Prompto sighed heavily, looking to the tea in his hands, Ignis had made it to calm down his stomach, it had grown cold a long time ago, untouched. Only to look up as Ignis reached for the cup, cradling the tearstained freckled cheek. Prompto gave the man a watery smile since the news broke Ignis had been seeing to the others, more than likely to keep his mind off of you.

The four young men turned to the door just after 8:22am when the heard a knock at the door, followed by Cor entering.

“We have received word from Nifhelm.”

The four men stood in an empty conference room, along with Regis, Clarus, and Cor, looking to a disk that had arrive less than an hour ago. With a silent conversation between them, the disk was entered into a player as the tv lite up brightly.

On the screen you sat, tied to a large plush red chair, arms held down by rope to the huge armrests, your head hung forward, your dress covered in blood, ripped to shreds. To each side stood a Magic Tek unit, one holding a gun, the other a shock baton. Everyone in the room worried that you were dead, only for a jumbled voice to sound on the screen.

“Wake her up.”

The M.T to your right, jabbed you with the stun baton, you screamed loudly as it jolted you awake. You panted heavily, before coughing up blood further ruining your once beautiful dress. Slowly your head rose to face the camera, unfocused eyes looking to the camera, blood going down your chin a huge bruise forming against your check, more littered your arms.

“Come now, as we rehearsed.”

You coughed again, only to whimper as the gun of the MT unit to your left, “Ki..King Regis, Prince Noctis, by…by request of Nilfhelm for the safe return of myself, this wish to make an exchange. Myself for the…” You swallowed, looking to the man behind the camera lens, as tears begun to fall down your cheeks. You weren’t a fighter, you had no magic. You were a simple person in love with men that were like a fantasy. You closed your eyes taking a deep breath as you continued, “For the Ring of Lucii, if these requests are not met by sundown today, they will…” You sobbed softly, trying to regain your composer again. “I ask that you please,

“Please don’t! I am not worth this! My life is nothing compared to those you protect! Please don’t, Ah!” You screamed as the MT on your left slammed the butt of his gun into your head, only for the one to your right to shocked you again.

“Stick to what we rehearsed, dear.”

You painted, spit coming from your mouth as you tried to regain yourself, turning your eyes back up to the camera as you gained your voice again, sitting back in the chair. Your hair a mess, your face swollen and bruised, your body ached everywhere still you smiled brightly, “I’m sorry, I’ve been a horrible actress. I would like to try again.

“King Regis, Prince Noctis, and to whomever else may be listening, I could not wished to have been born underneath a more lucky star than to be a part of such a beautiful Kingdom. I love it with all my heart. I’m sorry I could not return home, please forgive me.” You let out another shriek as you were shocked again, this time you head slumped forward and you didn’t move.

Only for the screen to go black and coordinates to appear quickly.

*

“I don’t care!” Prompto yelled. “They don’t care about Y/N but I do, I won’t let them keep hurting her.”

“Prompto, we can not go against the Court’s the orders.” Ignis attempted to reason, even uttering those words made him sick, he wanted absolutely nothing but to have you in his arms again.

As this was a matter of security, Regis had to involve the court, and the at this time it was the entire council against the King’s and Prince’s wishes to go on a rescue mission. Still, Regis dragged it on time and time again, attempting to appeal to the men to at the very least stage a rescue attempt to get you back. Yet the council stood firm, refusing to sacrifice even the smallest resource in an attempt to return you home, at the moment everyone was on a recess to calm down and clear heads.

“It’s not fair, she’s not a fighter!” Prompto growled tears escaping, “She’s hurt and scared, she was trying to be brave so we wouldn’t worry. I don’t, I don’t want the last memory of Y/N to be like that. We were supposed to make sure nothing bad happened to her! We, we promised her.”

Gladiolus sighed, as he walked over to the small blonde pulling him forward to hug the smaller man, stroking his head, “None of us do, Prompto. There are just rules we are required to follow.”

Ignis turned to Noctis who had been silent the entire time, “Noct?”

Noctis growled, his Father was doing everything in his power to get you back, he couldn’t just sit here. Yet Regis had often told him, that fighting with one’s words was always a tougher battle than swords. Still, that sad smile you gave, he knew the other heard it too, your soft call of love to the four of them, apologizing because you failed them, have accepted a death they could easily save you from.

“Noctis?” Ignis called as the Prince stood.

“Prompto’s right, it’s our job to protect Y/N. The council will keep talking in circles until sunset when it won’t matter. We’re going to rescue, Y/N.” Noctis growled as he moved to the door, only to stop as it opened.

“There you are.” Regis called, stepping into the room, flanked by Clarus and Cor. “The recess is almost over, Noctis I need you to understand…”

“I’m going.” Noctis replied, cutting off his Father, he refused to let anyone stand in his way.

Regis looked taken back, before chuckling, “I’m glad to hear that, what I was going to say was that, we’ve supplied a car. We will handle things here.”

Noctis turned to his three boyfriends in the room, seeing that they were all just as shocked to hear the news. “Dad.”

“We’ll keep the council busy,” Clarus replied, “You all focus on your mission.”

“ You will be able to reach Y/N quickly if you take the back road, should you require back up, we will have a medic and two troop vehicles trail you should you require them,” Cor replied handing Ignis the keys, and a smaller walkie.

Regis rested a hand on Noctis’s shoulder, “Bring Y/N back to us.”

*

“Are you awake?”

You attempted to move your head, but at this point, you figured that whatever it was that they broke inside of you was still bleeding and you more than likely would die from internal bleeding shortly. Still you were happy that the man who had entered your room was the small blonde. At least you hoped it was him, since you were blindfolded now, and the red-headed man allowed them MT units to rough you up pretty good.

“…mm.” You muttered weakly.

You heard a sigh of relief at this, “That’s good, can you lift your head?”

You could hardly manage that, as you groaned again.

The blonde made another noise before you heard him move away from you and the woosh of the door opening, “Highwind come here.”

“What is it Loqi?” A female voice called, “Shit! What did they do to her?”

“The Chancellor wants us to keep her alive, he believes that someone will come for her.”

The woman spoke again, “Where is the Chancellor?”

“Returned home.”

The lady scoffed, “Typical. Leave us with the mess.”

“It was a foolish plan to start with, risking the life of a young girl, who’s not even involved in any of this.” A new voice growled.

“High Commander Ravus.” The two called.

You recalled that name, he was Noctis’s friend’s elder brother, you flinched as something brushed your face.

“Careful, take this.”

You felt something push against your lips, but with the previous torment that you’ve been through you rather just die from your injuries than allow them to poison you.

“I assure you it’s not poison.” Ravus’s voice called, “Aranea untie her  blindfold, Loqi post a lookout.”

You blinked rapidly as light flooded your world, attempting to sit up only to gasp at the throb in your chest.

“As I expected, you more than likely have a few broken ribs and internal bleeding. This will slow it down but you’ll need to seek medical attention.” He replied, pushing the blue bottle to your lips again.

“…wha…why?”

“Why what?”

“Help…” You called weakly.

Ravus sighed softly, still tilting the bottle for you to drink, “This was never your fight.”

You smiled weakly, as you cupped his hand holding the potion. You knew all Nifs weren’t bad.

The one name Loqi quickly ducked back in the room, “The Chancellor wants us on the bridge, seems the Prince and some of his friends just go on board without the ring.”

Ravus stood, “Aranea get her out of here, take her to the starboard side, I’ll lead them to us, give her up, without too much of a fight.”

“Ruin my fun.” Aranea chuckled.

Loqi leaned back into the room, “They’ve taken out about 24 units, we need to go.”

You reached forward taking Ravus’s hand, as he turned toward you, “Thank you.”

Ravus gave you a nod before he followed Loqi out the room.

“All right Princess, we’re gonna play a little game,” Aranea called blindfolding you again, before lifting you up. “Try to hold on. It would be a shame if you died when your heroes just got here.”

*

This wasn’t good, they were drawing too much attention, they hadn’t triggered an alarm just yet, but still MT units were coming quickly and they hadn’t a chance to try and look for you. It was only a  matter of time before they were noticed on board.

“In the video, they look to have her in some kind of boiler room or something,” Gladiolus grunted tossing two more MT units over the side of the ship.

“They would have moved her by now, I believe the holding cells are typically just below the deck, toward the center of the ship.” Ignis retorted, back pressed against the hallway wall, his daggers drawn, only to notice blonde hair and red armor go by. “Gladio.”

Gladiolus peaked around the corner and smirked, “Got it.”

As soon as the smaller man stepped around the corner, he was thrown to the floor and had 6 foot 6 of muscle holding him down. “What the, get off me!”

“Loqi Tummelt, if I am not to be mistaken.” Ignis sneered.

Using Loqi as a map, the group followed his directions to the top of the airship, only to find a person in rather sharp black armor holding your body, and from the pale look of your face and the way the person was holding you it wasn’t certain of how long you were to stay with them.

“Highwind!”

The person turned, a spiked mask hiding their face, only to turn again as they saw Ravus approach them from behind. “Any plans now High Commander?”

“Give me the girl,” Ravus called, as you were hand over to the man, turning your head to avoid coughing blood onto his white jacket. “Stay with me a little longer, you’ll be home soon.”

You moaned, vision still hidden behind the blindfold, home sounded lovely. You could maybe wait until then.

“Give us back, Y/N!” Noctis barked, his sword drawn.

“Drop your weapons Prince Noctis, or the girl goes overboard,” Ravus called above the howling winds

You felt Ravus’s fingers dig further into your dress, to make certain the exact opposite would happen. He was rather the sweet gentleman.

“Do it, and we throw pipsqueak over too.” Gladiolus hissed, holding Loqi by the back of his armor, his free hand twisting the man’s right arm to his shoulder blade. This threat was real.

“Fair exchange, him for the girl,” Ravus called.

Noctis glanced over his shoulder at his boyfriends behind him, each ready to take the offense to get you back. “Drop your weapon.”

“You as well.”

Noctis held his sword out, vanishing it back to Armiger, feeling Prompto and Ignis follow his lead as Gladiolus’s broadsword wouldn’t fit in the narrow airship passage, and he was tasked with restraining Loqi.

“There shall be no interference from your friend.” Ignis called standing back as Gladiolus shoved Loqi forward, “An even trade.”

As Gladiolus and Ravus moved their hostages to the center of the ship, both waiting for the other to betray or make an unjusitce move.

“Hand her over,” Gladiolus growled, his grip on Loqi a little tighter than need be.

“Don’t do it.” Loqi growled trying to ignore the pain in his shoulder, he had a part to act. “That girl is our bargaining chip if they came to rescue her think of what else we have.”

Ravus turned to the younger man, hopefully, it was convincing, he felt your breathing start to become more labored, he couldn’t drag this out, but needed to make certain that Loqi came out this live as well. “Here.”

Gladiolus quickly shoved Loqi away as he cradled you in his arms, not daring to turn his back on the Nilfhelms before him.

“You have 5 minutes to get off my ship.” Ravus hissed, turning away from the others, sparing a final glance to you. Hopefully, you would make it.

*

It was a race at this point, once back on the ground, Ignis called the medic, who had determined that you indeed had two broken ribs and had internal bleeding and had gone into shock twice before they had made it back to the Citadel.

It was another sleepless night in the Citadel.

“We’ve got her stable, we just have to wait now.”

So they waited 3 days, you had fallen asleep and had visitors time and time again. Many of the Crownguard had left flowers and stuffed animals around your bedside. Even King Regis made it a point to stop by every day to visit you, and had the doctors personally update him on your situations as he was footing your hospital bill. He had stated that it was the least he could do since the Council through everything still refused to assist well until after sunset and you were already in the hospital.

Which came to the conclusion, they were looking to find someone to put the blame on for acting out and going to rescue you without proper protocol. Only for the entire Crown Guard to state that that did it, and they couldn’t Court Marshal all of them, who would else would be there to protect their old asses. So it was dropped.

“Hey, Iggy.” Prompto called moving into the room with the others, pressing a kiss to the man’s cheek. “How is she?”

They had all taken shifts to watch over you, once you were out the OR and given the clear by the doctors.

“She’s gotten her color back, and the bruises are starting to fade. We received some lab test back and it would appear that she had traces of potion within her.” Ignis replied, setting down some paperwork, that he had been working on.

“So what, they were pumping her just to hurt her?” Gladiolus scoffed, pressing a kiss to your forehead, frowning that an airmask was over your lips due to the collapsed lung.

“I don’t think that would be true, that potion was saving her life. I also don’t believe that Ravus was the one in the video.” Ignis replied, as Noctis all but crawled into his lap, a common occurrence.

“Yeah, when you think about it even when Ravus handed Y/N over he was nice about it.” Prompto replied, pulling up a chair, only to pout as Gladiolus took it instead. Squeaking as he was pulled onto the man’s lap.

“Indeed, Ravus may be of the enemy side.” Ignis stated, adjusting Noctis.

“But even Ravus doesn’t have that big of a stick up his ass.” Noctis scoffed, getting a disapproving look from Ignis.

“I feel we could have phrased that better.” Ignis sighed.

Prompto leaned forward brushing your hair from your face, before noticing the small Moogle beside your head, “Iris stopped by today?”

“Last night, she thought that Gladiolus was still here. She talked to Y/N for a bit.” Ignis replied.

As the small talk grew for a few minutes…

Everyone turned as they heard the EKG machine suddenly pulse, they had watched twice in the OR it flatline, but each time you were brought back. Quickly it fluttered to life as your eyes fluttered open, only for you to inhale deeply before you begun to cough heavily, rolling to your side as you begun to shiver, ripping your IVs out.

Prompto jumped from Gladiolus’s lap as he ran into the hall to grab a nurse, while Ignis and Gladiolus attempted to stop you from causing more damage to yourself. Only to step back as a few nurses entered the room, getting you under control, they checked your vitals and found that you were fine simply too much adrenaline in your body when you awoken.

You smiled weakly as the nurses left the room, stating they would bring you up some food shortly. Only to turn to your four boyfriends, step towards the bed once they gave the all clear, only for you to lower your head and start sobbing.

“I…I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

“Y/N.” Prompto whispered, stepping forward tears falling from his eyes.

“Y/N, you have nothing to apologize for.” Ignis replied.

“I do, if I was better this wouldn’t happen and you wouldn’t, I’m sorry.” You cried trying to push away your tears as quickly as they fell. “I’m so useless and stupid.”

“Come on, Babe, don’t talk like that,” Gladiolus whispered stroking your head.

Noctis stepped forward, cupping your cheeks as he lifted your head, forcing you to look into his eyes, making certain you saw the tears before he pressed a kiss to your lips.  “We will always look for you.”

You sobbed loudly, as he stepped away allowing Ignis to press a kiss to your lips next, followed by Gladiolus and finishing with Prompto, yet your tears kept falling. You tried to stop them when you were aboard the ship but now.

“I was…I was so scared and I…” You cried harder,  it felt so much like when you were a child. Stuck inside your bedroom as a thunderstorm raged outside, lighting up your walls as you cried for someone to rescue you. You were powerless then and now, it was frightening to not have that control. To be reduced to that level of fear again. You wanted comfort more than anything right now, so you held out your arms, much like the child your believed yourself to be at this moment.

Only to find them full of love in a moment.

A fortress of love surrounded you, one that you felt was also shaken to the core. You had played the part of someone who wasn’t afraid, but all you wanted was this moment more than anything, so you allowed your tears to fall and you sobbed into a shoulder before you. You were alive enough to do so.

Two days later you were released from the hospital to the care of your boyfriends, your first stop was to the Citadel as King Regis had requested your presence since he had not been able to see you since you woke up, aside from video chat.

You were placed in your wheelchair once reaching the top stairs, having had explicit instructions that you were to not put any strain on yourself until you healed 100 percent, even though Gladiolus insisted that he carry you around, which was shut down by Ignis, as you needed to properly heal. You knew that part would be easy.

The harder part was stopping yourself from hyperventilating each time you closed your eyes for extended periods of time. Lucky King Regis footed for the best physiatric in the Kingdom, and you had wonderful boyfriends to cuddle those horrid thoughts away.

You were wheeled into the Citadel only to have a maid stop you at the door.

“Excuse me, Miss. Y/N, His Royal Highness has provided you a change of wardrobe.”

You looked back to your four boyfriends who also seemed confused, “I’ll meet you in the throne room.” You smiled, as the maid took over wheeling you to change. Only to find a replica of the dress that you were wearing the night you were stolen.

“We had given it a looser fit. We were all rather worried, and are happy to see you are faring better.” The maid smiled, helping you to stand to assist you in getting undress as you grew teary-eyed. “Oh goodness, we’ll have to fix that, the King has very exciting news for you.” She giggled, “While we get you ready, would you care for tea and cake?”

As you were wheeled into the throne room, you were shocked to see the council there. Clarus had explained the fight they had to go through with you and how the old buzzards refused to assist you, not that it stopped Regis from doing what he wanted when he brought Iris for a visit. Only for your attention to turn to Regis upon the throne, Noctis beside him.

“Y/N, I am happy to see that you are faring better.”

You smiled softly, makeup did wonders for your bruised face, “Thank you, Your Majesty.”

Regis chuckled, before straightening his spine, clearing his throat, “It seems that unfortunately, you were unable to make it to the Gala, so we will have to this without the paparazzi should you not mind.”

You shook your head, confused as to what he was referring to, “Of course not, Your Majesty.”

Regis stood, only to stop as he heard someone on the council clear their throat, “Does the council have anything to say?”

“It does not matter of her injuries, she will have to reach out to you.” One of the men stated.

Noctis bristled, along with the other men on your side in the room, as he glared down to the men, “She has just been released…”

“If it shall please the court.” You called, as you stood from your chair, stumbling to your heeled feet. “I do not mind Your Majesty, as there are rules, even I cannot be excluded from.”

Regis looked rather concerned, “Are you certain?”

You smiled bright to the court, the biggest middle finger you could do without actually extending your finger,“It would be my honor.”

You lifted your skirts as you moved toward the stairs, smiling as you felt Prompto and Gladiolus flank you to catch you if you lost your footing and stumbled backward. The climb took you quite a bit of time as you moved to the platform just below Noctis and Regis’s throne, thankful for Ignis to offer his arm to you as you stood before them, with a soft sway and very heavy pant mostly leaning on Ignis for support.

“It had been requested for quite some time, and that this thought has been on my mind, yet it seems that there are some that did not believe you deserved this,” Regis stated, his eyes cutting to the council. “Yet the bravery you gave throughout all of this, proves them wrong. The Kingdom is lucky to have one a loyal as yourself. If you would not mind, kneeling.”

You smiled feeling Ignis to one side and Clarus step to the other helping you to kneel in your large dress, before stepping away. You watched as Regis held out his hand, watching a beautiful sword appear in it.

“With the power vested in me, I pronounce you, Lady Y/N of the Lucian court.” He called tapping your shoulders with the flat end of the blade. “It is my honor as your King to bestow this upon you, and I believe no one deserves it more.”

You smiled as tears began to fall, as you bow your head, it still hadn’t completely sunken in just yet, “I am so honored King Regis,” You turned blurry eyes to Noctis beside him, “Prince Noctis. I will do my best to live to your expectations.”

Regis gave you a smile,“I know that you will, as you already have.”

You cooed, as Noctis stepped forward, offering you his hands to assist you in standing, before giving you to Ignis, who helped you to the stairs where Gladiolus was waiting. The large man fed up with your pushing back your healing as he scooped you up easily, and descended the stairs, Ignis and Noctis trailing after him, to your wheelchair where Prompto was waiting.

“I do expect that you will all see to her recovery,” Regis called. “Once Y/N is back to full health she will be taking her seat on the council. It is about time that we get some young fresh ideas.”

You smiled brightly, you were truly born underneath a lucky star.

#This came to 4k words #Idk how that happened! #ot4 plus 1 #poly relationships #Polyship Roadtrip #i apologize for nothing #Noctis Lucis Caelum #noctis x reader #prompto argentum #prompto x reader #gladiolus amicitia #gladiolus x reader #ignis scientia #ignis x reader #chocobros #chocobros x reader #high commander ravus #loqi tummelt #aranea highwind #ardyn #King Regis #ffxv headcanons #final fantasy 15 headcanons #final fantasy xv head #FF15 Headcanons #ff15 fanfiction #ffxv fanfiction #final fantasy xv fanfiction

[all-hail-the-witcher]

(Once you get the writing juice back) some Ralbert Angst?? But not too too too angst,,, like go far but have a happy end?? Idk

this didn’t really turn out the way I wanted it too

oh well

i also wrote it in the car while drinking a Starbucks strawberry frappe and honestly it wasn’t that great

_____________

ship: ralbert

genre: angst

warnings: mentions of bad previous relationships, emotional freak out (??)

word count: 1434

editing: um

_____________

Race woke up reaching for Albert only to realize that he wasn’t there.

Race shot up with a start. “Albert?” He called, stepping out of bed and pulling on a sweatshirt. “Albie where are you?”

He wandered through their apartment hesitantly looking in the kitchen, bathroom, living room and all of the closets for any sign of his boyfriend but he wasn’t there.

Finally, he reached for his phone and called him as a last resort. Maybe he had just run to the store and had forgotten to leave a note. But when he heard Albert’s phone ringing from the kitchen counter he slid down the wall in defeat, tears threatening to spill from his eyes. Wherever Albert was, he didn’t want to be found.

•••

Elmer woke to find his best friend laying next to him. He jumped back in shock. Albert was still wearing his pajamas, indicating that he had come in sometime during the night. His eyes were also puffy and he could see dried tear tracks staining his cheeks.

Elmer sighed. This wasn’t the first time this had happened, but it was the first time it had happened while Albert was dating Race. Honestly, Elmer had been convinced he would never have to deal with this again, Race didn’t seem like the type of person who would intentionally hurt Albert, but Albert hadn’t exactly told Race about his past relationships so he might have accidentally done or said something to push Albert over the edge.

He sighed and put his arm gently around Albert, combing his fingers through his hair. Albert shifted under his touch, eyes opening slightly.

“Hey,” he whispered, snuggling closer to Elmer.

“Hi,” Elmer whispered back. “What’s up?”

Albert shrugged, his eyes shifting away from Elmer’s gaze.

Even after all this time, Elmer still remembered the standard questions to ask in this situation. “Are you physically hurt?” he asked.

“No.” Alright that was good.

“Does anyone know you’re here?”

A pause. “No.”

Elmer sighed. Race was going to be worried when he woke up and Albert wasn’t there. “Did he say something intentional or accidental?”

Albert considered for a moment. “Accidental,” he decided.

“Does he know you’re upset?”

Albert gave a small shake of his head.

Alright. Last question. “On a scale of 1-10 how bad is it?”

Albert glanced down at the bed while he thought. “Maybe like a 6 or a 7” he mumbled.

“Okay,” Elmer whispered. This wasn’t the worst it had ever been. In the back of his mind, a memory surfaced where Albert had shown up on his doorstep at 2 in the morning, crying and clutching his side, saying that it was a 12. He shuddered at the thought. “Do you wanna talk about it yet?”

Albert shook his head. “Could you just… I don’t know….. hold me for a little while?”

“Of course.” Elmer drew Albert into his chest, rubbing calming circles into his back. Albert tucked his head under Elmer’s chin, needing to be as close to him as possible. After a few minutes, he spoke up.

“Race said the L word last night. To me.”

Elmer breathed a sigh of relief. That wasn’t too bad. Still slightly inconvenient, but not the worst thing. “What did you say back?” He asked in return.

“Nothing,” Albert mumbled. “He thought I was asleep.”

“Well do you feel the same way about him?” Elmer asked gently.

Albert nodded into Elmer’s shoulder. “But I’m not ready to say that. Everyone’s who said that has left. I don’t want him to leave too.”

“I’m sure Race will understand,” Elmer reassured him. “He has his own baggage as well. And he’s always been fairly understanding of your feelings.”

“I guess,” Albert sniffled into Elmer’s chest. “I just don’t want to loose him, El. He’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

“I know, I know.” Elmer’s heart went out to his friend, he’d been through so much and just when he’d managed to find the right person, something like this happened.

“He deserves to hear it though,” Albert whispered. “He’s the greatest person, I wish I could say it to him. It’s only 8 letters. Why can’t I say them Elmer?”

He sounded so heartbroken and sad. Elmer pulled him closer. “Everyone’s different. You’ll be able to say it one day, I promise.”

Albert seemed satisfied with this answer, so Elmer continued rubbing his back and providing all of the physical comfort that he could.

After about an hour, he pulled away. “I should call Race and tell him where you are. He’s probably worried sick.”

“No!” Albert protested. “I don’t want to see him yet!”

“Shh, shh, it’s okay, you don’t have to see him right away,” Elmer comforted him. “I just want to let him know that you’re okay so he doesn’t have a panic attack, alright?”

“Okay,” Albert mumbled.

Elmer reached over and picked up his phone to call Race. As soon as he turned on his phone it was flooded by messages from the group chat. He scrolled through them quickly.

racegoesnyoom: anyone got a 20 on alkackjelly: nospotthedifference: isnt he with you at your apt ?montagues4ever: ^^^racegoesnyoom: no i woke up and he was gonewelovethecrutch: im sure hes not farracegoesnyoom: im just worried something happened to himmom: I’m sure he’s fine, Race. Let us know when you find him.

“Race is worried about you,” Elmer said while he waited for Race to pick up. “He texted the group chat.”

“Tell him I’m fine,” Albert mumbled, rolling over.

Elmer laughed. “Will do.”

“Hello?” Race answered the phone, he sounded distressed.

“Hey Race,” Elmer said. “I just thought I’d tell you, I’ve got Albert at my place.”

“Oh, thank god,” the relief in Races voice was evident. “Is he okay? What happened?”

“He’s fine,” Elmer said. “He’s just a little rattled.”

“Why? What happened? Did I do something?”

“Wellllll,” Elmer looked over at Albert and he nodded to continue, “sorta. You see, aparently last night you thought Albert was asleep and you told him you loved him..?”

“Oh, he wasn’t supposed to hear that,” Race sighed.

“I know,” Elmer said. “But, see, he’s had some negative experiences with people telling him that they loved him. So, when you said that, he kinda freaked out. He came to my place sometime last night.”

“Oh, I- I didn’t mean to…” Race sounded close to tears.

“I know. He knows that too,” Elmer said quickly. “It doesn’t change anything between you two, he’s just not ready for that yet.”

“Okay, I understand,” Race said. “When can I come get him?”

“Probably like an hour,” Elmer said and Albert nodded from his spot on the bed.

“Okay, I’ll be there. Tell Al-” he hesitated. “Tell him I’m sorry.” Then he hung up.

Elmer placed his phone back on the night table, and wrapped his arms back around Albert. “Race says he’s sorry.”

“He’s got no reason to be,” Albert said. “I’m the one that’s screwed up.”

“Al, you’re not-”

“Just don’t, El,” Albert sighed. “Just don't.”

Elmer sighed and wrapped his arms around Albert again. “You’re not screwed up,” he whispered.

•••

An hour later the doorbell rang and Albert stayed on the bed when Elmer jumped up to answer it.

A minute later he returned with one very worried Race in tow. He stood awkwardly in the doorway, trying to figure out what to do.

Albert stared at Race for a moment until he became overwhelmed by the need to hold him and jumped off the bed, throwing his arms around him.

“I was so worried about you,” Race whispered. “You can’t just disappear like that.”

“I’m sorry,” Albert apologized. “But I was freaked out and I always used to go to Elmer when I was having relationship problems.”

“What kind of problems?” Race asked concernedly. “If you’re comfortable sharing.”

Albert took a deep breath. “Abuse, cheating, that kind of stuff.”

Races arms tightened around him and he could feel his shoulders shaking. Was Race crying? “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I don’t know,” Albert said. “It doesn’t matter anymore anyway.”

“Yes it does,” Race insisted. “You mean everything to me. I want to know these things.”

“Okay,” Albert whispered.

“And I’m sorry for saying that last night,” Race added. “I didn’t know.”

“It’s okay,” Albert reassured him. “I’m fine now.”

Race continued to stand with his arms around Albert, running his fingers through his hair and whispering I’m sorry over and over.

After a few minutes, Albert pulled away. “Can we go home and cuddle?”

“Of course babe.”

________________

this was not good. 

I give it a 64.2/100

feedback is always appreciated hmu via ask to be on the tag list

tag list

@fairly-awkward-trashcan

@well-the-kids-do-too

@racetrackcook

@bouncyscreamingnewsboys

@ughwaitwhat

@aw-jus-let-em-try

@ben-cook-can-cook

@the-woild-is-my-what-now

@elmer-s-s0cks

@voice-foundshoe-lost

@galaxy-trees13

@stopthe-presses

@ridin-in-style

@pinecovewoods

@imjusttheoutgoingsidekick

@i-got-no-clue-what-im-doing

@bencookisagod

@be-more-chill-evan-hansen

@hellasoulless

@stellar-alpaca

@saxoph-ella

@disney-princess-sized

#saphie scribbles #ralbert #i hate this

[animalcrossingtownlore]

Trial Captain Headcanons

ah. fuckin hell. i made this a few days ago but my dad walked in and said he needed to use my computer and i freaked the fuck out so i had to delete my history in 0000.1 seconds. um. not sure how seconds work.

llima:

- THIS boi is rich af. but sometimes he forces his parents to donate some of their money to some random charity at least every few weeks because he wants to have a good reputation. he is a trial captain, after all. 

- is kind of a clean freak, and hates germs. so whenever he comes into the classroom, and a bunch of tiny germy disgusting toddlers crowd around his legs trying to get his attention he cringes deeply. never says anything tho.

- in the anime, its canon that he has fangirls. that should be canon in every version of llima tbh. but!!! consider this!!!! a GAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY and PROUDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD llima!!!

- its canon that he’s been to kalos before, so i imagine that llima fucking LOVES kalos. like, he really REALLY loves kalos. he feels emotionally connected to that place. that’s the region he’s moving to when he gets older. no exceptions

- visits all of the different islands of alola to check in on everybody. he tries to be nice like that. llima is a good neighbor. but let me tell you---

- surprise surprise children. llima. he makes mistakes too. and whenever he does make a mistake he cringes again.

- honestly? i like to think that llima tries his best to act nice and shit, but really he’s hiding a more rude interior inside him. do u even know who llima is? hes a little sassy. but also a little TOO perfect. i think he’s hiding something tbh.

Lana:

- is super best friends with mallow. they live in konikoni city together, so they’ve been friends since they were toddlers. and i mean. best best friends! they have sleepovers literally almost every day.

- lana is the second shortest trial captain. she used to feel a little insecure about being short.... until she saw wittle babby sophocles.

- so in ultra pokemon sun/moon, there were wishiwashi... but instead a shitty araquanid came out of nowhere. what if lana had actually no idea that would even happen. it just happened randomly. and she went with it. wow. that’s lana for you!

- LET’S BE HONEST. LANA IS THE BIGGEST PIECE OF SHIT EVER. SHE IS THE MOST CLEVER AND CUNNING BITCH. LANA KNOWS ALL OF THE TRICKS/PRANKS. IF FACT, SHE HAS PRANKED ALL OF THE TRIAL CAPTAINS, THE KAHUNAS, AND RANDOM TOURISTS IN ALOLA. NOBODY KNOWS WHO THE PRANKSTER IS. THERE IS A FUCKING WANTED WARRANT FOR THE PRANKSTER. THIS GIRL IS WANTED AND SHE FUCKING LOVES IT---

-even so, lana is the best big sister. her little twin sisters, harper and sarah, love her. for good reason, too. she takes care of them all the time and takes them everywhere.

- so in the english anime she has a super soft and sweet voice. ummmmm.... no bitches. lana has a kinda deep/somewhat dead inside voice that’s somehow calming. punch me. i won’t stop talking about this.

- takes morning swims, evening swims, mid-afternoon swims, midnight swims, has days where she just swims and fishes and that’s all she does.

Kiawe:

- In the anime kiawe has a little sister. And he IS protective of her. He IS a good brother. Omg. imagine kiawe seeing his little sister play with one of his fire-type pokemon, and he’s low-key scared the pokemon will burn her to ashes. Poor bby

- prefers dancing over any exercise ever, that’s a fact! but!!!! Kiawe plays “just dance” and he gets a perfect score ever gotdamn time i swear he does and he gets the best workout from it.

- What if kiawe is somewhat scared of lana because of her awesome as shit water types. Oh no. he knows he could never win-

- Y’know the hiker bitch??? Yeah him and kiawe are good friends. I can see them hanging out together. Like what if hiker bitch is lonely and kiawe is lonely too. So they are best friends. (but guys, you notice how lana and mallow live in one city? But kiawe is just in paniola town alone? There’s probs not many people in paniola town tbh)

- Kiawe is a dork and uses thousands of hair gel bottles to get his hair lookin so good.

- So you see those teeth on his necklace? they’re teeth from charizard. a charizard willingly gave kiawe some teeth so he could have a badass af necklace. Kiawe is good with pokemon especially big and dangerous ones

- Really loves those moments where he hangs out with the other trial captains, he loves the meetings. He has gone to every. Single. Meeting. Not even shitting you right now he has. It’s also because he’s responsible and shit  

Mallow:

- DID YOU GUYS SEE THE ALOLAN BROCK EPISODE. I HAVE. MALLOW LOVES HER BROTHER BUT AT THE SAME TIME WISHES THAT HE WOULD GET A FUCKING LIFE ALREADY. AT LEAST IN HER MIND

- So! I feel like mallow really likes both the pokemon tsareena and the pokemon lurantis. She loves them both. I know in the anime she has a steenee, and in the games she gets a tsareena, so yeah its canon i guess. But you know what??? She loves lurantis as well, she knows it’s badass and she likes it as the totem pokemon.

- Loves trying all different hairstyles and she has a new hairstyle every day. Idfk if we never see it in the anime or the games or anywhere else. If i canon it its true bitches im a the fucking god of pokemon u assholes

- Has always had a taste for exotic flavors. As even a smol babby, she didn’t like “normal” food. It was bland to her. All of it was bland. So she made her picky tastes into food!!!

- …. Not everybody likes her food though. Right now she hasn’t learned to actually take criticism. She blocks it out whenever someone tries to criticize her food. She’ll learn when she’s older.

- Is kind of indecisive. She has trouble making decisions sometimes. “Hhmmm!!! Should i go to today’s meeting or not??? Well, gotta be responsible!!! Oh wait a sec! WHAT IF?? I JUST DIDNT GO? UH-”

- Her most big decision she will never fully decide on? Well, the question that i even ask myself everyday! Are boys cute… or are girls CUTER?! (yeah she will never decide on her sexuality)

Sophocles: (okay but i really like sophocles and i think if he existed me and him would be like best buds tbh)

- Okay, so i saw a headcanon on tumblr talking about how sophocles could possibly be autistic, because he’s extremely smart but can’t talk with people without having some kind of anxiety, and i think that might actually make sense! It’s obvious he has some kind of anxiety disorder or something, but i cant say whether he’s autistic or just anxious, since i haven’t done much research on autism. But! I hear it’s actually a very interesting subject, so maybe after some research i’ll make some headcanons on autistic! sophocles.

- Has always loved video games, and molayne was probably the one who got him into them.

- Not sure how to feel about his body. Like he knows he’s short and pale and he looks like a fucking baby. A lot of rude people have probably pointed it out to them before (most likely on the internet, or even ON FESTIVAL PLAZA THAT PLACE IS NOT FOR CHILDREN) and he hates it, but molayne (the pure man) has told him that being short has a lot of advantages and he actually looks a little cute with his baby face.

- togedemaru (togemaru) helps sophocles with his anxiety by letting sophocles pet him whenever he’s anxious and needs to calm down. Molayne was the one who got sophocles that pokemon in case molayne wasn’t around and sophocles had a panic attack and needed comfort

- He does love his food he’ll admit. (yes i like the anime shut up) he also loves mallow’s food!!! And her restaurant!!! And he goes there all the time. It’s like… his favorite place. Sometimes he stress eats but he tries not to do that ( t r i e s )

- He likes fidget spinners bitches and YOU CANT DO SHIT ABOUT IT

- He has a tumblr account. And nobody knows about but him. He posts memes on there and is shameless about it. kick me in the stomach nothing is changing my mind about this

Acerola:

- So yeah, she’s got parents. But she likes hanging out with uncle nanu more. Why? Because she knows he has too much alone time for himself and she knows it’s not healthy to be alone too much. ALSO SHE LOVES CATS AND NANU HAS PLENTY OF THOSE FURBALLS

- Speaking of uncle nanu, he was the one who taught her how to be such a good pokemon trainer. (she’s in the league for goodness sakes) nanu genuinely loves her. He’s never told her that, but acerola knows she’s charming <3

- Also she loves candles. they are spoopy. She likes spoopy purple candles yep

- Is really good friends with sophocles!! She’s surprisingly good with panic attacks and in their conversations she usually does the talking, much to sophocles relief.

- Can sew like a boss. Yes!!! She made her own dress!!! Well i mean… she doesn’t have many materials to work with. she only uses shitty rags or old clothes but still pulls it off. she is fabulous isn’t she

- The reason why she uses the thrifty megamart as her trial site? So she can steal the plushies they have there. I mean the plushies are old… but acerola isnt picky.

- Has a mimikyu for a pet but never uses it for battle

Mina:

- Has 100% dyed her hair before. Like imagine mina’s hair changing every few days and nobody notices beccause they’re used to it

- Art and pokemon battling aren’t her ONLY hobbies. I mean. Uh. wait lemme rethink this-

- She’s not the sterotypical depressed artist. She’s the sterotypical type of artist who doesn’t like their art most of the time but thinks everybody else’s art is amazing and deserves to be in a museum

- Her and hapu? Friends for life, man. There’s not too many people on poni island. Sometimes it can seem like NOBODY is on that island… like a ghost town tbh. Much less kids. Hapu and mina are most likely the only youngsters on poni island so they had to bond pretty quickly.

- She IS friends with llima tho, since llima likes to visit all the islands on alola they see each other sometimes. they probs dated for a while before llima discovered he was gay.

- Has paint on her clothes, her shoes, her bed, her room in general, her bag, her pokeballs, her pokemon-

- Has only gone to like… one trial captain meeting. Has never been to another one in her life. And she never will.

Dear god. I’ve been working on this for almost a fucking week. Something is wrong with me.

I

I think

I think i might be tRYING TO MAKE ACTUALLY GOOD HEADCANONS OH NO-

#pokemon #pokemon headcanons #pokemon sun #pokemon moon #pokemon sun and moon #llima #lana #kiawe #mallow #sophocles #acerola #mina