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avelera · 19 days

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Avelera's Dreamling Fic Status Update:

Keeping Sanctuary (subscribe for updates here) - Giving Sanctuary Sequel follows Dream and Hob from the events of the altered meeting in 1689 up to the modern era. (aka, What if they hooked up after the 1689 meeting?) Current word count: ~7,000 words across several chapters. Realistic progress update: 1/10 complete total, Ch. 1 is about 1/5 complete.

(The rest are below the cut!)

Come live with me and be my love - Dream and Hob fall in love during the Regency Era when Dream loses a bet to Desire. Shenanigans ensue. (aka, What if they hooked up after the 1789 meeting?) Ch. 16 is at 2,500 words, probably about 1/3 done. Current plan is to wrap up Part 1 in the next few chapters then create a part 2 which finishes out their "1 year of marriage" on a month by month basis instead of following them day to day like Part 1 done. Probably won't be a separate fic though, just a change of format.

This Rough Magic - My take on "Hob rescues Dream from Burgess" with a twist that Hob ends up on Burgess's radar himself when he picked up some occult magic skills in the hopes of contacting Dream after 1889 and apologizing. Now he has to pretend to be friends with Burgess in order to get them both out of there, because Burgess thinks Hob can help force Dream to give him immortality. (aka, What if they hooked up after the 1889 meeting?) Ch. 9 is about 800 words in. Story is still very much in progress I just have a lot of WIPs, as you can see.

Joke's On You (I'm Into That) - The 1589 meeting goes very different when Hob proposes to Dream, who is so offended that he just can't let the matter go. A very angry, very horny competition kicks off between them. (Aka, what if they hooked up in 1589 when they were both at their absolute worst as people?) I have literally 40,000 words written for the rest of this fic. The problem is, there's big gaps in that first draft I have to fill in and scenes that need to be added. This might be my favorite WIP but it's also the hardest to write with all the smut scenes so it'll arrive whenever I can manage, I'm afraid.

Banana Daiquiris Ch. 2 - Comic-canon compliant (mostly) - Dream fakes his death to go on a vacation with Hob and Destruction. They end up in Tahiti. Destruction plays matchmaker. Hob doesn't know whether to thank Destruction or strangle him. Current word count 6,000 words. I've been playing around with adding on to this fic for ages. One of these days, I'll pull it all together.

And for fics that haven't been posted anywhere yet (you can subscribe on my Ao3 author page for alerts about them):

Hob Amesia Fic - Dream and Hob are dating officially now in the 21st century when Hob gets hit with what seems to be a memory loss curse, shaving off 100 years of his life each day until Dream finds a cure. This effectively grants Dream a walk down memory lane as he is reacquainted with the Hob of each era and, in the process, learns how much longer Hob cared for him than Dream ever realized. Current word count: 35,000 words. Currently writing 1489 (1889-1589 are done) and I might re-write the opening. It genuinely kills me not to have this one posted lol.

"Dream Accidentally Cursed Hob with a Normal Life" Fic - Dream learns that from 1689 on, Hob's life has been safe. Too safe. Improbably safe. Nothing bad or extraordinary or even terribly special has happened to him since Dream began to consider Hob his friend. He knows this because during his imprisonment, Hob's life became exciting again and suddenly went back to normal the day Dream was freed. Hob is not convinced that Dream is the reason for this, Dream disagrees. They talk about it. And fight about it. And some things that they've probably needed to talk about for a long time finally get said. (aka, sometimes the author just needs to write their weird headcanon into a 20,000 word fic that's almost entirely dialogue). Current word count: 16,000 words. This one also kills me that it's not done yet.

You Found Me Ch. 2 - (Comic-inspired) Hob's girlfriend Audrey survives the car crash. They got married. Then, in 2021, they got divorced. The Hob Dream meets at the New Inn when he returns is newly-divorced, bitter, and angry, and not in a good headspace to reunite with the friend who ghosted him over thirty years before. -5,000 words left to post. One of the first one-shots I wrote for this fandom then abandoned. Never could quite find an end for it that didn't become a huge long fic but I think I finally cracked it.

"Fairy God Marlowe" - 1589 fixit fic where Hob and Kit Marlowe strike up a conversation while Dream and Shaxberd are talking. Hob and Marlowe talk about plays, and faith, and salvation, and queer love, and what it means to live forever. Hob gets a second chance at a first impression. Current word count: ~5,000 words. Sadly, it's all dialogue in script format. I'd need to convert it into prose to publish which would be a slog. So it's a bit shelved until I find the energy to do so. No, I will not post it in script format, I'm allergic to the thought.

I've got a few other concepts kicking around, but these are the ones that actually have (*does a quick calculation*) over 100,000 words written that I haven't had the chance to post yet?? And it's driving me insane????

Anyway, I should probably pin this post for those curious lol. Feel free to ask me any follow-up questions, I love talking about WIPs even as they ruin my life!

#dreamling #maggie's writing progress #dreamling fic update #1689 fic #1589 fic #arranged marriage au dreamling

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littledemondani · 1 year

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imagine jason beinn mean to yn in front of eddie, normally he wouldn’t care but it’s the fact he poked fun at yn for liking something nerdy

first of all, i'm so sorry this took me months to get out. fell into a bad depression, got writer's block, haven't been able to get back into the swing of things. not sure how i feel about it, but i love this idea so much i had to get it out.

warnings: fem!reader, jason and reader are in a relationship, cheating, slight angst (tho not entirely sure if it qualifies but whatever) jason is a dickhead, eddie being protective

word count: 1k

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jason approached your at your locker to walk you to your math class. usually, you perk up when you see him, a smile so big it reaches your eyes as you throw your arms around him. but lately you haven't been as excited to see him. the past few days you've had your nose stuck in a book, reading it whenever you had free time. before class, at lunch, after you've finished your classwork, even the times jason has called you to tell you goodnight before bedtime.

he can't say he's particularly surprised at the fact you cut the world out when you read. it's a thing you've always done, even before the two of you took your relationship to the next level. but it is something that he wishes you could put down every once in a while. especially when he's around.

you don't pick your head up at the sound of his 'hey babe. ready to go?' you grab your backpack off of the ground, sling it over your shoulder, and walk off.

jason mumbles an, 'okay then' and speeds up a little to catch up with you. the silence is awkward, something jason isn't used to, and it makes him uneasy, his patience literally teetering on the edge.

"what are you reading?" he asks, hoping it engages some reaction out of you.

"the fellowship of the ring," you respond, eyes never leaving the page.

he has no idea what you're talking about. even though you've explained to him before, multiple times actually, that the lord of the rings series is your absolute favorite and you can reread it over and over without ever getting bored.

"is that some romance novel or something?" he inquires.

that causes you to slam the book closed, turning your head to look up at him with furrowed brows.

"what?" he scoffs, genuinely confused by your reaction.

"you're really asking me that?" you deadpan. "i've told you before the lord of the rings is a fantasy novel. god, do you even listen to me when i talk about the things i like?"

jason is taken aback by your sudden change in attitude. though the slight concern he felt doesn't last very long and is replaced by anger and a need to lash out back at you to save his ego.

"i would if the stuff you were into wasn't so fucking weird," he counters, glaring at you in an attempt to make you seem small.

it works.

your resolve crumbles down. despite knowing deep down that jason felt this exact way, you never expected it to hurt as much as it does to hear him say it out loud. your eyes well with unshed tears, chest tightening and feeling as if it's closing in on itself, breaths growing a little heavier. your mind is blank, unable to come up with a response to give him.

"do you have any idea the type of crap the guys give me because of you?" he shouts, not caring that you're both in the middle of the hallway with a bunch of students scrambling to get to class on time. "they wonder what i'm even doing dating a girl like you. call you a freak. it's fucking embarrassing."

the tears stream down your face, staining your skin with black from your mascara. you can't even bother to look at him anymore, glancing down at your scuffed up converse.

a million emotions are hitting you all at once - anger, sadness, shame, disappointment are all at the forefront. you sniffle, rubbing the tears away with the wrist of your jacket.

"sorry," you say softly. "i'm sorry you can-."

"hey!" a voice from behind jason shouts. "i always knew you were a piece of shit, but picking on your girlfriend is a new low, carver. even for you."

eddie stares daggers at jason. he knows firsthand how cruel jason can be, having been on the receiving end of his bullying more times than he can count on both hands, but never did he think jason would turn that hatred onto you.

and he wasn't going to just stand by and let that happen.

"stay the fuck out of it, munson," jason warns through gritted teeth. "this doesn't concern you."

"see, that's where you're wrong," eddie counters, moving to step in between you and jason. "it absolutely does concern me. you think i'm gonna let you get away with treating her like that? what, because she has different interests than you? get the fuck over yourself."

"eddie," you plead, pulling on his jacket sleeve in order to get his attention. "it's okay, really, just drop it. please?"

curious eyes watch the situation unfolding before them, but neither of you seem to care or notice.

"i'm not gonna tell you again," jason seethes, stepping closer to eddie as he does so. "fuck off."

"or else what?" eddie smirks. "whatcha gonna do, carver? hit me?"

the final bell rings and that seems to snap jason back to the present. he scoffs a little, adjusting the strap of his backpack on his shoulders. "nah," he responds, shaking his head. "you're not fucking worth it."

he walks off in the opposite direction of your class to head to his own, not so much as saying a word to you or even acknowledging your presence.

you let go of a shaky breath, swallowing the lump that had formed in your throat.

"you okay?" eddie asks, making sure jason was completely gone before brushing his thumb along your cheek tenderly.

"you didn't have to do that," you say.

"'course i did," he replies, giving you a soft smile. "no one talks to my girl that way."

butterflies erupt in your stomach and you can't help but chuckle. "yeah, well, thanks."

"anytime," eddie winks at you.

he holds his arm out for you to grab hold of, which you happily do, and walks you the rest of the way to your class.

"i really thought you were gonna hit him," you say, glancing a look at his face.

"shit, i almost did," he confesses. "how awesome would that have been?"

"okay calm down," you giggle, waiting for him as he opens the classroom door for you.

"what? it would've been!"

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson x you #eddie munson angst

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oro-e-diamanti · 3 years

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The one with Ethan’s suggestion

Description | Ethan suggests something that you had never seen coming - but for how long will you be able to resist him?

Content | smut with a bit of fluff

Pairing | Ethan x fem!Reader

Word Count | 3138

Tagging | @ginny-lily @mywritingonlyfans

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"You did not just ask me that."

Ethan didn't even seem bothered by your shocked reaction. Instead, he simply kept looking at you, waiting, as if he had posed a completely normal question. You were certain it wasn’t though - who the hell just came out and asked one of their best friends to start hooking up? Surely this wasn’t just you thinking this was more than odd. You couldn’t stop looking at him, relaxing on a lounger in the sun, book still open in his hand, and how he didn’t seem to care.

“Oh, come one, Y/n,” Vic interjected from where she was relaxing on a pool float. “Poor Ethan hasn’t been with anyone since the pandemic started. The least you can do is help him get laid.”

“Get laid by me?!”

“Who else?” Victoria laughed. “It’s not like he can go out and pick up someone when we go on a promo tour in a week. We’re barely allowed to meet anyone as a safety measure.”

You shot her a pointed look and Victoria being your friend for the longest got it immediately.

“And no, I’m not gonna hook up with him. So it’s gotta be you.”

You couldn’t believe the conversation you were having. Had everyone simply gone crazy? Surely, Thomas wouldn’t be on their side in this, right? You watched as he lazily strolled towards your loungers, cigarette in hand.

“Thomas!” You shouted over at him. “Ethan wants me to hook up with him!”

“Fucking finally,” Thomas laughed as you stared back in horror. Was everyone in on this madness? “He’s been moping around for ages. About time he gets laid and relaxes.”

“See?” Ethan interjected. “Everyone thinks it’s a good idea.”

“I don’t think it’s a good idea!”

“Fine,” Ethan shrugged. You hated how much he didn’t seem to care - how he had posed a question like that without an ounce of awkwardness and how your rejection didn’t seem to faze him in the least. You knew he was open about sex and sexuality, you’d been part of countless conversations among the band and had seen him pick up people at parties more than once, but this unnerved you. "If you change your mind, I'm available."

And with that Ethan went back to his book, Victoria went back to floating around the pool and Thomas went back to smoking his cigarette. But you weren't going to go back to anything, because whether you liked it or not, Ethan's suggestion would continue playing in your head for the unforeseeable future.

***

Three days. It had been three days since that fateful day at the pool and you could barely stand to look at Ethan. It wasn't because you were embarrassed - you all spoke about such things quite openly - nor were you angry at him having asked in the first place - if anything, it was flattering, a man such as Ethan considering you attractive in that way. It was more of a constant thought in your head whenever you were in the same room with him or he talked to you or you looked at him or he so much as popped into your mind. You kept lying awake at night, intrusive thoughts of Ethan towering over you clouding your brain. You didn't know what it was but you knew you didn't like it.

You were pulled out of your thoughts as Victoria approached you, taking a couple of tomatoes you had spread in front of you and started cutting them up. You had been in charge of making dinner most days, with one or the other coming to join you in your cooking endeavors sooner or later. Today it seemed to be Vic, who was giggling away beside you, quite obviously dying to tell you something.

"And what is up with you?" You asked, a smirk on your face. You were happy your friend seemed so giddy and it had you itching to know why.

"I have a date!" Victoria was never one to keep things like these to herself for long - whenever she was positively excited about something, the world simply had to know. "Her name's Paula, she's on holiday here and we're going to go out for wine."

"Just wine?"

"Well, I'm gonna say, don't expect me back here tonight." She couldn't stop herself from smirking and then breaking out in another round of laughter and you joined freely. Good for her.

"I miss dates," you mused. "Or maybe - I don't know. Maybe I just miss at least staying the night with someone."

"You really need to get laid, babe."

"Who needs to get laid?" Damiano had appeared without warning, sneaking up on the two of you and pinching both of your waists teasingly before hopping on the counter next to where you were working. A slice of tomato was stolen and ended up in his mouth before you could react, only hitting him in the arm when it was much too late.

"Y/n," Victoria answered nonchalantly. You stared at her in annoyance but she didn't even catch your eye.

"So does Ethan! You guys should fuck."

"Not you too," you groaned. All of this seemed like a bad joke. In fact, you were starting to wonder if this was all some weird plot your friends had to get you to sleep with Ethan. But why would they?

"Huh?" Damiano sounded surprised but you didn't put it past him to simply put on a good act.

"Ethan asked her to hook up the other day."

"No way!" Damiano exclaimed. "He actually, fina- I mean, he actually asked you that?"

"Yup, and she shot him down," Victoria explained. You were getting more annoyed by the second. Especially because it felt like your love life (or lack thereof?) was being discussed without you. Plus, you couldn't shake the feeling they knew something you didn't.

"Aw, poor Ethan. You know, you should really give him the chance. Make the most of the fact that you've both got the house to yourselves tonight." Damiano's eyebrow wiggle earned him a tomato slice to the face due to pure irritation on your side. He wasn't bothered, quickly shoving it into his mouth and happily munching away on it.

"Wait, what do you mean? Where are you going?"

You sounded much more panicked than necessary. So what if you were alone in the house with Ethan? You'd survive. Easily. You'd read a bit of your book, maybe watch a movie, go to bed. You didn't even have to spend time with him. Right?

"Going out with my girlfriend, she's in town for work. Not sure where Thomas is off to but he's already left" Damiano shrugged, finally hopping off the counter to hopefully stop being in the way. "So, if there's anything you want to do, do it tonight."

***

So this was it. You were alone with Ethan. No, this was nothing. So what if you were alone with him? Not like it was going to change anything at all.

You had said your goodbyes for the night to the two lovebirds, wishing Victoria the most possible fun on her little date, before pouring yourself a glass of wine and retreating to the patio. You had no idea where Ethan was and you didn't mind.

The sun was setting, the temperature was more than bearable and you had your book lying next to you. Eyes closed trying to enjoy the last rays of sunshine, your hand grasped the stem of the wine glass, and fuck that moth scared the living daylights out of you. And caused you to spill your wine all over your blouse. Red wine. Crap. One was supposed to wash those out immediately, right? Right? You realised you had no idea, as you sprinted towards the upstairs bathroom, already unbuttoning for fast removal.

You threw the door open, feet set to move towards the basin, when you realised you weren't alone in the room. It happened in slow motion, as much as you hated the cliché of it all.

Ethan's back was towards you, strong, hard muscles visible under an array of water droplets that were slowly, slowly making their way downwards, hypnotising you and keeping your gaze locked on them. Your eyes were still travelling lower and lower when he noticed your presence, turning around out of reflex, and you could not help but notice he was not wrapped in a towel, nowhere close, when your eyes fell on-

Oh.

In a rare moment of clarity, you tore your gaze away, looking up at his face instead, just to find him eyeing up your cleavage. Your blouse was halfway undone, putting your white lace bra on full display. Then his eyes snapped away and looked into yours instead. For a second, it felt like the world was standing still. Your brain only worked for another moment before it decided to let your body - or potentially your heart? - take over.

You told yourself 'fuck it' - or maybe you said it out loud, judging by the sudden smirk appearing on Ethan's face - and reached for the man in front of you. He reciprocated without hesitation, pulling you in and meeting your mouth with his, as he walked you backward until you hit the wall. His body felt hot against yours, providing a stark contrast to the cold tiles pressing into you. His hands cradled your face softly, fingers stroking along your cheeks, while he kissed you, open-mouthed, in a way that left you breathless.

If you had ever had doubts that sex with Ethan would not be worth it, they had evaporated into thin air altogether.

His hands had started roaming your body, finally landing on the last buttons of your blouse. You had expected him to slowly open them up, but instead, he tore the fabric apart in one swift movement, buttons flying and hitting the ground with little clacking noises. You wrecked your mouth from him for a moment, staring at him in both surprise and awe.

"Spiacente," he murmured, although he didn't look all that sorry. "I couldn't help myself. I can get them sewn back-"

"Ethan, stop talking and start fucking me."

Your bold words took both of you by surprise but none of you minded, simply relieved that you were on the same page. His hands were now grasping tightly onto your thighs and, and without giving you a warning, he lifted you up, still pressed against the wall. Your legs wrapped around him instinctively and he took a step back, finding his strength and balance, and slowly carrying you into his bedroom.

You couldn't stop staring at him. Ethan's beauty was a sight to behold on any given day, but the way his lips looked kissed after just a short while and his eyes had that kind of shine to them that had never previously been directed at you, it felt like you were looking at something ethereal. Never mind the fact that you knew he was completely naked, not just the toned chest that was pressing into your torse, but everything else. Hell, you were sure you felt a certain something press into the back of your thigh quite shamelessly.

He dropped you on his bed, leaving you to bounce slightly on the mattress as you lied on your back. He looked like he was about to devour you and you just knew you'd bend to his every wish.

Without any further hesitation, Ethan moved onto the bed, immediately grabbing onto the shorts you were wearing and slowly pulling them down your legs. He held eye contact with you the whole time and you were convinced you had never seen anything sexier in your life. Your panties were the next piece to leave your body. Normally, this would be the point you got nervous about, crossing your legs, hiding behind hands, anything to protect what little of your modesty you had left, but this was different. Ethan took all shame away from you.

"Is this okay?" He asked, as he slowly crawled upwards, spreading your legs and leaving hot, wet kisses along your calves. As much as you appreciated him asking for consent, you almost had to laugh - at this point in time, you had lost all willpower to deny him anything. So, with a blissful smile on your face, you eagerly nodded at him, your hand reaching down and tangling itself into his hair. He groaned as you gave a little tug and the sound was more than enough to get you even wetter than you already were.

At least that was what you thought up until Ethan put his mouth on you. You had been expecting a bit more foreplay, maybe his fingers, but instead you felt his tongue lick along the length of you. Your moan loudly echoed through the room and you had never been so glad that Vic, Thomas and Damiano had deserted the two of you in the house.

Your grasp on his hair tightened as he started flicking your clit with the tip of his tongue. The fact that you could feel his hair tickling the inside of your thighs only seemed to make you more sensitive. Suddenly, one of his fingers entered you, quickly to be joined by a second. Your back arched off the bed in an involuntary reaction as your breathing became more and more laboured. You could hear- hell, you could feel him chuckle against you.

With a sharp tug, you pulled his head away from you.

"I'm not going to be able to take much more, Ethan," you confessed. He looked up at you with wide eyes, chin wet from going down on you and fingers still slowly moving in and out, and you momentarily forgot what you meant to say. "So if you wanna fuck me, I suggest you get a move on."

He didn't need to be told twice. You still sighed in disappointment when he actually removed his fingers from you but you were quickly distracted by him moving them to your mouth and slipping them in. You eagerly sucked on them, twirling your tongue around them, tasting your own arousal, and his composure was slipping with every second he looked at you. He quickly pulled his fingers from your mouth to crawl further up your body, his cock moving against your leg. He was so well endowed it would have almost been frightening if you hadn't been so turned on.

Ethan kissed you with a force that was unparalleled. There wasn't even a question about who was in control. As his fingers trailed from your neck down past your collarbones you both suddenly seemed to remember you were still wearing a bra. You made short work of the piece of fabric, carelessly throwing it across the room, and he thanked you by squeezing your soft flesh in the most delicious way. You repaid the favour by letting your hand wander to his cock and giving him a few strokes. He immediately let out the most sinful moan you had ever heard, head collapsing onto your cleavage.

"I don't think you need any more help from me down there," you giggled.

"With you lying under me like this, I sure don't."

Moving your legs around his waist once more, you slowly guided him into you, your walls swallowing him bit by bit, careful not to stretch you out too fast with his size. It felt like heaven on earth. You both moaned in pleasure as Ethan slowly started moving, making sure you were comfortable as he looked into your eyes, while you broke the eye contact time and time again, too overwhelmed to leave your eyes open every time he thrust into you. You kept grabbing onto what you could, the back of his head, his shoulders, his butt, as he increased his speed, hitting you in all the right places every single time.

You knew you weren't going to last long, not with him on and in and all around you, not with his fingers playing with your nipple, not with his lips clumsily attaching themselves to various places around your neck and shoulders, and as you felt his hand between your legs, softly circling your clit once again, you were gone. You came in waves of euphoria, unashamed of the volume of your moans and the strength with which you pulled on his hair. Your actions, combined with you clenching around him and a few more thrust, had him follow you moments later.

He carefully slipped out of you, never once letting go of you, and turning you onto your side with him so you were facing each other. Both of you were still breathing heavily, vision cloudy, but intertwined. You were convinced he had ruined you - there was no way anyone was ever going to live up to how he made you feel.

"So, did it live up to your expectation?" You couldn't help but giggle as you posed the question. "Getting laid again after such a long time?"

Ethan pushed a damp strand of hair from your face. You hadn't expected such softness.

"It wasn't actually about getting laid, you know."

"Huh?"

"It was about you."

"Okay, you've lost me now," you said, brows knitting as your hand searched for his, finger entangling the same way your legs were doing. "What are you talking about?"

"I... I've liked you for a while. And I tried so much, but you never even noticed."

Your mind replayed the last few weeks you had spent with the band in their summer house. Instances of Ethan bringing you food, cocktails, adjusting the shade to make sure you were in it, offering to put sunscreen on your back. Moments of him searching for your company, moving much closer than necessary in the heat, arms constantly touching when you were sitting next to each other. Jokes and teasing from the others, drunken remarks. You hadn't paid attention to any of it. You wondered how you could have been so blind to a man so wonderful.

"Wait, so instead of asking me out like a normal person, you suggested we hook up?" You couldn't keep the laughter in now. The situation was simply too ridiculous and you had not yet stopped riding on your high from the endorphins he had caused.

"It was Vic's idea." He buried his head into the sheets, but you could still see his cheeks turn an adorable shade of pink. "She knew I missed sex and she said you mentioned something similar so she thought this was the way into your..."

"Pants?"

"Heart, actually."

You snuggled closer, arms wrapping around him so that your noses were touching.

"Well, as embarrassing as it is, it somehow worked, didn't it?" You stroked over his head lovingly. "And I'm sure not letting you go any time soon."

#maneskin #maneskin imagine #ethan torchio imagine #ethan torchio x reader #ethan torchio fiction #ethan torchio x you #maneskin fiction #smut #my writings #ethan torchio

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poison--ivory · 3 years

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Can you do GoM + Kagami watching there someone play basketball in an official game?? Thank you!! 😊(I'm sorry if this alot😭🙏)

Sorry, for the tardiness. My dad went into the emergency room and my brother’s fiancé father has covid. So, we’re watching both of their kids while they’re at work.

I hope you like it:)

Kuroko

Was quite surprised that you asked him to come to your game next week. Well, it wasn’t that weird since he has seen other couples do this sort of thing

As he got there he managed to get pretty good seats. Nearly, squished by an older guy who didn’t see him and called a child a couple times by a few people who did see him

The game started and to say the least was a little taken back at how skilled you are

The first half ended in your team scoring the most points. Mostly, because you knew how to trick the other opponent with fake outs

Your team won with no problem and after the small celebration in the locker room with your team. You noticed your boyfriend was waiting outside in the hallway for you

Hugging you expressed your excitement with your boyfriend. His lips curled up into a warm smile, “You did really great out there. I’m so proud of you.”

Akashi

You didn’t need to ask him to come to your game, because he had already planned ahead to come. Spent the week before the game giving you private training

As the game started he was confident that no matter what his training would be the down fall of the other team

And he was right, as the game drew on he noticed how easy throwing and passing the ball was for you now. Everything kind of was in slow motion each time you held the ball

By the time the second half started your team was up by nine points. Whenever you nearly missed a shot you swear you could feel eyes boring into the back of your head and a shiver goes up your spine

The ended with your school pulling the win right out the water. Your captain praised your performance and as you thanked them your boyfriend came around the corner. Akashi’s arms wrapped around your frame and pecked your lips

“You played well, my love.”

Kise

He’s looking forward to seeing you play even invites Kasamatsu, his senior to the watch his s/o play

Kise had a dumb smile on his face the whole walk there. His senpai muttering the whole time about ‘dumb puppy lovesick people’

His smile soon disappeared as the game begun. To say the least. . . your team sucks and that was nicest answer he could think of

The passes weren’t correlated and the throws didn’t even make it anywhere near the net. Kise could tell you were at least trying to work as a team player

Within each quarter he could see the deterioration plastered on your features

After the lost you didn’t speak to anyone in the locker room didn’t even get mad when one of your teammates shoulder checked you. As you walked down the eerily quiet hall you spotted a certain blonde at end of the corridor

“Even if you didn’t win. . . I thought you did great.” Tears fell from your eyes as a hard chest pressed against your cheek

Midorima

Midorima spent most of his time trying to give you good luck. He started his rituals with you as soon as both of you started going out

Buying you a special item for your horoscope sign right before the game and prepping you in the hallway with a five minute meditation from your horoscope page

The whistle sounded and Midorima sanctioned himself off to the side, away from everyone else. It was good spot to observe you play. Irritation soon came over as a certain black haired teen approached him

He talked his ear off for the first half he went on about how ‘he was such a loving boyfriend to watch his s/o play basketball’ and took all of his willpower to not throw him over the railing

By the second half his mood simmered down and the flow of the game moved in your teams favor

By the end your team won and you were greeted by a smirking green head, “See good luck was on your side tonight.” Moving his arms in welcoming position he smiled warmly, “Now come here so I can properly hug you.”

Aomine

Don’t get him wrong he loves you with all his heart and when you came to him about your game this week, he told you he would come. However, he soon forgot the next day and was only reminded by Sakurai

He got their at the end of the third quarter and by the look of things your team was losing and badly

You appeared to be struggling. Sweat ran down your face and soaked the front of your shirt

He could see the grappling, conflict on your teams faces. But, as your eyes met his your demeanor changed and a smile broke out onto your face

You lost and your team was beyond pissed and like some people who get mad they hit stuff or yell. Well, one of the teammates decided to lift up the bench and shoved it at one the other team members

You left as a fight broke out and went off to find your boyfriend. Only to see him waiting outside the doors, “Sorry, (Y/n). I’ll be there next time and next time I’m there you’ll definitely win.” and a warm feeling soared throughout your chest

Murasakibara

Murasakibara was fine with going to your game as long as he had his snacks. He didn’t want to risk his appetite ruining the game, he sought to buy a lot sweets from the convenience store beforehand

As the game started he slowly munch on the crunchy and chewy candy. Your team was doing pretty good whenever he looked at the court. He got distracted a couple time thinking on which treat he should eat next

Glancing back at the court he started to connect your basketball skills to a certain blue haired person

The quick passes and zero presence was quite impressive to say the least. You are a quite person in class, the teacher even marks you absent sometimes

The game soon ended with your team winning and your boyfriend with a grocery bag still full of candy

Your team celebrated and kind of forgot that you were still in the room, so you walked off calmly to look for the tall man

You were picked off the ground and spun around to come face to face with your boyfriend. A small kiss on the lips before he put you back down and handed you bag of Nerunerunerune candy, “Here’s your gift for doing so well (Y/n)-chin.”

Kagami

Kagami had to be reminded like Aomine that you had a game that week. Riko lectured him forgetting something so important to you

He’s lucky enough that his team had reminded him the day of the game and not right when the game was starting. Otherwise he would facing a beating from Riko

The game started off smoothly and your team was up by ten points. However, the opposing team had some tricks up their sleeves and just like his match with Kirisaki Daiichi he caught whiff of foul play

The rival team scratched, pinched and even stepped on the other players. You in particular was being targeted and by the end of the third quarter your body was littered with bruises.

Your team lost and as the other team walked off the court you and the rest of your team stayed a little longer. Kagami could see the tears you held back and as you walk off they fell from your eyes

Kagami caught you in the hall and as his arms squeezed our framed a new round of salty tears slid down your cheeks, “(Y/n), you played fair and did your best that’s all that matters.” A meek ‘thank you left your lips, muffled by his tone chest

#knb x y/n #Generations of miracles #knb headcanons #akashi x reader #kise x reader #midorima x reader #aomine x reader #murasakibara x reader #kagami x reader #kuroko x reader #kuroko no basket

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tsumuniri · 3 years

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━━━ Atsumu Miya is a free-loader. Living inside his twin brother's home as if it was his, he would bring home girls and annoy Osamu most of the time. Y/N L/N is quite the opposite apparently because she's a virgin loser. Being the popular anonymous BL mangaka known as Yamazaki, she stays in the homey abode of her parents and watches boys from afar for references (not for admiration sadly).

Now what will happen if fate decided to tie these two idiots together and made them live across each other in one apartment?

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ONE ━━ THE TWIN BROTHER’S DECISION

"SO THAT'S THE TEA?"

You nodded dejectedly and raised the Tuna Mayo Onigiri in the direction of your mouth. You bit into the delicious rice snack, humming in delight as the saucy and sweet flavors of tuna cheered you up just for a slight bit. "They said that a girl my age shouldn't be living with her parents and should finally get a guy instead of drawing an imaginary one. You know that they're old school, Mai." You said, mouth full of rice bits and tuna.

The female ran her fingers through her short bright red hair. "Well, you are 25 now, and you haven't got a boyfriend since middle school," She propped her elbow on top of the round wooden table, resting her chin on her palm. "But they should've told you beforehand, right? How are you supposed to look for a residence in a short span of time?" She asked and watched you devour the onigiri meal with such ease. Her black-colored eyes held an uncertain expression as Mai was concerned for her colleague and friend.

After hearing the unfortunate news directly from your loving parents, your mind had to process the sudden information for two solid minutes. The first person you thought of to call is your closest friend, Mai, your roommate back at art school and a mangaka in the shounen industry. Although the two genres have completely different backgrounds, you two are stuck together like peas in a pod through the grace and glory of fawning over 2d men.

Ain't that great?

"They said I could stay back for two weeks until I could find a place to move in. I still have nine days to move out. And as for the residence part..."

You rummaged through the leather bag slung over your shoulder and took out a creased brochure of a newly built apartment based in the heart of east Osaka with its breathtaking cherry blossom conifers and pious shrines. The leaflet's minimalistic design delineated the idiosyncratic architectural structure of the tall building on the front page. Anybody could tell that this jointly owned establishment may settle for tenants with stable incomes.

For someone who changed the BL archives with her plot-driven works, Y/N could provide the fees to rent a homey room on the clabber-plastered apartment complex.

Mai shifted on her seat and studied the brochure on the table with interest— crossing her legs and leaning her torso forward to get a full view of the given pamphlet. "The building does seem promising. You could even check out your works in the Manga Shops at the city." She remarked as her eyes skimmed through the brochure, taking note of the facilities and rooms for the future tenants.

"Right? I already checked the place out yesterday, and coincidentally, the studio office is close by," The H/C-haired female pushed back the tiny strands of baby hair tickling her forehead as it was annoying her smooth skin. "They even allow pets. The apartment buildings I visited mostly don't allow pets, and the others who do, they have weird-ass tenants whom I don't really wanna be neighbors with." She ended, scratching the back of her neck.

"Soooooo, that's the apartment you're planning to move in."

You nodded your head, "I prepared the papers and told my parents about it. Maybe you can help me move my things out?" You suggested to your friend as your leg overlapped with the other, biting into another piece of onigiri from the porcelain plate.

Tilting her head to the side, Mai let out a light scoff from the BL mangaka's proposition as she gestured her hand downwards. "I'm offended, Y/N! Of course, I'll help you." She expressed her whimsical disbelief through her words. "I thought we were best of friends." The young lady teased.

"After all those collab fan arts of the Akatsuki, why wouldn't we be at this point?" You joked; however, the shinobi anime reference wasn't technically a gag as you both had a history of fangirling over the smexy criminal organization— even if you both had a peculiar taste in men. "By the way, why did you choose this place? Isn't this sort of far away from your workplace?" You questioned the red-haired female, a bit curious on why she decided to meet up with you in this Onigiri Restaurant.

Mai's lips turned up into a smirk as she motioned her finger for you to move closer. "My assistants and I decided to eat here after a hard day's work. By the time we were all seated, our eyes got blessed when the restaurant's owner catered to our table!" She whispered with excitement dipped on her tongue.

"Oh boy, if you had seen him, you would've gotten the inspiration to make a character from his well-sculpted face."

You raised a brow and let out a snortle, "We went here because a hot owner caught your attention? I should've gone with you then." You played along and couldn't help but laugh at your friend's reason for dining out a distance away from her studio office.

Like middle schoolers, you both giggled as Mai continued her story of the dashing Onigiri restaurant owner with her witty play of words. You never had any interest in dating; however, you still bid no mind to your friend's fawning over pretty men who would unlikely pay attention to either of them.

"That owner you're talking about might not visit his restaurant, Mai."

"I know, silly! But I do wonder what that work of art does outside his work."

Osamu is a very patient man. May it be through his responsibility of running an Onigiri business, or may it be just a simple waiting in line at the subway station of Tokyo, the male wouldn't lose his temper nor be frustrated over such trivial things.

But when his exhausted figure slugged inside the comforts of his home and found the living room all trashed with empty bottles of energy drinks and bags of chips, Osamu was finally at his breaking point.

"Atsumu, you mother-fucker... COME DOWNSTAIRS THIS INSTANT!" He burst out, calling out his twin brother's name as he began picking up the trashes scattered throughout his coffee table and his lawson couch. His ears caught the sound of loud footsteps thumping on the wooden-tiled floor as he could immediately tell that it was a certain someone who came down the stairs.

A bed of ruffled blonde hair popped out of the stairway as a certain setter casually jumps into the scene of the untidy crime, walking towards the other twin with open arms.

"Welcome home, Samu! Did your staff make a mistake in the newly-opened shop back at Shinjuku? You look a bit frustrated right now-"

Atsumu stopped himself once he noticed his twin brother standing over the mess he forgot to clean up. His arms dropped to the side while his chocolate eyes shifted over to Osamu's annoyed expression, "Okay. This time, I absolutely forgot to clean up." The male tried to explain himself.

The quiet one of the two shook his head in disapproval, sighing out and pinching the bridge of his nose to calm his fiery nerves. "I found this apartment, Tsumu. I think it's best for the both of us if you could finally get your own place." He stated, hearing the slight choke coming from his brother's throat.

"WHAT?! What made you think that this would be the best for the both of us, Samu?" Atsumu protested, his eyebrows furrowing together in confusion as to why his brother would suggest that sort of idea.

Osamu raised his hand and lifted three of his fingers to his twin's eye level. "First, you sometimes disrupt my sleep whenever you'd bring your flings at home," He stated and didn't bother to let the other speak their mind about the issue at hand as he continued his statement of reasons. "Second, you'd sometimes forget to do your lists of chores and often lie that you didn't do them because you were tired from training." He paused for a moment, thinking of a third reason until it clicked in the back of his mind.

"Lastly, you're a 23 professional athlete, who makes a lot of money than what I usually make, and yet, you're living with your twin brother."

Atsumu stared at Osamu as he crossed his arms, "So? You'll kick me out if I don't move out of your place?" He derided, his voice mostly holding a hint of teasing as he knew his brother wouldn't act so rashly over those reasons.

Oh, was the male so wrong.

"Yes, Tsumu. I'm kicking you out."

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honesthammie · 3 years

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Te amo

I am working on a few of the other prompts and a part 2 to prompt 4 the soulmate au I just recently got another puppy and I still have uni work to do so I'm a bit behind schedule with these and I'm so sorry. Hopefully this little kinda songfic makes up for it.

13th doctor x female reader

Warnings: swearing as usual, fluffy, sad thoughts, twist the original songs meaning, long as fuck.

Probably terrible as its my first songfic

I don't know much Spanish so some of the examples later on are Google translated and I know it can be wrong so I do apologise for any mistranslations

This is based off Rhiannas song Te Amo but I'm switching it up a little. I dont why 13th doctor came into my head when I was listening to it but it gave me this lil oneshot idea so enjoy! The picture is not mine but the rainbow effect added is done by me! Same for the picture later on.

I've been travelling with this amazing alien for a whole year now. The adventures are always amazing if she's there! The others sometimes complain and say its boring, especially on a junk planet but to see her face light up with excitement makes my day and it well worth the dirt we cover ourselves on by the time we are done. And when she finds something that she thought was useful and it turns out, it's not her scrunch is amazing.

Okay, I'll admit it. I'm in love with this alien. I know, weird, a human and an alien together? But I can't help it! I'm completely besotted with her. If she even looks in my direction, my legs go to jelly and I get butterflies. I know, cheesy. But thats exactly how I feel around her. I barely want to touch her because I nearly fainted the last few times. And I fear she may pick up on how I'm distancing myself from her. I don't want to break her heart and leave, the thought of her look kills me as is so I'm trying to get her to kick me off.

It doesn't seem to be working though. I've been distancing myself since I found out about how I feel, which is now 6 months ago and she's trying to get me to be as close as I was with her.

I'll tell her. On one of our amazing adventures but I can't do it straight forward, it's making me sick with anxiety just thinking about it. I'll fancy it up, make her work it out. Whenever we are next to each other and the moment is right, I'll tell her in another language!

I finally get out of bed after I finished writing in my diary. I slip some comfy clothes on and head out to the TARDIS library and hope no one is there, especially her. I'll be distracted and right now, I need to concentrate. I wonder the warm halls, grateful that the TARDIS had considered my preferences. I think the TARDIS likes me more than the others because I talk to her and show her gratefulness for taking us somewhere amazing and I chat to her regularly and I try to involve her in my conversations. The others find it weird, except for the Doctor, she just smiles and joins in with me. Im still learning how to translate her but I think I've sort of got it.

I reach my hand forward and grab the aged bronze doorknob and open to the giant room. There were so many floors that an elevator had to be used to access some of them as the Doctor said "walking would literally take weeks to reach some floors". Thankfully the TARDIS organises them to make them easier to find. I looked forward and saw an interactive map in front of me. My hands touched the screen and many subjects and categories came up. Anything ranging from kiddie tales to straight up smut, I have a feeling either River or Missy are to blame for that addition.

I've never met them but the TARDIS showed me videos from her database and brought books to my attention about them. They both seem very dirty minded people so I'm not surprised those are there. I wonder if the Doctor has ever stumbled upon this section or is it for none Doctor eyes only? If she does know about them, has she ever read one? No, don't go there you stupid brain! She probably doesn't know!

I quickly stop that train of thought and catch my breath. I've never thought about those kinds of things about anyone before. Stupid Timelord, making me go all weird and think dirty things. Now my face is all red, I really hope I'm alone in here. I quickly focus back to the task at hand, finding a new language to learn. The TARDIS seemed to know where to go and blue arrows appeared, guiding me to the right section in what could be a maze.

As I walking, I felt excitement rise within me. What if she felt the same way? What if she was impressed by how far I wanted to go just to say those 3 words? Would her hazel honey eyes sparkle with delight? Would she scronch her nose in amazement?

Before I knew it, I'd arrived at the language learning section and there were many alien languages but the TARDIS seemed to have a better idea of what would be perfect for me as a white hardback book fell off the 4th shelf onto the wooden floor. I picked it up and noticed how smooth the cover was and how old yet unused it looked. The white was a little off, almost a dull cream from ageing which made the gold writing harder to read. The title was simple:

Spanish basics and need to knows.

I did always find Spanish in school fun to learn, more than French or German anyway and I don't wanna stereotype this into a typical French is the language of romance. I never really found it romantic sounding compared to Spanish.

I picked up the book and quickly flicked through to the right page and took a note on my phone as to what the translation was and put the worn book away. I quietly thanked the TARDIS and rushed out of the library and back into my room where I could practice without getting caught.

A few weeks have passed since I picked up the new words and practiced them until I was confident and had the TARDIS' approval that I was saying it right. Today the Doctor wanted to take us to this party in the 18th century and we all decided to dress for the part once we landed.

Yaz was wearing a beautiful black and red ballroom gown, accented with little bows around the bottom and lace cuffs. She had her black hair curled into a ponytail. It was simple and cute, much like her style normally. Graham and Ryan wore similar suits but Graham wore green accents and Ryan wore yellow accents.

I let the TARDIS pick my dress. She picked a black and dark blue ballroom gown with blue roses on the bottom. It had black lace underneath and blue lace as the cuffs. The gown also seemed to glitter slightly in the light making me sparkle very subtly. I put my comfy boots on as you couldn't see my shoes as I walked anyway so why did it matter? With all the running we do, I'm not risking my ankles with heels, thank you very much. I had my (h/c) hair in (fave style). It suited my dress perfectly.

I nearly choked on oxygen when I saw how hot the Doctor looked in her suit. It took me a few moments to realise we match. We both blushed at the realisation. Of course the TARDIS makes us match! No wonder why she was more than eager to help me pick an outfit! Stupid sentient ship, shipping us already!

I quickly cleared my throat and complimented everyone on how amazing they looked but I just couldn't take my eyes off the Doctor for long. She was like a magnet for my eyes. Someone help before she realises!

"Don't we all look brilliant? Perfect for the party! 18th century Yorkshire to be exact! What a great century for you guys. Now then, this party is for Nobles and higher, as per usual in these times. Ryan, I suggest you keep in mind about any racist comments that may come out. But as long as you say your Graham's personal butler, you should be welcomed with little resistance. And Yaz, I want you to be (y/n)'s personal maid. That does mean you'll have to follow your so called "masters" around and do anything they ask unfortunately and Graham, (y/n), please act like the others around you and use them. Unfortunately this is the only way all 5 of us can join the party. You'll be fine as long as you bite your tongues. Now the Noble Edward Collins is the host so be sure to thank him for inviting you, even though you technically weren't. And try not to get too drunk, I know what you humans are like! Now follow me." The Doctor explained. I was going to tell the Doctor today, but I guess, I'll have to wait.

The Doctor opened the doors and we were in a cupboard under some gorgeous marble stairs. As we walked towards the party I noticed some family portraits along the walls. They were a very beautiful looking family. The mother had long blonde hair and pale blue eyes. The father was buff, long brown hair and daring brown eyes. There were two children, a girl and a boy. The girl had long brown hair and sparkling blue eyes, whilst the son had blonde hair and brown eyes. They also had a brown greyhound dog laying by the sons feet. The son must be the host, Edward. He looked not much older than 10 in the last painting but the daughter was no where to be found in the portrait and theu all looked mournful. Is she dead and is that the picture capturing the moment of grief? Why would anyone want that? It's so strange, even for this time period.

The Doctor held me and Yaz close, stopping us in our tracks. My heart was racing at the simple touch. But as soon as the touch was there, it was gone. "I hope its okay with you (y/n) but you're going to have to be married to someone."

My heart stopped for a moment and I nearly choked on air. "What? Why?"

"Because women like yourself would have been married as young as 13 or 14. Now your only choices are me and Graham. You can't choose Ryan as he's supposed to be a butler and you can't choose Yaz as she's your maid. The choice is yours, I just need to know wether or not I should refer to you as my darling wife or not?"

What. The. Fuck.

Why did her even calling me that l, turn me on? Obviously, I'm going to choose her but I'm going to have to perfect my reasoning here.

"As much as I love Graham, it's going to be awkward if I have to kiss him or anything because he's like my grandad! I guess you'll do Timelord. Come on then husband, we don't want to be late to the dancefloor!" I spoke clearly hoping she didn't notice how excited I actually was to have even a hint of a relationship with her. It may be fake but ill take anything when it comes to her.

We arrived at the welcome committee and handed our cards over, aka the psychic paper. We were going as Mr and Mrs (last name). The Doctor was holding my hand this entire time and it's driving me insane. I don't know if she can feel my racing pulse under her fingers but if she can I hope she puts it down to excitement! We walked down the most grandest staircase you would ever lay your eyes on.

First we walked around, greeting everyone as they came up to us or if she dragged me to someone she knew, but not personally. She was cute when she was fangirling over these people. Yaz found it annoying as she just wanted to party but I couldn't help it. The way her eyes shimmer with recognition was more beautiful than any galaxy she could ever take us. Sometimes her eyes flickered with admiration and it did make me have jealousy for just a moment before I remembered, I'm staying with her and they aren't .

As the party moved on we met the host Edward. He looked a lot different than in his paintings. He was around 20 years old now and his blonde hair was below his shoulders. He looked a lot like his father with his muscley build. And he was very charismatic which I did not like as he poured all his charm into the Doctor. Does everyone here know that he's gay or does he see through the Doctors disguise? Either way, it was rubbing me the wrong way. I quickly excused myself with Yaz and walked into the bathroom.

"I did not like him. I do not like this Edward guy. Something about him rubs me completely wrong. He's handsome but something is telling me he knows the Doctor isn't a man."

"I felt the same way. He knows something we don't. Before we go out there again, do you mind if I ask you a question?" Yaz asked. My mind was racing a hundred miles an hour. She knows. The jig is up with Yaz. "How do you feel about her, honestly? One minute you 2 are inseparable, then you distance yourself and now you are a nervous wreck around her! I won't judge but I just want to make sure my theory is correct."

Shit. I guess I really was obvious. Does she know?

"If your theory is about me falling hopelessly in love with the Doctor then you'd be correct. I can't help it. I'm going to tell her how I feel without being completely stupid. I just need a right moment to say it." I spoke with a heavy sigh. Hopefully, Yaz can help create that moment thay I need. She nods her head and opens the door. We walk back to the Doctor and notice Edward has gone to other guests and she was talking to Graham. I looked around and saw Ryan flirting with a pretty lady near the food table. Why am I not surprised?

A few hours had passed and the Doctor seemed bored with standing and talking so I made a plan in my head. I grabbed her hand and pulled her to the dancefloor as the next song came on. I didn't quite know how to dance properly but I knew the basics if it. She has to lead and I simply follow suit. It took a few moments but I got the hang of it with the Doctors help. Soon we were dancing so gracefully underneath the most beautiful candelabra that lit up her face perfectly.

Her hair swayed to our perfect dance ever so gently. Her eyes sparkled with amusement and her lips were in a permanent smile. She even laughed a couple of times. Then as the music slowed down to a pace that was perfect, I grabbed her waist and looked her. My heart was going crazy and my legs were about to buckle but I had rehearsed my lines. I can do this.

"Hey Doc. Its been an amazing time with you but I can't continue this without being honest with you. But everytime I get close, I back down in fear. So I'm going to let you figure it out. Doctora te amo. Entiendo que si no sientes lo mismo y me iré si quieres. (Doctor i love you. i understand if you don't feel the same way and i'll leave if you want.)" I spoke with as much passion and intention as I could. I looked into her eyes and saw her confused and trying to work out what I said. I would find it cute if my heart was beating right out of my chest. "Well, I've had a great time but I'm fucking knackered. I'm calling it night. I'll be heading to the TARDIS if you need me."

"I'll come with ya. I'm knackered as well and we both need each other to undo the corsets and mine is starting to hurt a little bit. How we used to do this for a full day, everyday, is beyond my understanding. As beautiful as we look, I don't think its worth the pain this will bring in the morning." Yaz spoke with a slight mumble as proof of her mental state and finishing with a yawn. I chuckled at her state and walked back to the TARDIS with a small amount of chat along the way.

She is right though. These corsets really do hurt you after a while, I'm glad I chose not to wear heels or else I'll be fucked for in the morning. I would literally scream. I think the Doctor had the right idea in wearing a suit, no pain. I do feel bad for leaving her but I just need some space after basically admitting everything that's been built up within me for too damn long. Maybe I should tell Yaz how it went and maybe she can help determine if the Doctor is happy or not.

We walked back into the wardrobe room and I helped Yaz out of her corset. She immediately sighed in relief. She finished getting herself into comfy clothes and started to untie my ribbon.

"So did you tell her?"

"Sort of. I basically told her everything but in Spanish. I just hope it doesn't change anything, except in a positive way, of course! If she wants me gone, I've told her that it's fine and I understand. She's very socially awkward and as cute as I find it, it may not help me in this situation. Do you have any clues on how she may react once she figures it out?"

Yaz stopped untying my corset for a moment and placed 1 finger upon her chin in thought. Her eyes were almost shut and seemed almost completely black in the light. After what seemed like forever, she took her finger off her chin and beamed a toothy smile. Her eyes sparkled as she remembered something and seemed to gleam slightly menacingly. A smirk replaced her smile soon after.

"There's a few times she's shown affection towards you. And I mean romantic affection. She always chooses to hold your hand over anyone else's if given the choice. She always steps I'm front of you when an enemy threatens to kill us all or hurt us in anyway. When you go wandering around on your own, she's terrified thats she's lost you forever to an enemy we don't even know of!" Yaz starts explaining carefully as if she's worried on how to word it.

"Those are just friendly affec-"

"I wasn't done. I was warming up." Yaz interrupts me as I was about to go into a self deprecating speech on how I'm just a friend to everyone and never a lover. "She always looks to see your face on adventures because she secretly loves your reactions, bad or good. When the Master revealed himself, she looked straight at you for support on how she should react. When she came back from the Kasavin, she ran straight to you and made sure you were ok first before any of us. When we were in the Tsungra medical ship, the first person she asked for was you! Whilst she was unconscious on board the ship, she kept mumbling your name, over and over again. When she saw how gorgeous you looked today, I thought she'd take you right there on the spot! She fucking loves you (y/n)! You're just so unbelievably blind to it all!"

Yaz was almost red with rage. Did she really do all that, for me? The TARDIS mustve read my mind and seemed to hum positively in reply. If everything Yaz said is true then she'll be so happy about it and maybe we can be a thing! But then again, maybe losing so many in a similar position as me will turn her away. Maybe her soul is awry and she's asking why right now.

Once I had gotten changed I went to sleep almost straight away, I suppose all that dancing and social ques having tired me out more than I thought.

I woke up to a soft knock on my door. I rubbed my (e/c) eyes and told them I'd be a few minutes as I've only just woken up. It wasn't until I finished brushing my (h/c) hair that I remembered what happened yesterday. All the panic rushed within me at once and I nearly threw up. I took several deep breaths and opened the door.

"GRAHAM THANK FUCK ITS YOU!" I almost shouted at him. He looked a little bewildered for a moment before he seemed to remember what brought him here in the first place.

"Hello Love, I'm here because Doc wanted to speak with you privately in the library. She says that the TARDIS will guide you to her location. She seemed a little off after you and Yaz left. Did something happen? Is everything ok?" Graham asked cautiously. He must be so confused.

"Sort of. I'll explain more when I get back but what do you mean by "a little off"?"

"Well she seemed lost in all sense of the word. She kept muttering "Te Amo" all the time. She was all over the place aswell. She got me and Ryan back here not long after you guys. Something about not trusting Ryan to not get alcohol poisoning without her around. She hasn't really left the library since if I'm honest. She's been in there for 12 hours. I only know she wants you because she whattsapped me on my phone. Whatever is going on, please sort it out, she's starting to really worry me. She hasn't been the same since that Master guy came around." Graham spoke clearly, albeit confused. I nodded my head and walked in the opposite direction to him and hoped the TARDIS would take me there quicker than normal. I want to treat this like a plaster, rip it off in one go.

Sooner than I realised, I grabbed the all too familiar door knob of the library. I took a deep breath and walked in. A blue line appeared towards the interactive map. I awakened the console and I saw a black screen with a few words on it. It looked like a message with how it was presented.

Hello (y/n)! Don't walk until you calm. Breath deeply and try not to panic. I promise you, all will work out in the end. I see more than you realise and I know my thief better than anyone whoever stepped foot into my being. I know of her main problem about the situation. If she loves you, drink this. It won't hurt, she'll know what it is.

The TARDIS

I should have been surprised by this new knowledge that she could speak to me, in a way, but I've seen so much and I am so tender hooks so I didn't take much notice of it. I quickly sat down and tried to control my breathing. After about 5 or so minutes, I felt calm enough to finally meet up with her and hear what she has to say.

I followed the blue line carefully until I spotted her in a comfy room. She mustve gotten changed at some point as she was wearing her usual rainbow outfit, minus the jacket. She was sat on a deep purple sofa, legs curled into her body. Her shoes were on the carpeted floor underneath her, seemingly forgotten for the moment. There were many books surrounding us from many cultures and spieces. One wall had a cozy wood burning fireplace crackling within the silence that surrounded us.

Her face was scrunched within deep thought. Her eyes sparkling with an emotion that I couldn't quite put my finger on; hope, sorrow or excitement? Her lips had a small smirk gracing them and her teeth had bitten a small part of it. Her hands were holding a book in a way where I couldn't quite see what it was.

I didn't want to disturb her as she looked so ethereal with the warm glow of the fire highlighting her in the perfect way. Unfortunately, it's plaster time and I wanted this sorted sooner rather than later. I took a deep breath took in the picture for memory.

"Hey, Graham said you wanted to talk to me? Is everything ok?" I asked gently and as softly as I could so she was carefully brought out of her little world. I didn't want to scare her. She raised her eyes from her book for a moment and bookmarked the page she was at with a little TARDIS paperclip. She placed the book on the table at the side of her and patted the seat next to her.

As I sat down my nerves were through the roof. She gave nothing away as she stared at me for a minute, as if assessing something about me.

"Why are you so nervous? Calm down. You are right, It is to do with last night. You left pretty abruptly after basically confessing your feelings to me. I was so confused, not just about what you said but about myself and what I wanted to do about you." The Doctor spoke monotonously. Did she mean get rid of me? "I had to first of all, find out what you said, well done on learning a new language by the way, one even I'm not fluent at. I'm guessing the old girl had something to do with that idea. Not that, you aren't smart enough but you don't know what languages I do or don't know."

The Tardis seemed to chuckled at the accusation and I simply nodded my head. "I wanted to buy myself time and to impress you."

"You impressed me a long time ago Miss (l/n). That is just a cherry on top. After I figured out what you said, no thanks to my old friend here, I went through a lot of thinking. I've not been in many relationships and you know my history regarding the ones I have been in. You know, River and Missy? And I have such a bad past with it ending in nothing but tears for me. I always lose those I care for deeply." She spoke with tears spilling from her gorgeous eyes. I grabbed her face gently and wiped away the stray tears that managed to escape their home.

"That was when you were a man. You're a woman now, everything is so different. Relationships can be heartbreaking. I know what you're main problem is and the TARDIS has a solution to that. I just need you to tell me the truth. How do you feel about me? Do you want me to stay or not?" I stated holding the small shot glassed amount of liquid in my hand. The liquid was golden and sparkled slightly in the light. There were specks of orange and silver within it and it was as hot as a nice cup of (hot drink). Her eyes sparkled with hope and shock. Her lips were smiling wide. And she seemed to giggle at the sight of it. She held it for a moment as if examining it like a rare artefact, maybe it was. Either way, I trust her judgement and if she's happy about it, then so am I. Once she had analysed the drink, she practically leapt into my arms and pushed me down on my back. She smelled of custard creams and the TARDIS which was odd but completely her and I couldn't imagine her smelling any other way.

"That does solve our problem! What she has just given you is the rarest liquid in the universe seeing as only one thing in the entirety of space can produce it. That drink is known as the nectar of the chosen ones. It's rare as the race that used to make them has practically gone extinct. There's only 3 left in the known universe and you're living in one. That drink is the blood of the TARDIS. It grants you immortality if you drink it. It is said to resemble your favourite beverage no matter who you are. However, it only lasts 100 years and you must drink it every century or else your body clock will kick in and you will age and be as mortal as you are now." She speaks with a warning as we sit up holding holds.

"I have no problem with that. I would sacrifice everything if it meant I got to call you mine. Just please tell me and I'll drink it." I told her with adoration in my eyes.

She held me close and planted a soft and gentle kiss to my lips. It was short but it sent more fireworks than you can imagine through my body. I knew I had found her. She grabbed my waist and whispered next to my ear:

"Te Amo"

#13th doctor #thirteenth doctor x reader #13th doctor x reader #female reader

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taro-im · 3 years

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Hello! Thank you for hosting this 111 follower event. I'd like to participate, if that's okay? I hope you don't mind me doing this anon,, Anyway, my favorite characters are tanaka and akaashi (very contrasting i know lol) and I'm a masc nonbinary, my hobbies are figure skating, drawing, and playing the piano. I do decently in school, I'm in the photography club, I have a cat named mickey, and I've been described as a very blunt person? I'm not afraid to say what's on my mind once I've formed an opinion. I try my best to include everyone (be it like, servers, or group projects, etc.) Since I used to be the weird, quiet, anime art kid people used to pick on. But like ever since senior year started, I've become more popular?? Its just mostly freshmen though (who somehow found my tiktok like what the hell)

Ahhh I’m so sorry for the late reply!!! Anyways ofc!!!!

I match you with:

Akaashi Keiji

your trope is:

School Rivals

ahhh I belive the both of you would make a great match, his cool introvert personality mixed with your outgoing and forward personality!!!! 🥺

How the two of you met:

the two of you met by you being Bokuto’s childhood bestfriend in elementary and middle school, you moved and came to a Highschool called Fukorodani for your last year in highschool seeing your best bud Bokuto and he introduced you to Akaashi, the two are like polar opposites and Akaashi looked so chill, you noticed you had tons of classes with him but he seemed like he didn’t care you were in them, which made you think he hates you so you “hate” him too, the math exam test scores were up and you were excited to see you were in first place only to see Akaashi ranked 1- and that’s how the rivalry beginned, it was always him and you that had the most tension in class he didn’t know why he wanted to beat you but something about being against you made classes a little exciting and his heart throb from seeing you… while on your end you were focused on your after school club and studying really hard just so you could beat him once… till one day you saw him studying at the library casually doing his Ap Lang work “Hey that’s where I always sit” you said pissed off he could look so calm doing today’s frustrating homework “huh? This is the school library l/n, I don’t know what your talking about, I didn’t know this was your seat sorry” he said stretching his arms getting out of the seat “nevermind also… um how do you do that prompt?” Forgetting that you forgot to finish that one question, he laughed at your sudden question, you just asked him if he could get off a seat and now your asking him for help? He asked you to pass your notebook to him and he could see detailed doodles on little corners of the page “they draw so cute” he thought to himself while helping you with your work, it was like fate was on his side, once he saw your tiktok on his fyp with you doing your little hobbies he followed you and you were shocked he found it because almost no one from school knew your tiktok account… by now you “rivals” have been more close and the more he’s with you the more he knows every little detail/thing you do and even Bokuto secretly ships it, one day you lost your precious cat Mickey…. You were devastated looking through sidewalks and streets to find your cat, your cat Mickey was your best friend when you were alone and whenever you came home in the past your cat always comforted you and now your cat is gone… when you came to school the next day Akaashi noticed your outgoing and bright persona was changed you looked so sad and he asked if you were okay… you told him everything and he just reassured and told you he was going to help you find Mickey “Akaashi… you don’t have to” “no problem y/n I don’t like seeing you sad” he said face flustered, after school he searched the neighborhood with you and surprisingly the both of you found your missing cat in a little bush “thank you Akaashi!” You said jumping into a hug only for him to be more flustered and slightly push you back “y/n I really like you” “I really like you too!” You said with a smile on your face heart beating out of your chest

what a relationship with him would be like:

Akaashi and your relationship would be so adorable- okay he loves when you take photos of him with your little camera he brought for you, he loves it when you big spoon him and he loves that your really honest about things that make you uncomfortable and things that make you comfortable, when it’s winter he would take you skating just to see you skate, the both of you got another cat, he loves leaving sticky notes full of sappy romance manga lines that were used for him to work on, so expect those, since being in a relationship with you he feels more confident on speaking his mind and whenever he sees you he just can’t stop smiling no matter how many months or years you’ve been dating

#jasmines 111 followers event #taro’s 111 followers event #akaashi angst #akaashi keiji #akaashi x reader #akaashi fluff

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lovelyirony · 4 years

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Hey, about that prompt, I just thought of smth. Do you write IronPanther? If yes, would you write something non-AU, light and funny where Tony and Shuri work together to make T'Challa's life difficult? (No team Cap bashing, though I'm pretty sure you wouldn't do that anyway.) I love this ship, but don't see myself writing it, mainly because I don't think I could do T'Challa's character justice. So, if you're up for it, that would be really cool. But if it's not your thing, that's okay too! :)

T’Challa should never have pranked his sister. He should’ve known something was up when he could dodge the buckets at the tips of doors, the small little ones that anyone could see.

His sister hadn’t done those before. He should’ve known there was something bigger.

“Your sister has volunteered to be a chaperone,” his mother says, smiling grandly. “She would like to see Stark Industries’ labs and ask Tony Stark questions.”

T’Challa sends her a glare and grits his teeth.

“Sure,” he says.

Fact: T’Challa has a slight crush on Tony Stark.

(It’s not slight. Not at all. Okoye makes fun of him all the time. He can’t say he blames her.)

“Excited, brother?” Shuri asks, twirling a stylus around her fingers.

“Not particularly.”

“Told you I’d get you back for messing with my new car designs,” Shuri says with a sniff. “And now since I’m the smart one of the family, I get to have Tony ask me tons of questions and you will be there for decoration. Ha!”

T’Challa grumbles to himself.

As soon as they touch down, Tony grins.

“Hey you two,” he says. “I was thinking lunch and then some questions. From me. Not from you guys, because I’m pretty sure I have a typed list somewhere.”

“You do, Boss,” Friday adds cheerily. “It is three pages long, would you like to send it to them?”

“Um no,” Tony says quickly. “In fact, let me review that beforehand to make sure I ask the…right ones.”

Lunch is excellent. Tony gets to ask about the well-being of all of them, what’s new in Wakanda.

Shuri dominates the conversation, of course. She tells him about the new models of transport, new techno-fabric, and Tony is enamored. He’s asking question after question.

T’Challa decides that the tzatziki sauce is really quite good and eats a lot of it.

He doesn’t have an outward emotion as he kicks Shuri under the table and excellently cuts into another topic of asking Tony to show them around.

“My little sister doesn’t have much experience of this world, I am sure we would both like to see what you offer.”

“It’s not much,” Tony says. “But let’s go!”

Shuri leans into T’Challa’s ear.

“Don’t think this is over.”

“Oh I know it isn’t,” T’Challa answers simply. “But I made it harder, didn’t I?”

She doesn’t answer as she gets into the front seat of the car, relegating him to the back.

T’Challa listens to Shuri talk about American movies the whole way to where they are going.

Tony is taking them to a variety of local shops, some of his favorites. T’Challa enjoys hearing about his favorite things to get, and gets some ideas for things at a later date.

(Yes, gifts.)

Shuri, of course, not-so-subtly references this and watches amusedly as Tony gets flustered.

“I, um, how kind of you.”

“A good man deserves good gifts,” T’Challa manages to say. “And you’re a good man.”

(He wishes he could shut up. He honestly could.)

Tony ends up taking them to a “dive” place.

“They’re the best place to eat,” he explains. “Plus it’s just so good.”

They walk into a restaurant that had clearly seen better days, although the older waitress looked very happy to see Tony.

“It’s been ages,” she says, smiling broadly. “Same table?”

“Same table.”

They easily slide into the chairs, and Tony starts rambling about how he had found this place years ago, and Grace had been his waitress for years.

“At this point, having anyone else is just weird,” he says, grinning. “But I highly recommend that we get the onion rings. In fact, I mandate it.”

The conversation isn’t so one-sided now, one or the other. Shuri doesn’t monopolize the time, instead laughing over stories that T’Challa tells and interjecting with her own.

Tony tells them all about “restarting” SI, in a sense. He asks them about their own country, what they can talk about. T’Challa says he’ll have to visit some time.

“I’d love to take you up on that,” Tony says, eyes sparkling.

Shuri is grumpy on the way home.

“He had eyes for only you,” she teases/whines. “I didn’t even get to ask him about his new solar power! I wanted to ask if he had…”

T’Challa’s listening drifts as he smiles to himself.

His contented smile drops as soon as Shuri rushes out of the plane, a grin on her face.

“Okoye, you’ll never guess who’s coming to dinner…”

Bast save me, T’Challa groans.

Okoye doesn’t grin, not yet.

“I look forward to our visitor, Your Highness,” she says, eyes flashing. “He will have to be…properly acquainted with the Royal Family if these are your intentions? I can send an…email blast.”

“That will not be necessary,” T’Challa counters. “Don’t you dare.”

“You won’t teach him the proper customs your eyes glaze over whenever you see him,” Okoye reminds him. “I will coordinate with your mother.”

Even worse.

Shuri giggles.

“Having fun yet, Your Highness!”

T’Challa gives her a very unroyal guesture.

(But even all of this cannot express his excitement for Tony to come visit.)

#shuri: is a little shit #ironpanther #t'challa #tony stark #okoye #shuri #wakanda #black panther #iron man #yeah tony is IN DEEP #it doesn't seem like it but he is. he took them to a dive of a diner #that's how u know it's love :)#lovelyirony writes

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strangest-loser · 4 years

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Twilight Rewrite

Fire in my Blood ~ Jasper Hale X OC ~ Book Two - Chapter One

Book One

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One of the biggest up sides to her new existence meant Alessia didn’t have to wake up early for school anymore. The fact that she didn’t need sleep anymore never stopped her from ‘napping’ because lying down with her eyes closed helped her ground herself and escape the constant feedback her enhanced senses were still receiving. It was getting easier but she still wasn’t totally used to being a newborn. Her life was never boring living with the Cullens, when she wasn’t spending time with Jasper she was with the girls or with Emmet, and when everyone was in school she was with Carlisle studying under his guidance to be a human doctor. And even still when she found no one was in the house she managed to entertain herself by dancing. Her life was good and today was Bella’s birthday. “Tell Bella I said happy birthday and that I’ll see her tonight”, the brunette ordered following her sisters down the stairs. Alice promised to relay the information and left the room with Rosalie as soon as she saw Jasper walking towards the trio, everyone learned the hard way that the newest couple were sickeningly sweet and it was too early for anyone to want to deal with that.

A squeal followed by laughter was ripped from the youngest girl when Jasper swung her around in his arms and eventually set her down capturing her lips in a kiss that Alessia had memorized perfectly at this point. It took way too much self control for her to push her mate away laughing at the pout he wore as she sent him out the door, “You can’t miss any more days or someone is going to kill me,” she fired in retaliation to the wounded puppy act she was getting while looking pointedly at Esme who was in the kitchen, giving Jasper one last kiss goodbye she stood at the door watching the rest of her new siblings and her love drive off into the trees. Walking back up the stairs into the kitchen she spotted Esme watering some flowers on the balcony, today was one of the days that Carlisle had a work day that began before everyone else left for school so Alessia had some time to kill before school got out and Alice managed to rope her into decorating for the party later that night. Her slow ascent through her home had her honey eyes (now the regular Cullen gold) roaming the artwork along the walls. Her morning was spent cleaning up the books that littered the floor in her and Jasper's bedroom (she spent a lot of time reading now that she couldn't leave the house, having to pretend to be dead and all) and tidying up the rest of the house while Esme painted in the attic, Alessia still felt extremely grateful that Carlisle and Esme had opened their home to her after the accident, she wanted to be a gracious houseguest and in her mind it was the least she could do.

Light shone through the trees into the study that she now began to share with Carlisle as he mentored her through her medical studies. Alessia walked to the glass desk that sat against the window and opened the medical notebook sitting on top of the pile of books stacked on the corner. The well-loved leather cover opened to show yellowed pages with lines of perfect medical notes with accurate diagrams. Carlisle spent centuries putting them together and Alessia was now learning from the man and she couldn't be more grateful for it, she would attend medical school once she could get to grips with a new identity. Hours of study were interrupted by the sound of Alice bounding up the stairs ripping Alessia out of her thoughts of medical sciences. "Come on Alessia we have a party to organise!" The pixie girl sang out pulling the brunette behind he down to the living room to put up the decorations that had been sitting in boxes in the corner all week. The room only took about 45 minutes to finish when Emmet joined them (the sight of tiny Alice sitting on top of the shoulders of Emmet 'the giant' yelling at him to hand her decorations to hang from the ceiling had everyone in stitches laughing).

As night fell the music started and Alessia felt her excitement grow when she could hear a car pull into the driveway, standing with Jasper at her side she was bouncing on the balls of her feet waiting for her baby sister to come into view, it had been a while since she had seen her. Alessia smiled at Bella being dragged into view by a very excited Alice and by the look on her face her sister may just forgive her for telling the family when her birthday was in the first place. Waiting wasn't Alessia's strong point so as soon as Carlisle and Esme had greeted the birthday girl Alessia scooped her sister into a hug that neither really wanted to escape from, it wasn't until she heard a certain sly comment about "dating an older woman" coming from Emmet's mouth, who was speaking to Edward on the stairs that Alessia pulled away from the hold to smack him on the head, "That's my baby you are talking about". Anymore conversation was interrupted by Alice calling for presents to be handed out. The brunette took this time to return to Bella's side wanting to experience her sisters awkward torture up close. She gave Rosalie a kind smile for the necklace, she was trying at least. And Emmet got in trouble again for dissing the truck.

Alessia could hear the slice of the paper working into the skin of Bella's finger, she felt every layer being slit open and the blood that erupted from the wound smelled like an iron factory. The room took all of 3 seconds to errupt into chaos. After Edward launched Bella into a goddamn table Alessia didn't think of anything other than keeping Bella safe, reaching out to guide her away from the situation she was met with resistance and a warning snarl from Edward while the rest of the family members worked to get Jasper out of the room and away from Bella. Pure rage ran through Alessia and she had no understanding of the pure authority that came through the hiss that she let out, causing everyone, Edward and Jasper included to stop and take a step away from her. Carlisle managed to get the situation under control which was good because Alessia still kept a deadly stare locked on Edward and as far as she was concerned if he tried to pull another stunt like that the only person dying tonight would be him. Carlisle forced Edward out to calm down Jasper and while Alessia's whole body was screaming at her to find and comfort her mate, her sister was the priority right now.

Carlisle snapped her out of her rage and Alessia realised that this was the first time she was around human blood, sniffing the air and looking at the red liquid she didn't feel anything other than the need to get the glass shards out of Bella's arms. "I'm fine Carlisle, I promise," left her lips as she slowly helped Bella up the stairs to the study.

As weird and morbid as it sounded Alessia loved giving stitches. It was rhythmic and mindless and she was really good at it. Sue Clearwater had taught her how to sew and embroider when she was a kid during the summers after she stopped going to Phoenix, and that knowledge came in handy now as she and Carlisle worked in tandem, the older man picking the glass out and cleaning the slashes in her arms while Alessia took the black thread and slowly stitched perfect rows to keep them closed so they could heal. She was deaf to the conversation currently going on between Bella and Carlisle but the few words that did reach her meant that Carlisle was telling Bella about his work around human blood. Alessia finished up her final stitches and smiled down at Bella like she remembered Renée doing whenever she scraped her knees as a kid. Laying a kiss on her little sisters forehead she whispered to her. "I'm sorry about Jasper, he didn't mean to scare you I promise, it's just difficult for him sometimes." With the apology hanging in the air she slid off the metal bench she was sharing with Bella and walked out the door to find Edward leaning against the wall. His attempt to enter the room was stopped by Alessia's hand holding him to the wall. Her anger had flared back up and her voice was icy, her message was very clear. "Whatever claim you think you have on Bella you had better quit it right now, you are only with her because she lets you, because she likes you, whatever idiotic thought you have running through your mind telling you that you could ever stop me from protecting her is wrong and you had better get rid of it fast. Let's get one thing clear, that is my baby sister in there. In the people that are important in her life you and I don't even sit on the same list. I am her fucking sister. You ever try that stunt and insinuate that I would ever hurt a hair on her head again and I will rip you to pieces." Her threat was followed by yet another growl that had the boy in front of her looking away from her eyes. Her arm pushed her away from the Cullen boy and down the hall without a second glance.

The air was nice out and the stars weren't blocked by any clouds tonight. Alessia took her time walking out into the trees surrounding the house until she came to the trunk that her mate was sitting on. "You had better stop moping around now, Bella is fine." Her sweet tone snapped Jasper's attention to the beautiful girl walking towards him, smiling despite the absolute fiasco that went down not 30 minutes ago. She didn't have to have have her boyfriend's empathic powers to feel the guilt radiating off his frame. "I could have killed her," was all he mumbled looking at the sky, not meeting the golden eyes staring back at him. Alessia let out a sigh that was dramatic enough to pull a laugh from both of them before she sat at Jasper's side, pulling his hands into her own and playing with his fingers. "Honest question, when you look at Bella is your first thought 'I want to murder this chick in cold blood and feast on her organs'?" She burst out laughing at the complete horror and disgust on his face and took that as a no. "I am fully aware that you would never hurt Bella. You cannot blame yourself for what happened. You are so good around blood and I honestly am so proud of you, but accidents happen Jas. You didn't hurt anyone tonight and that's what matters." Alessia switched her fingers out for her lips and laid a soft kiss on his wrist where his pulse should be. It was an ironic little display of affection the two shared in times where the other was deeply distressed, Jasper had done it more than enough times when Alessia was still getting used to her new body and got upset by the overstimulation her brain was receiving from her enhanced senses, and since then it was a way for the two to let the other know that they were always gonna be there.

Their silent adoration of each other was broken up by Alessia suddenly jumping to her feet and pulling her man up with her "come on, were going away for a while." She was spontaneous and was always the first person to suggest that a problem should be solved with an adventure. She had dragged everyone she knew into her endeavours at least once. Jasper learned very early into their relationship that he couldn't say no to Alessia, that and when she did something to help someone or cheer someone up, she was usually right. Following the small trail back to the house she saw that Edwards car was already gone meaning Bella was back at home. The doors opened to Alice smiling at her best friend and her brother, an idea sparked in her mind, "Alice, pack your bags were going on a road trip."

Jasper found it hard to keep his eyes on the road and not let them drift over to the brunette in the passenger seat talking animatedly with Alice who was in the back about anything and everything that came to their minds. He truly had lucked out with the woman he loved. Everything about Alessia amazed him and he knew that their attraction to each other wasn't just because their vampiric bodies had chosen the other as a mate, part of the reason Jasper had avoided her for so long was that he couldn't really control himself around the pretty girl from his history class and didn't want to risk outing himself as a blood sucking vampire to her on day three of knowing her, that and she was so insanely smart that she matched him in most topics pertaining to the American civil war onwards (and he lived through the damn thing). Alessia was beautiful, intelligent, kind and level-headed while also being goofy, clumsy and a little bit inappropriate and hilarious, she was protective of people she cared about and trusting of people until she was given a reason not to be. She had faults like her quick temper and occasional naiveté but she didn't try to bury them or justify them, she wore them proud. She was confident enough to command the respect of the people who knew her but kind and gracious enough to have earned every ounce of respect she received. He thought she was perfect and he wouldn't hesitate to tell anyone that he really was in love.

Alessia could list the things she thought about Jasper Hale on both hands and not even scratch the surface. Spending almost every hour of her new existance next to him may seem suffocating to most people but it just let the two learn everything they could about each other, late nights were spent with Alessia learning everything she could about the world she had now been reborn into and Jasper in particular wanted her to be educated on and wary of The Volturi. But it wasn't until one rainy day about 4 months into her new life that Jasper told her about his own past. He told her about his life as a human, how he loved his mother Catherine and that he had two younger siblings of his own, Alexander and Daisy. She told him of his days as a soldier and that he fought for the south, if not purely for the fact of that's where he was born and his father was fighting for them too. And he told her about Maria. Alessia found herself falling in love with the man who told her stories every day about his life and the people in it. She admired his gift and made sure to tell him every chance she got how she was proud that he could push past the memory of all the newborn army emotions, all the pain he felt come from those kids, and use the one thing he thought of as a curse to do some good wherever he could (even if it was just to stop Alessia from ripping Edward's head off when he got a bit too melodramatic). When she first met him Alessia had to do a double take because holy shit the new guy was hot and he had an accent, but she was content to go about her life not speaking to him if that's what he wanted, she couldn't force friendship. Alessia just felt relief that Jasper had spoken to her a few months ago, because if he hadn't she might still be blissfully unaware of what her world was actually full of. And she definitely wouldn't be sitting in a car on the way to nowhere in particular with the man she loved and her best friend in the world.

Their drive lasted into the early hours of the morning and at around 5am they reached Portland and pulled into a hotel along the highway. While their rooms were checked into the trio started walking around the undisturbed suburbs talking and laughing. Alice pulled a camera out of nowhere and the night got more fun with Alice and Alessia posing for silly pictures around the streets they walked, it took a few minutes but the girls managed to convince jasper to take one of the two of them lying in the road just before the sun started to come up on the horizon, before long the incident that had caused Jasper so much internal conflict had been forgotten. With the city starting to wake up the gang made their way back to their hotel rooms to hide out from the sunny day that was scheduled. Not that it bothered Alessia at all, she had Jasper to keep her company (Alice was extremely thankful for her own hotel room).

It was later that afternoon when Alessia got a call from Carlisle. It was urgent so the managed to pull herself out of the hotel bed and slide on the t-shirt Jasper was wearing earlier before calling Carlisle back to listen to the situation. To say that she was pissed was an understatement. Jasper barely had time to dress himself before he was dragged back to the car along with his sister by his mate who was for lack of a better term seeing red. The whole drive home was silent and both siblings knew better than to ask Alessia what had happened (Alice already knew). They pulled up at the house by dinner time and Alessia slammed the door of the car, pacing up the front steps past Rosalie who was carrying a box towards a movers van, "Where the hell is he?!"

The rest of the Cullens stood in the living room packing and no one moved to stop her when she basically jumped Edward sending his ass skidding along the floor. "You have about 5 seconds to explain to me what the hell you have just done or I swear to god I will destroy you."

"I told her we were leaving," Edward mumbled electing not to move from his new home on the floor for his own safety. "SO YOU ARE TELLING ME THAT JUST BECAUSE ONE THING DIDN'T GO YOUR WAY LAST NIGHT YOU HAVE DECIDED TO PACK EVERYTHING UP AND THROW A TODDLER TANTRUM ABANDONING THE ONE PERSON YOU CLAIM TO LOVE MORE THAN ANYTHING IN THE WORLD?!" Alessia screamed causing everyone in the room to flinch slightly. Edwards excuse died on his tongue with one look at the furious girl who stood over him. "Do you have any idea what this could do to her?, You claim to care about her soul when all you care about is getting to live out your little fantasy of having a human girlfriend for a few decades until she grows old and dies is that it? Are you gonna look at me and tell me that I'm wrong?" She yelled her anger flaring up once again. She was gonna break something and she really hoped it got to be Edwards head right now. "How about this then Edward, she is not your property, she is her own person with her own choices. She is doing you a favour by waiting until you feel comfortable enough to change her. I didn't get a say in my transformation but all Bella wants is to be with you, I can't for the life of me figure out why but she is in love with you. You gaslighting her and telling her you are protecting her soul as an excuse to leave whenever you don't get your own way is sickening and I swear that you would already be ash if I didn't think that it would kill her." No one around the room dared to try and step in her way when she was like this (Emmet thought the whole situation was hilarious) and with a final look at the boy sitting in front of her Alessia snarled at him "If you want to leave that's fine, but you stay the hell away from me, and don't think that for one second Bella isn't strong enough to move on, and when she does you will never be allowed to take that away from her."

Her brown hair flicked with her sharp body movement and she stomped up the stairs to begin packing her own belongings into boxes. The footsteps that Alessia heard follow her were softer than the familiar thump of Jasper's shoes and she wasn't expecting Esme to peek her head in the door and find her on the floor surrounded by books. "Was I wrong in what I said?" The young girl sighed looking up at the motherly gaze that was trailed on her, the anger in her voice traded out for dejection and worry. She had never exploded like that, even with her short fuse. That and she had no way to contact Bella so she couldn't say goodbye to her sister. Esme sat down on the bed before letting herself chuckle under her breath, "I think you were absolutely right actually, I just don't appreciate fighting between my children."

Alessia wanted to smile at Esme referring to her as one of her own but her mind felt guilty for causing chaos when Carlisle and Esme must have already been extremely stressed with the move. She crawled into the bed sitting next to the woman she had always admired and mumbled a small apology for her actions. Esme simply smiled fondly and squeezed her shoulder, "There is nothing to apologize for Alessia", before beginning to help her pack everything away. She understood why they had to leave, but she didn't have to like it.

The forest was quiet that night and while the last of the boxes were being packed by the boys Alessia took the time to go and get some of her own things from her house. Walking through the woods she stumbled upon a familiar track that flowed through the trees and eventually opened onto her yard. She had walked this path hundreds of times but never once had she encountered Bella lying on the forest ground shivering from the cold. Every inch of Alessia's body filled with a dread that weighed her body like concrete as she sprinted to her sister, "Bella, BELLA!" She cried shaking the limp girl lying on the ground. Panic began to set in because she knew she couldn't do anything to help, Alessia showing up at her home from the dead would probably cause Charlie to have a stroke but Bella wasn't waking up and she was freezing cold. Rustling in the trees made her snap her head up to see the one person she absolutely did not want to see staring back at her. Sam Uley stood at the treeline two feet away from the girls wearing a look of disgust at the sight of the older girl, and as much as Alessia wanted to rip his face off (the feeling was mutual) there was no time and Bella was more important than whatever beef Alessia had with the dog. "Help her" she muttered before laying a kiss on Bella's temple and stepping back to let Sam pick her up and carry her back down the trail. Alessia followed at a distance getting to the end of the trees seeing the flashing red and blue lights, thank god Charlie was looking for her. It took all of 15 minutes before an ambulance had whisked Bella off to the hospital and the lot emptied, only silence was left. With everyone gone Alessia let herself in to her bedroom. Bella had told her about a month ago that Charlie kept her room locked up and didn't go in there, the memory of his oldest being too painful to keep reliving, so Alessia was sure that he wouldn't notice some of her stuff missing. The window slid shut behind her and looking around the room she had seen that it was tidied, probably Bella again. Cardboard boxes and a few suitcases were pulled out of the closet and Alessia began to pack clothes, books, photographs and other things she couldn't bare to leave behind, her awards for dance and school stayed up on her walls but she took photographs of them all. By the time she had finished she had three large boxes sitting at the end of her bed and her room looked only slightly emptier than when she had walked in, she didn't want to leave her whole world behind but she didn't really have another option. Hearing her window slide open again she was met with Emmet standing in her room. The two of them were close no doubt and out of all the Cullens they were the ones that most resembled siblings with how they treated each other, Emmet could tell she was hurting. His strong hand on her shoulder let her steel her nerves again and while he and Jasper (who had joined them from the car out front) began to bring the boxes back out through the window Alessia stood at her desk to write a note.

Bella,

I honestly don't know if we will ever come back. It's imperative that we leave for everyone's safety, because if the Volturi think that we have become suspicious to the humans they won't hesitate to destroy us. Take care of Charlie, he worries a lot but it's because he loves you. Make sure he knows that my 'accident' wasn't his fault and that I love him with everything I have. That goes for you too, you may be 18 now but you are still my baby star. I don't know if I will ever see you again, but I will be thinking about you for the rest of time. I love you.

Alessia.

Sliding her own window closed she made her way up to Bella's window and slid into the room. It was messy and the photo album was still on the bed from last night. Without thinking about her situation for too long she slid the envelope between Bella's laptop and the desk and made her exit again. Looking back at he front door she finally let it sink in that this would be the last time she would ever see her home or her family. Jasper stood at her side and he could feel the ocean of grief that covered his love in that moment, but he didn't try to manipulate what she was feeling, he knew she wouldn't want that. It was Alessia who turned first and slid into the back seat of the car with Jasper on her tail, Rosalie and Emmet sat up front and without a glance back at her old life the truck engine roared to life and Emmet pulled away and drove off into the night, passing a lone police cruiser pulling into the driveway.

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Alessia has mad beef with Edward but can we blame her 😂

I hope this chapter gave a little bit more insight to Alessia and Jasper's relationship and you also got a small glimpse into Alessia's developing powers.

Chapter Two coming soon and let me know if you want to be added to the Taglist.

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pursueyourpersona · 5 years

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I really like your imagines! Could you write the P5 dudes bodyswapping with a female S/O? I'm a sucker for that trope. ^^

I hope I did alright ;w;

JOKER

Surprisingly, he takes it in stride. Nobody can notice- he’s so good at acting as you, even you forgot you weren’t you for a moment.

In retrospect, it actually wasn’t very surprising at all.

You knew how good he was at blending in and pretending to be a simple high school student on probation- but damn you weren’t prepared at all.

He was smart and witty- and let’s just say you never want to get hit in the forehead with chalk ever again.

Meanwhile Joker is in your class, talking with your friends as if nothing was wrong. He’d answers questions you didn’t even know the answer to- which will prove difficult when you get back to your body and have to answer again in the future.

The only issue he had was probably having to use the rest room- he… tried really hard not to but you gotta do what you gotta do, you know?

When it comes to the phantom thieves however… If you don’t know he’s Joker, then you’d probably find out really quick via the others.

If you do know he’s Joker you’d probably go straight to Makoto or Ann and ask them what might’ve happened- even though they don’t have an answer.

It wouldn’t last for very long though, luckily you woke up in your own body the next day. Prepare for Joker to be 5x times the tease he normally is though.

RYUJI

Yes, he screamed in shock and yes, he instantly looked down the shirt in delight.

Your guardians probably stared at “you” funny as “you” struggled to get yourself out the door.

Ryuji is a wreak, bless his heart, he has no idea what he’s doing.

If he’s honest, he’s thought of this kind of thing before. The thought of being in his S/O’s body- or any female body honestly seemed cool to him.

Ah, but then you’d wake up in his body. He was used to the stiff muscles and sometimes aching pain in his leg but you most certainly were not.

Luckily his mom was out, but you could feel “your” entire body screaming for help. How he dealt with this pain was beyond you- and having to walk with a limp made you realize how strong he really is.

If you’re a quiet student that nobody talks to and you don’t really answer questions this will be an easy day for both you and Ryuji. However, if you’re a rather studious student, it’s going to be complicated.

Ryuji doesn’t want to go to class but he has to because it’s your attendance. But when you show up to Ryuji’s class there’s more than a few shocked faces (more sighs than anything).

Running into each other is real awkward because you’ve seen yourself in mirrors, but never… right in front of you. And Ryuji was just standing there, slouching over and looking very tired.

“Do you need an energizing hug?” “Yes, Please.” Poor boy probably made you fail a surprise quiz but you just stand there and hug him tight in the middle of the hallway. Which, you know, is kind of cool because you’re tall enough to pick “you” up and spin “you” around.

Which is exactly what you do, much to his dismay

You guys end up switching back right before school ends, and luckily (for you anyway), right before he needed to use the bathroom.

YUSUKE

Yusuke finally knows how it feels to wake up and not be starving

On another note, waking up in a dormitory surrounded by paint everywhere passed out on the floor was a weird way to start your day.

The first thing you do is stand up and oh! It’s Yusuke’s apartment- but you don’t remember going over.

Until your gaze meets your reflection on the window, and ah you just tripped over some expensive paint didn’t you?

Being woken up to a meal for breakfast was something Yusuke didn’t know he wanted so badly until he got it. Experiencing something like this was like a beautiful heaven.

With his mood being so light in the morning he wanted to paint something but, as it turns out, you either don’t have paint or only have a cheap watercolor set.

School was going to be a bigger challenge, especially since Yusuke attended a school revolving around art while you attended normal Shujin.

You knew you couldn’t just… skip class to go and find him so you

The first thing you notice is your face as his screensaver- which was shocking considering it was always pictures of famous paintings or beautiful scenery he used for inspo

You quickly text You- er, Yusuke to meet you before classes to which he responds rather quickly that he was already on his way

Meeting up was surreal and strange…

And Yusuke wont stop talking about how he was staring at your body in the mirror for a while trying to burn the image in his head so he can paint you more accurately

He probably would’ve stripped down and started sketching your body if it weren’t for the fact he knew how upset you may be. However, if you gave him permission, he wouldn’t hesitate to do it as soon as possible before you guys switch back, whenever that may be

Lasted for 3ish days, enough time for Yusuke to fill half a sketchbook of various doodles of both himself (he found it fascinating that he can observe his form via something other than the mirror or a picture) and your body (in various clothing and poses without any clothing)

AKECHI

He’ll panic

The second it sinks in that he’s not somewhere he’s used to he’ll shoot up and look around frantically

Then, hell see your body in a mirror and thank god its you. But, for some reason he doesn’t see himself…?

O H

He’s initially really shocked but will try his best to calm down, look for your phone and try to call himself

You on the other hand took it much less… Intensely? You of course, recognized you weren’t yourself but came to the conclusion that this was probably a dream

Hearing Akechi frantically ask where you were as you answered the phone however, didn’t help prove your case very much.

He’d probably have you both call in sick and meet up at his apartment before coming in to try and figure it out

If you knew of his… Situation, he’d probably just try and spend the day with you and prepare for the following days, trying to help you understand what it is he does for both his job and school

You’d have to explain to him about your school life more as well- your grades, your friends, etc etc. He wants to be completely on the same page to work everything out and make sure no one suspects a single thing

However… If you didn’t know about his situation… He’d try and have you just not go anywhere and explain to you that you cannot answer calls from anyone that isn’t him, in fear that others might make him erase you

He is by far the most worried about your situation and his nice prince detective facade will shut down real quick. He’d by no means angry at you or anything, but the situation makes it hard on him to do what he needs to

You’d probably switch back after a day, and he’d collapse in your arms in exhaustion from pacing back and forth

bonus !!

MISHIMA

Anxious bean

You? Your body? He’s in… YOUR BODY??

Probably will trip and fall over everything trying not to freak out or seem overly excited

He’s 100% going to try and look down your shirt but freeze and get too embarrassed to finish his actions

Seeing you at school as him too will probably just freak him out, especially since, well, you’re inside of him

He likes how soft your skin is compared to his, he should really moisturize more

Your room is also very cute, and he was very nervous waking up in a girls room because he’s never been in one before

Probably will trade back during lunch

He’s a bit disappointed he couldn’t be like that for a little longer,

and will have to nervously explain how your underwear are

jumbled up in their drawer

(lts because he was too shy to touch them)

(He accidentally flung some around and tried to fix it)

(He didn’t fix it)

(He tried)

(pls forgive him)

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florbexter · 5 years

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For a TinCan prompt: a lil piece with belt loop tugging or hands in each other's back pocket - oof I love both of these so much and can totally see TinCan doing it! (On a side note, I know your taking a break and I'm not expecting you to write this anytime soon (or at all if you don't want to)! Take your time, focus on exams and come back to us refreshed! Hope it all goes well!)

Thank you so much for your lovely prompt and your kind words! It’s a bit late but I hope you like what I wrote ❤

TinCan Ficlet [AO3]

Can was used to Tin’s undivided attention whenever they were together. He was even used to have Tin’s attention when they weren’t together. No one replied as fast as Tin to his messages and no one picked up his phone as fast as Tin when Can called. Maybe he was spoiled, but maybe he soaked up and sought the attention because Tin didn’t shush him, didn’t belittle him and didn’t roll his eyes whenever he got a little too excited about stuff. Okay, truth to be told he did roll his eyes, but it was different. Can had not much experience with relationships but he could tell that every time Tin tried to be annoyed it was laced with a extra layer of affection.

It was Can’s affection, it was his, it. belonged. to. him.

Jealousy, Can had learned, was a twisted knife in his belly, it burned and stung and his sister actually cut him once with a knife so he knew what he was talking about.

And it was weird that he wasn’t jealous of all the IC girls who ran after Tin, who made fan clubs and had weird facebook pages dedicated to him. He didn’t care about them at all. Because Tin ignored them. Can would be surprised if he even knew they existed.

But there were things Tin didn’t ignore. People he cared about. And Can had learned that Tin was intense when he cared about someone.

And that those someones sometimes weren’t Can.

Sometimes it was a dog and a little boy.

“It’s my dog, why aren’t I the hero?”, he muttered to himself and kicked against the grass. Not that he wanted to gain points with the little brat. Nong Phu had shown him his tongue when Tin had been occupied with petting Gucci. Which actually was okay because Can had made a face at him first. Why did that boy have to cling to Tin so tightly? It was his football it was his dog it was his park… it was the park nearest to his neighbourhood which made it his.

It was late in the afternoon and no longer as hot. Nevertheless, Can stood in the shadow of a tree, because no longer as hot didn’t mean that you didn’t sweat a bucket with every step you took. It didn’t seem to bother the little kid who chased after Gucci, who chased after the ball, Tin in the middle of it making sure nobody was stumbling over their own or canine feet. Can was sure that he had never seen Tin in a football jersey. It was of some European National Team, looked expensive as hell and Can was also sure that Tin had no idea what a real football fan would pay to wear something like this.

“I think Gucci is thirsty,” Tin shouted and Can saw that Gucci trotted in his direction. The patches of grass beneath his paws were dried out stubbles or sad areas of dirt. It wasn’t really a park, Can had to admit. More a tiny plot of land no one had built on yet. “I’m good enough to be your water boy mhm?”, he asked when Gucci reached him but unscrewed the bottle of water for him anyway. “Since when do you like to run around so much? Are you trying to impress the brat or Ai Tin?” Gucci made a sound that could have been a huff or a very tired bark and slobbered the water out of Can’s hands. “You’re allowed to bite the boy,” Can whispered. “But not hard, okay? A tiny little nip.” As an answer, Gucci shook himself and laid down next to Can’s feet. He panted, clearly no longer in the mood to play but he didn’t let Tin and Nong Phu out of his sight. Or it was just the ball they were kicking back and forth. His ball, Can thought with another wave of annoyance. Without Tin’s nephew, he could lay in an air-conditioned room complaining every time Tin moved beneath him and trade cool sips of lemonade with kisses.

But it didn’t take long that the heat wore Tin’s nephew out and he demanded ice cream. He looked like Can imagined Tin had looked as a boy. Arrogant and the aura of someone who knew that his wishes had to be fulfilled or else… the sweaty hair, red cheeks and scraps on his knees destroyed his better-than-you attitude a little bit.

“There is a place down the streets which sells ice-cream. If it can meet your high expectations your highnesses,” Can mocked, picked up the ball and put Gucci on the leash. Nong Phu just heard that the place wasn’t far away and bounced ahead. Can met Tin’s raised eyebrow with the brightest smile he could produce without actually hurting his face and started to follow Nong Phu.

He didn’t come far.

Tin tugged at the belt loop of his trousers and he stumbled back against his chest. “Woha,” Can breathed out and struggled to find his balance. Tin was a sturdy presence behind him, the heat of his body seeping through their clothes, making Can’s skin burn. He smelled Tin’s sweat and the spicy cologne he wore all the time. His heart began to beat like crazy. “Why so prickly?”, Tin asked in a rough voice, let go of Can’s loop and slid his arm around his waist to hold him secure against his body. His breath tickled against Can’s ear and everything in him tightened in response.

“I’m not prickly,” Can answered with a pout and his treacherous body leaned back, making itself heavier against Tin. He moved his head so Tin’s lips grazed his skin and a shiver run through him. He felt Tin’s finger on his belly, flexing as if he struggled against his desire to grab Can harder and if Can ever wanted Tin to lose a fight it was now.

“After the ice cream, I will drive Nong Phun home, okay?”“Do whatever you want.” “Oh… I know exactly what I want,” Tin murmured and Can could no longer hide his pleased smile. He laid his hand above Tin’s and squeezed. Tin kissed him behind the ear before he let go of him and Can exhaled shakily. He needed a cold ice cream immediately.

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yoosungiib · 6 years

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Hi!!! Ok so I have a weird request, only because it's like an odd pair...? But can I request Ray and Vanderwood as parents please? Not them as a couple, but the separate boys... like they're in a relationship with YOU but I'd like them as a parent... ok I'm talking a lot but please do this! And you can do it anyway you want and have fun with it. I'm so excited to see how you interpret them as parents! What they'll do with their kids and stuff... yay! LOVE YOU AND YOUR BLOG ❤️ Thanks!

This is so sweet! I’m so glad you love my work – I really love this request. Two precious’ we must protect (˶◕‿◕˶✿)

Ray and Vanderwood as parents

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✿ Ray ✿

Ray is a loving, adoring father, and like any devoted father, would walk the ends of the earth for his children.

He had never thought about having children. He thought he was brought to this earth to do his saviors bidding. But then you came along to test his game, and you two fell in love. You showed him what he was truly worth, and showed him he was brought to this earth not to serve anyone but to live for himself.

When you gave him his first child, he cried as he held the little bundle in his arms. You gave him so such a beautiful gift. Your love, and with that love, you two created such a beautiful child.

And the two of you continued to bring more precious children into the world. More children for him to love and care for.

Ray makes a promise to himself, you, and his kids; that he would give the children the childhood he was deprived of, and he would be the best father he could possibly be.

For one, Ray let’s his kids have lots of ice cream.

Lots of it.

He’ll usually has to sneak it to them because you have a rule on no ice cream before bed. While you’re in the shower or doing last minute work, Ray will tip-toe up to the kids rooms and bring them their ice cream.

There is lots of giggles and Ray having to gently shush them so they don’t get caught. One time after he snuck ice cream to his son, he had to quickly grab it out of the boys hands and run to hide in the closet when you came in to check on him.

He also takes them out for ice cream a lot. Usually after school. The rule is one scoop, but if his kids are feeling said he’ll let them have two.

So you can definitely expect the kids to pretend to be sad to get two scoops.

Ray is very sweet towards his children; he praises them for everything, and can never raise his voice towards them.

He can also never say no to his kids, which can be a problem.

They’re very spoiled.

One of Ray’s favorite things to do is make flower crowns for his children. He wants to share his love of flowers with his children.

He makes crowns out of roses, daffodils, sunflowers, daisies, etc. Usually, you and him will have the rose flower crowns and the kids will have sunflowers.

A favorite memory of his with his daughter was helping her to create her first ever flower crown. She decided to use lilacs, and the crown turned out beautiful. It fit perfectly on her head. Ray took a selfie with her and her new crown and set it as his lock screen.

Every night, Ray tucks his children into bed, and he reads them a bedtime story. He likes knowing it is his voice that helps them drift into sleep.

You told him once his voice was calm, so he can only presume it is the calmness in his voice that helps them sleep.

A few times he’s fallen asleep with them when reading. Sometimes he’ll be so engrossed in a book and he’ll keep reading… and reading… way after they have fallen asleep, and he’ll fall asleep too.

Like his kids, he is a restless sleeper, so when you go looking for Ray and find him in the kids room, he is on his stomach, dangling off the bed while one child is between his legs and the other is on his back, drooling into his hair.

Whenever the kids have a nightmare, Ray is the first time to them. He remembers a time he woke up to his youngest child hollering, and he bolted to their room.

He’s very good at comforting them by holding them in his lap, stroking their hair and gently shushing them.

After a nightmare, he’ll bring them into bed with you, and the two of you will practically sandwich them.

✌ Vanderwood ✌

Never in a million years did Vanderwood think he’d be married now to such a wonderful, beautiful person. You.

Children was the last thing on Vanderwood’s mind, and if he was told maybe five or so years ago that he would have children with you as his wonderful spouse, he would have scoffed in their faces and tazed them.

Vanderwood never thought of himself as someone who was deserving of a family,

And yet here he is now with you at his side, smiling up at you as the both of you held your two twins. The little girl cradled against his chest, and the little boy wide awake, screaming into your shoulder.

You laughed a little when Vanderwood sighed, rubbing his temple with his free hand and mumbling, “God almighty,” as the boy lets out another howl.

With your free hand, you first patted the boys head then squeezed Vanderwoods hand, then bringing his hands to your lips so you could kiss it softly. “Remember, we are in this together.” Vanderwood smiled, squeezing your hand back. You were right, you were in this together. And he’d do his best to be a good husband and good father.

Vanderwood is a very strict father.

Very.

His children must have good grades. He does not accept anything below a C. He can be a little harsh when it comes to grades, but it is really only because he has their best interest in mind.

And he will always lend a helping hand if his children are struggling with their homework or studying. He likes to make flashcards for them and set up mini tests for them.

Vanderwood is probably the best at giving advice because he doesn’t give anything half-assed, and he always speaks the truth. He has no filter.

And besides that, he can’t bear to see his children cry. His heart will just… tug in a weird way when he sees a tear fall down their small little faces.

He is good at comforting them. He will sit them down besides him and he’ll wrap an arm around their shoulder. He’ll gently rub their arm and pull them to him. His voice will be very gentle, but stern. He listens to everything they have to say, and responds with the best he can give them.

Vanderwood definitely teaches his kids self defense. He wants them to be strong and very prepared.

Uncle Seven helps with the training.

Vanderwood is… a bit of a soccer mom.

He is in charge of getting the children to school and to all after school activities. And any activity his children partake in after school, he gets far to into it.

Can sometimes be a little pressuring, but you’re always able to settle him.

Vanderwood plans many family vacations. Though he isn’t an agent anymore, he still has a lot of money received from being an agent. Plus, he gets paid a lot of income from the new job he has. He likes to use this money on his family in the best ways possible.

Vanderwood loves Hawaii so there are a lot of trips to Hawaii. They have a house by the ocean there, and when they are in Hawaii, Vanderwood just likes to relax with you under his arm and the children playing on the beach.

But Vanderwood has a rule; no electronics. And the kids can get really upset about it at first.

Vanderwood shuts them up by throwing them in the ocean.

The children help Vanderwood to become, as he says, ‘a better romantic.’ He only mildly regrets to telling his daughter once how he thought he wasn’t very romantic towards you.

But he is always happen why they help him think of new and fun ways to surprise you, and romantic ways for him to show his love for you.

It just so happens that his daughter is a hopeless romantic and his son likes to construct plans ad such.

A lot of the times, you, him and the kids fall asleep on the couch either watching TV or just relaxing while you read a book to them.

He is usually only asleep for about an hour due to being uncomfortable on the couch. Once awake, he first carries you to bed and tucks you in,

Then he takes the children to bed. He tucks them both in and kisses their foreheads, ruffling their hair a bit before going back to cuddle up with you in bed.

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panlyv · 4 years

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Hello! So I've never interacted with your blog before but I really enjoy your posts about khaopodd and your page has me v excited about about Thonhon Chonlathee. Sorry to hear that your feeling down. I know that sometimes life can get overwhelming and we just need something to distract us from it. Idk if it would help but if you're willing to share, I'd love to hear your thoughts on the first ep of still2gether or maybe the story of how you got into bl. Also, you don't need to answer this ask.

hello anon!!!! thank you so much for taking the time to send me this! i really appreciate it 🥰

i'm super glad my incoherent screams about khaopodd got you hooked for tcts!!!! i'm here to promote those two to the maximum and i cannot wait for novemberrrrr

i can tell you my thoughts about still2gether, no problem!! and if u want to know how i got into bl, i told the whole story here!

starting off with sarawat and tine looking SPECTACULAR like...... my boys look so happy and sososo good 🥺🥺🥺 and greendim?????? HECK YEAH i love them so much they are too chaotic for their own good and it's so funny to see their dynamics 🥰 i'm glad they addressed the problems that happened at the end of s1 and how sarawat told tine he was always there 100% of the time because he //really// loves and cares for tine. it was important for tine to hear that.

the whole ep was basically parallels of iconic scenes from 2gether but i LOVED it tbh. the "1 or 2" thing or the marriage proposal AGAIN was so good and made my heart so warm to know that even after a year they are still two cheesy dumbasses in love 💞

MAN AND TYPE????? THE PERFECT DOMESTIC VIBE THEY EMANATED THE WHOLE EP??????? YEAH!!!!! im such a sucker for mantype and to see this relationship now, with both more comfortable with each other and with type visibility more secure and certain of man is sooooooo good 🥺 like when man says "did you miss me?", type didn't hesitate to respond with "i did." and you know what's that???? GROWTH!!!

THE GUTITHANON BROS DYNAMICS????????? SHJFJAJD THAT MADE ME SO HAPPYYYYYYYY god i always said how much i want more family unit interactions (both wat + phukong and tine + type) so when phukong went to watine's condo????? MY RIGHTS WERE GIVEN TO ME. and just??? how well sarawat knows phukong????? how he cares for his little bro?????? but also ready to mock the shit out of him bc that's all siblings are about???? i went full 🥺 mode. it was the best thing ever how they talked about ~making songs~ and sarawat just knew phukong had a crush because duh he himself wrote a whole song for AND about his crush so fjdhdksjfj they are v v much alike. when it cut to the uni cafeteria and phukong was sitting with man&boss????? PLEASE THAT FED SO MANY OF MY HEADCANONS 😭😭😭 phukong being the little bro of all of them but sarawat always annoyed bc man and boss only say the stupidest shits to phukong and give him weird advices u kno 🥺 but what sarawat said about phukong being naive just...... it hurt me because it shows us how much wat is protective of phukong but also is definitely foreshadowing what's gonna happen between him and m*l (i refuse to write that shitbag's name ok.) since it's been A YEAR already and m*l still uses phukong whenever he feels like it but is the first to drop phukong when is convenient to him which makes my mf blood boild i hate him so much ugh. i also hate them making and writing phukong to act like this. it makes phukong really naive, childish, obsessed and with no self respect. not to mention that if they do get together without talking and growing, this relationship is gonna be so Bad. i just want phukong to learn how to value himself and understand that his worth is NOT being a secondhand replacement for some rude stalker that clearly doesn't reciprocate his feelings. (btw i thought wat knew about m*l, but apparently he doesnt??? so shit is gonna go DOWN lmao wat pls deck m*l for me 🥰)

and last but not least MY!!!GIRLS!!! they are both SO PRETTY my heart was beating a tiny bit faster whenever earn was on screen i love her so muchhhhhh!!! and them in the intro???? GIRLFRIENDS. earn telling boss off right after he screams that shit???? please god let that be a foreshadowing and what pear truly likes is Ladies plspls i beg u

overall i think it was a great way to start still2gether and i cannot wait to see the rest of it!!!!!!

sleepover ask!

#IM SORRY I TALK TOO MUCH ANON #but thank u thank u thank u #stay safe 💞#dawn.odt #anon #sleepover ask

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existentialstatesofmind · 7 years

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Never A Dull Morning

Clare: smiled as she heard his solution to the concerns she'd pointed out. "Great idea. That sounds fair to me. What will you do about the unsure column though?" She asked curiously. Dakota was already on his way to becoming a good businessman. She wished her parents weren't so narrow minded about certain things because they'd be impressed by him if they gave him a chance. Clare's dad was a hotshot lawyer but she knew for a fact the only job he'd had at fifteen was bagging groceries. "Of course I am. I'm not the one with a human weight on my back." She said with a chuckle. Clare was of two minds about when to go public. She didn't want to flaunt a new relationship around school. It wasn't her stye and what if things fell apart quickly like they had with K.C or they decided it would be better to just be friends like her and Eli? But Clare also wanted to be able to hold Dakota's hand and kiss him. Plus they weren't keeping the fact that they were dating a secret. She knew she was going to tell Alli on the phone tonight. "Gross, I don't want to taste other girls on your lips." She teased laughing a little. Clare didn't care about his past but that happening in the present would definitely bother her. She was only human, she got jealous and worried about boyfriend stealers. She continued to push down on his back as he did pushups. "Okay, I do want to go public not necessarily so everyone knows you're unavailable. But because I think there are reasons for me to have faith in us and if I'm afraid to show it, then we really won't work out." Clare explained. Her smile faded when she saw Monica. She instantly knew this had something to do with that other girl. When she got to her feet, Clare stared down their classmate making it clear she wasn't leaving so Monica would have to speak in front of her. Their conversation was weird. Clare knew all along that Monica still liked Dakota, she'd told him so, but why was Monica 'pimping out' the boy she liked? It seemed to be some weird control thing that Clare didn't even want to try to understand. She didn't like head games that's why she had such a hard time making friends with the girls at school. Her stomach started to churn. Monica was someone Clare never had a problem with until now but how she was treating Kota wasn't right. Even if they weren't together, she'd be disgusted by Monica thinking she got to chose who someone else dated. Buying someone a present or making out with them didn't mean, you had a hold on them. Kota didn't owe Monica or Clare for that matter anything. He was dating her because he wanted to. What was wrong with Monica? Clare snorted derisively when Monica tried to threaten her. They would literally have to jump her or pull a weapon on her for it to have any real effect. She could stand up for herself and she had Kota, and her friends. Of course Clare was a little scared just not enough for it to show. Elizabeth's arrival stopped her from worrying about what Monica and her 'friends' might do for the moment. She knew the older girl was a cheerleader. Something that didn't matter to Clare one way or the other. She gave Elizabeth a friendly smile. "Hi, it's great to meet you! Sure, I hope we'll get to talk more soon. I'd love knowing Kota's real friends." Clare said giving Monica a pointed look over Elizabeth's shoulder as they hugged. "Kota the matchmaker. I love it. If his success rate is that good maybe he can find a nice girl for my best friend Adam." She just dared Monica to say anything about that. "Thank you." She waved goodbye to Elizabeth. She might need someone to talk to since Darcy was el communicado. Clare sighed and rolled her eyes at Monica's comments. It was a shame that Elizabeth wasn't well liked for her personality or because she worked hard to earn her spot as captain. She'd still be popular even if she was the meanest girl in school. "You know if you're so concerned with that stuff Monica, you should be more careful. I have connections too." Clare didn't take advantage of them but Monica didn't know she wouldn't. She smiled at Kota. "I'm ready when you are. My parents will probably want me to attend the evening service at church since I skipped the morning one. So let's get going." She lead the way to the playground so they could find Emi. Clare held Kota's hand all the way back to his house too with Emi holding his other hand. "Are we eating before we go to the aquarium?" Clare asked wanting to know if she should change into her new clothes now or after lunch.

Kota: listened as Clare spoke. "I plan to use that column as a tie breaker if they tie." He answered aund thought more, but the more the thought about it, the more ideas he had. "Thinking more, why don't I just make two shirts one with the new bunny and one with the old, see what one sells more? If they both sell, we keep them both." He mused. Once they got Emi and went back home, he looked down at Emi. "Can we eat at the aquarium?" She asked and he looked at Clare. "Mind eating there?" He asked as he noticed Kelly walking into the room. "You have a letter." Kelly said handing Emi her mail. "Is it from Mama?" He asked noticing how excited she was and already opening it. "No, it's from Momoko. She said she promises to keep me updated on everything they learn, that way when mama comes back, I won't be behind in school." She smiled and looked over the pages. "She's teaching me more about kanji and more letters." Emi sighed. "Are they advanced letters?" Kota asked and she nodded. "They're the ones we need to use for words, once we learn these, we will be able to learn words." She said honestly and ran to her and Kota's room. "I guess that's our sign to get dressed." He said looking at Clare. "Not so fast, young man." He heard and saw his grandfather only to run and hug him. "Business?" Kota asked. "Teaching. I got you a bank account so you can budget your money. I put the money your mother told me to keep aside for you in a savings account. You have access to put more in and gain interest, but cannot access it until graduation. What you have made is in there for you to spend, you just need to activate it." His grandfather said and stood up. "Don't introduce me to your girlfriend yet, I can tell she's a nice girl, but I want to be properly introduced over a nice meal whenever you both are available so we can talk more, I have a meeting soon." He said and nodded curtly to Clare with a smile on his face as a way of saying goodbye to her, then waved and left. "He gave me checks too, what sixteen year old uses checks?" He asked rhetorically. "I'll teach you after homework on Monday." His mom assured and he lead Clare to his room. "We need to go dress shopping before going out to dinner with my grandpa. I don't want to sound rude, but probably will regardless since I can't teach you what you need to know. I'll probably tell you what to order depending on where we are going." He said honestly. "The dress will have to be kept here since your parents will probably ask where you got it." He stated honestly as he rummaged through his clothes. He had taken out a shirt and shorts, then opened the bathroom door for Clare. "I'll help you so don't be nervous when we go to dinner." He assured and kissed her chastely. After she was in the bathroom, he got dressed and waited for Clare.

#nadm

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