#thank you so much for requesting anon!! <3

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for requests, can you do law taking care of sick reader, hurt/comfort kind of thing that ends with fluff????

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Hi anon, thank you so much for your request!!!! a few months ago, i actually started this fic when i was ill with a pretty bad sinus infection, but then i just never finished what i wrote, so your request was actually the perfect thing to get me to finally finish that and share it with the world! i hope you enjoy it, thought it might not be as hurt/comfort as expected, so i hope that's alright <3

Doting

Law x Fem Reader

A nasty illness inflicting you brings out the warmth in Law.

Warnings: fairly detailed descriptions of gross sinus infection symptoms (cus i initially wrote this while actively dealing with one so its kinda visceral lol)

A light sleet gently tapped against the glass porthole as you weakly rolled your body over under the warm blankets that firmly surrounded you.  The sound was enough to quickly lull you back into the comfort of slumber, but your mind was already starting to run.  There would be no more falling asleep now.  A cold spot lay beside you, no surprise that Law got up before you did.  As you slowly entered the conscious world, your body was wracked with a cold shiver, a sensation deep within your marrow that seemed to bounce off of every cell.  You became acutely aware of a hard stone in the back of your throat that made swallowing a heavy burden.  Inhaling through your nose was met with nothing but a clogged nasal cavity, the crackling of mucus that wouldn’t move bouncing around your weary skull.  You attempted to push yourself up on your hands, but your muscles trembled feebly and you collapsed back down into the plush mattress with a tired groan.

No doubt about it, you were sick.

You angled your head to look toward the small wooden bedside table that Law used for his analogue alarm clock.  Your blinking eyes, slowly adjusting to the dreary gray light of the cold, snowy day outside, focused on a small piece of notebook paper placed on the table, under a paper cup of water and two pills.  You reached an arm over, carefully pushing the cup and the pills out of the way so you could grab the paper.  You shifted slightly on your side for a better reading view, cringing uncomfortably as you felt the pressure in your sinuses move around with every adjustment.

Good morning, love. You were breathing strange when I woke up so I did a scan on you- you have an acute sinus infection.  I left you a pain killer and a vitamin C capsule, please take them as soon as you wake up.  We docked at an island for a supply run, so I will be back around noon to take care of you.  If you need anything, Bepo stayed behind on the ship.  I love you. – Law

Your illness had no bearing on the way your heart fluttered with boundless affection for your boyfriend.  His note was analytical, but you couldn’t help but appreciate his professional physician side as well as his tender, intimate personality you saw behind closed doors.  It was just like him to notice something as minimal as your breathing while you slept, it gave you a sense of security you didn’t think you needed, but were beyond happy you had.

You once again attempted to push yourself up on your arms, just enough to reach over for the two pills, throwing them into your mouth and swallowing a gulp of the room-temperature water from the paper cup.  Your throat convulsed from the pain of swallowing, and you needed to force your esophagus to move the pills where they needed to go, but once they were down you laid your head back onto your pillow, closing your eyes tightly as the pressure within your sinuses began to ebb its way into your attention with your waking body.  You had felt fine when you went to sleep the night before, but now you were wracked with aches, chills, and pain in your face.  Just your luck, truly.

At least it was a cold, snowy day.  You didn’t feel like you would be missing out on anything too important.

You slowly shuffled upwards on the bed, now sitting up against the metal bedframe and holding the bed sheets against your frigid shoulders.  You had a tendency to sleep in tank tops and shorts due to the heavy insulation the metal walls of the Polar Tang provided, but that made very little difference in your feverish state.  Even the thought of the blankets revealing any centimeter of bare skin made your teeth chatter, but you knew you had to get up.  You felt gross, the back of your mouth coated with a foul-tasting funk from your blocked head, and you craved nothing more than the refreshing taste of the mint toothpaste you shared with Law.

Though, if you were ill, it might be best to open a different bottle… and use a different toothbrush.

You gazed around the small bedroom that you shared with Law, a comparatively tiny room aboard the submarine, composed of very little except for his bed, a tiny desk (much smaller than the one in his medical ward), a small bookshelf, and a wardrobe.  Law’s outlandish, feathery coats took up a lot of room, but they were comfortable and outrageously warm.  Your eyes formed the most efficient path you could take to don yourself in warmer attire as quickly as possible.  Taking a deep inhale through your mouth, which scratched your sore throat enough to make you suppress a heavy cough, you pushed the blankets off of you, swung your bare feet over the side of the bed, and plopped across the steel-panel floor towards the wardrobe.

The soles of your feet sent shivers up your entire body as you pulled out a ratty pair of sweatpants, one of Law’s oversized sweatshirts, and one of his feather coats.  You yanked on the clothing as quickly as your shaking limbs would allow before finally offering your feet relief from the cold floor by sliding them into a pair of fur-lined slippers.  Your trembling fingers pulled the coat tighter around your body as the relentless, feverish chills endlessly consumed your entire body.  You weakly pushed open the heavy metal door into one of the narrow labyrinthian halls of the Polar Tang before following a familiar route towards the galley.

Rounding a corner, you spotted Hakugan on the floor in front of an open electrical panel, a small box of tools by his side.  His mask was pushed upward, revealing his face so he could better focus on his work, but when he heard you enter the vicinity he made quick work of pulling the white plastic back over his face.  He fully turned his head to look at you through the black slots of his mask as you meekly approached.

“Good morning, yeesh you look terrible,” he muttered.

“‘Morning… I feel terrible.”  Your voice left your larynx with an airy, hoarse crackle that left a stinging sensation in its wake.  “Law said I have a sinus infection.”

Hakugan hummed, a sound slightly muffled by the barrier in front of his face, and turned his head forward to continue whatever he was previously occupied with on the floor.  “We have some apple juice in the fridge, that’ll fix you up in no time!”

You chuckled at the statement, which wasn’t much of a laugh and was more of a congested, donkey-like groan.  “Thanks, Hakun, I appreciate it.”  Your friendly nickname for your crewmate made the man smile, judging only by the slight way his jaw moved under his mask.  You continued down the hallway towards the galley, pushing open the door to the sight of Uni and Bepo swabbing the floors, counters, dining table, and every other surface with regular hand contact.

Uni looked up towards you from his diligent hand-washing of the surface of the dining table before groaning.  “Now we’re gonna have to wash everything again ‘cuz you’re sick!”

You frowned.  “You want me to starve?”

Bepo quickly stepped between you two, putting his thick paw on your shoulder and ushering you towards the fridge.  “Feed a cold, starve a fever,” he quoted.  “That’s what my mama used to say when I’d get sick.”

“I guess I should starve then,” you responded bluntly, feeling the hairs of your arms rise with goosebumps as another chill waved through you.

“Nonsense, you need strength to get better!” Bepo had immediately assumed his comforting, caring demeanor and pulled over a folding chair for you to sit on.  “Do you want anything for breakfast?  I can make you some eggs and toast, or some oatmeal, or some fresh fruit!”

You smiled warmly towards the bear, finding solace in his uplifting personality.  “Some fruit sounds nice.”

“You stay right there, I’ll make you a bowl.”  The mink turned his back to you and began rummaging around for a cutting board and a knife to prepare you a small bowl of fruit to take back to your room.  

Uni had left his washcloth on the table and paced over to where you sat, keeping his distance but still leaning forward to talk.  “How are you feeling?”

You flashed a smile in his direction, followed by a hearty and mucusy sniff.  “Sick.”

The much taller man chuckled beneath the cloth that covered his mouth.  “Yeah, no surprise there.”

“What does Law normally do when one of you gets sick?”

Uni’s long fingers drummed against the countertop.  “He lets us suffer, really.  If he used his devil fruit to keep everyone healthy all the time, then our immune systems wouldn’t develop.  At least, that’s what he tells us.”

You gazed at the floor.  “I guess that makes sense.”

“He’s got plenty of remedies to make the symptoms easier, though.  Did he give you one of those vitamin C pills?”

You nodded.  “He left one on the nightstand when I woke up.”

Uni also nodded affirmatively.  “Those things work like magic, I’m convinced.”

Behind your conversation, Bepo was laser-focused on creating the healthiest fruit salad for your consumption, rife with healthy vitamins to kickstart your immune system faster than a pill could do.  He turned in your direction with a bowl in his hands, a shiny metal fork sticking out of it for you to use.  “Ta-da~!” he cheered.

You carefully took the bowl into your shaking hands.  “Thank you, Bepo!”

“Of course, anything for you!”  You could almost see prideful sparkles floating around the mink’s head.  “There’s tangerines, some strawberries, blueberries, some diced watermelon, grapes, and some chopped peaches.  The tangerines are from the Straw Hats actually, they’re super delicious!”

Holding the bowl firmly in your grasp, you stood from your chair and carefully pulled Law’s coat higher on your shoulders.  “I’m already feeling better, thank you guys.”

The two crewmates waved you off as you began your fatigued trek back to the captain’s cabin.  You passed by Hakugan once again, who uttered a tired-sounding, “Get better soon,” in your direction, which you happily thanked him for.

Twisting the hatch of the cabin door, you heaved the barrier open and stepped inside, closing it behind you.  You placed the bowl of fruit onto the small desk to free your hands, allowing you to shrug off the feathered jacket and drape it carefully off the wooden desk chair.  You faced the small bookshelf, eyes picking between Law’s assortment of extra medical texts, personal journals, and comic books, before finally pulling out a novel you had started some months prior.  Book in hand, you grabbed your bowl of fruit, kicked off your slippers, and scampered back into bed, pulling the covers up to your shoulders and once again enveloping your shivering form in a barrier of serene warmth.  Your shaky hand grabbed the handle of the metal fork, stabbing into a piece of watermelon and placing the fruit into your sore mouth.  You flipped through the book, tired eyes barely absorbing any of the words as you focused solely on chewing each bite of fruit you took.  You very quickly began to nod off yet again, finally subdued by the subtle hum of the submarine’s engines, the tapping weather outside, and the words of your novel.

You placed the bowl of fruit, now half eaten, on the bed stand and let your book fall to the ground as you rolled over onto your side and let yourself fall back into the clutches of slumber, at least until your beloved returned aboard.

—

A harsh, wet sneeze jostled you violently from your slumber.  You sat up with a jolt, one hand covering your face to contain your snot, which made you cringe at the sensation.  You glanced over toward the clock on the nightstand which read 11:30 AM.  You groaned.  How long had you been out?  It couldn’t have been longer than an hour and a half at the most.  You swung your legs over the side of the bed and shuffled into your slippers once again, making your way to the submarine’s bathroom.  You felt unbelievably gross, between the hand on your face holding your dripping mucus in your nose, your feverish cold sweats, and your overall malaise.  You couldn’t remember the last time you had been this sick.

You knocked on the door to the bathroom, per routine.  There was only one shower stall and bathtub, so every Heart Pirate kept to a strict bathing routine.  To have you slip in for a quick, steamy shower at this hour was outside of that norm, but with many of the crew gone on the supply run, you didn’t think you’d run into any issues.  You entered the bathroom, locking the door behind you and making your way towards the metal sink bowl, running warm water and washing off your hand.  You grabbed a paper towel which you used to wipe your face (and subsequently blew your nose once again) before you began to disrobe from your smelly, sweaty clothes.  The steam from the shower would hopefully loosen the compacted mucus in your sinuses, so you turned on the shower faucet and stuck your hand under the tap to make sure it was warming up to your liking.  You grabbed a towel from the nearby bathroom linen closet, placing it on the sink so you could grab it easily when you were done.

The hot water immediately soothed your cold sweats, and the steam entering your lungs felt euphoric compared to your congestion.  You stood under the stream of water letting the drops run down your body, taking in as much of the warmth as you could.  You idly reached for the bottle of body wash that was kept on the edge of the tub, squeezing some of the soap into your hand and washing the parts of your body that felt the worst.

You didn’t know how much time had passed since you stepped into the bath, but you started to feel strange under the flow of hot water and clouds of steam surrounding your head.  Your eyes began to blur, your vision swaying back and forth in repetitive motions.  Your fingertips felt tingly and numb, and a nauseous sensation filled your abdomen and reverberated into the back of your throat where it left a cold, sour taste.  Without thinking, and without turning the water off, you sat down under the running faucet and leaned your head on the side of the bath, closing your eyes.

—

A cold towel was placed against the back of your neck, once again making you jolt upward.  What time was it?  What day was it?  Why were you naked in the bathtub?  Did you turn the water off?

“Hey, look at me.”

Your eyes darted from the shower tap to the porcelain tub wall to the hand that waved three fingers in front of your face and gestured for your attention.  You lazily gazed forward, your weary expression meeting steely golden eyes that were narrowed with profound concern.  His other hand was pressed against the back of your neck, where a cold washcloth was pressed against your damp skin.

“You had a hot flash.”

“Huh?”

Law shook his head, but not out of disappointment.  Rather, he was incredibly worried.  With pursed lips, he carefully helped you to your feet and out of the tub.  Once your feet met the cold metal floor, you sank to your knees with a weary groan.  Law grabbed the towel you had placed on the sink and threw it around your shoulders, beginning to dry you off as best he could without disturbing you too much.  You hung your head limply, letting your boyfriend work the water off of you without protest.  The cold compress on your neck began to warm with your body heat, and you felt it slide down a tad toward your shoulder blades before falling to the floor with a wet plop.

“Look at me,” Law said once more, voice firm and asserting, yet calm.  Your eyes flicked up toward him.  “I’m going to pick you up, alright?”

You simply nodded your head, barely a thought to make any move otherwise.  Law’s hands wrapped the towel around your body under your arms, carefully holding it in place in the front by your breasts.  His arms snaked under yours, hoisting you up like a heavy toddler, before he awkwardly bent down and placed his forearm under your knees, hauling you off your feet and against his chest.  Your head fell into his pectoral, taking as much of a deep, snotty inhale as you could, feeling your eyes close at the comforting sensation of his shirt against your face.  A faint ‘Shambles’ was heard, along with the weak magnetic sensation that you felt every time you were teleported with Law’s ability, and you were suddenly met with the comfort of your bed for what felt like the millionth time that morning.

Your towel slipped slightly, and Law quickly put it back into place before walking to the wardrobe and picking out new, clean clothes for you to wear.  He worked quickly, dressing you, wrapping your hair, wiping your face, and applying another cold compress onto the back of your neck while helping you sit upright.

The deepest part of your nasal cavity tickled uncomfortably.  You let out a gargantuan sneeze while Law’s back was turned, making him jump and turn back toward you.

A large blob of snot dangled from your nose.  You made zero attempt to do anything about it this time.  One might compare your current state to that of a sad, wet dog.

“You’re more sick now than you were this morning.”  Law used a tissue to wipe your face.  If you had any piece of mind, you would be humiliated at your juvenile state.  “I’m sorry I was away for so long.”

You were slowly coming to your senses after your hot flash in the shower, just in time for your boyfriend to ease an oral thermometer under your tongue.  He held your mouth closed with his fingers, muttering a quiet, “Hold it there,” then retreated across the bedroom to dispose of the tissue in his hands.  He squeezed a generous helping of sanitizing soap onto his hands, rubbing it as far up as his forearms.  He turned back to you right when the thermometer came back with its final reading.  Gently pulling the device from your mouth, he held it to his eyes which grimaced at the sight.

“What’s it say?” you asked, feebly.

“102.2.  You’re definitely fighting off a bacterial infection.  I’m assuming bacterial rhinosinusitis, caused by Streptococcus pneumoniae, judging by the color of your mucus.”

You hung your head.  “That’s so fucking gross, Law.”

He chuckled, placing the thermometer on a paper towel on the desk to be cleaned later.  He sat at the edge of the bed, reaching a hand over to gently rub the top of your head.  “I’m sorry, it’s the doctor in me coming out.”

You couldn’t help the smile that crawled onto your face.  “It’s okay.  I just don’t like sneezing out hurricanes worth of boogers.”

“I don’t blame you, it’s not fun.”  His hand trailed from the crest of your head down toward your cheek, gently stroking beneath your eye with his tattooed thumb.

“Is there anything at all you can do?  Uni told me you just make everyone suffer to build their immune systems.”  Your voice was groggy, but you were pretty much completely lucid once again.  Your eyes darted toward the nightstand.  Your bowl of fruit was gone, replaced with two glasses, one with water and one with apple juice.  Alongside the drinks were three bottles of medication and your book which you had neglected after falling asleep earlier.

Law hummed under his breath.  “Well, I do prefer that everyone work through illness on their own with the help of standard medication, yes.  It’s how I make sure everyones’ immune systems are working as they should.  Any more sick than an average fever, then I intervene.”

You attempted to inhale through your nose, pulling up snot deeper into your sinuses and exhaling a congested breath.  “Can you intervene with me?”  You tried your best to give your man the puppy eyes you knew he couldn’t refuse.  This time, however, he stifled a chuckle at your expression.  Puffy, scorching hot cheeks, bloodshot eyes, and a nose rubbed raw from constant sniffing.  Your lips were beginning to become chapped with all the mouth breathing you had to do.

Law turned away from you, bringing a hand to his mouth with a badly covered snort.

“Lawwww,” you whined.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry my love,” he turned back toward you, a mischievous smile on his face, though his eyebrows were angled with sympathy.  “I really do wish there was something I could do to alleviate your symptoms quicker, but I’d rather not get invasive.  Simple remedies can make you more comfortable, but the antibiotics will be doing most of the work.”

You hunched your shoulders and leaned back against your pillows, sniffling once more with a pout on your lips.  “I guess I understand…”

Law replied to your weary tone by pressing a tender kiss to the top of your head.  “Because you’re not contagious, however, I can spend the rest of the day with you… if you want.”

Your eyes, albeit puffy, lit up like fireworks at his suggestion.  “Really?  You can?  You don’t have, like, any work to do or anything?”

“Well, I do…” he muttered, scratching his cheek with one of his fingers.  “But I’ve come to learn recently that I can put off working when someone who I care about needs me.”

You could hardly respond to his fond words, instead choosing to drop your heavy, congested head onto his shoulder as he moved over the mattress and pulled you into his chest.

“Just tell me to move if you get too hot or uncomfortable,” your beloved whispered, stroking the back of your head with his inked hand.

A soft, weary hum of acknowledgement was the only sound you could muster as the feeling of his warmth circling your cold, feverish body brought you the first sense of true serenity you had experienced since first waking up.  While you couldn’t smell him due to your blocked sinuses, his lingering presence alone was enough to lull you into yet another much-needed slumber.

—

Law exceeded the definition of ‘pampering’ when it came to caring for your ill state.  When it was revealed to you that he very rarely treated the rest of the crew with the same level of domestic, loving care, you tossed your lover a pointed, disapproving gaze.  He simply did what he had to do as a doctor and a captain, but you were special to him, far more than just a regular crew mate.  (If that wasn’t obvious already, with the way his kisses always seemed to burn your skin and his hands knew every part of your body.)

But in the days following your first onset of symptoms, Law hadn’t left your side, even after the Polar Tang submerged yet again deep below the dark blue ocean, cruising to its next destination.  Law moved some of his work materials from the medical room to the floor and small desk of your bedroom, half of his brain focused on his studies while the other half kept a close watch on your slumbering form in the bed next to him.  The antibiotics were quick to shut down the illness, and although they did come with a few less-than-pleasant side effects, you were thankful for how rapidly the regimen of pills slowly loosened the mucus in your nose, the pounding in your head, and the tightness in your chest and throat.

Perhaps he might have been a bit too attentive.  Shachi and Penguin tossed lighthearted jeers in their friend’s direction as he followed you into the shower for the third day in a row, keen on making sure you didn’t faint under a stream of too-hot water again.  While you found it humorous that he wouldn’t leave your side, you were also beyond thankful to have someone so focused and dedicated to ensuring your wellbeing.  Law was truly one of a kind.

And when your first 24 hours without symptoms passed and you were deemed officially in the clear after a long week of recovery, you were rewarded with a long-overdue kiss on the lips from your doting man.

You, as well as the entire crew, were given strict instructions to incorporate Vitamin C capsules in your daily food intake to prevent more severe infections from cropping up, but with the way you were taken care of by your bespeckled boyfriend, a small part of you wouldn’t mind getting sick again.

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no space between us

⊹₊ ⋆ kang taehyun wc: 701 genre: fluff, secret relationship, jealousy a/n: thank you to the anon who requested this. i was giggling so much at the end.

you've been in a relationship with taehyun for months now. it was difficult to keep it low knowing that your friends are basically his friends too. there were some instances where they almost found out, but they guessed that you were just close friends.

all of you went out to the mall and did some shopping. taehyun obviously stuck around you while the others were trailing behind.

"hey, guys! we should get lunch." yeonjun called out to both of you, and they walked closer. "maybe we can eat chinese food," he suggested.

"but i'm craving japanese food right now~" beomgyu countered.

"oh! me too! i want katsudon!" you exclaimed as you grinned at beomgyu. "two versus one!" he said proudly.

"i'm fine with any," soobin said while the other two nodded. "sure, let's go," yeonjun said as he was defeated. you and beomgyu high-fived at each other and started to think of restaurants.

the group finally arrived and ordered food. taehyun can't help but observe how the waiter looked at you differently. maybe he was just seeing things. the food came, and everyone began to eat their food. you noticed that your drink still hadn't come, unlike the others, so you asked the waiter. taehyun saw how enthusiastic the waiter was when talking to you.

"sorry, miss. i forgot," he said, placing the glass on top of a folded napkin. "it's okay," you said, smiling lightly. taehyun, on the other hand, was questioning why your napkin was folded compared to theirs.

the napkin underneath your drink was bothering you because it wasn't balancing the glass. you took it off and unfolded it, seeing what was written. "sorry again for the drink. this was not planned, but i took it as a chance to give you my number. call me xxxxxxxxx :)"

soobin sitting beside you, was being nosy and saw what was written. "oh, a guy is hitting on y/n." he said teasingly, and immediately everyone kept bugging you except for one.

"y/n, for the love of god, get a boyfriend!" beomgyu begged. "will y/n finally break free of the friendzone curse?" kai added while wrapping his arm around beomgyu's, looking like they were praying.

"you guys really have no shame, huh?" your heart was beating fast. not that they were teasing, but you don't know how to react. you tried not to stare at taehyun, hoping not to make this situation worse if someone were to ask what as going on between you two. he was weirdly quiet in this situation.

"i'm sure taehyun would be fine knowing his friend is happy, right?" yeonjun teased, and they continued on. the atmosphere was getting tense. taehyun was still not reacting much, but seeing that he had paid for the dinner, he wanted to get out of that place.

the day went on, but taehyun was walking closer to you than ever. thank god, they still don't question it. kai then saw a photo booth and wanted to take pictures with everyone. all of you were squeezed together in the booth.

they were bickering and complaining with each other, trying to find comfortable positions before taking a photo. since they were too busy, you and taehyun were in a different world.

"tyun, are you okay with that whole thing at the restaurant? i'm sorry that i didn't do-" he cut you off. "it's fine. i decided we should tell the others," he whispered.

"okay, i'll press the button. are you ready?" soobin said, and the timer was starting.

3 2 1... you and taehyun put cat ears on each other.

"another one!" yeonjun shouted.

3 2 1... you pinched taehyun's cheek while he was cupping yours.

"wait! i'll do this pose. beomgyu, do it with me." kai was posing, and beomgyu copied him.

3 2 1... taehyun put a half heart and you jokingly put a thumbs up next to his.

"let's do this together. come on!" yeonjun gave an example, and everyone followed.

3 2 1... taehyun kissed your cheek.

the other four immediately looked at the preview. you looked at taehyun wide-eyed while you heard screaming at the back. he pulled you in closer and kissed you properly on the lips.

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could you write a fic ab ferran being super jealous, you guys aren’t together only friends but you seem to be getting super close to one of the other barca boys and he doesn’t like that. so when you’re at a party one time he gets a bit drunk and pulls you away from everyone to confess his feelings for you

jealousy, jealousy - ferran torres

summary: ferran caught feelings for his childhood friend and gets jealous once he hears you might be seeing someone.

genre: fluff

a/n: thank you for the request anon💕

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„dude you can’t just stare at her and do nothing about it.“ Gavi nudged Ferran‘s shoulder as they were walking onto the pitch before the game against Villareal. You sat at your usual spot, the one Ferran got for you, waving at the two boys with a smile once you saw them already looking at you.

Ferran had been a close friend of yours ever since your brother met him with fourteen during a tryout at the Valencian football academy. Sadly your brother didn’t make it into the team but Ferran never stopped coming over, even though his schedule was extremely busy.

You always had a different relationship with him than your brother, one that was much calmer and more gentle. Throughout the years, friends teased you two of becoming a couple eventually and you almost believed it, until Ferran moved to Manchester to pursue his dream. You couldn’t be more proud of him and even flew over to watch his games, but it just wasn’t the same anymore. So when you heard he‘d transfer to Barcelona, the city you moved to years ago, you were so happy to finally be spending more time with him. Then, you were told he had a girlfriend.

Sira, a gorgeous girl and Luis Enrique’s daughter. Your heart sunk once he‘d told you, not because of jealousy, but because you always thought he had feelings for you too. Seemed like you misinterpreted his words and actions when you were a teenager.

For a bit more than a year you gave him and Sira more space, not wanting her to think you were jealous and tried to distract yourself with other guys. You dated one here and there, but your mind never could stop thinking about the boy you knew since you were fourteen.

„I can’t. I think she’s seeing Moha from the Barça B team.“ Ferran explained to Gavi, his hand covering his mouth to avoid lip reading.

„I don’t know him too well but I‘ve never seen him with Y/n. Balde‘s throwing a party next weekend, then you‘ll see if you fucked up or not.“ Gavi snorted but gave his friend an encouraging tap onto his back.

Even though Ferran had been happy while he was together with Sira, his feelings for you came back once she had broken up with him over a year ago. He always had been attracted towards you, having a crush as a teenager which turned into real feelings over the years you were his friend. Sira made him forget those feelings when they were together, but once the relationship started to crumble, he knew you were made to be his. The thought of you seeing Moha made his gut wrench. Sure he was a great guy, but he couldn’t let you go for a second time.

Barça won the game 3:1 with Ferran even scoring a goal. He made his signature celebration, then pointed towards the stands where you sat at. After realizing the goal was dedicated towards you, a shy smile spread across your face.

„Great game Fer!“ You complemented him once you sat in his car and drove you home.

„Thank you, hermosa. Are you busy next Saturday? Balde‘s throwing a birthday party. He told me to bring a plus one.“ Ferran grinned, still on a high from the victory and having you in his passenger seat.

„Sure I‘d love to!“ You agreed with a smile.

Saturday rolled around quickly and throughout the day your thoughts wandered back to what Ferran would like you to wear. Eventually you decided on something comfortable and were just done with getting ready as you heard a car honk outside.

„You look pretty.“ He said as you sat down and gave him a kiss on his cheek.

———

Throughout the party you felt Ferran‘s eyes on you, leaving you all flustered when he made eye contact from across the room.

Your heart beat faster when you saw him smile or when you felt him put his arm around your shoulder. Ferran wasn’t much different. He wanted to impress you, to leave you wanting him as much as he wanted you. There was for sure jealousy behind it, silently wanting to show off how good you two got along.

All went great until Moha showed up. He immediately spotted you and you two immersed into light conversation, laughing together as he whispered something into your ear. Ferran didn’t think it was funny. After he saw you two so close, laughing, you touching his shoulder, he felt the jealousy build up in his system. Maybe it was also the alcohol he drank, but something about seeing you with Moha just wasn’t right. Especially not how the two of you seemed to be so close.

Gavi came up behind Ferran, immediately knowing what his friend was thinking.

„I swear Ferran if you don’t do something tonight and tell her, she‘ll leave with him.“ He threatened but Ferran knew he was right. He put his cup down after Gavi‘s words and walked up to you, interrupting the conversation you held with the Barça B player.

„Can I talk to you? It’s urgent.“ You sensed something was up. Usually he was talkative and smiled but now he looked distressed and upset, his gaze flickering between you and Moha. Moha awkwardly smiled after greeting Ferran and stepped a bit away to give you more space.

You nodded and gave your friend an appreciative smile, when Ferran took your hand and led you outside. Even though the atmosphere between you two was tense and irritating, your cheeks heated up once his hand grabbed yours.

He sat down on a bench, secluded from the other guests and motioned for you to sit down next to him.

„I can’t pretend anymore Y/n.“ Ferran said, his voice shaking once he turned his head to face you. You became nervous even though you didn’t know what he was saying.

„Pretend what?“ You softly spoke, trying to ease the unsettling tension around you two. Your hand wandered to the back of his neck like it often did before, and played with the short ends of his hair.

„pretend that I don’t love you.“ His word made you stop, his eyes never leaving yours once he said the words.

„I‘ve caught feelings for you when we were fifteen, going on vacation together with our families, sneaking out to the pool, telling each other the most embarrassing stories. I never had the courage to tell you because I was so scared. I was scared you‘d reject me and once I moved to England, I tried to forget you. When Sira broke up with me last year, I realized all I wanted is you. For you to be my girlfriend, not my best friend. It always had been you. Please tell me there’s nothing going on with Moha, and if yes, then I‘ll let you alone, but please think about this. About us.“ Ferran took your hands in his, silently hoping you’d say something, anything. The shocked expression on your face scared him even more, already wanting to apologize for his rambling, thinking he had officially messed things up. But you on the other hand could feel your heart beat out of your chest. The teenage love just confessed his feelings for you, but mixed Moha up for one of your potential lovers.

You couldn’t put your feelings into words, so you just grabbed Ferran by the back of his neck and crushed your lips lovingly against his. He was surprised at first, then immediately kissed you back, holding you by your waist and pulling you towards him. Forehead against forehead, you smiled sweetly at each other, both cheeks flushed from the kiss you just shared.

„I love you Ferran. And I don’t want to let you go too, I want to be with you.“ You whispered, feeling the butterflies in your stomach.

„So there’s nothing going on with Moha?“ He asked rather surprised. You did understand why he would think that, but you guessed it was time to tell him.

„I‘ve spend so much time with him lately because I babysit his little sister. His parents are out of town for a while and he knew I babysit besides university.“ You grinned, gladly clearing up the misunderstanding.

„He came to me tonight to tell me his sister had a crush on my brother. That’s why we laughed so much.“

Ferran‘s eyes went wide once he realized everything was a big misunderstanding, but was even more glad that you always waited for him too.

„Oh.“ Was the only answer he could muster to which you only shook your head.

„Stick to football, you’re still not the smartest.“ You joked but Ferran acted offended.

„Hey!“ He laughed, but was quick enough to lean back in again to kiss you passionately.

„But I was smart enough to make you mine, hermosa.“

[luvfy0dor]

Keep It Simple, Stupid!!

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ LuvFy0dors 600 Followers Event ੈ✩‧₊˚

requests accepted from; May 2nd - June 30th or prompts max out

First of all, i wanna say im so insanely thankful for 600 followers!!! It means the world to me that my writing is so well received. I've seen a bunch of people do events for follower milestones, and when I hit 500 I figured I'd use the time between 500 and 600 to finish the requests that I've been slacking on. I'd also like to apologize for that. But back to the actual event- I've seen people post prompt lists and let people pick characters to go with said prompts, so I want mine to be based on kisses!! Kisses are so sweet and intimate to me, so I've thought up a bunch of action and dialogue prompts for you guys to choose from! Next to each prompt is a number in brackets, that's the max amount of characters I can do for each one . (If someone has done this, please let me know!! I don't want anyone to think I'm copying them.)

Some rules and guidelines before we start;

♡ Up to two characters per request!

♡ I don't think it'd be a problem, but you're allowed to send up to three requests for this event - I'll put it in good faith and won't take off anon, so please try to keep it there!! I don't think it'll be an issue though.

♡ please forgive me if it takes me a while, mid-may things should be easier to write since I won't be prepping for an AP exam any longer, but if I take a hot second, that's why ^^

♡ Anyone can request!! Follower or not.

Acceptable Characters (In order of my confidence in writing for them); Fyodor Dostoevsky, Nikolai Gogol, Chuuya Nakahara, Dazai Osamu, Sigma, Atsushi Nakajima, Akutagawa Ryuunosuke, Doppo Kunikida, Ranpo Edogawa, Tachihara

Request Details; You can mix prompts, up to two per request, but an extra prompt takes the place of the second character you're allowed per req!! If you'd like me to include certain details in the drabble, you're more than welcome to add those to your req! Depending on the prompt it might be a scenario or a drabble.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Promts

Non-Dialogue;

good morning kisses [1]

good night kisses [1]

goodbye kisses [2]

rain kisses [1]

cheek kisses [1]

spiderman kisses [full]

pinky promise kisses [2]

thigh kisses [1]

prolonged Kisses [full]

new years eve kisses [2]

wedding kisses [1]

breathless kisses [2]

soft and sweet kisses [3]

blown kisses [3]

hand kisses [2]

neck kisses [1]

peppered kisses [2]

im sorry kisses [Full]

last kisses [4]

first kisses [3]

eager kisses [5]

Otherwise;

“seal it with a kiss” - love letters from him [5]

Thank you so much again!! ฅ⁠^⁠•⁠ﻌ⁠•⁠^⁠ฅ

[dark-nymph3t]

Okay so, I have been on the verge of tears all day about this. I cannot thank all of you enough.

This blog is nearly one year old and I never thought I would see the day I would hit 10k. I honestly never thought I would hit 100 but I have been proved wrong again and again and I couldn’t be more grateful about it. I am so thankful for each and every single one of you, you are all such incredible people and I am indebted to the kindness that you have all shown me and this blog for nearly a year.

I have made so many friends on this journey and I love every single one of you, there is nothing I can do that can express how much I love you guys and how thankful I am to have you in my life. You are all such a blessing and you deserve every single good thing that happens to you.

In celebration, I will be posting later about what you can request from me! I will be enabling anon again so anyone who wants to ask can ask! This is I’ll also being going across both of my blogs, this one and @danipedrosas-boatest, so everyone across both and take part.

Again, thank you, thank all of you so much. I do not deserve this, you are all such incredible amazing people who are deserving of every single kindness on this Earth <3

[allisluv]

hi love! if it's okay, do you mind me asking for any derek morgan x reader headcanons? only if you feel comfortable with it my love <3

if you do choose to do it, would it be okay if it were with a bau!reader? this is so me projecting but i have a hard time with showing affection to romantic partners but im totally okay with friends, but if i really do like and trust the person, i'll write a song for them with my guitar... so is it okay if it were something along the lines of that?

hi anon thank you so much for your request! there’s a serious lack of derek morgan content on this app and it breaks my heart i love him </3 i done some general headcanons and then some specific ones for you too :)))

derek’s main love languages is physical touch and words of affirmation!

although he comes off as cocky, i do think he has a much softer side to him too. he’s super gentle with you, all pretty gifts and giggles <3

he is super extroverted so i think he does prefer to go out for dates. he’ll take you for a meal or out for a cute night at the cinemas!

im also a firm believer that he owns a motorbike. if you’re anxious, hes reassuring you that he wont let anything bad happen to you — i also think he looks so cute in a leather jacket.

we know hes flirty and i just know it carries on well into your relationship too. he’ll call you gorgeous or pretty out of nowhere and it makes you so flustered

if you wrote him a song, derek is literally tearing up (but he’d rather die than admit it to anyone). he’s peppering your face with kisses until you’re both a giggling mess.

bonus point if you carve his initials into your guitar!

at work he knows to keep pda on the down low but he can’t help himself from occasionally pecking ur cheek or placing a reassuring hand on your back if there’s a particularly bad case.

[ievieofspring]

Hi! Can I request zane dating headcannons?

✎♡*ೃ 𝐙𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

genre(s): fluff

pairing: zane x reader

trigger warnings: profanity (just one curse word), mentions of panicking

a/n: thanks for the req, anon! i didn’t have many ideas sadly, but i still hope you enjoy! <33

☆ this man is so gentle and sweet, it’ll melt your heart :’((

☆ zane cherishes you sm and is willing to go out of his way for you

☆ he will absolutely treat you like royalty

☆ he’s so patient and understanding, and would never push you into telling him personal things unless you were comfortable

☆ always would calm you down whenever you get mad or panic and will try to talk to you in the sweetest and calmest tone

☆ “it’ll be alright, snowflake, breathe for me. you can figure it out, i know you can.”

☆ would always write you notes or send you texts in the morning and at night, he’s so thoughtful and always reminds you to take good care of yourself (fr sobbing rn)

☆ you taught him emoticons like “:]”, “:)” “^^”, and etc, and he always uses “<3” at the end of every text he sends you to remind you how much he loves you

☆ he can get a bit cold (and i mean literally) being a nindroid and master of ice so you’d always have a blanket over you two while cuddling (unless you prefer the cold)

☆ tries to attempt a “wink and walk away” (per kai’s advice) but it just ends with him blinking awkwardly at you, leaving kai who laughs his ass off in the back

☆ he’s the one who confessed, but we all know the ninja have terrible advice, so let’s just say he was pretty embarrassed and had a meltdown

☆ always kisses the back of your hand or your knuckles

☆ stores a whole memory bank of just the two of you <3

☆ he’d always help you out; love language would be quality time, acts of service, and/or compliments and praises

☆ is always there to take care of you while you’re sick, makes warm soup and everything

☆ you two absolutely adore playing in the snow together and he’d always try to make sure you’re bundled up so you’re not cold

☆ he will literally do anything for you so you should too <33

[rainba]

Thank you for always doing my requests! It means a lot to me!

I had more ideas that you can answer on your free time when not answering any other questions.

1. I’m imagining the reader as some type of god/goddess, so how would they react? (I bet that Kairos would be their most loyal worshipper 🛐)

2. Reader being a criminal (Serial killer, robbed a bank, etc)

And finally 3. If the reader has depression or is suicidal (I asked this because I suffer from some bad depression and suicidal thoughts as well 😢😭)

Sorry for always asking stupid requests but I hope you enjoy writing about them!

-🇰🇷 anon

It’s no problem! Thank you for sending them 🇰🇷 anon!~ (*ﾉωﾉ) All of these prompts/questions are very interesting...

I hope I answered them properly!!! >_<

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(Also, on a more serious note, I'm glad that you're alive and still here, anon! I might not know you personally, but I sincerely hope that things get better for you soon! Life will always get better in the end; you have to believe that it will. Always keep moving forward. I wish nothing but the best for you.) ღ

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GN reader!

TWs: depression, suicidal ideations, toxic behaviors, dark content all around, yanderes

Darling as some type of god/goddess.

You’re absolutely right about Kairos being the most loyal worshipper. He would take his role as a follower very, very seriously. Praying to you both day and night, offering his mind and body to you, giving you sacrifices, researching and studying every single detail about you, and so much more. It's his life's purpose to worship you!

If you were a god/goddess, Kairos wouldn’t hesitate to tattoo your religious symbol(s) onto his body. He would make it known to everyone that he is your most devoted worshipper, and that nobody else is as loyal as he is! (シ_ _)シ

As for Luka, he would be absolutely thrilled about his darling being some type of god/goddess. He, too, would be an extremely loyal worshipper– and he’d be far from an innocent one. To him, everyone who doesn’t worship you is less than human, and he treats all non-believers as such. Day in and day out, he would work to make sure that people put respect on your name. Much like Kairos, he would also get multiple tattoos that symbolizes your divinity– and he’d proudly show it off. ( ´ ꒳ ` )

Oh, also, he’d be dead set on catching your attention, if it's possible. While he wants everyone to worship you, he wants you to recognize only him and his devotion. The harder he works and the more he sacrifices, the more he expects you to reward him. So… Be a good god/goddess, and give him just a small taste of what he wants. ~ (=`ω´=)

2. Darling being a criminal.

One thing is for certain with this one: they would both be enablers. o(>< )o

Kairos won’t tell a single soul about what you’ve done…! All of your secrets are safe with him– nobody could waterboard the information out of him, even if they tried. While your behavior may not be the best, Kairos knows that his behaviors aren’t that much better. ^^;

Also…

His darling being a criminal would kind of turn him on...! You’re so dangerous, so wild, not even the law can stop you from doing what you want! It sends intense shivers down his spine.

With Luka, he just really has the tendency to want to blackmail you in a lot of situations… So, with you being a criminal, he would use your crimes as blackmail.~ (￣ ￣|||)

You don’t want the police to find out about what you’ve done, do you? Luka has all the evidence right in the palm of his hands. If he wanted to, he could waltz on down to the police station and have you imprisoned. So… You best do what he asks you to do~ 

...But, of course, he wouldn’t actually snitch. Not in a million years. He just likes to see you squirming under the shadow of his threats. If you call him out on his bluff, he will stop using your crimes as blackmail. ^^;;;;;;;

Also, if you need a partner in crime, he’d be willing to join you. Ღ

You need someone to wait outside of the store while you go inside and rob it? He'll wait outside for you on his motorcycle. Just hop on the back when you're done robbing the place, and the two of you will always manage to escape. ♡ ～('▽^人)

3. Darling who has depression/suicidal ideations.

Hearing that you have depression would, honestly, make Kairos equally depressed. He understands your feelings– and all he wants to do is stay by your side and help you through your dark times. If you want to lay in bed all day? That’s okay… He can lay in bed and cuddle with you, if you want him to. He’ll also always offer to let you sleep in his bed– he wants to make sure that you’re never alone. He wants to be there to comfort you when you cry.

Kairos wouldn’t really know what to do about your suicidal thoughts, though. All he would say is that you don’t have to be afraid to tell him– he’ll never judge you for anything. Before he met you, Kairos was also extremely suicidal, unsure of what he wants to do in life, unsure if his pathetic life is even worth living.

However, you simply existing gave him a reason to live– you breathed life into his soul, you showed him that he’s capable of love and that he needs to keep going…! If he can help you find a reason to live, too, then that’s exactly what he’ll do. He’ll stop at nothing.

Luka’s approach to a darling with depression is… A little rockier. He understands that you have no motivation– he understands that it’s incredibly hard to wake up in the mornings and hard to go to bed at night. Life itself feels so grey and dull, hardly anything makes you happy anymore…

Luka knows this, so he becomes determined to help add some color back into your bleak world. Luka will always be sure to make you the best of breakfasts every morning; breakfasts packed full of good nutrition. He'll walk up to you and give you a fresh plate of food, then he’d sit beside you and touch up your hair while you eat.

After that, he’d basically make you go on a walk with him– because fresh air is said to be really good at helping with depression! He read that somewhere online. If you really don’t feel like walking, though, he’d ask you to at least sit outside on his front porch with him, just to get some fresh air.

However... There may be times where he gets somewhat frustrated. If you refuse his food, refuse to go outside, refuse to do anything at all, he’ll become very upset. At first, he’d be upset at you– his ears falling flat as he grits his teeth, storming away and leaving you all alone in an empty bedroom while he goes to clear his thoughts. After a while, though, he’d realize that he shouldn’t be mad at you. He should be mad at the depression itself…

None of this is your fault.

When some time has passed, he’ll come back to where you are, and he’ll apologize. Luka will then slide behind you and try to cuddle up with you, not saying a single thing. Sometimes a comforting silence is worth more than words, anyways.

But for the suicidal thoughts, Luka really wouldn’t be able to understand. He doesn’t know what it’s like to feel that way– he’s never felt suicidal himself, and he’s never met somebody who's felt such things before. He does even more research online, tries to find ways to help you cope, and reassures you that he’ll listen to you at the very least.

Luka would end up monitoring your every move, truly making sure you don’t attempt anything. Luka, ultimately, just wants what’s best for you, and he yearns to keep you around for the rest of his life. Luka will set aside his ego and all of his little games in order to see you happy and healthy.

[hazbinsimp777]

hello it me again lolol

I'd like to request a Vox x screen faced reader where reader who's like super affectionate? Preferably very wholesome and fluffy. Like maybe while Vox is hosting his late night show, behind the camera's is readers face screen showing a heart emoticon, little sprite versions of them kissing, "I love you" scrolling across the screen, ect.,

You ever seen Rina Tenoji's electric mask? I'm basically picturing something like that for reader. So sorry if the request is too specific!!

-🫖💖

A/N: Hiii again anon 🫖💖! Thank you for the Vox request! I love this so much! I had to Google the mask and I love the idea! <3

May I present....

~Screen to Be~

Sorry if the title is bad-

A vox x reader short

✅️ Fluff ✅️ Flustered Vox ✅️OOC Vox

It was no secret in Hell that you and Vox were an item, an exclusive one at that. Sure, other sinners have had theories that your relationship with the TV might be based solely on sex, but that couldn't be further from the truth. Well, based on what Velvette and Valentino had seen around the tower that is.

For one, you did not talk, you only have a electronic mask, that has what you say and helps you express your emotions. Vox always feels like he can talk to you about anything, from Alastor to annoying things that happen at work. You are always there and messaging his shoulders as he forgets what he was angry about in the first place. Always his number one supporter and fan.

But, however, the number one thing Vox LIVES for is your affection. You crave and give attention just as much as he does! Even more at times. You are always letting him kiss you, cuddles, holding hands, hand on your thigh, holding his shoulder and sitting on his lap anywhere. You are his IDEAL girlfriend. Where you are he will always be found not too far away from you.

This man is so in love with you its actually insane.

But today, Vox had to stay up for his late night show. He was working on the script for two days now and he was quite proud of his work. Vox, wanting to show you how great he is, with a puff of his chest, asked you to attend backstage. Of course you had accepted with a thumbs up emoji with a smiley face. Which read, "Ofc Babe :p"

He wanted to stuff you in his pocket right then and there.

That night, you both had arrived to the studio, where he was getting ready in his changing room. Were you had knocked, in which he said a quick, "come in." while fixing his tie.

You opened the door, peaking your head in, "I brought you some chips and water Babe :3" It read, scrolling across the screen.

Vox laughed, "Come in Babe, I want to see you." He said, his arms open for you.

Your mask said, "Okee ':D" Entering and closing the door behind you, handing him the chips and water.

Vox embraced you in a hug, your head in his chest, taking in the warmth and presence, "You know I love you right?" He whispered, tilting your chin up and looking at him.

"Why wouldn't you >:)" was on your mask. Vox only chuckled, giving you a kiss on the cheek, in which your mask made a flustered face.

Smiling, Vox reached for the water, taking a few sips before taking it, "I will be taking this, thanks Babe." He kissed your forehead before slamming the door shut. You noticed he did not take the chips, rolling your masked eyes, you take them, exiting the room.

"Airing in three, two and one." One of the producers said, holding some papers.

On cue, Vox had put his award winning smile, adjusting the papers in front of him. "Hi am Vox if any of you fuckers haven't heard of me and this is Voxtonight. Where we caught up on..."

You had arrived on the official set, behind the various cameras and production crew. Everyone moving out of their way to make a pathway to the front on the crew for you. Perk of being Vox's girlfriend, you re spoiled and privileged as fuck.

Anyway-

You saw Vox, talking about, well whatever, being his usual charming self. Its no wonder why he is the biggest TV star in the pride ring. Even using his hands to make himself more expressive and entertaining.

You walked near behind the camera, the cameraman was confused but let you do as you pleased anyways. Next thing you know, your boyfriend was making eye-contact with you. So, as an act of assurance, you both know he needs it, you had tons of heart emojis with an icon with you and Vox. Which said, "I love you <3"

"....Thats when I-I-I-I-I-" His screen started glitching, turning blue, sparks of electricity came flying, and his eye twitching. His production crew was panicking, not know what to do but shut down the whole show for that night.

Going to his aid, you rush to his side. "Babe? Are you okay ':( ?!" was written all over your screen.

But no response, only pictures of you all over his screen with heart pixels scattered.

"Code Y/N"

"Pretty Girl Alert"

"Love overdose"

"Cuteness overload"

"Lovesick Vox exe going offline."

You rolled your eyes, carrying him to your shared room. In the mist of all the chaos, you managed to ignore all of it. Ignoring all of the people who tried to ask you questions and are confused.

For the sake of everyone, you never went to any more of Vox's shows. Only visiting him in the dressing room. If you ever ask him about it, he will immediately deny any of it.

A/N: I hope this was up to your standards! Sorry it was short- I love you all and requests are closed! Writers block TvT

Drink water and Stay Healthy Lovlies! <3

[naivegh0ul]

OKAY BUT how about Older¡Ghost extremely jealous when his neighbor (reader) brings someone to her house to fuck with her? He would be extremely mad about it, but couldn't help but hear her moans and whimpers, wishing it was him instead making her feel good. (And to be honest, she may only did that to caught Ghost's attention )

YESSS god I love the idea of jealous Older!Ghost (it took me way too answer this i am so so so sorry anon!!!)

(warnings: smut, fem reader, older!ghost, jealousy, blowjobs, face fucking)

(word count: 1908)

It's 3am and Ghost hasn't gotten an ounce of sleep. How could he, when he can hear you moaning so sweetly through the walls. This has been a nightly occurrence. Ghost would go to bed, lay there for a while as he scrolled through pictures of you on his phone, and then the moaning would start.

The first time it happened, Ghost brushed it off, he's heard you pleasuring yourself through the walls before. Hell, he's even watched you. But this time you sounded different. Not so breathy, more high-pitched. Exaggerated.

The second time, he heard the creaking noise. Your bed must be rocking back and forth. Again, not the first time Ghost has heard that, but it is the first time he's heard grunts to go along with it.

Now, at three o'clock in the morning, Ghost has finally had enough. He climbs out of bed, feeling angry and annoyed. Angry that his sleep is being disrupted, and annoyed that he's hard from your moans.

He storms out of bed and out of his house, making his way towards your home in only a pair of grey sweatpants and socks, the imprint of his hard cock visible at the front of his sweats.

There's no response when Ghost knocks the first time, so he goes to knock again but your front door swings open before he can. "Mr. Riley!" You exclaim, slightly out of breath. "W-what's the matter?"

Ghost looks you up and down not so discreetly, noting the fact that one of your pant legs is riding up a little, and your shirt is up slightly, revealing the hickies and bite marks littering your stomach.

A twinge of jealousy filled Ghost at the sight. He has no right to be jealous, he knows that, but he is. You are his. Not officially, but you belong to Ghost. He knows what you like, how to crook his fingers to make you cry out his name, what filthy things to say to make you an embarrassed, whining mess.

That man in your bed probably has no idea what to do, he most likely just whipped his dick out and tried to put it in you, not even bothering to make you cum on his fingers first. He's probably your age, too. Young, immature, thinks with his dick.

Ghost can feel himself getting riled up the more he thinks about that stupid guy in your house. Ghost's is gonna give him what he deserves, the second he leaves your house Ghost is gonna wrap his hands around his throat and watch the life bleed from him-

"Simon?" Your sweet voice coos, pulling Ghost out of his spiraling thoughts. "Have a nice night." Ghost grunts out, turning away and walking straight back to his house.

Going to your house was a bad idea. You're a grown woman, for God's sake. He should leave you alone and stop being such an obsessive old man.

The sound of your sock-covered feet hitting the pavement has Ghost turning around before he enters his house. "Simon!" You say, looking up at him as you come to a stop on his front doorstep. "What's wrong? Is everything okay?" There's clear concern in your eyes, making Ghost's heart melt.

"'M fine, love. Don't worry 'bout me." Ghost sighs, reaching forward to ruffle your hair. "Go back inside, 'm sure your guest is waitin' for you."

Ghost tries to turn around again but your hands reach out and grab the waistband of his joggers. "He..." You mumble, looking down at your feet. "He doesn't make me feel as good as you do." You admit as you glance up at Ghost with pleading, desperate eyes.

"Love..." Ghost sighs again "'M too old for you, alright? Go back inside, pretty girl." He leans forward and kisses your forehead softly and strokes your hair before pulling back.

Suddenly, you're on your knees in front of him, hands tugging at his waistband. "Please, Simon?" You coo, palming him through his joggers. Ghost swears under his breath, cock twitching and his hands curling into fists as he fights off the urge to give in.

No, he gave in once. He got his fill, he shouldn't be greedy. But you look so pretty in front of him, kneeling on the hard concrete, your face so close to his throbbing cock.

"You really want this, don't you?" Ghost says as he rubs the bridge of his nose. "Come on, get up. Don't want you kneeling on the concrete." Ghost reaches down and pulls you up, guiding you into his house.

Once the door is shut, you sink to your knees again, eager to please Ghost. "Fuck, you're eager." Ghost breathes as he undoes the ties on his sweatpants, pushing the garment down past his hips, exposing his cock to you.

He watches as your throat bobs and you swallow, your hands sliding up and down his thighs impatiently. Ghost wraps a hand around himself and strokes himself a few times, watching as you shuffle forward and open your mouth.

"Just this once." Ghost thinks to himself as he grabs the back of your head and slowly pushes his cock inside your waiting mouth, groaning loudly as the feeling of your warm, wet mouth engulfs him.

His hand guides you up and down the length of his cock, his fingers tangled in your hair and tugging ever so slightly. He has to fight the urge to buck forward, to fuck into your mouth as you drool all over him.

When he feels your hand on his balls suddenly, he jolts, a moan being shocked out of him as you gently roll them in your hand. "Attagirl," Ghost praises softly, barely audible over the sound of your slurping and gagging as you try to pleasure him at your pace, not his.

Ghost lets you do what you want, letting go of your hair and watching as you scoot forward and take more of Ghost into your mouth. It's a delicious sight, seeing your mouth stretching around him as your fingers wrap around the base of Ghost's cock.

You move further down Ghost's shaft each time, taking more and more of him. Your lips bump into your fingers as you take away one each time, building yourself up until finally you've got Ghost's cock buried deep in your throat, your neck bulging ever so slightly.

"Fuuuck," Ghost groans as he throws his head back, bumping it into the wall. His hips jerk, forcing himself further down your throat and making his heavy balls slap against your face. When you swallow around him, it takes everything in him not to cum right then and there. He has to pull you back so he can control himself.

You're pulled off with a wet cough, one hand holding your throat while the other wipes the spit from your mouth. "Why'd you stop?" You rasp as you look up at Ghost, licking your lips.

"Got close." You tilt your head at his explanation. "Why didn't you just cum then?" Your hand finds its way back to Ghost's cock, your thumb and forefinger gently pulling back Ghost's foreskin as you wait for a response.

"Didn't know if... mhm, if you wanted me to." He pauses mid-sentence as you wrap your lips around his tip, lapping the milky white precum beading from his slit. Your tongue digs under his foreskin, licking him teasingly.

You're so good at this, making Ghost feel like he has no control and you're in charge when you're only giving him a blowjob. You're not even doing anything special, not ordering him around or trying to be dominant, you're just gently suckling on his cock and now you've got him wrapped around your finger.

And it's not fair. Ghost wants to fuck a pretty girl like you with no repercussions, but he knows that's not possible, the moment they're having explains that all away. You can't get pleasure from anyone other than Ghost, and he can't stop himself from pleasuring you.

He's trying so hard to focus and what you're doing, but the way your hand strokes him and your tongue laps at him has him feeling floaty and drunk so he doesn't notice when he starts thrusting his hips forward slowly, fucking into the wet heat of your mouth.

Your hands hold onto his hairy thighs as he gently fucks your mouth, your nails scratching lightly as you let him do what he wants. He sounds so gorgeous, breathy moans and groans escaping his throat as he rocks his hips.

You watch him, big eyes looking up at Ghost curiously as you swallow. He looks so good from where you're kneeling, mindless yet focused as he moves you up and down on his cock like you're a toy, just a thing for his pleasure.

And you let him. You let him drag you along his cock or hold you still so he can fuck into your mouth; you let him lose himself as he stares into your teary, lustful eyes.

"So pretty down there." Ghost mumbles, slurring his words as if he's drunk on the feeling of you. "Perfect little mouth, so warm..." His hand moves from the back of your head to the side, Ghost's other hand joining in as he holds you still and slowly thrusts into your mouth, letting out breathy little grunts each time.

He's close, you can tell from the way his breathing speeds up and hips move faster, eagerly bucking into your mouth. Ghost gets rough when he's close, you know that, so you're prepared when he adjusts his stance and grips your head tighter, pulling you down so your nose is buried in the thick hair at the base of his cock.

"Fuuuck," Ghost groans as he feels your throat contract, watches as your eyes water and your hands grip his thigh. "Good fucking girl, takin' me so well." His thumb swipes below your eye, wiping away your tears as his hips snap against your face, balls slapping your chin.

"'M close," He pants, feeling his cock twitch in your mouth. "You gonna swallow it like a good girl?" At his words, you moaned, eyebrows pinching as you scooted forward on the floor and licked at the sensitive vein on the underside of Ghost's cock.

“Yeah, ‘s what I thought.” His hands tighten their hold on your head, pulling you closer to him. You’re a gagging, drooling mess, hands planted in your lap as you hear Ghost let out a loud, long moan, his hips stilling as he forces his cock further into your mouth, spilling his seed down your throat.

When Ghost finally lets you off – after holding you there for an unreasonable amount of time – you splutter and cough, one hand gingerly holding your throat while the other wipes your mouth.

You stand up after a moment, knees clicking and cracking from being so stiff and you look at Ghost with a tiny smile on your face and a happy expression. Boldly, you lean closer, standing on your tiptoes as you go in for a kiss.

But Ghost stops you with a hand on your shoulder, shutting you down. “We shouldn’t.” He shakes his head as he speaks. He can see the look of hurt and confusion in your eyes as you step back, visibly embarrassed.

“Um, I’ll go now.” You say softly, avoiding eye contact. “Bye, Mr. Riley.”

[daily-basil]

first of all, your art is so pretty! your blog makes me want to draw basil again hehe :3

and for a request: basil with a butterfly landed on his nose because he i s the flower

Butterfly!!

[tonberry-yoda]

Hi! Can I request a Kite x reader please?☺️ Probs something abt the reader being Ging's lil sister! And the rest is up to you:) Thanks!

OMG THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING A KITE WRITING 😭😭😭😭 I havent wrote for him in so long and OMG this is my first time writing for Hunter x Hunter on here! Thank you so much anon, you made me hit milestones today. Thank you for the request and I hope you enjoy!

GIngs Little Sister - Kite x reader

Pairing - Kite x reader

Warnings - ging none!

Word Count - 787

Notes - thank you again I am so happy you requested for kite and i honestly had so much fun writing this!!! i literally cannot express how thankful i am that you wrote this lmaoooo. thank you again and seriously, have an amazing day anon!!!

You and Kite were complete opposites. Opposites, but madly in love with each other. He loved being outdoors and camping for days on end and you loved your suburban home right outside the city. He enjoyed listening to the quiet of nature while he had a picnic while you enjoyed the sound of the bustling city while you ate out. He adored Ging… and you hated him.

Your stupid older brother, Ging Freecss.

In some way, you have to thank the stupid hardheaded dumbass for introducing you to Kite, but god, you hated him nonetheless.

Kite thought it was awesome that the two of you were related, especially when he met you.

When you first met Kite, Ging was staying at your place before he had to head out. Ging decided to bring Kite over for some dinner and both were introduced to you rambling about how Ging was an adult man baby as you cleaned up a mess he made in the living room.

You looked up and saw the most beautiful man in the world. You two locked eyes, his long white hair still swaying behind him as he stopped walking. You fell in love immediately.

But Ging’s ugly ass had to get right in front of him, ruining your moment. “Hey sis! Mind if I invite a friend to stay over?” The moment you heard that he and Ging were friends, you kind of repelled. Any friend of Ging’s was never a friend of yours. That was kind of an unspoken rule between the two of you. And vice versa.

You walked up to Ging and the mystery man, tilting your head, thinking.

“Come on sis, please!”

You shot Ging a dirty look and turned back to Kite. You knew you were blushing, but you really didn't care. “Fine. He can stay,” you shoved Ging’s dirty laundry into his arms. “But make one mess and I'm kicking both of you out.”

Ging thanked you and ran to the guest room where he was staying. Kite, on the other hand, followed you to the kitchen, looking around the house.

“You have a lovely home.” You weren't expecting his voice to be so deep.

You giggled and rubbed the back of your neck. “Oh, thanks! It's nothing really. I mean, it's pretty small, but I do love it. It's home.”

“Must be cool to have a pro hunter like Ging as an older brother.”

You laughed out loud, pouring yourself and Kite a glass of water. “That boorish asshole doesn't care about anyone but himself. He even ditched his own kid and won't even let me meet him. So, cool? No. Not one bit.”

Kite just laughed and thanked you for the water, looking out of your kitchen window at the view of the city, the mountains peeking out in the background. “I'm Kite, by the way.” His eyes were still glued to the view, his cup pressed to his chin.

“y/n.” You couldn't help that you had such a beautiful man over at your house.

You worked at the Hunter’s Association, so you never focused too much on relationships, only work. But now that this man was in your house, it made you want to fall in love. It made you want to stare at clouds all day and go on a cheesy picnic.

But relationships weren't for you anyway, at least that was what you thought.

But sweet Jesus. When he kissed you after a week of staying over at your place, you couldn't help but feel that way. His lips were so soft and his touch gentle. Ging’s stupid friend was making you fall in love.

And it didn't help that Ging just burst in the room too, asking if you had a charger for his phone. He didn't even do a double take, he just crawled over the two of you, who were only inches away from kissing again, to grab a charger, and left.

You two turned to each other and burst out laughing, falling into each other’s arms.

You don't even remember how it happened.

You remember that Kite was in your room asking you about your job and telling you about his and then the rest is just a blur.

All you remember was the way his hand felt as he tucked your hair behind your ear. The way that his cold breath smelled like mint. The way his hand glided over your waist before asking, “can I kiss you?”

How the hell could you deny that?

And now you were here, in Kite’s arms watching some cheesy movie. He began snoring softly as he fell asleep and honestly, you were a little thankful for your dumb brother.

[greeksorceress]

anon request: blond jace as daemon’s son, jaceluke.

The room goes deadly still as King Viserys drags his body to the throne. 

It’s a painful thing to watch. King Viserys’ sickness seems to be consuming him like fire melts a candle to nothingness, the metaphorical wax of his flesh is raggedly hanging by the bones that protrude what once was the gentle face of his grandfather.

Lucerys’ eyes drift to the other side of the grand hall where Queen Alicent Hightower and her brood stand, unable to cope with the proof of the King’s mortality. Alicent gasps, but doesn’t make a move to help her husband otherwise. Neither do Aegon or Helaena, who are both avoiding looking at their father’s decaying form just like him. Aemond is too occupied staring right back at Lucerys to rush to his father’s aid. 

When the King trips and his crown falls from his head, the Queen and her children still do nothing but stare with bated breaths.

It’s his stepfather who swiftly approaches the King, and with a gentleness unheard of in the Rogue Prince, guides his own brother to the very top of the stairs, not minding that the monarch is resting most of his weight on him. A movement in the sidelines catches Lucerys’ attention, a flash of Targaryen hair moving towards the brothers.

Prince Jacaerys Targaryen, first of his name and heir of Princess Rhaenyra and Prince Daemon of House Targaryen, holds the crown of the King in his hands while he follows his father and his uncle and grandfather. 

“My King,” mumbles Jace respectfully as he bends the knee in front of their ruler, crowning the weakened man who smiles down at him with crooked, half-missing teeth. 

“Thank you, my boy. Such a promising lad.”

Jacaerys smiles back at his uncle and grandfather before Daemon and him step down, back to Rhaenyra’s —and Lucerys’— side. There are knots tightening in Lucerys’ lower belly with anticipation. His half brother’s smirk, so close to the Iron Throne, ignites a telltale wave of desire that shamefully licks at his stomach. 

“I must admit my confusion,” states the King through heavy breaths, “I don’t understand why petitions are being heard over a settled succession. The only one present who might offer keener insight into Lord Corlys’ wishes is the Princess Rhaenys.”

When grandmother Rhaenys takes a step forward, Lucerys almost expects her to deny his claim. Her face is solemn, but she sends half a smile his way that helps to even Lucerys’ heartbeats.

“Indeed, your Grace. It was ever my husband’s will that Driftmark pass through Ser Laenor to his trueborn son, Lucerys Velaryon. His mind never changed, nor did my support of him.”

Vaemond scoffs at this. It’s of no consequence to the King, who has heard enough. 

“Well, the matter is settled, again.” The King is already tired from the few words he had to spare and the trek to the throne, and his tone doesn’t lack finality. “I hereby reafirm Prince Lucerys of House Velaryon as heir to Driftmark, the Driftwood Throne, and the next Lord of the Tides.”

His mother lovingly squeezes his hand, the tension is lifted off her shoulders under the protection of her father’s words, like a bruise soothed by a fresh balm. Lucerys, on the other hand, doesn’t have the chance to unclench his jaw and stop working his teeth into dust. 

Vaemond strides back to the center of the room, dangerous in his unveiled and unrestrained anger. The hall goes quiet once again, the precarious silence casted by the fury of the older Velaryon man makes Lucerys tremble with uneasiness. 

“You break law,” he spits at King Viserys, “and centuries of tradition to install your daughter as heir. Yet you dare tell me who deserves to inherit the name Velaryon. No. I will not allow it.”

“Allow it?” his grandfather asks in angry disbelief, “Do not forget yourself, Vaemond.” 

The Velaryon, more of a snake than a seahorse, turns back abruptly to point at Lucerys, throwing his accusations with venom coating his fangs, “That is no true Velaryon, and certainly no nephew of mine.”

Lucerys whimpers. Cold sweat runs down his back, the hairs of his nape sticking to his skin. His mother grips his hand with renewed ferocity, as if she was afraid of Lucerys being ripped from her grasp. She might as well be, for Lucerys knows that what Vaemond is implying right now is high treason, and were the royals and the nobles to believe his word, Lucerys would find a noose around his neck sooner than later. 

“Go back to your rooms.” Commands Rhaenyra, and there’s credit to give her and the firmness of her voice as her hand quivers in their hold, “You have said enough.”

“Lucerys is my trueborn grandson,” states Viserys. “And you are no more than the second son of Driftmark.”

It does nothing to placate Vaemond’s ire.

“You may run your house as you see fit,” he hisses with disdain, “but you will not decide the future of mine. My house survived the Doom and a thousand tribulations besides. And gods be damned,” when his attention settles over Lucerys this time, he looks ready to pounce and snap his teeth around Lucerys’ throat, “I will not see it ended on the account of this—”

Then Vaemond shuts his mouth. He knows his grandfather might take this as a sing that the older Velaryon is weighting his options and the possible outcomes, but Lucerys knows better. Vaemond Velaryon is tasting the words, enjoying and festering on the acrid flavour of his cruelness. 

Daemon’s voice comes as a soft, challenging whisper.

“Say it.”

It’s a trick, like the Cannibal pretends to be asleep when someone comes too close to his hill just to open his jaw and close his teeth around the cracking bones of the unsuspecting wanderers. 

Vaemond doesn’t know this, though. He’s not a dragon after all. 

“Her children are…” he comes too close to this hill as he screams his next words, “bastards! And she’s a whore.”

The gasps and exclamations flood the room and echo against the walls, but Lucerys can only hear the violent thrumming of his own blood in his ears.

His grandfather asks for Vaemond’s tongue. As his chest heaves erratically, he chances a glance towards Queen Alicent and his uncles and aunt and is not surprised to see Aegon and Aemond enjoying his family’s humiliation.

It makes his stomach upset with a speed that dizzies him, and he’s ready to vomit his lunch over his own boots when a metallic slice cuts through the air and through Vaemond Velaryon’s head. 

Blood sprays everywhere. Some droplets hit Lucerys’ face and hair in the process. His eyes are open with horror, taking the sight of his grandfather’s brother corpse standing still for a second before loudly dropping to the floor. 

The part of his head that is severed from his body rolls in the hall as the veins in his neck keep spraying red, tainting the marble and the stone. Lucerys can see the bones and the muscles torn open as a lamb in the Cannibal’s den.

The gasps have turned into piercing screams, nobles rushing to cover the eyes of the youngest guests of the Red Keep and knights rushing to protect the royals. While the green faction of the family took some steps back and let their fear show, his mother shields him, standing tall and proud as Vaemond’s body lays defeated. A true dragon, the heiress of this empire. She hasn’t stopped holding his hand. 

When Lucerys looks for the culprit, he expects to see Daemon holding a red stained Dark Sister in his right hand. What he sees instead is Jacaerys, the beloved prince and heir, with The Promised still raised. The sword that Daemond and Rhaenyra gifted him in his thirteen name day is wet and tainted, but what weakens Lucerys’ knees and makes his blood sing is his brother’s face. Jacaerys’ amethyst eyes shine with vicious mirth, a bloodthirsty grin fixed upon his lips as he cleans the blade with his own cape. There’s blood dripping from his white strands and staining his cheek and the slope of his nose. Lucerys wants to lick him clean. He bits his own tongue to stop the moans that threaten to get past his lips.

“He can keep his tongue,” Jace says as he steps forward, “for I will have his head.”

Somewhere in the room, Otto screams at the knights. “Disarm him!” 

Jacaerys simply raises his hand at this before pommeling his sword again. “No need.” He then walks around Vaemond’s corpes and crouches down to take his head, looking briefly into Lucerys’ eyes with intention before directing himself to his grandfather and uncle.

“Son,” Rhaenyra warns.

“Son.” Daemon rewards. 

By the steps of the Iron Throne and before the wilting King Viserys, Jacaerys gets down on one knee and presents the evidence of his victory. 

“My King. I present you the head of the treacherous Vaemond Velaryon, who insulted our family. I’ve defended my mother’s name, as well as Prince Lucerys’. And I would dedicate my life to do so were he to be wed to me. May the remains of Vaemond be proof enough of my intentions, and let the realm know what should happen if Lucerys’ blood is put into question again. Let this be the first of many courting presents, for no one else but a dragon could defend my brother with fire and blood.”

Queen Alicent sobs and screams something at their mother, but Rhaenyra is too preoccupied with her own rage towards her oldest son. The last thing Lucerys hears before everything turns pitch black is Daemon’s laughter. 

[veethefreeelf]

OMG YOUR WRITING SKILSS🔥🔥 PLEASE HAPPY ENDING WITH THE JEONGHAN FIC

Oh my god 😭😭😭😭 thank you😭😭😭😭

I was really scared to share my writing with everyone so thank you for being so nice! I’m so happy 😭

Thank you, thank you, thank you anon!!!

And it does seem people are wanting a part 2 so yup, we will be getting a happy ending! I’ll start it soon!

CHEERS 🥂

[lionydoorin]

Can we get some buff robin with tattoos or maybe working out

hii anon !!!!! sorry sorry SORRY for taking so long, i really wanted to do the tattoos but i had NO CLUE on what they could look like. special thanks to ana @hopelessronantics for helping me out w a few ideas, though! 💗💗

not particularly proud of this one, but i've got to admit, they look kinda nice 🥰 and nancy is a mood

[kohakhearts]

hii u rb'd the short angst prompt list like. a year ago I'm sorry.... but If I would request something: "can't sleep?" prompt with ash and kukui !

"can't sleep?" wc: 1 861 read on ao3 here

Alolan nights are humid.

Even with the window closed, the cool, damp ocean breeze finds its way into Professor Kukui’s house, almost as if it were itself a fixture of the environment, as impressed upon by the force of the tides as the mounds of sand children shape into figures of various Pokémon on the beach. Late at night, Ash can hear the wind winding around the house, embracing it in that sharp, salty tang. Beneath that, the sound of the waves lapping up against the land attempts to make itself known to him, a constant reminder that even if he is within the walls of a house again, he is terribly, terribly far from home.

But the humidity is the worst. He’ll adjust—he always does—but for now he can’t help missing the crisp outdoor air of central Kalos. The climate here reminds him most of Hoenn, with its expansive oceans and scorching deserts. Most nights found the temperature dropping into a comfortable chill, but in the grips of summer on the coast, they often were stiflingly warm instead. May always complained about how it affected her hair the next morning; Ash found falling asleep the worst part, though. Those nights never felt particularly restful.

Which is kind of the whole problem now, he supposes.

If there were any comfortable, non-sweat-soaked position to put himself in, he would just close his eyes and hope for the best. It’s not like he can sleep in tomorrow, after all; he has school, and he’d hate to be the reason the professor was late, too.

So, he figures it’s probably easier to just find something that will keep him awake now and hope he doesn’t burn out too early in the day. He feels some guilt about rousing Pikachu when he finally rises and descends from the loft to the kitchen, but it is short-lived as he takes stock of his surroundings and realizes just how…cramped it feels. The way Pikachu heads straight for the door tells him he isn’t the only one who thinks so.

Outside is cooler, to his surprise. The salty tang of the sea breeze wraps around him unhindered by the foundations of the house, and he breathes it in, deeply, feeling his shoulders begin to slump already.

Carefully, he closes the door behind him and settles down on the porch, staring out towards the beach while Pikachu settles on his lap, apparently content now to go back to sleep. Without the walls to diminish the sound, the gentle crash of the waves becomes the night’s cacophonous rhythm.

And for a long time, he just sits and soaks it in. If he closes his eyes, he can almost imagine he is back in the Orange Islands with Tracey and Misty and Lapras, or maybe at the helm of the ship that toured him, Iris, and Cilan around the Decolore Islands.

Before he can follow the memory to the desire that sits half-mangled beneath his heart, the click of the door opening behind him has his eyes flying open again. He cranes his neck in order to watch Kukui step out on to the porch, all too aware of Pikachu’s slumbering form in his lap.

The professor lowers himself down on the step beside Ash, very quiet. The waves splash up to the beach, then recede, then splash up again, and he finally asks, “Can’t sleep?”

Ash shrugs noncommittally, not able to meet his eyes.

“If you’re not comfortable in the loft—”

“I’m fine,” Ash says quickly, before he can suggest anything awkward or embarrassing. “You’ve done lots already, Professor. Don’t worry about it.”

Splash. Recede. Repeat.

“There’s no shame in feeling homesick, you know.”

Ash blinks, startled. Finally, he chances a glance at the professor, whose gaze is thankfully glued to the darkened horizon ahead of them.

“I don’t really get homesick,” he says, and it’s the truth, too; he misses his mom sometimes, sure, but home is not tied to any particular place anymore. He has been all over the world. He could find comfort in any corner of it.

Even here, now—sure, he’s having a hard time sleeping, but during the day, he’s having all kinds of fun adventures with new friends, and even attending school is something to look forward to, as long as he isn’t given homework at the end of it.

He thinks to tell Kukui as much, but the words fade fast when he catches the troubled look on the man’s face. Perhaps he notices Ash’s attention on him, because he turns to face him at last, a small frown tugging at the corners of his lips.

“I know you don’t really know me, but if something isn’t working, I’ll help ya out. Promise.”

Ash opens his mouth to reassure him that everything is fine, but stops as he notices the words catching uncomfortably in his throat. Quickly, he looks away and clears his throat. Says, in any direction but Kukui’s, “I’m just tryna get used to it.”

“Alola?”

“Yeah. It’s…warm.”

A pause, and then Kukui chuckles, though it is short, surprised-sounding. “I guess it is pretty different from Kanto, huh? Our Sunny Day is a little more intense.”

“I was just thinkin’ it reminds me of Hoenn.”

“Sure, I can see that. Didn’t know you’d travelled that far.”

Ash shrugs. “It’s closer than Unova. Or Kalos.”

Kukui seems to chew on that for a moment. Then he asks, “Where else have you been?”

Absently, Ash strokes Pikachu’s fur. He keeps his eyes on the waves sparkling beneath the moonlight, but he doesn’t really see them. “I toured Kanto twice. Once for the League and once for the Battle Frontier.”

“Wow, the Battle Frontier, too, huh? How’d that go?”

“It was hard,” he admits. “It took us a few tries to beat all the Frontier Brains, but we were better for it, in the end. I mean, I learned a lot. Scott—he’s the guy who runs the Battle Frontier—he offered me a position as a Frontier Brain, but I wanted to keep journeying, so I said no.”

Kukui whistles appreciatively. “That’s pretty impressive, Ash. So, I’m guessing you competed in the Hoenn League, too?”

“Yeah, and the Johto League. After the Battle Frontier, I went to Sinnoh and entered the League there… Got really close to the end, too, but I think that was kinda where I realized that there’d always be other trainers who’re better than me.” His hand comes to rest over Pikachu’s back as his shoulders begin to tense. “I used to think that I had to beat ‘em all, but now I think there’s a lot I can learn just from getting to face off against strong trainers like that. I almost won in the Kalos League, but when the battle was over, I couldn’t really stay upset for long, ‘cause it was a great battle. It just meant I’d get better and try harder for the next one. And now I’m here.”

“Alola doesn’t have a League, though,” Kukui points out. “So, what made you wanna stay?”

Ash shakes his head. “It’s not about the battles, Professor. It’s about who you’re battling with. There’s so many cool Pokémon here, and everyone’s so nice, too… It’s different, but that doesn’t mean it’s bad.”

“Then, whaddya think it is that’s keeping you up?”

He stares out at the beach. With some effort, he forces his muscles to relax again. The scent of the sea brings back a tide of memories—good, bad, and everything in between. His victories in the Orange League, Legendary and Mythical Pokémon and the terrible people that sought to control them, swimming with his friends, fishing with Misty, with Cilan… He has found a home in every corner of the world.

But it’s never been about where he is.

Finally, he confesses, “It’s been a long time since I’ve lived somewhere.”

Silence is his only response. He ducks his head, wishing he had had the forethought to grab his hat. It’s not something he’s really been thinking about, but now that the words have left his mouth, he knows it is the truth. Nobody has had to take care of him since the first time he left home. These days, even his calls with his mom are sparing things. His returns have shortened from weeks to days. He is sprung into each new departure by an itching restlessness, the sense of being cooped up.

He sucks in a deep breath to steel himself, then looks over at the professor. Immediately, his concern is washed out by surprise at the understanding expression on his face.

“Kinda the opposite of homesickness, then,” Kukui says. “Is that right?”

Under Ash’s hand, Pikachu stirs. He lifts his head and looks sleepily between Ash and the Professor, then lets out a small sigh and settles back down to sleep. Ash scratches behind his ears, a small smile coming to him at last.

“It’s just weird,” he says. “Me and Pikachu have been on the road for so long. We’ll get used to it, but…”

“But for now, you’re feeling a bit Imprisoned?” Kukui suggests.

“Yeah, I guess so.”

“Well, tell ya what… How about me, you, and Pikachu go out on a little island adventure on the weekend? There’s some pretty great spots to camp out at on Melemele.”

Ash starts, jostling Pikachu, who cracks open one eye in alarm. He quickly pats his head in reassurance, then says to the professor, “Really? That sounds great!”

Kukui grins, reaching a hand out. Ash thinks he is going to ruffle his hair, but then he seems to think better of it and sets it awkwardly on his shoulder instead. It is heavy and warm and present, in a way that brings a smile to Ash’s face, too.

“We’ll make a plan tomorrow,” the professor promises, and all too soon that hand is being pulled away as he leans back and begins to rise. “For now, let’s try to get a Rest in before school, hey?”

It’s not quite as humid outside as it had felt up in the loft. Ash doesn’t know if the cool cadence of the wind will follow him into the house.

But then Kukui offers that hand down to him, and he supposes he’ll never know if he doesn’t try. And since when has he been afraid to try something new?

He carefully lifts Pikachu up against his chest with one hand, then lifts the other to accept Kukui’s help. Once Kukui has ushered him back inside, he turns around and starts to say, “Thanks for—”

“Don’t worry about it,” the professor tells him, quickly. “Sleep well, Ash. I’ll see ya in the Morning Sun.”

Ash blinks, surprised, then thinks again of the awkward movement of his hand outside, those long, uncertain silences. At once, the walls of the house do not seem so oppressive anymore.

He smiles. Just as quickly, the tension seems to drain out of Kukui’s posture.

“Night, Professor,” he says, and that is that.

In only a matter of minutes after he and Pikachu have settled down in the loft again, they are both comfortably asleep.