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imsofuckinggayforwomen · 11 months

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OBANAI x MITSURI x READER HEADCANONS

[sfw and nsfw] MINORS DO NOT READ PAST THE NSFW PART

Hellooo you guys rlly liked my last two headcanon posts so I’m back with another, however since no one left any requests I decided to do one of my favorite tropes!

Once again thanks for all of the support, feel free to request anything!! (Pls I need ideas)

Warnings: Smut, Threesome, Fem reader.

Obanai and Mitsuri 💕

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Somehow, you managed to find yourself in love with two beautiful people. Lucky for you, both of them felt the same.

Mitsuri and Obanai called you to their house one night for a seemingly normal chat.

You did not expect the topic to include you joining their relationship.

Obanai was pretty blunt about it. “It’s kinda obvious you had feelings for us, it annoys me that you never came to admit them.”

Mitsuri was all ushy gushy “EEEEEE Y/N!!! IM SO GLAD YOU LOVE US TOO!!”

From that day on, y’all were a throuple (I think that’s what it’s called)

Obanai cherished both you and Mitsuri. He was always looking out for you two, glaring at others but then softening when either of you are near.

Kabumaru approved of you as well, occasionally sliding from Obanai’s shoulder to yours.

Mitsuri absolutely adored you. There was never a moment where she wasn’t physically touching you. She liked wrapping you in hugs and just never letting you leave.

Every time one of you left for a mission, the remaining two would always be anxious and waiting for updates.

It was hard finding time to spend all together with Mitsuri and obanai being hashiras.

you found yourself alone on certain nights, both of your partners being on a mission.

However, every time they returned they were sure to give you all of the love you missed.

At night you usually sleep in between your lovers. Mitsuri curled up to your chest, whilst Obanai has a tight grip on your waist from behind.

You and Mitsuri tend to be troublemakers sometimes, Obanai always having to cease chaos.

NSFW

girl you are in for one helluva ride

All of you tend to switch roles around, but somehow you manage to find yourself mainly on the submissive side.

Most sessions usually occur by one of you initiating and the other two joining in.

Both of them love body worship, they make sure you know how beautiful you are.

Mitsuri and obanai are munches you cannot prove me wrong.

Mitsuri is more jumpy and flirty, she tends to start a lot of the actions.

She absolutely loves face sitting, wether it’s you or her on top she does not care.

For this instance, your sitting on mitsuri’s face. She’s sucking and licking at your clit with fervor, making an absolute mess out of you.

Obanai kneels in front of your trembling self, kissing and sucking on your upper body whilst you stroke his length.

Running his hands through Mitsuri’s hair, he suddenly pushes her head up into your hips.

You jump and Mitsuri moans as she sucks harder on your wetness.

You’re cumming in no time, Obanai has to literally lift you off of Mitsuri’s face to get her to stop.

You’ve got her all worked up, quickly rising to her knees and pushing obanai to sit on the bed.

Mitsuri crawls on top of him, turning back to look at you longingly.

Almost instantly, you climb up behind her and start marking up her nape with your mouth while Obanai directs himself into Mitsuri.

He gently begins to roll his hips up, pulling out mewls and moans from Mitsuri’s mouth.

Your arms reach around from behind Mitsuri, grabbing onto her breasts.

She gasps, leaning into your touch as Obanai speeds up his pace.

He’s slightly grunting now, hips timing perfectly with Mitsuri’s.

Obanai gives you a familiar look, seemingly signaling you to do something.

With a cute smile on your face, you reach your hands down towards Mitsuri’s center. Swiftly, you spread her folds and place a finger on her clit.

Mitsuri arches her back at the sudden action, making Obanai hold her still on his cock.

Seeing that the both of your lovers are close, you begin to quickly circle Mitsuri’s clit. You lean your head over her shoulder, trapping Obanai into a kiss.

They come undone just a few seconds after, riding out the rest of their highs with your help.

Obanai is the prime aftercare initiator, seeing it as his job to take care of you and Mitsuri.

He’d guide you both into the bathroom and begin to run a bath.

You and Mitsuri are giggling and hugging each other while Obanai adjusts the bath temperature.

After a while, you all help each other get in the tub without slipping.

With you on one side, and Mitsuri on the other, Obanai seems content. He keeps a gentle grip on both of your waists.

Together, you all enjoy a nice warm bath.

EYAAAAAA THIS WAS FUN TO WRITE I LOVE OBANAI AND MITSURI SO MUCH!!!! The nsfw headcanons were more of a Drabble but meh whatever i think it’s good. Once again DONT BE SCARED TO REQUEST STUFF!!

I hope y’all enjoyed this as much as I did, all likes comments and reblogs are appreciated!!💕

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bella-rose29 · 5 months

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Deck the Halls (and not your partner) - Part 2

To make this work (I'm sorry) the reader has a very large family, and they will have names (I genuinely cannot be asked to try and figure that out and make it entirely... non OC)

Word count: 4.5k

Warnings: swearing, lockwood and children so beware your hearts, lockwood gets hugged and can't deal with it, the family members are mean, reader doesn't eat much, lockwood is still a bit of an arse and so is the reader (but hers is more justified), proofread maybe once

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So far, it had absolutely been a shitshow.

Lockwood had remained silent for the next hour and a half of the train journey, and with not much else to do but plan every tiny detail of their fake relationship Y/n thought she might be going mad.

Luckily they already knew a lot about each other, so they could get away with not going over basic details about the other's life, but Y/n hadn't talked much about her family to anyone other than George in rants after phone calls with them, so if they thought that she was talking shit about them behind their backs (which she was, but they didn't need to know that) then they would descend like vultures.

She was disrupted from her thoughts when Lockwood stood up from the table seats they'd managed to get, his leg kicking at hers as he manoeuvred into the aisle, not sparing a second glance at Y/n. She frowned, about to call after him and ask where he was going, but when he disappeared out the doors and into the next carriage she decided that she didn't really care, and at least he wasn't brooding in her field of vision.

Y/n had barely been on her own for a minute when a family of five came into the carriage (they must have got on at the station they had recently stopped at), and with her being the only one sat on a table on her own and all the others taken, they made for her. She swallowed, for once wishing Lockwood was here to make her look less selfish, and sat up a little straighter in her seat.

"Excuse me, but would you mind moving? We've got three kids and need somewhere for us all to sit, and since there's only one of you..." The man trailed off, looking at Y/n pointedly, and while initially she had wanted to hold her ground she could feel herself shrinking under his gaze.

Where the fuck is Lockwood?!

He could talk his way out of this, she was sure. It was one of the few things she begrudgingly accepted was brilliant about him. It's not like Y/n didn't need the table; Lockwood's huge bag was sat on it and taking up most of the space, and her own backpack was on the seat next to her, but suddenly her breath was coming too quickly and her throat was closing up, and the man in front of her looked a little too similar to that one uncle-

"Is everything alright?" Lockwood's voice broke through the silence, and Y/n was annoyed to find herself reaching for him.

"Yeah, we just need this table, but this girl isn't moving."

"Sorry, my girlfriend's pretty tired at the moment, what with agents being in high demand right now. How about if we share? I think she needs a nap, poor thing, and we've got rather a lot of luggage between the two of us. I'll move over her side, shall I? Then you can take the other- yes, hello, little one." One of the couples' children had been tugging on Lockwood's hand, and Y/n could see the man's posture relax the more Lockwood talked, watching as her fake-boyfriend picked up the small child with ease and planted him on the train seat. The other two followed quickly, glad to not be on their feet any longer, and Lockwood came to sit next to Y/n, pulling his bag closer to them on the table and shoving her backpack onto the floor between everyone's legs. "See, you three all fit there perfectly don't you! You're only small," Lockwood was saying to the children, not yet noticing Y/n's shaky state. Their parents seemed to be content with the arrangement, taking their own seats across the aisle where they could watch their kids, and through the slight haze covering her eyes Y/n could see them visibly relax.

Once everybody was settled, Lockwood shuffled around in his seat trying to get comfortable, and when his elbow accidentally jabbed into Y/n's side he frowned at her.

"You alright?" he whispered, not wanting to draw the attention of their new companions. She took a moment to reply, not quite registering that Lockwood had actually said anything.

"Hmm? Oh, yeah. I'm fine."

"Right... just- you didn't say anything when I elbowed you just then and I'm worried you might be having a stroke."

"I'm not having a stroke, you idiot," she said, glare appearing on her face. She had some much better names for him, but with three children under the age of ten in front of her, she figured she should stick to the more family-friendly ones. Lockwood smiled, bright and wide and far too blinding.

"That's better." Apparently he had forgotten about the mishap on the platform earlier, and his previous ignorance of her presence, because after that he launched into a whole spiel of what their plan would be.

"Actually," she interrupted, not caring that he looked annoyed, "I've had a lot of time to figure this out. I just need you to confirm or come up with something better on a few things and we should be fine."

"Alright then, what's your grand plan?"

"Well we already know most of the basic stuff about each other, what with living together for nearly three years, so that solves that problem. One thing I did think of was family, since neither of us have actually..." she trailed off, unsure where the two of them stood on that subject given what had happened earlier. Lockwood was only nodding, his brow furrowed.

"Come to think of it, you've never really mentioned your family much," he said.

Y/n shrugged. "I just don't... you know... I just don't..." she flailed her hands around in front of her for a few moments, trying to come up with the right words.

"I don't know," Lockwood replied coolly, "Should I?"

"I just thought I'd tell you about who's gonna be there today, which is my mum and dad, my four brothers, my sister, my Aunt Linda, and her daughter Stephanie. Oh, and my grandparents on my mother's side, but they'll probably be in bed by the time we get there."

"That's... a lot of people."

"Yeah. There'll be more for the party tomorrow, and then the day after will be the same group from today again, and we're leaving that day anyway."

"Okay... what about names?"

"My mum is called Emma, my dad is Ben, my brothers are Sam, John, William, and Tom from oldest to youngest, and then my sister is called Olivia. My Grandma is Jean and my Gramps is Richard."

"Right." Lockwood paused for a moment, reciting the names under his breath. "Anything else I should know?"

"Aunt Linda and Steph are gonna be the worst, since they always try and make life miserable for me. They're ridiculously rich and like making fun of my job- oh, yeah, barely anybody supports my life choices or my job as an agent, so just prepare for that. Uh, where was I? Oh yeah, Steph and Linda will try and find out anything that could be used against us, so I really hope you can act because otherwise they'll figure this whole thing out in seconds."

"Wait-"

"And my brother Will is the most supportive, 'cause he knows that there are options for work after my Talent fades and I'm not going to be out on the streets-"

"Y/n-"

"-and he, John and Sam all play rugby so try not to piss them off because they're twice your size and will snap you like a twig-"

"Y/n!"

"What?!"

"You need to slow down! Go back to the part about your family not supporting your job?"

"Oh, there's not much to it, really." She felt awkward now, his gaze far too sharp for her liking. If he knew the full extent of how much she didn't like her family, he would waste no time in using it to make fun of her and take the upper hand while he could, and she would be left to sink further into herself until she disappeared. "They just don't think I'll have many options, so they want me to think about my next steps."

"Okay..." Lockwood trailed off, getting distracted by something the children were talking about and being asked his opinion on starfish. He looked as though he was about to start conversing with her again, but the train pulled into the platform they needed, and Lockwood was all business getting the luggage out safely.

~~~

"Are you alright?"

Y/n jumped a little in the back of the taxi, not expecting Lockwood's voice so close to her ear. "Yeah, I'm fine, why?"

"You're very bouncy. If you're fine then could you not? You're jolting me."

Why had she thought he was trying to be nice? She should have known better by now that he wouldn't ever be that way with her, but it still stung.

Truthfully, she was on the verge of tears.

She wouldn't ever tell Lockwood that, of course, because how could he understand? He seemed to walk into any situation effortlessly, with endless optimism and charm that made life easy for him. Y/n was stuck panicking about seeing her family again, because if she couldn't even stand up to some random strangers on the train, how was she ever going to stand up to her family? No, she would just have to do her best to hide everything from Lockwood, to reduce the amount of blackmail material he would have against her.

~~~

The taxi pulled up outside the large cottage-style house, and Lockwood let out a low whistle.

"L/n, you never said your family was this fancy."

"They aren't. It was my Grandma's house, then she got dodgy knees and never moved out, and we moved in after selling up our old place to look after her and Gramps. We're about as fancy as your family, Lockwood, in that we too have multiple mortgages on this building to keep it."

"Anthony."

"What?" Y/n frowned, not sure what he was talking about.

"If we're going to pretend that we're dating, you probably shouldn't be calling me by my last name."

"Oh." She hadn't thought about that. The only reason she even knew his first name was because it was in large print on the sign outside the house, since it was generally accepted that he went by Lockwood and that was that.

"Or you could use some sort of nickname. I've got a few for you if you'd like to hear them." The grin on his face made Y/n think that she really didn't want to hear them, but he opened his mouth again anyway. "How about Sugarplum?" Y/n got out the car, slamming the door shut on him a little more harshly than she needed to. "Snookums? I think you look like a Snookums." The taxi driver was giving the two of them strange looks as he unloaded their bags, but Y/n ignored Lockwo- Anthony (she would have to get used to that) and handed over the money for the drive. "What about Sun Beam? Actually, you're too grumpy for that one. Oh, I know! My personal favourite," he paused for some sort of dramatic effect, being left behind on the driveway as Y/n stomped towards the front door. "Schmoopie."

Y/n stopped suddenly, turning to look back at her fake boyfriend with an incredulous look on her face. "Schmoopie?" He looked far too proud of himself as he picked up his bag and caught up with her, and she resisted the urge to hit him.

"Don't you like it, Schmoopie?"

"Call me that again and I'll be chucking your Source in the furnaces within the week." Lockwood (Anthony - she really needed to start calling him Anthony or she'd be saying 'Lockwood' to her family) Can't you just use my name? Or, you know, a more generic pet name?"

"Fine. You're very boring, I hope you know that."

"Sure. Just swear to me you'll never call me 'Schmoopie' again." She said the word with disgust, scrunching her nose up and fighting the urge to gag.

"Whatever you want, darling." That wasn't much better, but at least it was normal. Y/n raised her hand to knock, but before she could the door was being flung open, revealing a woman in a very festive jumper.

"You're here! She's here!"

~~~

Lockwood stood back slightly as the woman wrapped her arms around Y/n, squeezing so tightly he feared for his colleague's spine.

He braced himself for a similar treatment when she pulled back and spotted him, and the next thing he knew he was close to being suffocated as she brought him into a hug. Lockwood held his breath, his eyes wide and arms stuck out to the side as he tried to figure out what the hell he was meant to be doing. He hadn't been hugged like this since, well, since Jess. It took him a few seconds to work out that he needed to reciprocate the hug, but once he had, god. Why was he choking up? He could feel Y/n's eyes on him, so he shut his own and basked in the feeling of actually being held.

"You must be the boyfriend!" the woman said, pulling back and holding him by the forearms.

"Mum! Please don't terrify him!"

So this was Emma L/n, Y/n's mother.

"Yes, it's a pleasure to meet you, Mrs L/n." He flashed one of his winning smiles, and he could see her visibly relaxing.

"Oh Emma, please!" She looked back over her shoulder at Y/n, mouthing (incredibly non-subtly) 'He's handsome!'

"Mum!" Y/n hissed, starting to turn red.

"What's your name then young man!"

"Anthony Lockwood," he replied, and took particular pleasure in seeing Y/n squirm in the background.

"Well, you'd better come in. Do you need help with the bags?"

"Oh, no, I've got them," he assured her, shouldering his large bag and reaching for the suitcase handle that Y/n was currently holding onto. She didn't relent for a moment, and they had a silent argument for control of the suitcase until eventually with a small tug he won, stumbling ever so slightly from the effort.

"Everything alright?" Emma asked, frowning at the two of them.

"Yes, perfectly fine!" Lockwood called back, shooting a glare at Y/n. She reciprocated, clenching her jaw at his smug smile that came afterwards. He moved inside the house, Y/n following shortly behind and closing the door to keep the warmth in.

"Where should we put our bags?" Y/n asked her mother.

~~~

They had a problem.

A very large problem.

"Well I'm not sharing with you," Lockwood said, moving further into the room that Y/n's mother had shown them to.

"Good," she said, eyeing the double bed. "Just don't complain when your back gives in from sleeping on the floor for so long."

"What? No, I'm taking the bed."

"It's my family home, what gives you more reason to have the bed than me?"

"I'm your boss, and I pay your wages. If you want to keep being paid then I'm having the bed."

Y/n scoffed, shaking her head. "Arsehole," she muttered, going over to the windows and closing the curtains against the now-dark sky outside. The bed was definitely large enough for two people to share, but when those two people hated each others' guts and weren't actually dating, the bed was far too small.

"What was that?"

"Arsehole," she repeated loudly, making sure to look him dead in the eyes when she did so, then immediately turning and heading into the en-suite bathroom.

"What is your issue with me?" he said, following after her.

"You're taking the bed! It's my fucking house!"

"Let's not forget that without me, you would be in a lot more of a tricky situation! I think I deserve the bed for my efforts; it's not easy pretending to love you, you know!"

"Oh, like it's so easy to love you?! You are so horrible to me, all the time, and now I have to pretend to actually want to be with you?! I'd have been in a difficult situation anyway, the only difference is that in this one, I have a fake boyfriend. I could deal with the humiliation of not having anyone with me, but this?" she laughed bitterly. "This is near to being beyond me, Lockwood." Fuck, why was she tearing up? She closed the bathroom door firmly in Lockwood's face, ignoring the shocked expression on his face in the second before he disappeared from her view.

She pushed the lock, waiting for the click before turning and facing the sink, bracing her hands on the edge and heaving a few deep breaths. She hadn't realised how hard it would be to pretend that she was completely fine around her family while they picked and prodded and commented and made snide remarks, and having Lockwood around was only making it worse.

She couldn't even begin to imagine all the things he would use as ammunition in the future. He'd have a field day on this holiday, taking all of her family's words and turning them against her, becoming even worse than he had been before.

A knock sounded on the door, light and unsure, and Lockwood's voice followed afterwards. "...Y/n? I- I'm-" he sighed, and she could imagine him clenching his jaw and looking up at the ceiling as he tried to fight against the nice words he was clearly trying to say. "I have a shit sleep schedule anyway, and you go to sleep a lot faster than I do so it's better for me to sit in a chair when I can't get to sleep and you can lie down, so... yeah." Y/n was surprised at how kind he was, and was starting to wonder if he was having some sort of stroke. But then he started talking again and she knew that he was completely fine.

"If you could not take for fucking ever in the bathroom though that would be great, because I really need a piss."

~~~

"Ah, there you both are! You took your time putting your bags away!" Linda's gaze drifted to Y/n as she said that, eyes sharpening and making the back of Y/n's neck prickle.

"Oh, that's my fault, sorry," Lockwood started, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her in. Y/n stiffened, not used to being so close to him, and tried to force a smile onto her face. "I got carried away asking questions about the photos around the room, and I think I might have driven her slightly mad." He was smiling so widely and cheerfully that Y/n could practically feel everybody relaxing and warming up to him. It was frustrating, really, how they had known him for roughly ten seconds and already seemed to like him more than her. Her brothers were eyeing him up, trying to figure out whether they needed to take him outside or just give him a good talking to. Her sister Olivia was also eyeing Lockwood up, but in a very different way to their brothers that was making Y/n somewhat uncomfortable. It wasn't that they didn't get on and that was what was wrong, but they were sisters, and therefore they naturally disagreed on some things.

Apparently Lockwood's level of attractiveness was one of them.

"Oh, not to worry," her mother said, already loving having Lockwood here. "I made tea, if you'd like some? There's cake too, and far too much of it, so take as much as you want!"

"Tea would be lovely, Emma, thank you," Lockwood said, moving his arm away from Y/n's shoulders. She nearly jumped out of her skin in shock when she felt his hand land on her lower back instead, pushing her forward towards the empty loveseat that sat closest to the roaring fire. "Try not to look quite so horrified at this whole thing, darling," he whispered right into her ear, emphasising the pet name. "And maybe relax a little too, yeah?" He sat down on the chair, leaving very little room for Y/n to sit down herself without pressing up against him. She gave up trying to keep space between them when she ended up perching on the edge and gained strange looks from everyone else. Lockwood pulled her back towards him, grabbing her waist with both hands and tugging until she was right up against his chest, their thighs pressed together. He didn't let go, keeping his arms around her and nestling his head in the crook of her neck. She hadn't loosened up since walking in to the living room, and she was entirely sure that her spine was as stiff as one of the wooden floorboards under her feet. Her mother handed over two mugs of tea, placing them on the small side table next to their chair, then went to cut two slices of cake, starting with Lockwood's. He accepted his plate gratefully, smiling brightly up at her.

"How big of a slice, Y/n/n?"

"Uh... maybe-"

"Don't give her too big of a slice, she doesn't need that much," Stephanie interrupted, her tone sickly sweet. Y/n froze, and behind her she could feel Lockwood glancing between the two girls, trying to figure out what was happening. Her mother cut a decent sized slice, ignoring her niece's comment and handing the plate to Y/n.

"Did you make this, Emma?" Lock-Anthony (she might just give up trying to correct herself in a minute) asked.

"Oh, yeah, but you know, it's not my best."

"Well I think it's delicious, you'll have to share the recipe with me so I can have more of it back in London!"

"I'd be happy to! Do you bake then?"

"Oh, no, I'm awful. I'd burn the house down I'm sure. But our friend George is a magician in the kitchen."

"Remind me what you do for work again?" her father asked.

"Actually, maybe you could just... tell us. Since we know nothing about you!" Linda laughed. "We don't even know your name!"

"Anthony Lockwood," he said, yet another of his classic Lockwood smiles taking over his face. Y/n was starting to feel sick from the way Stephanie and Linda were watching them, and she put her fork down on her plate. "Y/n hasn't mentioned me much then?"

"No," Linda simpered. "I have to say, I was very surprised when I heard my sister say that Y/n had a boyfriend. I'm even more surprised that you actually exist!"

"I can't really blame her for not saying anything, I suppose. We're very busy a lot of the time and when we are free I'm often dragging her out on dates and the like, so if you haven't heard from her then that's entirely my fault." God, how was he such a good liar? Everybody believed him right away, but if she tried to get away with something like that they'd be asking so many questions she would give up and tell the truth.

"And... what is it you do for work?" her father asked again, desperate for the answer.

"I'm an agent."

"Fittes or Rotwell?"

"Uh... no, I-"

"Bunchurch then? Or maybe Grimble?"

"Actually," Lockwood glanced at Y/n, and she nodded slightly, bracing herself for her family's reaction. "I run my own agency. George, who I mentioned earlier, is our researcher, Lucy is our Listener, Holly our secretary, and then of course there's Y/n. Best Touch in England." He squeezed her slightly, and when she looked back at him he was smiling up at her so adoringly that she wondered how she ever hated him.

Then he jabbed her side, making her wobble and nearly spill the tea that she'd just picked up, and she remembered that he was a dick.

"Your... own... agency?"

"Yes." Lockwood didn't seem perturbed, which was lucky, because Y/n was feeling increasingly more unsettled with every second that passed. "We're based in London in my family home, but we take clients from all around England."

"Right... so that makes you Y/n's... boss?"

"I know it's not... the usual, but there is nothing that says we cannot be in a relationship. Believe me, I've checked. I don't think there is anything that could have been done to stop me from falling for your daughter, sir, despite her own best efforts, and I like to think that I keep my role as her boss completely separate from my role as her boyfriend."

Y/n stared at him in mild shock, not quite believing how sincere he sounded, and Lockwood was refusing to look at her.

Uneasy glances were exchanged by nearly all of Y/n's gathered family members, the only exceptions being Will, who had always supported Y/n, and Olivia, who was too busy checking Lockwood out. Y/n put her plate of cake down, having spent the last few minutes picking at it and barely eating any, and ignored the look that Lockwood gave her. She wasn't feeling hungry at all now that she was surrounded by everyone, and Stephanie was watching every move she made with terrifying intensity. No doubt there would be some fresh insults this year, and Y/n couldn't wait to be back home again.

Home.

Since when had she considered Lockwood's house her home?

"You alright?" Lockwood whispered in her ear. He kept asking her that, and it was freaking her out a little.

"Yeah, I'm fine." She stood up, gently detaching herself from Lockwood's grip and putting her mug of tea on the side table, half drunk. "Just need the loo, be back in a bit." She tried smiling at everyone, but the water gathering in her eyes made it difficult to pretend that she was actually fine, and she left the room finding it hard to breathe. Y/n headed up the stairs and into the bathroom attached to the room that she and Lockwood were staying in, and for the second time that day braced herself on the sink as she tried to regain control of her body. "Fuck," she muttered. "Fuck, fuck, fuck." She splashed some cold water on her face, holding it against her skin in the hopes that it would shock her back into being alright again, then turned off the tap and sat on the floor, her back to the sink and her legs stretched out in front.

Only two more days to go, and then she could go back to her normal life.

Two more days of this, and she was free, and could eat as much cake as she wanted, because George and Lucy would be stuffing their faces too.

She just had to fake it until then.

part 3

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i520u · 7 months

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NINE. 21:37

Sungchan is what you would call a fair-weathered friend. You can’t for the life of you remember when was the last time he was ever there for you when you were at your worst, in the context of as your friend. Then again, you can’t fully blame him either. He has university, you met him through Kamden—your neighbour. You never exactly sought out for him when you were at your worst. Why would you? You have Minjeong and Yizhuo. On top of that, your brother, Hanbin has been a great pillar throughout your whole life.

But yes, Sungchan had never been there on days where you could hardly get out of bed. Hardly eat, shower, and open your phone. Days where you force your body to sleep even when it’s not tired, even when it has rested for too long.

You wondered why you were recalling these memories as you watched Sungchan climb up the remaining steps on the staircase, your favourite takeout in his hands, a genuine smile on his face. You currently weren’t at your worst in that moment, so why was your brain reminding you of all those times?

Rather than feeling sombre by the sudden waves of memories, you were glad that he was here now. Even if you weren’t exactly at your lowest, you still felt pretty shitty. You’ve always been slightly more self-aware about yourself than you let it out to be. You’ve always been a little more sensitive than most people, even if you do a good job at pretending you’re not because your self-awareness tells you that you’re annoying if you show others that you were hurt by something as minor as a slight change of demeanour from them towards you.

“Elevator’s under maintenance again?” Was the first thing he said once he reached your side, pointing towards the lift, where the indicator read ‘OUT OF ORDER’ in capital red letters. You turned to look at where he was pointing, and nodded absentmindedly. You weren’t sure why you felt a surge of calmness with Sungchan standing right in front of you. Because, hey, it’s Jung fucking Sungchan. You weren’t sure how he had managed to tune down all those loud, bad memories that were playing in your head just seconds ago. You were confused by it.

“Sorry for making you take the stairs to the sixth floor.” You scratched the back of your head awkwardly, “not a problem. I’ve been through worse.” Sungchan’s tone was lighthearted as he gently ruffled your hair, not enough to make a mess out of it, but enough to make you smile a little.

He walked past you, placing the takeout he bought on the countertop while you closed the door and let it lock by itself. “I bought you a little something, because I feel like I was responsible for triggering your insecurity.” Sungchan frowned, at himself in particular. “Sorry, Y/N.” He added as he motioned for you to sit by him at the countertop.

As you made your way towards him, you also absentmindedly shook your head at his words, “I was the nosy one. Plus, I was just being overly dramatic over the phone.” You reassured him, climbing onto the tall chairs by the countertop. “Yeah but, considering how long we’ve known each other, I should’ve been a little more careful with what I say.” Sungchan countered, he took a bite from the french fry he had in between his fingers.

You let out a sigh as you unwrapped your own food, staring at it blankly. “You shouldn’t, though.” You murmured, your voice so quiet that people would’ve thought that you were just mumbling to yourself. Sungchan surprisingly heard you, though. “Why’s that?” He asked, sliding the drink he bought for you towards you. You shrugged, taking your eyes off of the food and back to him. “I should know these things. So that I wouldn’t bother them any more than I have. The last thing I’d want is to mistakenly interpret just how comfortable people are with me.” Your voice was calm, but your mind was a little bit of a mess.

It wasn’t directed towards Gyuvin, it’s directed to the fact that something like this had happened to you too many times. You knew you shouldn’t fully judge Gyuvin’s entire personality just from the two screenshots that Sungchan sent. Plus, he probably said that before the whole incident happened to him—before he had the chance to get to know you better. What was bothering you was something more internal. It was the possibility of Gyuvin still feeling that way even after getting to know you.

You let out a soft groan as you thought of that outcome. “Do you think I’m loud?” You asked without meeting his eyes, almost like you were embarrassed to admit that you were aware of this—you’ve always been aware, you just never let people know that you acknowledge it. Sungchan’s eyes slowly glanced at you from his own food, his chewing becoming slightly slow as if the gears in his head were slowly moving as he constructed a proper sentence to your question.

“Loud?” Was the only thing he ended up saying—or rather, asking. You nodded, still adamant on not meeting his eyes. Sungchan exhaled slowly from his nose, “are you embarrassed to ask that?” He asked, almost like he could see right through you. It was weird, really. Sungchan was the last person you’d ever consider emotionally intelligent. Yet, there he was, reading through your body language.

You didn’t feel like dragging the conversation by beating around the bush any longer, so you just nodded. “Why? Is it a bad thing to be loud?” He asked, like he was actually confused with why you would feel embarrassed about your own personality. “You’re not overwhelmingly loud, not in the sense that it’s obnoxious. You’re just talkative. It’s not a bad thing to be chatty.” Sungchan added before you could even answer his first question.

You weren’t sure what to say to that. He was giving you words of comfort, but at the same time he wasn’t denying that you’re loud. You also kinda knew him enough to have doubts in your head on whether he’s actually nice or not. You can’t help but be sceptical about Sungchan, because while you do know that he’s been a great friend to Kamden, and even to yourself—you’ve known him longer as a boyfriend rather than a friend. And god knows how bad of a boyfriend he was.

‘Maybe it’s different,’ a small voice in your head would tell you, and you cave in each time. Maybe it is different. Bad boyfriends don't equate to bad friends, after all. So you decided to trust his words. Not him, but his words. He was offering them out of kindness and respect for how you were feeling at the moment, and you should accept them.

“Right, chatty.” You nodded finally, after much pondering, “Yizhuo said the same thing too.” You added, finally taking a bite on the food that he bought that was only turning colder the longer you played with it. Sungchan nodded, almost relieved to see you reacting positively to what he had said. “She’s right.” Sungchan reassured again, his arm wrapped around your shoulders, his hand giving it a light squeeze.

You took notice that that was the first time he ever initiated any physical contact that day, and you wondered if your previous break up–one where you swore that you and him will never get back together ever again–had taken a toll on both you and him. Because for once, Sungchan seemed a little more reserved and less touchy compared to all the other times that you both had broken up with each other.

You don’t take it negatively, though. Maybe this was for the best. You and Sungchan, just friends. You don’t have to beg for his attention because he’s not entitled to give it to you all the time, and he doesn’t have to keep complaining about you being too touchy with some other guy.

“But she’s also pretty.” You added, and the momentary relief that Sungchan had was gone as fast as it came. “Minjeong and Yizhuo are also loud, but they’re pretty. People often notice their looks first before their personality. Then there’s me, everyone calls me loud first, before the ‘hey, you’re kinda pretty.’” You find yourself rambling. Sungchan wasn’t sure what to say to that, but he knew he shouldn’t leave your rambles unanswered. “You’re pretty too.” He said.

While the compliment felt nice, it didn’t go unnoticed to you that he still didn’t deny that you were loud—and possibly annoying.

“Do you think we were toxic towards each other? As a couple?” You asked, yet another random but heavy question thrown onto Sungchan. Despite being taken aback, he didn’t flinch at your question. “Maybe.” He answered softly, his arm still around you, “but, I had fun. You were fun.” He smiled, the hand on your shoulder went up to ruffle your hair gently again. “You’re really feeling gloomy, huh?” Sungchan chuckled softly, “let me take care of you until your brother comes home. I don’t think we should leave that mind of yours all by itself. Don’t want you self-sabotaging, right?”

You chuckled at his words, you wondered how he knew all of this about you, because you swore that he never cared enough to know your habits. Your patterns when you feel insecure. To be honest, you didn’t even feel that shitty anymore about Gyuvin. It’s just that your brain was just… purposely making you feel sad with all your past regrets. It was just one of those days—that you’ll undoubtedly get over the moment you wake up in the morning the next day.

Though, a thought came to mind just when you were starting to feel comfortable around his presence. Sungchan is a fair-weathered friend.

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SYNOPSIS -͟͟͞☆ gyuvin tells himself that he’ll be okay, and losing friends is a part of growing up. he firmly believes that having to move schools in a different city was the universe telling him to try again. he then meets you, and he hates you. he knows he should be thankful that you saved his life, but every time he sees you, he gets annoyed.

NOTE -͟͟͞☆ thank you to my bff vivi again for helping me improvise this chapter 😜 also i feel like the story is going a little slowly so i’m gonna do something about it soon…

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skyward-floored · 3 months

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Link trots down one of the many hallways of the castle, glad he’s finally free from standing around listening to grownups talk. Some of the talking had been interesting, but most of it had been extremely boring, and there was a whole castle that needed poking around in.

Link came here practically every day with Sir Ulysses, sticking by his side and helping him with errands and small jobs, or whatever else he was doing. But he rarely got to poke around by himself, and he was more then glad to find a spot to take a break from all the boring talking.

Link peeks into a spacious, sunny hallway, face brightening as he realizes it’s completely empty. He looks around once more, just to be sure, then makes a beeline for the carpet that sits under one of the large windows, flopping in the beam of sunlight that’s warming it and smiling as the rays fall on his face.

The autumn sunshine was still plenty warm and bright, though Link knew that soon enough the fainter beams that signaled winter would be here, awful as they were. Not nearly warm enough and chilly temperatures everywhere— he wasn’t looking forward to it.

But for now, the warmth from the autumn light is plenty enough for Link, and he sighs contentedly.

None of the other kids he knew really understood why he liked lying on the floor in the sunshine so much, and Link didn’t know how to explain it. He just... felt better if he let the sun warm him for a while. The warmth and light made him happy, and lying on the floor was the best way to soak it in. Especially in spots like this, where the carpet was plush, and the sun shone brightly through the window.

...Technically he was pretty sure he wasn’t supposed to be up here, but he couldn’t resist. Especially since he hadn’t had time to sunbathe for nearly a week now. He could practically feel himself cheering up with every second he spent here.

Link closes his eyes, sun falling across his face, and he smiles as he stretches out with a soft hum.

“Careful you don’t get stepped on, boy.”

Link jumps, nearly hitting his chin on the floor as he shoots into a sitting position at the somewhat amused voice.

He looks up and comes face-to-face with white hair and tanned skin, red ink tattooed across an eye, and Link feels his stomach drop out as he realizes Impa, Princess Zelda’s bodyguard and one of the Sheikah who might get chosen to be leader of her whole tribe, had just caught him sprawling on the floor in a hallway he wasn’t supposed to be in.

Link swallows thickly. He hadn’t heard her coming at all, even though he’d been purposefully listening for any footsteps. Sheikah really were quiet.

“Did you hear me boy? I nearly stepped on you, you need to mind your surroundings,” she says, and Link swallows again, and gives her a tiny nod.

Impa studies him for a second, expression unreadable, and Link thinks his heart just might beat out of his chest.

“What is your name?”

“L-Link, ma’am,” he manages to peep out, and Impa looks at him a moment, her red eyes piercing.

They look surprisingly warm in the sunlight too, but Link is too terrified to notice, mind whirling with all of the punishments she might bring down on him. What was the penalty for sitting in a hallway you weren’t supposed to be sitting in, and almost getting stepped on by the princess’ bodyguard? The stocks? Whipping? The dungeons? Would he be kicked out of Hyrule all together, forced to wander the edges of the kingdom all by himself for forever?!

“Relax, Link, you’re not in trouble.”

The words startle him from his thoughts, and he looks up at Impa again, her arms crossed, but tone light.

“This hallway is quiet now, but it won’t always be. It’s quite likely you’ll be trod on if you remain here. If you want to sunbathe in it I won’t stop you, but perhaps a more out of the way spot would be wise,” she says, glancing out the window. “I’d suggest the library. Try the corner near the southern side.”

Link blinks, still unsure she isn’t going to drag him away and toss him in the dungeons, but Impa strides away before he can formulate a response.

The moment she’s gone, Link scrambles out of the sunbeam and away from the hallway, his heart still pounding in his chest. He’d never been so near to the Princess’s bodyguard before, only seen her from a distance once or twice, and she was twice as scary up close.

Not to mention the red of her eyes, and the piercing, stern look on her face...

Link shivers and decides to forget having any sunbeam time at all for the day, and go back to Sir Ulysses early. He’d take boring talking over being stared at like that any day.

His path takes him past the library, and he pauses, Impa’s words coming back to him. He wasn’t actually supposed to go back to Sir Ulysses just yet, not for another hour or two, and Impa had suggested he go in. And if someone so high-ranking had told him it was okay, then it must be okay, right?

Link cautiously pokes a head in, and when nobody yells at him to go away, walks slowly inside.

He’d only been in here a handful of times, usually only if he’d been sent on an errand. It had always seemed too stuffy for his tastes, but Link decides to listen to Impa’s suggestion, and walks over to where she said there would be a good spot.

He’s definitely never been in this section before, and it doesn’t look like it’s used much either, the shelves dusty and quiet. Nobody much is in here this time of day, especially not in this corner, and Link nearly has the whole library to himself, the shelves quiet and calm.

Turning a corner, Link blinks in the sudden bright sunshine that spills into the room, illuminating the small particles of dust in the air. He zeroes in on the window where the light is shining in from, and perks up, immediately running over to it.

There’s a seat built into the window itself, soft and plush-looking, and Link jumps up onto it, grinning in delight at the sunshine pouring over him. He pokes at the seat a moment, feeling how soft it is, and looks out at the view below, the training yard where he was supposed to meet Sir Ulysses later just barely visible.

Then he flops down, a warm feeling spreading all over him.

This was way better then any hallway carpet— twice as soft, and in a secluded spot as well where he wouldn’t be bothered or stepped on or laughed at, it was perfect.

He wondered how Impa had known this would be the perfect spot. Did she like to soak up the sun’s rays as well? Or maybe she knew someone else who did?

Oh well. It didn’t matter.

Link smiles to himself and closes his eyes, feeling the warmth from the sun begin to sink into his skin, and lets out a happy sigh.

This spot really was perfect.

#wasn’t sure if it needed a readmore but I gave it one anyway just in case #hdw au #hyrule warriors #legend of zelda #loz Impa #legend of zelda fanfiction #writing from the floor #waffling between making Link actually live IN the castle or right outside it #I’m not sure which makes more sense #input is nice if anyone cares lol

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mouschiwrites · 5 months

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HEYY POOKIEE!!!! I had an idea from the movie, so basically the reader being the ninja's little sibling who don't get along at all. They fight over the smallest things at school and at home. That's until one day while Garmadon attacks the reader gets captured and the ninja has to save the reader, which accidentally causes the ninja to reveal their identity and the reader just gives their sibling a big hug and apologizes for everything they've said in the past and they up!!!

Okay that's it TYSM HAVE A NICE DAY OR NIGHT AND REMEMBER TO TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF POOKIEE💛💛💛🤍🤍🤍

Yes of course!! <33

Ninjago - Ninjas When You (Their Little Sibling) Are Taken

Kai

Kai pretended like he didn’t care when he first saw you were taken

But he was determined to get you back; in reality, he did indeed care

He was ready to do whatever it took to get you back

He fell blindly into a trap, finding himself restrained by one of Garmadon’s goons

They pulled off his mask, but his face remained hardened

He snapped at his captor, taking advantage of their brief moment of shock at seeing his face

He left his mask forgotten on the ground, rushing to your aid

He lifted you in his arms and booked it to safety

He paused on a rooftop to catch his breath

You decided to take the opportunity to apologize

The words didn’t come easy, but you finally found them

“Kai… I’m sorry. For everything. For the mask, for everything I’ve said—”

“It’s okay, Y/n. I’m just glad you’re safe.”

After that day you made an effort to be nicer to him, difficult as it was

He tried to keep his temper in check too

You silently appreciated each others’ efforts, but the fruits were even more precious

Your relationship started to shift ever so subtly, but it was doubtlessly improving

Jay

Jay was terrified when you got involved

It was like he forgot your terrible relationship entirely

He clumsily rushed to your aid, his skills crumbling under the weight of his anxiety

He ended up pinned down, and his assailant roughly pulled off his mask

His face turned bright red as he was exposed, and in a sudden burst of panicked energy he was able to push them off

He nabbed his mask quickly before remembering his original mission

Then he jumped back into action, managing to retrieve you and find a safe place to hide

He grabbed you by the shoulders, turning you from side to side to check for injuries

“Are you okay? Did they hurt you?”

“Jay, I’m so sorry! I’ve ruined everything, haven’t I? Oh, I’ve been so horrible…”

He couldn’t deny that you had been pretty bad

But he also admitted that he was no better

You shared a hug

In that moment, you formed a new bond

You both started to act nicer from then on

That hug established a new norm of tenderness between you two :)

Lloyd

He was mostly miffed when you were taken

He directed his anger at his father for getting you involved

So he went into battle with a fury he often felt when facing Garmadon

But this time it was extra personal

He confronted Garmadon directly, making a snide comment about treating his children like chess pieces

He pulled off his mask to prove the point, too angry to think clearly

Garmadon was so shocked that Lloyd was pretty much able to walk away with you

He marched away angrily, dragging you behind

He started to vent about Garmadon

After you got over your shock, you started agreeing with him, even adding your own complaints

When he was done he just huffed, burying his face in his palm

You saw that tears were dribbling onto his glove

“Um, Lloyd? I just wanted to say sorry… we don’t really have the best family dynamic, and I… I don’t want our relationship to be like the one we have with our dad.”

“Me neither. I really do love you, you know.”

“Same here.”

You embraced, vowing to be better

And you both made a valiant effort, using your father as a sort of anti-example

As it turned out, he was a strong motivator; your relationship improved quite steadily from then on

Cole

As much as he might’ve disliked you, he knew he had to save you

He couldn’t live with himself otherwise

So he hurried into the thick of the battle, his eyes locked on you all the while

He was secretly worried they’d hurt you, though he’d hesitate to admit it

He was distracted; it wasn’t long until an opponent grabbed a sudden hold of his mask

He whipped around, downing the assailant in a single blow and grabbing his mask

But he didn’t take the time to put it on, simply tucking it into his belt while he ran to your aid

The hardened look in his eyes made you feel especially guilty

You could only imagine how angry he was, having to save you and then having his identity revealed in the process

But when you were alone, he asked with surprising softness if you were okay

The look on his face had softened, too

Still, you felt guilty

“I’m fine. Um… I’m really sorry, Cole. This was all my fault..!”

“What? No, it was Garmadon’s doing. I’m not mad at you, Y/n. You’re my family. I love you, little rascal that you are.”

He ruffled your hair roughly, making you giggle

You wrapped your arms around him suddenly

He slowly hugged you back

In that moment you shared a silent agreement to be better

It might not have been spoken, but you both held fast to that agreement, and slowly your relationship did improve :)

Zane

The second you got involved, Zane’s objective was to save you

You were more important to him than anything: his pride, the mission, anything

He forgot everything else, abandoning his current task to rush over to you

In his haste, the opponent he was running from managed to catch his mask

He ran without realizing that the mask had come off

Even your flabbergasted gaze didn’t clue him in

The stares he was getting didn’t even register as he carried you away from danger

When you were alone, he mechanically asked if you were okay

You just stared at him, the image of a thousand eyes on you as you ran stuck in your mind

“Zane, your identity… I’m so sorry, if I had never been taken..!”

“Why are you apologizing? It was not your fault. I’m just glad that you’re safe. You’re my family, and I care for you greatly.”

You blinked at him, cursing the tears that came to your eyes

He hugged you, and through your tears you told him that you loved him too

After that, you decided to try and be nicer to him

He matched your efforts as soon as he noticed them; he was more than ready to fix your relationship

After all, you were his top priority ;)

Nya

She was incredulous when you were captured

She took it sort of personally

This fueled her rage, and she went on a war path to save you

She threw you over her shoulder; saving you was how she was measuring her victory

With you in her arms, she was satisfied

In her mind, she’d already won

Which made her getaway a little sloppy, and she ended up losing her mask to an especially quick assailant

She was frozen in shock and horror for a moment

Then she ran, faster than ever before

She practically collapsed as she set you down, chest heaving from the exertion as much as the panic

But she calmed herself, reminding herself that she saved you

Exhaling slowly, she straightened and put a hand on your shoulder

“Nya, I’m sorry! I never meant for any of this to happen! I love you too much… even though I don’t act like it…”

“All that matters is that you’re safe. And, for the record, I love you too.”

You shared a little smirk, a secret understanding established between you two

Knowing that you really did love each other seemed to soften the tension between you two

Teasing turned into jokes as your relationship gradually mended :)

Thanks for this request!! And thanks for reading, take care honey bears <33

(divider by saradika)

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happy wip wednesday! :D

once again got caught up in the excitement of finishing up bridesmaids so have not gotten a chance to read through these yet, but THANK YOU to @getmehighonmagic @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @priincebutt @onthewaytosomewhere @kiwiana-writes @suseagull04 @orchidscript @nocoastposts @littlemisskittentoes @ninzied FOR THE TAGS! I am looking forward to getting my popcorn ready and reading through all of your lovely words <3

this snippet is longer than I thought (oops) but I've been keeping this one pretty close to my chest and it has been clawing at the bars of its enclosure (the Docs) to get out into the world so HERE SHE IS:

“With all due respect,” Alex hesitates, “if this client needs to remain so confidential, would you not just want to… ask them what they’d want? Cut out the middle man?” He readjusts the phone where it’s caught between his ear and his shoulder, stuffing the last of the groceries into his trunk. The pay-off really would be nice. “Not that I’m turning down the job at all.”

Bea sighs. “That’s the thing, though— he already has everything he could possibly want. It isn’t— he doesn’t much care for material things, save for a few sentimental items he already has. I’ve tried to throw him parties and I’ve tried to work with his best friend to come up with something and I’ve gotten and made him one of everything known to man and it just—” she huffs, cutting herself off. “He would never act ungrateful for anything, but he— these past few years have been difficult for him and I haven’t been as present as I should be and I know a gift isn’t going to magically make up for that but birthdays are hard for him he just deserves something really, really good.”

“Um,” Alex blinks at the concrete.

“God, I’m so sorry. I’ve just given you a shitload of information that you never asked for, haven’t I?”

“No, that’s— this is good. I can work with this,” he clears his throat, nodding to himself. “And I get the whole wanting-them-to-have-something-good thing, especially when it’s a sibling.”

Bea’s line goes silent for a moment. “... Had I mentioned that it was my brother?”

“Oh,” he blinks, gripping the phone a bit harder, “well, no. I don’t think so. I’m sorry for assuming, I just— you were talking about him the same way my sister talks about me so I just—”

“Alex, please,” she laughs softly. “It’s alright. I’m glad that you haven’t already hung up on me, to be honest. I’m a bit all over the place at the moment.”

“Maybe we should get that NDA out of the way before we continue then. Then you can feel free to be as unhinged as you want.”

She snorts. “Yes, perhaps we should.”

“Although, if you don’t mind, I always ask my clients how they found me for research purposes. So, can I ask—?”

“As it turns out, professional gift-giving is a highly specific occupation, and you seem to be about the only legitimate looking one that managed to come up in the Google results.”

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The Finder: Duke Crocker x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @trublu2u @aiko24k @magic-multicolored-miracle

When you’d first turned up in Haven you’d called yourself a P.I, Duke knows better these days, the more appropriate term would be a ‘Finder’. You have an exceptional gift for locating missing people, it’s that that brought you to Haven in the first place.

You’d been on the trail of your friend Jim Delaney, a man who had simply stepped out of your life one day and vanished into thin air. You’d managed to track him all the way here to Maine.

Using your less than savoury connections you’d discovered that Duke had been the one to smuggle him out of Boston. Jim’s Trouble had started to manifest physically and he’d had to cash in a favour from an old friend to spirit him away. It was safer for everyone, Jim had told you when you’d showed up at the houseboat Duke had set him up with.

It's seeing your compassion that makes Duke realise that you’re something special. Jim’s Trouble had disfigured him, rendered him practically unrecognisable to the man you once knew. However that didn’t seem to faze you. When you realised he was getting sicker, that his affliction was terminal you had set up yourself up in Haven and liquidating your business assets so that you could afford to make Jim more comfortable during his remaining few months.

“Who is he to you?” Duke had asked one night when the two of you were walking alongside each other on the beach. “Why come all the way out here to find him? Why choose to stay?”

“He’s my friend.” You say simply. “He gave me a chance when nobody else would.”

He’s doesn’t quite understand what that means until the night Jim passes away. The two of you are sipping from a forty year old single malt that he would have loved when you find yourself telling Duke how Jim saved you.

“I was living on the streets trying to escape a bad situation. I left with the clothes on my back and a couple of dollars I’d managed to take from my boyfriend’s wallet.” You tell him as you lay on a blanket, staring up at the stars. “I couldn’t go to the shelter because I knew he would find me so I started sleeping rough, trying to stay one step ahead of him until I could find a way to earn that wasn’t…”

You trail off then and Duke’s fingers thread through yours because he’s had to do some pretty terrible things to survive and now he knows you have too. He doesn’t judge you for it. He’s just glad you’re out of that situation, that you’re safe.

“He hired Jim to find you didn’t he?” he says into the darkness.

“Yea.” You say softly. “Jim, he took one look at the bruises, the doorway I was sleeping in, the clothes I was wearing…”

“And he saw you.” Duke says knowingly because Jim, he had done something similar for him just after Simon Crocker had died. He had been a lonely, messed up kid when Jim had taken him under his wing, helped him find his feet.

“He got me out of the city, set me up with a new identity, a job, a life.” You say softly, your voice breaking just a little. “He didn’t want anything, he didn’t expect anything, he just did it…”

“That’s who he was.” Duke says quietly as he shifts onto his side, propping his head up on his arm. “He couldn’t stand to see someone in distress, he couldn’t help himself…”

You turn to face him and he can see the agony in your eyes because Jim, he was a more than just a friend to you, he was a mentor, a father figure, the man who saved your life.

Without him you’re alone in the world all over again and Duke knows how hard that is, how untethered and isolated it makes you feel. His thumb ghosts over your cheek, chasing away the tears that stain your cheeks. He’s known you for just four months but already it feels like a life time.

“We’re gonna take care of each other alright?” He whispers to you as his forehead comes to rest upon yours. “It’s you and me, no matter what happens. We’ll take care of each other.”

The two of you stay up, swapping stories about Jim into the early hours of the morning. You laugh, you cry and finally you fall asleep curled up against Duke, your head resting on his chest as you listen to the sound of his heartbeat. He draws the blanket up around your shoulders, tucking it around your body as he holds you close. You’re gone when he awakens, the scent of your perfume and the sea clinging to his skin.

You don’t come back for three weeks and when you do it's one in the morning.

He’s asleep when you let yourself into his bedroom, he wakes up to the aroma of jasmine and sunshine, it floods his senses as you join him underneath the covers. He thinks he’s dreaming at first but his dreams, they’re never this sweet.

“Tell me you’ve missed me.” You whisper as you strip off your shirt and his calloused palms chase over your bare skin.

“I have thought about you every damn day.” He murmurs into the curve of your throat as he helps you undress.

He makes love to you that night, his lips trailing over your naked form as the sound of the waves crash in his ears.

When he wakes up it’s to an empty bed. He sighs, burying his face into your pillow because this isn’t one of his usual one night affairs. He actually cares about you, the feelings he has, they’ve been there since the day you turned up on his boat peppering him with questions about Jim.

When he steps out onto his deck that morning he doesn’t expect to see you sitting there, wearing one of his shirts and a pair of his boots. You’re perched in his chair, sipping tea from a chipped mug and reading one of those mystery novels that you love so much.

Haven, he thinks as he lingers in the doorway, the edges of his mouth turning into a smile. It just has this way of giving people what they need, especially when they least expect it.

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actuallyacerrr · 3 days

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For the lovely @nuncscioquidsitamor-14 <3 The first interaction we had lolol. I am so greatful to have had you interact with me. I have made so many wonderful mutuals and have had so much fun being back on Tumblr over the past few months. I will be honest, I don’t think I would stuck around (as I have ghosted my account two times prior-). So I mean it when I say thank you for being the reason I stayed.

Also, sorry for what i’m about to do to Leo.

|| Mother Hen the Mother Hen

Pairing(s) ->

2012!Leonardo H. x F!Reader

Warning(s) ->

Violence, Injuries, Blood,

Summary ->

Leo goes to reader after being injured on a solo mission.

1067 Words : Masterlist

He jumped back, hand clutching himself with heavy breaths. Staring down the remaining foot. Taking his katana and charging. Forming a roundhouse kick, the tip of his katana being used as support, as he pushed off of one foot soldier to slam another. The hilt of his katana backing into another’s stomach before jumping away. Landing perfectly.

Leonardo has come alone. No one, not even Master Splinter knew of this outing. Just him. He took off again, with only a few stragglers remaining of this bust. Whatever they wanted, they were not going to get it.

Next thing he knew, Leo found himself being slammed against a wall.

His shell and body ached, he was exhausted, and most importantly did not want to face the scolding of his master, or brothers. So, Leo went to the one place he’d avoid all of that. The home of a special ‘friend’ of his. He knew the route by heart. A past solo patrol where he stopped a mugging led to one, two, three, more meetings after that night.

It was not far, but his injuries significantly slowed him down. He was more out of breath by the time he arrived. Landing with a stumble on your fire escape. Slumping against the side railing. He managed to make one tiny knock before he grew still, in hopes of not hurting his injuries further.

𓂃 ࣪˖

The second she heard the knock she turned to look, the knock was familiar. The sigh Leo used to let her know he was there. She found it a little strange he came without a heads up, but it wasn’t unwanted. But when [name] looked out the window. The smile she had faltered and her face shifted to one of worry and concern.

The teenage girl—without hesitation—swiftly got out the window and dragged the exhausted turtle, katanas and all inside.

“Leonardo Hamato! What the hell happened to you? Where are your brothers? Do they know? Does Master Splinter know?” This was exactly what Lep had hoped to avoid. But it seems he can’t.

“Shit- just wait here!” Her voice wavered and she was practically sprinting to find something. In the next few seconds he knew what: a first-aid kit, after he removed his hand from himself.

Blood—red shiny blood—it clung to his hand and the adrenaline just began to wear off right then.

“Oh..” His own voice wavered.

She can right back at that moment getting to work to stop the bleeding while rambling on to him about this. Like a mother hen- like himself.

“Seriously, Lee, do your brothers or father know you're out? At all?” Right- two things his brothers and father didn’t know. That he was out of a solo patrol, and that he had a girlfriend.

“No, they don’t know I'm out—or that you exist..”

“Leonardo.”

The blue clad turtle diverted away his eyes. He could tell she was more mad about the ‘his brothers and father didn’t know he was out’ thing.

“You need to be more careful! This wound is pretty deep, Leo. I’m just glad you didn’t pass out on the way here.”

“I’m sorry, love.”

As soon as the wound was wrapped and cleaned she stood up.

“Let me check your shell.”

“Huh-“

“You tensed when I was near it, let me see, c’mon.”

Leo turned with your help, letting you assess his shell. She could see him tensing in certain areas when she glided over them. There were no cracks, or holes, yet. So for now she took some diluted betadine and applied it to the area, then gently covered it to keep it from getting infected.

“There, it’s just bruised and nothing serious. But, as you get home you make sure they check it out and watch for cracks or holes, okay?”

Leo nodded. His eyes had been locked onto the movie playing, it was a good distraction. [Name] joined him back on the couch, and Leo slowly and gingerly leaned against her, burying himself into her side.

The two remained quiet during the movie, well except for the occasional adjustment, between the two. The little popcorn that had originally been made for [Name] was quickly gone.

“I’m gonna go make some more, I'll be right back.” She pecked the top of his head. Leo hummed a response, invested in the movie. He was content on the couch, even getting a little sleepy. Well if it wasn’t for the ache in his legs begging to move. He waited a while longer, until he couldn’t. The turtle mutant pulled himself up holding onto whatever he could as he guided himself to the kitchen.

“Leo-? You should be on the couch resting.” [Name] turned from the popcorn to look at Leo.

“I needed to stretch. So my legs aren’t sore tomorrow morning.” She took the answer with a nod, returning to the popcorn which was almost finished popping.

Leo stands beside her, slowly lacing their hands together, figuring with her fingers.

“Thank you for fixing me up.” She smiled.

“I would do it again, a thousand times over.” She added with her smile now directed at him.

“And I would ‘mother hen’ you even if you had gone home first.” Leo smiled, twirling her around slowly. Getting a laugh from her.

“Like I do?” He guessed.

“Very much like you do.” He would do it a million times over if it meant being with her too.

A beep came from the microwave, alerting them the popcorn had finished. Leo helped her bring the warm popcorn bowl back to the couch. Getting readjusted and comfortable on the couch.

The movie was almost over by the time they returned, it had been half way through upon his arrival at least. They both were—mostly—quiet during the rest of the movie. Little comments being made here and there. Popcorn grabbed and eaten. Soon the second bowl was discarded from their laps.

[Name] made sure Leo was comfortable leaning against her, that it wasn’t awkward on his shell, and that he wasn’t awkwardly positioned. He reassured her and she nodded with relief.

The movie ended around the time Leo fell asleep. [Name] turning the TV off and grabbing the blanket behind her wrapping it around the two. Falling asleep shortly after. A little smile on her face,and relief that Leo was okay tonight. Tomorrow? That would be a whole other story.

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svtdarlingbby · 2 years

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Seventeen Reacts to their idol s/o fainting on stage

Seventeen x idol!reader (gender neutral)

Warnings: fainting

Today was the day. Your group was finally going to be performing at your first music show! You and your group had spent so much time preparing for the big performance and you felt like you got all the moves and notes down. Unfortunately, you hadn't been feeling your best the day of the performance. You don't know if it was anxiety, stress, something you ate, dehydration, or what but you found yourself feeling a little lightheaded. Before the show, your boyfriend noticed how you seemed kinda out of it. However, you quickly brushed off his concerns as you made the performance your priority. Your boyfriend hesitantly let you make your choice but still remained worried nonetheless. He tried to calm himself down since your relationship wasn't public yet. Everyone knows how tough it can be being an idol in a public relationship. He made his way to sit with the rest of his group just as you were adding the final touches to your appearance.

As soon as you got on stage, the blaring lights seared your already aching eyes. The noise of the crowd and music didn't help with your headache. You were surprised you managed to make about a third of the way through the song you performed with your group and somehow got through your first few lines. However, the constant movement surrounded by so many overwhelming elements alongside your general fatigue was getting to you. Just as you were dancing, you felt a bout of dizziness as your vision blurred into darkness. The last thing you heard was the collective gasp from the audience before colliding with the ground.

Seungcheol:

his eyes widen and his jaw drops

he had been watching you intently and found it hard to enjoy the song as he progressively saw you get more exhausted

he had an idea you weren't feeling the best, but he really didn't expect you to faint on stage

looks around at his members because he can't believe what he just saw

he uses everyone's attention on you to slip backstage where he finds you being treated by the medics

he's pretty worried, and partially blames himself for not making you rest

somehow maintains his distance until the medics make sure you don't have any serious injuries

holds your hand as he waits for you to wake up, still beating himself up about your lack of rest

squeezes your hand when you finally wake up and urges you to rest

"Are you okay Y/N? I'm sorry. I should've convinced you not to do the show."

Jeonghan:

Jeonghan could tell when you lie to him but today he trusted your judgement

he instantly regretted that as he felt his heart drop when he saw you faint

kept his composure but was freaking out on the inside

seeing your group members carry you backstage urged him to meet them there

without thinking he left his seat and raced backstage, he didn't care if media outlets noticed his absence during this time he just cared about your wellbeing.

glad that the medics were able to attend to you so quickly but felt impatient waiting for them to give him the clear that you were okay

seeing you still unconscious and frail looking broke his heart

he thanked your group members before sitting beside you and resting his hand on your cheek

thankfully you began to come through and were met with Jeonghan's worried face

"Hey Y/N, it's okay. Next time tell me when you aren't feeling good. I'll always listen to you."

Joshua:

initially he thinks his eyes are playing tricks on him but soon realizes that you are not okay

looks around at his members in shock before gesturing to them that he needed to be by your side

his heart breaks seeing you in that state as he mentally punches himself for not doing more

glad when the medics say you're okay and nothing is serious

it feels like an eternity waiting for you to wake up as he holds your clammy hand

nonetheless he is patient through it all and sighs a breath of relief when he sees you stir awake

"Thank goodness you're awake Y/N," he says as he carefully hugs you

Jun:

he had felt something was off about you and wished he trusted his instinct

seeing you faint made his eyes widen as he processed the scene in front of him

he needed to be by your side, nothing could stop him

and seeing his members encourage him to make sure you were okay only motivated him more to slip backstage

by the time he reached the backstage area your members had brought you to the medics who checked your vital signs and signs of immediate injury

Jun knew he should stay out of their way but he also wanted to be near you

he found a bottle of water for when you woke up in the meantime

once you were cleared he immediately sat next to you

he sent a text updating his members that you were okay but still unconscious

did everything to make you comfortable on the uncomfy couch like adding pillows and draping his jacket over your legs

sighed in relief as he saw your eyes flutter open

"Oh Y/N, I'm so glad you're awake. Don't worry, are you feeling better?" he asked feeling all the emotions he felt as he held back tears trying to stay strong for you.

Hoshi:

this man practically stood up from his seat the moment you fainted

he felt a sense of dread as he saw how limp you were when your members picked you off the ground.

didn't fully process what he just witnessed, he knew he had to be there for you

he raced backstage and thankfully saw the medics attending you

the staff and everyone backstage could see the worry on his face as he raced his way toward you

the medics informed him that it didn't look serious and you'd wake up any moment

he sighed in relief and thanked them as he sat next to your unconscious body

backstage wasn't comfortable and he placed your head in his lap on the uncomfortable couch

brushed your hair that became unkempt out of your face as he stared wistfully wishing he had saw the signs ahead of time

he feels pretty emotional at the same time but holds it in

once he feels you twitch and regain consciousness it takes everything in him to hold back his emotions

"Y/N, you scared me. Please, just let me know next time if you're not feeling well. I'm so glad you're okay," his voice cracks as a stray tear drips onto your cheek

Wonwoo:

he still felt something was off with you even when you entered the stage

even so, seeing you faint still came as a shock to him

he felt himself freeze in fear watching your members hand you off to the medics

he snapped out of it when his members were calling his name, urging him to see you backstage

thankfully with chaos focused on the stage he was able to go backstage undetected

the sight in front of him was all too familiar as the medics administered oxygen to your weak form

thankfully you were half awake and were able to hear him call your name

once the medics cleared you, all you wanted was to be by Wonwoo's side

still feeling too dizzy to sit up, Wonwoo placed your head on his lap as he encouraged you to rest and not speak

"Y/N, I'm glad you're okay but you need to rest. You can focus on your work later and don't hesitate to let me know if you don't feel well."

Woozi:

like Jeonghan he also had a feeling you were lying to him about feeling okay

he did not feel okay about you performing

this feeling was confirmed when you passed out in the middle of your performance but nonetheless shocked Jihoon

he felt his jaw drop at the sight and looked for the quickest route to backstage to be by your side

you were still unconscious by the time he arrived

thankfully some of your group members led him to where you were with the medics tending to you

he thanked them and stood behind as the medics did their job but he was so worried

he sighed in relief when the medics assured him it wasn't serious and that you'd wake up anytime and to alert them if anything happens

he pulls a chair near where you were laying and gingerly moves your hair out of your face

all the while he's mentally yelling at himself for not keeping an eye out for you

thankfully you begin to come through and he could not be more grateful

"You don't know how happy I am to see you. Are you okay? You could always tell me if you're not okay."

he was trying his best to nod along to your group's performance but the sight of you appearing weaker and weaker worried him

he did a double take when you fainted

was just very shocked and wide eyed during the aftermath

at the encouragement of his members he nervously raced his way backstage to check on you

poor baby is so nervous but he's glad the medics were taking care of you

had a hard time trying to stay away from you however

as soon as the medics gave him the clear that you were okay he dashed by your side

mentally he felt so guilty, he thought he should've done a better job to make sure you weren't being overworked

is absolutely delighted when you begin to wake up

"Hey Y/N, are you okay? You fainted. You know, I'll always be here for you and you can tell me anything."

Mingyu

he could sense that something wasn't right as soon as he saw your movements begin to slow

before he could mention the fact to his members, you suddenly fainted causing him to gasp

without thinking he rushed backstage, he also didn't care if the media noticed his absence

you were his priority as of right now

thankfully you were half awake as the medics tended to you and you were able to make out his tall figure despite your tired, blurred vision

you try calling out his name though it came out very weakly

he assured you he was there and was able to squeeze your hand gently

"Hey, I'm here. It'll be okay Y/N. Save your strength."

The8

initially he felt almost annoyed that you were being stubborn and not listening to his warning

he knew that you were excited and wanted to deliver the best show for your fans but he didn't like that you did not prioritize your health

though he saw you get weaker and weaker, he still was shocked that you actually fainted

immediately internally panics seeing you in such a weak state in front of everyone

just wants you to be okay

quickly excuses himself as he darts straight toward backstage

his heart breaks seeing you being administered oxygen by the medics

does his best to give the medics space but feels himself gravitating toward you

eventually the medics alert him that you'll be okay as he breathes a sigh of relief

stays by your side the entire time until you wake up confused

"Shh Y/N, you fainted on stage. You need your rest."

Seungkwan

Seungkwan also felt somewhat annoyed that you wouldn't listen to his advice

but he knew that if the roles were reversed he would probably act the same way

despite this, he was vibing to your group's song until he noticed you began to appear weaker as the song went by

assumed it was nerves but seeing you stiffly fall made his jaw drop as his eyes widened

looks at his members in disbelief

feels terrible that your last conversation didn't go so well either

tells his members that he needs to see you before going backstage as the medics hauled you off stage

felt all of the emotions as he saw you being handled by the medics

your group members try to reassure him that he tried his best informing you of the risks but he still feels bad

once the medics tell him that you'll be okay he thanks them as he holds back tears staring at your unconscious form

sits next to you and adjusts your hair out of your face causing you to stir

when you weakly call out his name, he begins to cry

"Oh Y/N, please be careful next time."

Vernon

didn't feel all that great leaving you to perform but still trusted your opinion

he still felt so proud to see you on stage but could tell you were struggling

fully did not expect you to faint though, so it really catches him by surprise

his head jolts in shock as his eyes widen at the sight, feeling a sense of dread

tells his members that he needs to see you backstage as you were taken

ofc they all agree and he slips backstage

thankfully it seems you have woken up but the medics are still checking your vital signs

stays out of the medics' way but is impatient as he just wants to be by your side

once the medics are done, he is immediately by your side

feels the need to bombard you with questions but also doesn't want to overwhelm you especially when you were still feeling lightheaded and weak

nonetheless he squeezed your hand gingerly, thankful that you weren't seriously injured

"I'm glad you're not hurt but please remember it's okay to put yourself first."

Dino

he knew where you were coming from when you still wanted to perform despite not feeling well

however he wished you would understand the consequences but didn't want to argue with you before your first stage at a music show

he still wished you a good performance and vibed to your group's song

when you began to appear tired, he felt a bad feeling in his chest sensing the worst

felt powerless as he couldn't catch you or provide immediate help when you fainted on stage

overall he looked and felt extremely worried

thankfully his members encouraged him to go backstage asap to meet you

you were still unconscious as the medics made sure you were okay

found himself asking them so many questions just because of how nervous he was for you

thankfully they told him that you'd be okay

allowed you to rest in his lap and he made sure you were comfortable and had enough space

mentally curses for not doing more but once your eyes flutter open he let's out his emotions

"Y/N this is what I was worried about, are you okay? You fainted. But I'm still proud of you though."

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ladytanithia · 11 months

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Edit: thanks so much for all the love on this one! It's only ever gotten 2 favorites on DA, so I'm very pleasantly surprised to see it kinda blowing up on Tumblr. Had no idea there were so many Revyn fans.

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I killed myself on the details, but it was worth it. This was my second piece of digital art, so I'm pretty proud of it!

From Chapter 17 of Dalliances with Dunmer:

"Considering my circumstances here, living in my hovel of a shop in the dirtiest end of a dirty city, I understand that I’m not the most attractive choice. And I also understand that you’re not ready to choose a mate yet, anyway. I am much older than you know; if I were human, and our lifespans were comparable, I would probably be more than old enough to be your father. Yet I’m still drawn to you and your youthful energy, your talent, your beauty, and your loving and compassionate heart. I know you don’t intentionally hurt me, and that it hurts you just to know that I hurt sometimes because of you.

“Even if I did manage to convince you to marry me, I believe our relationship would remain the same as it is now, except that we would share a home. And I ask myself, would it be enough for me to know that my home was your home, and you would always have to come back eventually? That you loved me at least as much as you love all the other lovers in your life? And once again I ask myself what makes me think you’d be my wife?

“And so it goes, back and forth… You don’t make me miserable, Miranja dear. I make myself miserable. Ambarys understands my yearning for you, but he thinks I’m a fool. I probably am. But I have nothing but time. And who am I to tell you what you can and cannot do? Enjoy your life as you see fit, dearest. I’ll continue to enjoy what time I’m able to spend with you. Thank you for choosing to spend time with me and to love this lonely old man.”

Miranja had tears streaming down her face by the time Revyn finished pouring his heart out. “Now may I kiss you?”

Revyn smiled and nodded, and Miranja freed her hands from his, holding his face and kissing him over and over as he embraced her with gentle arms and stroked her hair.

“I do love you and care for you, Revyn. Please don’t ever doubt that. You are actually one of my favorite lovers, as well as one of my favorite friends. I think I’d shrivel up and die if you ever turned your back on me.”

“Sweet girl, I could never do that. Even as rarely as I see you, you’ve become an important part of my life. You bring the sunlight into the darkest corners of my shop when you visit.”

They stood behind the stairs, just holding each other for a long while, until Miranja started to wonder if Talvas was getting bored or impatient.

“I should probably get going, Revyn. Thank you for sharing your thoughts and feelings with me. You’ve given me some things to think about. I look forward to seeing you again soon. I’m glad that coming and going to and from Solstheim brings me right to your doorstep.”

“As am I,” Revyn said with quiet warmth. They shared one last tender kiss before returning to the taproom.

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rintarousgirl · 10 months

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i wanna be yours -- 7. snap out of it

✦ - Y/N is a small business owner, offering her services not only as a designer but an at-home makeup artist and cosmetic producer as well. She's perfectly content with her small life when she's approached by the manager of the INARIZAKI band, asking for her to fill the position of backstage artist on short notice. Needing the money, and wanting the experience, Y/N agrees. Little does she know of the fatal attraction she will share with the band's lead, Suna Rintarou.

a/n: uh, hoping that this gets y'all back into my good graces. enjoy the little bit of filth you get in this one LMAO, content warning for making out ig?? anyways, please ignore the time at the top of the phone bc im too lazy to block it out. if time is important for texts than there will be a timestamp, or it will be explicitly stated.

8:32PM

You spot Rintarou's car pull up outside of your small apartment building. He remains in the car, but you already know he's looking for you. You stand from the park bench you were sitting on, and head over.

Pulling open the car door, you settle into the passenger seat. His car smells of fresh leather and his cologne, and you find it's a pleasant mix of smells. He looks to you, his hooded eyes dressed in dark black eyeliner. It was clear he'd done it himself, his own hand not nearly as skilled as your own. The thought of him trying to replicate your work in the mirror made you giggle.

"Hey," he greets, tilting his head as he takes in your appearance, "You look very pretty."

You find a small blush making its way onto your cheeks. You'd gone relatively simple, but still dressed up as he had told you to. You'd gone for a forest green silk satin slip dress, and some black strap heels. Your purse rested across your shoulders, filled with a few small cosmetics, your keys, and your phone. Along with some breath mints, just in case.

"You look rather handsome yourself, Rin," you compliment, noting the white blouse and black slacks. His shirt was partially unbuttoned at the top, and he had a silver chain around his neck and some silver rings glinting on his fingers. They were the same ones you'd given him for the concert.

Rintarou lets out a small huff, running a hang through his hair. The rest of the drive is relatively silent, soft music playing through the stereo. After about a ten minute drive, the two of you pull up outside of a very fancy restaurant.

Suddenly, you feel a little self-conscious about your outfit. All the other woman seemed to be more dressed up with you are, some of them having elbow gloves or fur coats. You take in deep breaths to calm your nerves as Rintarou rounds the car and opens the door for you.

"After you," he coos, a teasing smirk on his lips. You take his outstretched hand and close the door behind you. His fingers intertwine with yours, and he lifts the back of your hands to his lips and presses a quick kiss to your skin.

You bite down on your lip, tasting your lip gloss. "I didn't take you as the romantic type," you admit, as the two of you walk in.

"I didn't either. I guess you bring out another side of me," his words are clearly joking, but there's also a twinge of sincerity in his words. It does something to your heart, and you try your best to quell the rushing of your heartbeat in your ears.

Rintarou talks with the waiter, who didn't have much of a reaction to his presence. Either his place was frequented by famous people, or this person just didn't know or cared who he was. Actually, most of the people in here didn't, which you were kind of glad for. You never enjoyed being in the spotlight, that was why you were the behind-the-scenes artist.

The two of you are seated at a more reclusive table, tucked away in one of the corners with dim lighting and a small bouquet of flowers and a few candles between you.

"This is a wonderful place, Rin," you gush, unable to keep from admiring it. The roof was glass, open to the night sky. The moon shined above, providing additional light in the dimly lit room. You could point out a few constellations.

Over dinner, you and Rintarou talk. He tells you more about his mother, the sweet saint of a woman, and a little about his bandmates. Then he asks about you. You tell him about your favorite colors, sports teams, music genres, and more.

"No," he interruptes you, taking your hand from across the table. Both of you had eaten at that point and were just enjoying the atmosphere. "I want to know about you, not what you like."

You stutter, blinking softly. Your lips part slightly, as you think of something to say. "Uh," you say stupidly, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. Rintarou's lips quirk up a bit.

"Well, I grew up in Tokyo, the Nerima Ward specifically. I attended Fukurodani private academy, and I was the manager of my best friend's volleyball team."

Something lights up in Rintarou's eyes, a hint of something familiar. "Did you play?"

"A little. I had to learn how to set for Bokuto when Akaashi didn't want to...did you used to play?" the question felt a bit stupid. Why would Suna Rintarou, a famous singer/songwriter and near-professional photographer, play? volleyball?

He laughs. "I, uh, I did more than just play. Actually, the whole band played, even Kita. We all went to the same high school, it's kind of how we met each other, y'know? Atsumu was the only one who tried to make a career out of it. When we weren't playing though, we were in Kita's garage learning how to play instruments."

"Woah," you say, not even bothering to hide your shock. It felt so natural. Rintarou had the body of a volleyball player, and you knew Atsumu played and that they had all known each other pre-band. Yet, despite that, it seemed unfathomable to you. "I didn't know any of that."

"Yeah," Rintarou snorts, "it's not exactly the kind of thing they ask in interviews. It isn't hidden knowledge either though, you can look up any old competition video and you'll find all of us."

"Well, that's something to do when I get bored," you remark, resting your head in your hands. Maybe volleyball was how Kuroo got interested in INARIZAKI. Their music wasn't exactly his taste anyway, but he was still involved in the community. He probably knew of them from volleyball which piqued his interest. He was nosey like that.

Eventually, Rintarou pays the bill, and leads you out the door. He checks his watch. It's nearing 10:30, and the city is alive. "Do you have a specific time you need to be back?" he asks you as the two of you climb back in his car.

"No, and I wouldn't mind spending more time with you."

And that's how you find yourself in a lounge with Rintarou, the music blasting as the two of you sip on champagne glasses. He'd managed to snag a seat for the two of you on a loveseat in the lounge. In front of you, sweaty bodies mingled and dance. Laughter, singing, and the sounds of joy filled the air. The sounds of people enjoying themselves.

"Rin?" you begin, turning to him. Your thighs are brushing, and his hand is resting on your knee. His touch is warm against the thin fabric of your dress, and you try not to squirm too much as his thumb rubs small circles into the flesh of your lower thigh.

"Hm?"

"Will you dance with me? Please?" He looks slightly caught off guard, but he blinks at you a few times before shrugging.

"I have two left feet, it wouldn't be the best idea," and yet he stands, setting down his glass as he extends a hand to you. A laugh rips from your chest, and you take his hand happily.

You drag him along with you to the dance floor, nesting the two of you somewhere in the middle. You let yourself free, letting the small amount of alcohol and the euphoria in your system loosen you up as you begin to dance. Rintarou laughs, not as comfortable as you are but enjoying watching you, nonetheless.

A partner song comes on, one of those old fast ones that you have to jump around and use a lot of footwork. You reach for Rintarou, but a hand wrap around your waist and you're being whisked away to dance with a stranger. Rintarou only has a moment before a woman your age is tapping on his shoulder and pulling him in to dance with her.

Despite being with a stranger, you still manage to have fun, twirling and twisting around the floor. Your feet will ache by tomorrow, but it doesn't matter because in this moment you can't think past now.

Looking over the shoulder of the man you're dancing with, you meet Rintarou's sharp gaze, as he stares at you from across the floor. Small breathy giggles erupt from you, which has your partner snickering.

For the rest of the song, you can feel Rintarou's eyes on you, but you know your eyes are on him just as much.

Eventually, you're set free from your partner, as a slower more romantic song begins to play. You stumble across the floor to Rintarou, who was trying to detach himself from the woman he was dancing with previously.

You tap on her shoulder and make a small shoo-ing motion which she understands. She walks off, though not without sending you a dirty look. Scoffing, you turn back to Rintarou.

He's looking at you with heavy, dark, eyes and slowly your giggles die out on your tongue. Rintarou's hand sneaks around your waist, pulling you close till your chests were flush. He was taller than you, and you tried not to cower as he looked down at you.

"Rin?" you whispered softly, but your eyes couldn't stay on his. In fact, your eyes couldn't drift away from his lips.

His thumb rubbed softly at the swell of your hip, before pressing gently on your stomach and drifting up your sides. His touch made you shiver, and you tried to stop the shaking in your hands.

To give you something to hold onto, your fingers slide up his neck into his hair, curling in silky brown locs. He lets out a little grunt when you give a tiny tug, before a grin crawls on his lips.

"Everyone was looking at you while you danced, y'know," he comments, singing it like it was a praise. You shrug, licking your lips.

"I don't care," you say cooly, "unless..,you were looking too?" you knew he was, but it was always fun to tease.

...what were you doing? This wasn't professional by any means, actually, this was incredibly inappropriate. You knew Rintarou's intentions going into this though, shouldn't you face the consequences of your own actions?

It doesn't matter what you think though, because Rintarou's lips are on yours in a matter of seconds and it burns away any thoughts of regret you had.

Anything would be okay, if it meant you could experience this time and time again.

His lips are soft, just as you thought they'd be, and his teeth nip and tug on your lip. You find yourself falling apart in his grasp, your mouth falling open wider to give further access.

Your fingers curl harder in Rintarou's hair, ripping a small gasp from his throat. His head pulls back, displaying his gorgeous pale neck. Clear and unmarked.

You take the moment of separation to your advantage, and kiss along his jawline. Rintarou's eyelashes flutter, and his teeth bite down on his lip. You find that sweet special spot between his jaw and his ear, sucking and biting down onto his skin.

You're more surprised when he lets out a shuddering shaky breath, just a whisp away from being a whimper. Something akin to pride runs through you, and you bite and suck with more fervor.

Rintarou's hands tremble on your sides, and one comes up to uselessly grasp at your arm as if seaking leverage of some sort. After a few minutes of kissing his neck, you let go, taking in a deep breath.

Pulling back, Rintarou watches you with wild eyes. It was amazing to see him so disheveled, and it managed to be a better look than anything you could create for him.

His neck was a variety of lipgloss stains, and small bites, but that specific spot you'd focused on was the best. It was a deep red, and would no doubt be purpling soon. Your lip shape and teeth marks were clear on his pale skin. There was no way he'd be hiding this. No color corrector or concealer could change that.

"C'mon," you say, taking his hand and knocking him out of his stupor, "I should get home."

The drive home is silent again, but you don't pretend to notice the way Rintarou is struggling to keep his eyes on the road and his hands on the steering wheel. "Careful," you'd tease, and enjoy the way his brows would furrow.

As he came to a halt outside of your house, you open the door, partially stepping out when his hand wraps around your wrist and tugs you close.

There's a slight register of pain as your stomach hits the edge of the console, but that's ripped away from you as Rintarou kisses you with a certain ferocity you couldn't match.

He let's you go after a few seconds, laughing at the way you chase his lips.

"Goodbye, Y/N."

And then he's off, leaving you on the sidewalk outside of your apartment building with trembling legs.

Slowly, you pull out your phone.

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★ - Suna went home and stared at the hickey in the mirror for a good ten minutes.

★ - Kuroo calls you right after and demands all the details. He loves and hates hearing it at the same time.

★ - Suna has still not answered Atsumu's string of texts from the last chapter.

★ - While you were walking in your building, the receptionist tells you that your lipgloss was smudged. Like...really badly.

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rainbowsky · 11 months

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Hi RBS, I hope you are well 🙏💛

First I want to thank you. Your blog and your answers have been a grounding source of perspective in times of both happiness as well as the harder, confusing ones, I can’t tell you how grateful I am to you… 🙏

My ask is related to some mutterings I’ve seen on Weibo, and it got me thinking. Some are wondering if what happened this week is gonna lead to the closing of the SP, if 🐢 are seeing as being still too “present” or like a risk.

If that day will come, what do you think will happen? Will 🐢 still be allowed to show support for them as a couple? Or will that be a sign that the fandom can’t exist in the open anymore?

There’s no question in my mind that I will continue to support them, both individually as well as a couple. But I’m wondering if we’ll still be able to do so “openly” (or as openly as 🐢can, mindful of protecting them) or if that will mean that bjyxszd talks won’t be “allowed” anymore.

Sorry for the bleak ask, but while staying positive I can’t help but try to brace myself and wondering so as to be more prepared, in a way.

Thank you again for your kindness and all your precious insights 🙏💛

Hi Anon, I'm doing OK. I hope you're well too! 😊

Thanks for your kind words, I'm glad you're finding my blog helpful in any way.

Standard disclaimer: Everything I say is a reflection of my own understanding of things, my own values and ideas and opinions. There are precious few verified facts available here, so we can never know for sure what the real truth is. Therefore, don’t take what I say as fact. It’s just my opinion, some musings, and a bit of CPN. Totally fake, of course.

It's true that there are a lot of turtles on Weibo and in the international fandom wondering what's next, and wondering if the changes over the past few days are only the beginning of the end. My inbox has been flooded with such questions over the past few days.

Obviously I don't know. No one knows for sure what's going to happen. We are in uncharted waters right now. Are these changes just DD's team trying to appease solos without breaking the CP, or are they the thin end of the wedge? I'd be lying if I said I had the answer to that question.

I suspect some of that will depend on whether these changes are sufficient to calm things down. If the solos refuse to be appeased and if BXG take the place of the solos in attacking DD's team and making demands, then it's possible his team will have to take more and bigger steps to bring things into line. And since solos represent DD's traffic in the eyes of most people, those steps would be unlikely to benefit turtles.

Turtles will also need to be careful. The more extreme and the more public these conflicts become, the more difficult they'll be to ignore, and the more pressure GG and DD will both be under to 'do something' about turtles. If they're forced to choose between their careers and turtles, the choice is obvious. If they're forced to choose between their careers and the supertopic remaining open, the choice is obvious.

But I think it's highly unlikely to come to that. BJYX has existed for 5 years, and there have been conflicts and struggles in the past, including - lest we forget - 2/27. If they didn't close the supertopic then, I think it's highly unlikely that they'd do it now.

Let's remember that the supertopic is just a fan forum. It's like a big Facebook group. It's a place where fans get together and talk about GG and DD. And it's probably the most disciplined and well-managed GGDD fan group in the C-fandom. There are strict rules and the forum is monitored and moderated by volunteer admins. They do a pretty decent job of maintaining order in the fandom.

There are celebrity CP supertopics that have lasted for years, from even before BJYX came along. In most cases there is no reason to shut down a CP supertopic. They're harmless.

Like I said, it's going to come down to how C-turtles handle themselves. If they behave poorly they might force GG and DD's hand. Only time will tell.

As for what we should do if things go sideways, there's no use in trying to cross a bridge that doesn't even exist yet. It's a pointless exercise. Everything would depend on the circumstances. There's no point in speculating that far ahead about something that will likely not come to pass.

Future us will know what to do, because we'll have the information about what's going on at that time to help guide our choices.

And I fervently, passionately urge everyone to STAY CALM, and not go all doom and gloom about things. As I'm fond of saying when people close to me are catastrophizing:

We don't know what's going to happen in the future. We choose what to believe will happen. In doing so, why would we choose something that upsets us and makes our present experience painful? We should choose to believe things that give us strength and hope.

So I encourage everyone to ponder this, and to be conscientious about what you choose to tell yourself about what the future might hold. The future hasn't happened yet. All daydreaming about the future is just speculation, and we can choose to control what those speculations are.

More than anything, I think it's SO IMPORTANT to remember why we're here. We are here to love and support GG and DD. Let's try to focus on them and their projects, rather than get mired in a bunch of handwringing over things we can't control.

Can we please try to remember them, focus on them and support them? They're so precious!!

Most of all, let's not take our anger and pain out on DD and YBO. We are supporters, not antis. As I said in my previous post, it's possible that DD and YBO are working together to try to keep turtles and solos both happy. DD by giving candy, YBO by giving DD cover for the solos. Let's not assume they're the enemy. They're DD's team. We need to give them the benefit of the doubt.

One of the supertopic admins put it really well:

When the sailors on the boat encountered a storm, some chose to go forward bravely to break through the storm, while some chose to stop and wait for the storm to end. Before the storm subsides, no one can be 100% sure whose method is right. However, it is definitely not advisable to break the hull to let the seawater flood in, and turn the bow of the ship away from the set target. Xiaotuan hopes that everyone can pick up their senses no matter what the situation is, and pay attention to the scale of speaking in public. Any remarks that insult and coerce Boxiao himself are not advisable. Don't slander people you care about for various reasons. The future is long, and I wish you all a happy star chasing.

My previous posts relating to these issues:

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Are turtles misreading what LRLG meant by their post?

Did DD choose these changes?

YBO and the photoshopped images

The removal of CQL from DD's bio

I hope we can all return to focusing on GG and DD. I'm not likely to post about these controversies again until/unless something new comes up or anything changes.

#ggdd controversies #bxg ggdd #supertopics #fandom reflections #thanks so much #ask

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fangirlmedstudentblog · 10 months

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Well i make a brief comeback here to announce this, thought maybe i should share

But it's official that gemini and fourth are not in 23.5 anymore due to story changes and this is also intended to give them time to prepare for a new series?!

So that's the silver lining of a new gemini fourth series!

As much as I'm sad to see that gemini fourth aren't north night anymore (my mlm and wlw besties you'll be missed 😭) I'm honestly glad that it happened because the sheer amount of undeserved hate gemini and fourth have gotten over being casted in the series by certain*ahem* stans on twitter ever since the trailer released is just disgusting. They're still getting indirect hate in the tweet i linked as well.

So we can finally move on from that drama thank god. Also their replacements haven't been announced yet.

Plus i don't know how many of you follow their off drama appearances but they both have had some of the most hectic schedules I've seen for actors. They've had back to back promo shows, brand shows, concerts, fanmeets, solo activities too, and even a duo gemini fourth concert at the IMPACT ARENA for TWO NIGHTS coming up pretty soon (day 1 got sold out within hours and day 2 got added due to demand).

So i just hope gmm gives them a break too, those boys need their rest. They're just making appearances everywhere except in a damn drama at this point 😭

So anyways new gemini fourth drama confirmed wohoo!!!! At this point with how popular they are, it would've been weird if they hadn't gotten one, but you never know with gmmtv to be honest.

It wasn't anything we probably weren't expecting but it's still sad to let it be confirmed. Also gmm better change the damn side character names because at this point the names of north and night *are* associated with gemini and fourth so keeping them will lead to drama. (NorthNight are still GeminiFourth to me idc 🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️)

I might watch this show whenever it releases, because i do like milklove and will be tuning in for them.

Call me weird, but I'd been wanting a show FOREVER where you know bl and gl couples could actually co-exist and you know, possibly be best friends, but i guess it's not this one.

So anyways, that's all i came to say.

Sorry i haven't really been active on here, but as you might know, real life is pretty hectic, with exam prep and stuff. I'll see if I'll be more active later on, but honestly no guarantees.

I will say I've been watching and enjoying Be My Favourite a lot, and honestly if gmm manages to stick the ending, it might be in my top 15 bls I've watched across all languages! Do give it a shot if you haven't!

Everyone take care of yourselves and remain stress free!

#northnight #23.5 the series #gemini norawit #fourth nattawat #geminifourth #my school president #north x night

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blu-joons · 2 years

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Taking Care Of You When You Injure Yourself ~ Jung Hoseok

Your eyes looked glumly across the room as Hobi’s family walked into your apartment. You were still laid out on the sofa as Hobi stood up, running around the room in order to greet them. Unlike him, it took you time, biting down on your bottom lip as you lifted your leg off of the sofa slowly, rising slowly up to your feet.

Your steps were slow as you walked through the living room, finding yourself leaning on everything that you possibly could in order to keep your balance. As you moved, Hobi’s mum noticed you, holding her hand out for you to take.

Your head shook in decline of her offer, confident that you could move all by yourself. Having anyone helping you was something that you weren’t used to and something that you struggled to accept too. Your leg might have been broken, but your pride definitely wasn’t, and you wanted to stand on your own two feet.

As you got to the rest of Hobi’s family, his arm wrapped around you to keep you upright beside him. You didn’t react as Hobi moved his arm around you, instead you forced a smile onto your face as you greeted the members of Hobi’s family.

“How’s the leg doing?” His dad asked you as soon as he gave you a hug.

Your head nodded in reply, assuring him that he had no reason to worry, but Hobi beside you had a different response. He had watched you since the moment that you came out of the hospital and saw straight through the many smiles that you faked on your expression.

“Every day things are getting better and better,” you cheerily told them all as everyone began to move into the living room. “I’m doing pretty well, but I think Hobi is definitely worrying about me more than he probably needs to do.”

Hobi’s eyes widened as you looked back at him, surprised to hear you say what you had said. In his opinion, he had definitely worried a good amount as he made sure to refuse to let you run before you could walk, despite how desperate you were to start sprinting.

His hands remained on you as Hobi helped you to sit down after moving you back across to where the sofa was. “You’re too stubborn,” Hobi told you once you were down, “you always tell me when I injure myself that these things take time.”

“My leg has had plenty of time to recover,” you huffed, “I can’t sit on the sofa and expect everyone to run around after me forever, I’ve got to do things for myself too.”

“You don’t want to make things worse though sweetheart,” Hobi’s aunt warned you, offering you a weak smile. “When I was younger, I was just like you, I never really managed to shrug off my injury after.”

You didn’t quite know where to look or what to say as Hobi’s family all nodded in agreement. You knew exactly what he was up to, with you not listening to him, Hobi was hoping that you would decide to listen to them instead.

“Everyone cares for you,” his dad added, telling that you were beginning to feel awkward.

Their concern was something that was expressed to you for most of the afternoon, with you barely being able to lift a finger. Every time you wanted something, they were there, you couldn’t help but actually be glad when they left to head home.

“You’re mad at me, right?” Hobi asked you as soon as the front door closed.

“Can you tell?” You replied, your mood having been pretty sour ever since the conversation first shifted to your injury. “I felt like I was getting preached at Hobi, everything that I said I didn’t like, everyone did for me.”

“My family meant well, just like I always do Y/N,” he tried to explain to you. “We’re not trying to make you feel as if you’re not human, but we want to make life easier for you, we can tell that you’re in pain deep down you know.”

“I wish people would believe me when I tell them I’m fine,” you vented.

“But people know that you’re not,” Hobi sharply replied. “You might think that I don’t see your clenched fists or your gritted teeth, but I do see them Y/N, I see it constantly.”

Your head threw back as you let go of a sigh, “I’m fed up with being injured, it’s just not fair.”

Hobi’s head nodded understandingly as he joined you on the sofa, placing his hand down over the top of your leg. “No one likes to be injured, no one likes to rely on other people as much as you’re having to right now Y/N, but without doing this then you’re not going to heal, it’s an annoying sacrifice now, but it will be worth it in the long run.”

You knew that Hobi was right, it was the exact same advice that you had given to him. Several times when he had come home with advice to rest after injuring himself at work you had been on his case about making sure that he stayed still.

“I think I’m secretly quite enjoying getting to look after you.”

“How can you possibly enjoy any of this Hobi?”

“Because it mans that I have to spend time with you,” he chuckled, “and follow you around to make sure that you don’t do yourself anymore harm. It’s nice to be able to do things for you, even though you don’t like people doing anything for you.”

“it’s just weird to get used to,” you frowned back across to Hobi beside you. “I’m so used to it just being me, I mean most of the time you’re busy at work, and now all of a sudden, you’re here and on hand whenever I need you. It almost feels like I’m stealing you from where you need to be.”

Hobi’s head shook as he listened to you speak, “where I need to be is right here with you, you’re not taking me away from anywhere.”

“I do appreciate it, even though I might seem ungrateful and stubborn at times,” you assured him, “I think I’ve just got a little bit of a funny way of showing it.”

“I get it,” Hobi smiled, squeezing gently against the top of your leg, “you know I’m not exactly fond of people helping me either, but I know when I do need help, and you do right now. We all need help from time to time, no matter how much we try to deny it.”

Your head nodded in agreement with Hobi, “I think I’m fed up with living in denial, I might as well just admit it now really, I’m pretty much incapable right now.”

“You’re not incapable, you’ve just got a bit of a hinderance,” Hobi grinned, “but with my help, that will soon go away and recover.”

“It will go soon,” you whispered, settling down across the sofa. “Remind me please to try and never get myself injured again.”

“I would definitely love for you not to get injured anymore,” Hobi laughed.

“Now I see just how not fun all of this is.”

“Next time I’m injured, does that mean you won’t tease me?”

“No way, I’ll always tease you.”

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