#what else do u bring someone who’s sick

[omtai]

hi guys what’s going on

[inkbybambi]

best friend!simon riley picking you up from a bad date —

words: 2.2k rating: nothing explicit apart from a brief mention of sex, just some light angst and comfort. my blog is 18+ so minors please dni. warning: hurt/comfort, fluff, pet names, insecurity/doubt/worry, mentions of sex, simon is the softie we all know he is notes: originally written for @ghosts-cyphera ♡ we all need a bestfriend!simon in our lives who's so sweet and gentle with us.

one thing you love about simon — besides everything — is how reliable he is. strong, steadfast, there when you need him. even when he’s not physically there — his work taking him away for weeks or even months at a time — you find yourself reading over the messages he’s sent, the little sticky notes he’s left, whatever memento you’ve kept of him tucked away in the drawer in your bedside table.

not that you’ll tell him that.

you hate asking him for favors — asking anyone for favors, really, but him especially. whenever you ask someone for help, it's always accompanied by a long-suffering sigh or a roll of the eyes or some very clear indication that they'd rather do anything else.

except for simon.

which is why you're hesitant to ask him more than you absolutely need to. you don't want to push your luck too far, less he eventually tires of you as well.

losing people hurts, always assuming it's you that caused the problem. you've come to accept this, even if the dark feelings of being too much or a burden claw at the edges of your mind.

but losing simon? you don't think you'd ever get over that.

it's just after 9pm, the sky dark and clouds threatening, with thunder rumbling steadily in the sky. your hand shakes as you fumble your phone from your pocket, trying to hold your tears at bay as you scroll through your contacts.

your call log is all simon.

some appointments here and there, but simon everywhere else.

fuck.

you hiccup, the tears spilling from your eyes as the sky finally opens up, joining you in your mourning.

you don't have any other choice, really, so you click his number before you can talk yourself out of it and walk home instead, bringing it up to your ear as it rings.

he answers before the third ring.

"i'm so sorry to bother you," you sniffle into the phone, before he has a chance to say anything. you take in a sharp breath, blood turning to ice. "am i bothering you?" you sound so meek and small and tired.

“no, dove, you’re not,” comes his calm, reassuring voice. you’re only half-convinced.

"i'm sorry," you begin again. your heart falls to your stomach, convincing yourself that this is his final straw. you're overtaken by a wave of nausea, despite not having eaten anything since lunch. "i didn't know who else to call, and i lost my tram pass, and i don't have an umbrella, and — "

“dove,” he says, his accent soothing to your ears — he's so endlessly patient and kind. you ache.

"i can just walk home, i-i'm sorry," you whimper out, unable to stop the tears blurring your vision, feeling pathetic and weak and so, so alone.

“darling,” he says, a little stern. not angry, never angry. trying to focus you. “what’s wrong?”

“u-um, my date stood me up,” you sniff, swallowing hard. "i waited an hour," you mumble, looking to your shoes. "messaged him too, y'know. but he just. didn't show."

you think you hear simon curse over the line and your heart lurches, feeling like you're about to be sick.

“where are you?”

there's a rustle of fabric, the clink of keys, the heel of his boot walking across his floor. you manage to tell him the name of the restaurant, voice cracking.

“twenty minutes,” he says, and you’re about to protest but he beats you to it. “sit there and be good and patient and i’ll pick you up, yeah?”

"okay," you whisper in agreement, before the line clicks dead and you allow yourself to cry, huddling under the awning as some protection from the rain, now coming down in thick, sharp waves.

thirteen minutes later, the headlights of his truck shine through the dark, pulling up to the curb. you make a mad dash for the passenger door, still getting drenched in the process.

you can't even look at him, hands shaking as you buckle the belt, trying to make yourself as small as possible.

he says your name gently. you take in a shuddering breath and let it out just as shaky, looking over towards him. he's wearing his balaclava, but his eyes — even in the dark, you can make out his beautiful eyes. assessing you, worrying.

"i'm sorry," you croak out. you can't help it. it's burned into your tongue, driven into your mind to make him understand you didn't want to bother him. he doesn't have to forgive you, but as long as he knows, that's enough.

"love," he says, and there's... something in his voice, as he reaches over for your hand, holding it gently in his own. his eyes never leave yours. "'m never gonna be mad about you askin' for help." your eyes flit away, but he squeezes your hand and you reluctantly look back. "you know me better than that," he says, as if he can read the treacherous thoughts swirling in your head, drowning you and making it hard to breathe.

you can only nod, not trusting your voice at the moment. he hums, bringing the back of your hand up to graze his covered lips over the back, pulling out to drive you back.

"this is your flat," you say, fifteen minutes later as he shuts the car off. you were too busy looking at the window, watching the rain drops race down the glass, to notice that he wasn't driving the familiar route to your place.

"yes," he replies, as if it's obvious he'd bring you here. "you really think i'd let you stay home alone?"

his eyes are so fucking bright. it startles you, and you hate how your heart twists and thumps at how intently he's looking.

"i..." you start, chewing on your bottom lip for a moment. his eyes flicker to your lips, snapping away just as quick. "i was gonna eat ice cream and drink shitty, cheap wine," you say.

"as if i don't have either of those things here," he replies, opening the door and effectively ending the conversation. you scramble after him, eager to be inside in the warmth and burrow yourself into his couch.

"go get changed," he says, voice clear as he removes the balaclava and bends to untie his shoes.

you hesitate for a second, until he looks up to you and there's that something lingering in his gaze — the same something that was in his voice.

"go on now," he repeats, softer, and you ditch your shoes and your uncomfortably wet jacket by his.

his flat is as familiar as your own — you could walk through it blindfolded at night and you wouldn't knock into a single thing.

well.

you might knock into a corner or two, but that's not a vision thing. it's a you're a bit clumsy thing. simon finds it endlessly amusing, poking at the bruises that blossom on your skin while you bat his hand away.

his bedroom is familiar as well. which is why you don't think twice before you're shimmying out of your clothes — undergarments as well — and rifling through his drawers, finding your favorite shirt of his and a pair of his boxers.

you take a moment to smell the collar, taking comfort in the scent that lingers. you’ve been dressed in his clothes many times before this but it feels different this time.

as you pad back out to the living room, simon’s already on the couch. your favorite blanket is draped across his lap, two bowls of ice cream and a bottle of cheap wine sitting open, glasses filled far more than you would’ve. but you’ll indulge him, mostly because you have the sneaking suspicion that he’ll have you sleep here anyways.

his balaclava is off. the last dregs of tension drain from you as he looks over to you, face soft in the lowlight of the lamp, tv already ready with a show you’ve watched a thousand times that he watches with you without complaint.

“knew you’d choose that one,” he says with a bit of a smirk as you crawl on the couch, burrowing yourself into his side, his arm slinging across the back of the cushion.

“am i that predictable?” you mumble, a small ‘thank you’ as he hands you a bowl.

he doesn’t answer, but you feel the burn of his stare before he snorts, flicking the tv to start playing, the familiar theme relaxing you further.

the silence with him is comfortable, lingering in a hazy in-between of awake and sleep, empty bowls and mostly empty glasses sitting on the coffee table.

“were you going to fuck him?” he asks, three episodes in, bottle empty.

you blink, not sure if you heard him properly as you pull back to look at him. you can’t read his eyes. something hot twists in your gut.

“i-i don’t know, simon,” you start, the weight of his stare heavy. “maybe?”

he doesn’t say anything and you chew your lip for a moment, fingers curling to play with the blanket. “depends how the date went, i suppose. doesn’t matter much now,” you snort. his gaze hasn’t changed. “why?”

his jaw clicks, taking a deep breath. “you deserve better ‘n that.”

a confused frown pulls at your mouth, unsure how to reply. “i know how to be safe,” you tell him, voice soft.

he seems to be weighing his words in his head, lowering the volume of the show. you feel sick.

dark eyes rove over your face, taking in every minute detail. you bite at your nail, just for something to do.

“don’t think there’s a bloke in the world that’s worthy of ya.”

your frown deepens, breaking your eyes from his, twisting your fingers in your lap. relationships aren’t easy. being that vulnerable with someone isn’t easy.

you never want someone to pay for you, and even the smallest gestures like opening the car door or pulling out your chair feel like it’s too much. you don’t deserve that kind of attention. after a while, they’ll get tired. you’ll become a burden to them like everything else in your life.

it’s easier to be by yourself. the only person you have to worry about bothering is you.

“love.” he tilts his head, eyes trying to catch yours. how hasn’t he tired of you yet?

a hand under your chin forces your gaze up, and you try to shrink yourself against the back of the couch. your voice catches in your throat, words stuck there.

“what’s goin’ on in tha’ pretty head f’yours?”

you swallow thickly, finding it damn near impossible to keep your eyes on his.

“‘s not like it matters,” you start. his brows furrow, but he stays silent. “no one would want me anyways.”

“‘n why would you say that?”

frustration burns the back of your throat. isn’t it obvious? you can barely call him in a dire situation without thinking the worst of yourself. how can he think of you as anything but a nuisance? how could he think anyone else would put up with it?

“you wouldn’t understand,” you say, defeated. you crumble back into the couch.

“make me understand.”

heat flashes at the nape of your neck. he takes your hands in his, cradling them in his warmth. your name sounds so soft in his voice.

“how aren’t you tired of me?” comes your whispered question, nose tingling and eyes threatening to water. you look at him. hesitant. scared.

the silence is loud. his frown deepens. it takes a few painful minutes, but you see the moment something clicks in place.

“you know i’d do anything for you, yeah?”

your lip quivers, sniffling as you beg yourself not to cry.

“because you do the same for me,” he continues. you doubt it, mind going blank of every time he’s come to you for something.

his touch moves to your elbow, tugging you forward gently until he can arrange you in his lap. he slips his hands beneath the hem of his shirt, thumbs rubbing on your hips where the waistband of his boxers start.

you slowly brace your hands on his shoulders. firm and broad and safe.

“you apologize so much. you worry so much.” the tears slip down your cheeks, throat aching, but now you can’t look away from him. one hand moves to cup the nape of your neck, thumb rubbing gently at the skin behind your ear.

“you’re allowed to ask for help.”

you shake your head, a “no” caught in your throat, tears blurring your vision.

“oh, love.” he cradles you into the curve of his neck, arm wrapping around your waist and keeping a gentle hold at the base of your skull. “you have me wrapped around your finger ‘n you don’t even know it.”

he lets you cry into his neck, dampening the collar of his shirt. but his cologne is soothing and you eventually slump against him. you’re so tired.

his lips graze your temple, his soft touch lulling you to sleep. you’ll talk about it tomorrow, but for now you want to stay wrapped up in his arms, held by someone who genuinely loves you.

[emmyrosee]

suna and 11? CONGRATS EMMY!!!!

THANK YOU ANGEL FACE 🥹🩷

anonymous said 11. Suna and maybe u can tie it with ur recent post and possibly make them break up??? ❤️

11 with Suna… Argument 💔

There’s a deep rooted insecurity suna rintaro holds.

It’s not one he talks about often, nor do you bring it up, because it’s dumb, it’s a stupid little thing that you both know doesn’t make a difference in your relationship, yet Rintaro always finds himself harping and beating himself up over it.

Right now is no exception, as you stand across from him with your hands scrubbing your face, clearly exhausted by the fight.

“I don’t think of Osamu like that!”

“You sure had a hell of a time showing it!”

You had a crush on Osamu first.

Way back when rintaro wasn’t even into you, he couldn’t have known you from some random soul, you had feelings for osamu, but you never acted on them because you assumed he never liked you back- not to mention his insane fan girls. You kept your distance until you moved on; only to meet Rintaro in college, recognizing each other about three weeks in, where your feelings for him started to bloom.

You’d let it slip to him once when recounting high school memories how you fell hard for the dark haired twin, and while yes, it made rintaro tense up, you assured him it was over. You were done with him.

Yet every time you hang out with the group, Rintaro feels that same jealousy creep up his spine.

“God, when will it click for you that I love you!” You cry, desperate for him to hear you. “You! Only you! For five years Rintaro, it’s only ever been you!”

“Don’t act like you still don’t-“

“I DONT!” You bark. “I don’t! Whatever you’re about to say, I. Don’t. Because I do, with you!”

He feels sick to his stomach at this point, your sharp words to him only translating as a defense against his words, desperate to keep something hidden.

Not as a genuine frustration.

“I think you should go be with Osamu,” he snarls. “Since your so comfortable getting him drinks and putting your hands on him-“

“I wasn’t making out with the kid, I was patting his back after a joke!”

“-and maybe you should be with him since he’s just soo funny-“

“MAYBE I WILL!” You shriek.

The plates in the kitchen settle and the doors creak softly at the force of your yells, and your eyes glimmer with remorse but your face harbors exhaustion.

“…what?” He croaks.

“Maybe I should go be with literally anyone else,” you choke. “Since you think I’m flirting with anyone and everyone in the goddamned circle-“

“Wait- no, I just-“

“I don’t care what you do,” you whimper. “I’m sick of your jealousy. I’m sick of your hatred of my friendship with some kid who couldn’t give a fuck about me- you literally picked up the pieces of me he shattered, yet you still think there’s a chance I could love him?” You scoff, “you’re ridiculous.”

He sobers up as you throw your arms out in defeat, “I’m so… tired, of the accusations, Rintaro. I’ve given you five years of unconditional love and gratitude. And all you can boil me down to is someone who had a crush in high school?”

“I’m just so worried to lose you,” he says, voice breaking.

“Yeah? Well, you’ve lost me.” You take a step back and gnaw on your lip, “I’m going to go. Think long and thorough about this. But just know, I’ll always love you. Even if you’ve never trusted me.”

“No, no, no, please, don’t leave-“

“I’ll talk to you later…. Okay?”

He’s never going to hear from you again. This, he knows.

The door closes, and he wipes his tearful eyes with the back of his head, slipping out his phone to look at your happy smiling face again, one he took off the face of the earth with his jealousy.

There’s a black screen that faces back to him. It won’t turn on. He groans and hucks the thing across the room, hearing it clang somewhere far enough away.

He’ll deal with it in the morning. For now, he’s got some wallowing to plan out.

[lemonlover1110]

Hello! I hope you are doing well 😌 you are my fav writer and I just wanted to to throw out this crazy brainrot request to u bc I am SICK over it

So Florence nightingale syndrome right? Toji is like a professional boxer or whatever something athletic bc he's a fucking beast and he gets hurt, like his leg or something, and you become his at home occupational therapist. So you're like taking care of him and he's getting feelings for you while also being a stubborn ass bc u push him constantly so he can get better. and he's super hesitant to accept his feelings bc he's a Playboy of course.

I'm just picturing this one scene where you're helping him up and he's leaning on you and he says something like "are you sure you can handle me princess?" Idk I'm insane I'm sorry 😭😭😭😭

Pairing: boxer!Toji Fushiguro x f!caregiver!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, frustrated Toji, Florence nightingale syndrome, Toji has an injured leg and is a little bitch for a bit

*This was so fun to work on and now I'm having thinking a little too hard about boxer toji (I'm ovulating) sofjsof enjoy!

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Toji never really thought he’d be dependent on someone, yet now he can’t even take a shower standing up. After an unlucky boxing match, Toji ended up in a cast and crutches. That’s what he gets for not listening to his son who told him it was around time to retire.

“I’m not a fucking skeleton, I’m good in my field. I can do this for a couple more years.” How he wishes he could swallow his fucking words. He thought that after getting the cast off he’d go back to normal, and he’d have no issue with mobility. He shouldn’t have an issue moving his fucking leg again, he’s been moving it for more than thirty years, why should three months of not moving it change much?

Apparently he can’t do anything, which is why he has someone with him all day every day, helping him so he can get better. Toji’s main issue? He gets frustrated when someone tries to help him. 

“Be careful, it’s hot.” You smile at him as you put his dinner in front of him. He has a scowl on his face as you set it down in front of him. He tried to help make dinner but he couldn’t stand for too long. He’s mad, but not at you. He could never be mad at you. 

Toji wasn’t necessarily fond of you when you started working with him; he hates being dependent on someone else, and he knew that he would have to depend on you for pretty much everything. You try to help him though, and he should be more appreciative of you because of it, but in reality he feels like a fucking baby. He’s grown to like you though… A little too much for his liking. 

You leave him to eat, going to wash the dishes since he can’t do the task yet. Perhaps his own bowl and spoon, but not everything that needs to be cleaned. You watch him from the counter, watching his refusal to pick up the spoon and eat the soup you made him. Earlier he was so prideful, telling you that he would help you every step of the way during dinner, and he couldn’t even finish one third of it. You were proud of him regardless.

“It’s really good, Toji! The potatoes you helped peel really added a touch to it.” You’ve gotten close enough to be on a first name basis. You see each other every day, you stay in the same house, of course you’re close enough to talk to each other so casually. It doesn’t mean you should though. You’ve always managed to keep a very professional relationship with patients, but there’s just something about him that makes it hard for you to be normal around him.

“Don’t talk to me like I’m a fucking kid.” He says, pushing the bowl of soup away. He’s not hungry anymore. Toji stands up, his hands holding on to the table to support himself before grabbing his crutches. 

“Toji, if you’re not eating it, can you try to bring it over to me, please?” You ask. You know the soup has cooled down, if he spills it, he’ll be fine.

“If you want it, pick it up yourself.” Toji is clearly mad. You don’t take it to heart though, because you know it’s with himself and not you. 

“How about we go to the park tomorrow? It’s supposed to be a nice day out.” You talk to Toji who tries to watch a documentary. He’s not all that interested in what he put on, caring more about what you have to say. He might not show it, and he tries to deny it, but he has the biggest soft spot for you. “We can also get some ice cream, if you’re in the mood!”

“Hey… I’m sorry about earlier. I was just—” It’s hard to get an apology out of him, but sometimes he knows he’s in the wrong and he feels the need to apologize. He doesn’t want you to be mad at him, even though you’re clearly not upset with him. You’re so understanding and patient with him, he feels like he doesn’t deserve that.

“You’re fine, Toji.” You reassure him with a smile, your hand going over his balled up fist. You feel your heart skip a beat as you touch him. You’ve crossed the line past a professional relationship, and you should set some boundaries within yourself– But his other hand goes on top of your own before he brings it up, softly kissing your knuckles. It’s hard to set boundaries when he feels the same way.

“I’m tired.” He tells you, and you stand up to help him get up. Toji usually denies your help, but this time, he has no problem accepting it. You just want the best for him, and there’s some things that he can’t do completely alone. He has to take baby steps. He’s using you for support, and he’s scared that he’s too heavy for you. He asks you, “Are you sure, princess? Can you handle me? I know I’m pretty big.”

“You’re fine. I can handle you.” You reassure him, and you begin to walk to his bedroom. His room was previously on the second floor, but ever since his injury, he’s moved his bedroom to the first floor. You get him to his bedroom, helping him on the bed. You smile at him before saying, “Let me grab your crutches. You left them in the living room, right?”

Before you can walk away, he grabs your sleeve. Toji’s slowly realizing that he can’t fight off the feelings that consume him when you help him, and he’s usually not a fan of them. Toji’s been tied down once before, he certainly doesn’t want that again. But with you, it’s different. He doesn’t mind the idea.

“Will you lay down with me?” He asks, and you suck in your bottom lip between your teeth. You shouldn’t. He caresses your cheek with the back of his hand before he prompts himself up to kiss the corner of your mouth.

“Toji, you know this isn’t something I can do.” You tell him as he looks lovingly into your eyes. “I’m here to help you get better.”

“You can help me get better by laying down next to me.” Toji responds. You grab the hand that so lovingly touches your cheek and kiss it, before bringing your lips down to meet his momentarily. He swears he hears fireworks when your lips meet, even after you pull away.

He’s most definitely in love with you.

“I’ll go get your crutches. Good night, Toji.”

[honeytonedhottie]

how to isolate and grow⋆.ೃ࿔*:･💶

quick disclaimer : when i say "isolate" i dont mean the negative connotation of self isolation where you push everyone away, i mean the laying back and rly focusing and tapping into urself BY yourself.

accessibility : limit people's accessibility to you, or narrow down how many people you allow to access you. ur energy is SACRED ur time is a privilege. its important that ur no longer looking for outlets in people.

during this time of stepping back and being super picky with how and who u spend ur time with its the perfect opportunity to separate urself from the toxicity that some people in ur life might bring. in that same breath, its easier said for friends then it is for family members because when u think isolation ur probably thinking of being a home-body which is a part of it. but if ur home is whats making u sick then try and spend time AWAY of the home to do whatever u need to do.

self awareness and responsibility : take a moment and be truly objective with urself. practice having the difficult conversations with urself. u know ur goals, but are u the person that can have those goals? and if not, how can u get to become that person.

this is also the time to address things that you've been sweeping under the rug. address anything thats starting to become a problem and address bigger problems in ur life. we wanna be able to take responsibility for ourselves and PROBLEM SOLVE. be super clear on what u wanna focus on during ur self isolation period and WHY you are choosing to do this.

find a mentor : find someone who resonates with you, whether it be online or in person, who is living the life that YOU wanna live or living a life similar to one that u wanna live. u dont have to have just one mentor, it can be multiple mentors for different aspects of ur life that u wanna improve. ur mentors dont even need to know you honestly, just someone u look up to

detox ur brain : mental diet. mindset is EVERYTHING as you know if you've been consuming my content lately. everything and i mean EVERYTHING begins in the brain. the thoughts that u think today will be what u experience tomorrow. speak to urself nicely, throw away old thoughts that dont align with ur dreams and replace them with positive ones thru repetition, fixed attention and practice

do brain dumps before u go to bed, its good to get out all of the thoughts in ur head before u go to sleep, out of ur brain and onto a piece of paper or something else in general. it doesn't have to be in a negative connotation either, write down ideas that pass thru ur head, goals, inspirations etc.

clean out : anything that u tend to cling to, whether its devices, drugs, drinking etc. practice fasting from it. it doesn't have to be extreme, just taking a break from it REGULARLY will improve it so much. an analogy i like to use for gradual change like this is with a rubber band. if u stretch the rubber band as far as it can go too quickly then it'll break, however if u gradually stretch the rubber band little by little, you can stretch it super far and it won't break.

experimentation : while ur self isolating this is the perfect opportunity to experiment with ur physical. dye ur hair a color that you've always been wanting it to. grow ur hair a couple inches, take extra good care of ur skin, experiment with different clothing styles. become ur own MUSE.

with that being said i wish everyone luck and blessings as you isolate and grow 🫶🏽

[hailbales]

I love you’s and forever’s

warnings: fem reader! x jj maybank! p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it before u tap it), breeding kink-ish, fluff, andd I think that’s it!

summary: jj says the ‘L’ word

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minors dni!

“guys, please. I can’t take any more pda. I get enough of that from john b and sarah.” kie groans, rolling her eyes as you giggle, looking down at the blonde haired boy as you sat on his lap. jj looked up at you with a goofy grin on his face, his eyes sparkling as he stared up at the girl he was so madly in love with.

from the first moment he met you, he was yours. he didn’t think about anyone or anything else. he physically couldn’t. you were constantly on his mind.

your smile, your laugh, the way you rolled your eyes when something pissed you off, the way he felt inside you. hell, the angelic sounds you made could get him off alone.

as kie realized you weren’t going to respond, but instead stare at each other, she rolled her eyes with a light smile on her face, glad that her friend found someone who could make him feel like that. “okay, you guys are vomit inducing. I’m going inside.”

you snapped yourself out of the trance that the blue eyed boy had the ability to put you in as she stood from her chair around the bonfire, trudging towards the chateau. “I think they got sick of us.” you giggle, glancing around at all the chairs that your friends once occupied.

“mmm,” he hummed, placing his hand on your thigh as he began to draw circles on it. “that’s too bad. I was really enjoying their company.”

“oh really? you were?”

“mhm. In fact, I already miss em.” he smiled hazily, eyes still glossy from the joint he smoked earlier. “yeah, I do too. here, I’ll go get him.” you said teasingly, knowing the effect you had on the boy.

jj felt his heart skip a beat when he thought you were going to leave his lap where you so perfectly fit, quickly moving his hands on your waist to keep you in place as a whine left his lips that he would surely be made fun of for if anybody else heard him.

“wait, no. stay.” he pouted, rubbing his hands up and down the curve of your waist. you hummed, quirking your eyebrow down at him. he smiled innocently, leaning up to place a loving kiss on your lips.

no matter how many times you have kissed, it still feels electrifying. the way your lips fit together like they were molded for each other. the way you moved so effortlessly, like it was second nature. you could never get enough of him.

his scent engulfed you, and the euphoric feeling of everything that was jj came flooding your senses, still not ceasing to knock you off your feet.

“I love you so much.”

the five words made you pause as your breath got caught in your throat. “what?” you gulped.

his eyes widened at the realization of what he just said, reality hitting him in the face.

he couldn’t bring himself to look up at you as your faces were still centimeters apart, he could feel your breath on his face. “I..”

his overthinking hit him like a brick, all tumbling into his head at once. he sucked his lip into his teeth, squeezing his eyes shut as he wished he could just blink himself out of existence.

“hey, don’t go there.” you pulled him out of his thoughts, knowing exactly what he was thinking. “I-I, I’m sorry, I didn’t-“ he sighed, raking a hand through his hair out of frustration towards himself.

“jj. stop.” you laughed, placing your hands on his face as you made him look at you. the nervousness in his eyes made butterflies erupt in your stomach, reassuring his affection for you.

you slowly lean in, placing your forehead on his as you stare deeply into each others eyes before connecting your lips in a gentle kiss. so small it was barely a peck, but you both felt it in your stomach.

you loved him.

he was unsure of almost everything in his life, he always felt like he was a burden to everyone. to his dad, his friends, even his stupid teachers. he has always been unsure on their genuineness, but he was sure about yours. with just one kiss, you made him feel it.

in just a second all the passion that flowed through both yours and his chest was pushed into your kiss as you pressed against each other, in almost a bruising force. he hummed into your mouth, gently nipping on your bottom lip as your tongues explored each others mouth.

you needed to be closer to him, you needed to inhale him. but no matter how flush your skin was to each others, it wasn’t enough.

“jj.” you breathed, breaking away from the kiss as he looked up at you with desperation. “I know. I know.”

in a matter of seconds you were scooped up in his arms as he stood up off the lawn chair, his mind running with places to take you. but then it hit him, the one place he felt most connected to.

when he placed your feet on the ground, it didn’t take you long to realize where you were. the worn out wood beneath your feet and the sound of crickets chirping in your ear gave it away. he took you to the dock. yours and his place.

where you first met, where you had your first kiss, where you had your first ‘date’, where you would’ve had your first time if john b hadn’t walked up, playfully gagging as he realized where y’all were heading to.

before you could take a breath he was smashing his lips against yours, placing one hand on your neck as the other rested on your waist. you interlocked your hands in his hair, pulling him desperately closer.

he grabbed you by your waist, setting you on top of the railing as he stood in between your legs. “say it, princess. I need you to say it.” he breathed, resting his forehead against yours.

it took your mind a second to catch up with his words, before a light smile fell upon your face. “I love you, j.”

that was all it took for him to pull his shirt you were wearing off of your head, before you helped pull his off along with it. he pushed your lips against yours roughly, his hand placed on the back of your head as it got tangled in your hair.

“I love you.” you repeated between kisses, loving the way you felt him react to it. “god, your gonna be the death of me, baby.” he groaned, moving to pull your shorts off of your legs. luckily for times sake, you weren’t wearing anything underneath.

“I need you closer, j.” you whined pathetically, lightly pulling his hair at the nape of his neck. his face scrunched in pleasure as his eyebrows furrowed, quickly going for the buckle of his shorts. “I’m working on it, cupcake.”

his shorts fell to the ground before he kicked them off. you both watched in shock as they landed into the water, beginning to float on the surface. you looked back towards each other, a grin finding its way onto your face as he pursed his lips. “well, that’s gonna be a hard one to explain.”

you laughed, wrapping your arm around his shoulder to pull him closer before reconnecting your lips with his. his hand found the back of the bikini top, quickly pulling the string that kept it together before tossing it along in the water to accompany his shorts.

“hey! that’s one of my favorites.” you complained, but you didn’t really care. you would let him throw all your clothes away if it meant he got to take them off.

“I’ll buy you a new one.” he muttered, his tongue swiping your lips to grant him access. “yeah, okay pogue.” he chuckled against your lips, before taking the opportunity to stick his tongue in your mouth causing you to moan out of surprise.

you could feel him smile against you as he began kissing down your jaw to your neck, his hands finding your breast making you throw your head back as he tweaked with your nipples. “please, j. no foreplay. I can’t.” you moaned, pulling at his hair.

he ignored you as he began trailing further down your body before he reached right where you wanted him most. he looked up at with lustful eyes before placing a kiss on your clit, making you jump in your skin from the attention.

“that feel good, baby?” you could feel the warmth of his breathe against your heat, making you arch your back as you panted. “please, j.” you breathed.

that was all it took before he diving into you, licking up your slit before giving attention to your throbbing clit as he sucked on it. you felt like your whole body was on fire, burning with need as he slowly stuck his finger in you, curling it upwards with every thrust.

you were a moaning mess, pushing his head closer to you as he ate you out like a starved man, hooking his arm around your thighs.

he groaned against you, causing your toes to curl as you clenched around his fingers. “I can feel you, baby. let go. cum all over my face.” he mumbled against you, the vibrations from his voice sending you over the edge as you arched your back, your toes curling as you came with a cry.

he stood upright, pressing his mouth to yours hungrily as you tasted yourself on his lips. he pulled away before quickly sticking his fingers that were coated in your cum down your throat, gagging you as though it was his cock.

you were so taken aback, but quickly gave into it as you sucked on them, swirling your tongue around it. he moans, feeling his dick ache as he watched you.

“you see how good you taste, mama?” he whispers huskily, like he had just woken up causing your cunt to throb. you hummed against him, nodding your head. that was all it took for him to break as he removed his fingers from your mouth, spreading your legs open as he ran his hand up and down his shaft, spreading his precum.

he slid the tip through your folds before he slipped it in your aching hole, causing you both to let out a throaty moan. “fuckk..” he slowly inched into you, taking it slow so you could feel every throb and vein on his cock. you had never fucked raw before, and now you didn’t think you could stop.

the intimacy, the pleasure, it was becoming too much for you. for both of you. your eyes connected and you both felt it. it was different this time. it almost made you tear up at the overwhelming love you felt for the boy inside of you.

he slowly leaned in, pressing you in a deep, passionate kiss, silencing your cries as he filled you all the way. “oh god, jj.” you moaned, your face tightening in pleasure as he sped up.

he groaned at the sound of your voice, at the way you were clenching around him as though you were pushing him away and pulling him towards you all at the same time. he buried his face in the crook of neck, his fist squeezing your thighs so hard it almost hurt.

“your so tight. makes me wanna fill you full of my cum. you want that, princess? you want my babies?”

“god- yes!” you sobbed, throwing your head back as he thrusted into you vigorously. “fuck, I wanna spend the rest of my life with you. wanna make you cum every night. wanna see you full and round with my baby so everyone knows who you belong to.” his cock throbs inside of you at the thought, feeling himself reach his high faster than he ever has.

“j, m’ so close.” you moaned, your arms wrapped around his as your nails dug into his shoulder blades. “I know. I know, princess. not yet. hang on for me.”

he pulled you off the ledge onto your feet, causing an empty feeling to crawl through your chest as he pulls out of you. It doesn’t last long before he spins you around, bending you over as he enters you again causing you to let out a loud scream.

his hand quickly flies over your mouth, muffling your moans as he pulls you flush against him, your back against his chest. the position makes him feel so much deeper, causing you to throw your head back against his shoulder as you try to keep quiet.

his lips attach to you neck, licking and bruising you as he thrust into you harshly. “god, I’m so in love with you. I can never stop thinking about you. I dream about you even when your sleeping in my arms. I picture you when I get myself off. I fantasize about getting down on knee and marrying you. I want you to have my kids, I want to protect you with my life, I want to grow old with you. fuck, I can’t wait.”

his words send you over the edge as you tighten around him, cumming with a loud cry. he quickly attaches his lips to yours, kissing you with a bruising force as you feel his cock swell inside of you, balls tightening before he stills. his groans, his warm cum filling you up as it shoots into you in long, thick ropes.

neither of you notice the tears that fill your eyes as he slowly thrust inside of you, letting you both ride out your highs until he pulls away. his face drops in panic as his hands quickly come up to cup your face. “baby, what’s wrong? d-did I hurt you? cmon, talk to me, what happened?”

you let out a sob at his gentleness, despite how rough he was just fucking you. the sound causes a pit to form in his stomach as he quickly scans you over, eyes widened with fear.

you place your hand over his that was resting on your cheek, causing him to look back up at you. “I want that for us too. you have no idea how badly I want that. I’m so in love with you, jj.”

his features soften, his heart turning to mush at your words. “oh, baby.” he cooes, his own eyes prickling with tears as he pulls you flush against him, wrapping his arms around your body. his hands find your hair, fisting it as he holds you tightly, so tightly as though you might slip away if he didn’t.

he decides then and there as your body shakes with sobs against him that he was never letting you go.

you are the best thing that’s ever happened to him.

[sofia-cloud]

Miguel taking care of reader while they’re sick! He’d be so worried about losing them</3

hes such a sweetie

- ,, PAIRING: soft!Miguel x reader

⋆·˚ ༘ * CONTENTS: comfort, fluff, soft Miguel, sickness, cuddling.

*ೃ༄ NOTES: im sorry if this a bit short, anyways in this story Miguel is lovelyy and tell me if yall want more of Miguel

it was a normal day of winter, when suddenly the temperature of your body got higher. You didnt know why that happened but at first you didnt mind, a few hours later you felt so tired and decide to rest a little. It didnt help much cause you got a sore throat and even a cold, you felt so vulnerable at that time as u couldnt even stand up. Your throat was aching so bad, your bed was covered with a lot of handkerchiefs, you just couldnt take it.

“babe, can you- *sneezed* can you come over.. im feeling a little..” you couldnt even finish that phrase that ur phone fall down by your hand and you faint.

“Love?? Youre okay??” Miguel asked as the call was still up, when he didnt received an answer but just heard the phone fell down, he quickly stopped on what he was doing and he turned into spider man to do it as fast as possible, he came out of the building and started throwing cobwebs for the skyscrapers, in all it took only 2 minutes to get home.

His heart was pounding, not knowing what had happened to you, he thought of the worst. He immediately opened the door and ran to your room, until he saw you that you had fainted.

“Please wake up” he said as he gently put a wet cloth on your forehead and raised your legs so that the blood would spin. His look was a lot worried, you were very important to him, he didn't want to lose someone like you, he spent good times together with you, he felt comfortable by your side, you were the only person who could understand him, the only one who was there in the moment of need, now he wouldn't let you down.

Your eyes opened slowly, murmuring incomprehensible words, when Miguel had noticed it he hugged you softly, feeling how vulnerable you were at the time. He just wanted you to be okay, he didn't want anything else at that moment.

“Im here for you treasure, just tell me what you need, do you want some water?” He asked you holding your hand, sitting on the edge of the bed.

You nodded because you didn't even have the strength to talk, he immediately went to the kitchen to bring you a glass, he even brought you a medicinal in such a way as to get rid of your sore throat and a little fever.

“Miguel, what would i do without you” you said as he mixed the medicines into the water, putting a hand in his face, he had put his hand on top of yours.

“I can't lose you, love, youre too important to me” his voice sounded so sweet and sincere, you loved when Miguel opened up to you emotionally, without him you probably would never have been able to get up, he was always there for you, he was always available and ready to help you.

A few hours later you felt better thanks to the medicines, Miguel had stayed all that time in your room and bringing you food or drink, he had sat in the bed next to you while you were watching tv, you had laughed and joked.

“Do you feel better darling?” He asked you by looking directly into your eyes.

“Yeah, i think tomorrow all this will be gone, just because of you” you smiled softly at him.

You kept watching TV together until you fell asleep in his chest, he stroked your hair and gently kissed your forehead.

“I'll love you forever” he whispered as he watched you sleep and arranged the blanket better on you.

You weren't completely asleep yet, at that comment you smiled slightly and squeezed him slightly more.

[thelov3lybookworm]

Hello. I was wondering. If u could write something where reader is mayed to the bat boys. She has a sickness that her father died from and she has and hasn't told her mates nor her younger siblings. They find out and are frantic. You can add flashbacks of how her father was loving, single dad, and his final moments with her. ( I was hoping it could be a small series). U can add whatever u think looks cute. Thank you!

Why Don't We Celebrate? (part 1)

Summary: New revelations leave Y/n shook.

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A/n: I'm gonna make this hurt 😌

(also, make sure to check out @readychilledwine's losing forever as it is based on the same request!)

Anyways, enjoy bbs!❣️

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Y/n almost nearly flew with her nonexistent wings as she walked up to the door of the town house. She and her new lover were supposed to go to a new restaurant that he had found, and she had told him she would meet him at the town house.

It hadn't been all that long since she saw him. Maybe a day or two.

They had only met barely over six months ago, while she was walking around Velaris picking up groceries.

The two of them were taking it slow. They had only slept together once, and that was the last time she saw him. It also didn't help that they'd met just before Rhysand became high lord, and then Cassian had mostly become busy with helping his brother handle the court.

Y/n didnt mind. In fact, she was proud of him for it. But she couldn't say she wasn't jealous or possessive of him sometimes. After all, she should be allowed to spend time with her love.

But the fact that she loved how important Cassian was also did not mean she liked Rhys much. She almost hated him, and would have given him an earful long ago if he hadn't meant so much to her lover. She always pushed it down, trying not to let her anger at not being able to have her lover all to herself cloud her judgement and kill Rhysand the first chance she got.

Y/n knocked on the front door of the town house, smiling at the thought of meeting her lover.

The door opened after a moment, and Azriel, Cassian's other friend, smiled at Y/n from the doorway. "Hey. It's been so long since I last saw you. How have you been?"

Y/n smiled at Azriel, trying not to let the impatience show. "I'm good Azriel. Uh, how are you?"

Azriel gave her a knowing smirk. "I'm good I'm good. Are you here to see Cassian? I think he's a little busy."

Disappointment crashed through Y/n, and she deflated. Now that she thought about it, she should have confirmed with Cassian. After all, they had made the plan to go out a week ago. He might've forgotten or something important might have come up.

Y/n shook her head, smiling at Az. "It's nothing much. We had plans to meet and go out, but I guess not. Just let him know I was here and tell him to come home as soon as he can."

Az looked dumbfounded. "I think Rhys can get someone else to do the work, I- I will talk to Rhys-"

Any other time, Y/n would have gladly taken up that offer, but right now she was pissed at Rhys and wanted to make him feel guilty.

"It's okay, nevermind. Just let him know I was here for Cass and that he ruined all the plans." Y/n winked at the spymaster, on whose face a smirk spread.

"Sure."

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Y/n stared at her father who lay on the bed for a moment, coughs wracking his body before she went to his side, settling on the edge of the bed.

She had walked directly to his home after she found that Cassian was busy. She had nothing else to do, and it had been over ten days since she saw him, so she had to go meet him anyways.

But the moment she entered, she heard him coughing from his room, and she had run up as fast as she could.

"Father? Are you okay?" She questioned as she placed her palm on his forehead.

He was burning up.

He continued coughing as Y/n filled a glass of water for him, bringing it over from the table in the corner. She helped her father sit up, wondering what the hell was going on.

After drinking the water, he calmed down a little, leaning back against the headboard.

He lived alone, all his kids having moved out when they came of age. He'd been pretty happy to have his space all to himself too, always grumbling about his clingy kids and cursing their late mother for not being around to go through the torture alongside him.

"Paa? Are you alright?" Y/n asked after a moment when he remained silent.

He sighed at that, patting the space next to him. "How have you been, my darling child?"

Y/n leaned against him, holding his hand. "I'm very happy, father. But that's not the important thing right now. Have you seen a healer?"

She did not say anything else, waiting for him to tell her what the hell was up.

After a moment, he spoke. "Do you know how your mother passed?"

Y/n's blood chilled, and she sat up straight to look at her father.

"Why are you asking me that?"

He smiled ruefully, ignoring her question. He ran his shaking hand through his thinning dark hair through which his scalp was visible, now turning white at the edges.

"She had been so healthy." He mumbled, more to himself than her. "It was all going so well. But one day, she fell sick. We thought it was a normal fever, that it would go away soon."

He shook his head, laughing a little as he let his hand fall limp at his side, only increasing the bad feeling in Y/n's stomach. "What are you trying to say paa?"

Again, she was ignored. "Her condition only worsened. I should not have listened to her and got a healer. Alas, I was madly in love and did not want to upset your mother. Curse her for being so selfless."

Tears shone in the eyes Y/n had inherited, and her heart squeezed at the longing in that all knowing gaze. Her father had always been a strong male, never showing emotions considered negative in front of his kids, so watching him cry now was like a bolt directly to Y/n's heart.

He hadn't even shed a tear at his wife's death, and Y/n, being an angsty adolescent, had resented him a little for what she assumed was the lack of love for her mother. She had grown to understand that all he wanted was to be strong for his kids and he thought that shedding tears with them would make him weak.

"She did not want a healer to come see her, because back then, we were not as well off. It was either get a healer, or feed the four kids. For her, suffering was a better option than starving her kids."

Y/n's father coughed again, and Y/n rubbed back until he calmed. With a sigh, he continued.

"When her sickness worsened to the point where she started begging for the sweet release of death, I dragged a healer back home. I had fought her, yelling at her for being so- so uncaring." A sob ripped out of his chest, tears slipping down his sagging cheeks. Y/n did not move to wipe them, despite how much she wanted to for fear of breaking this moment.

"But it was too late by then. On my way back with the healer, I had planned to apologise for yelling at her. We were both so young, and you were an unplanned surprise. We did not know what to do. And then you grew up so fast, and your mother wanted more kids. We had no idea how to navigate life. It was hard. And sometimes these feelings would just... burst out. And I know it is no excuse for my harsh words, but I have nothing else to blame but myself."

Her father lifted a weathered hand to rest upon her head, and she leaned her head down, laying her head on his lap to hide her tears. "When I reached home, you told me your mother had stopped coughing. I thought it was some miracle and that she'd healed. But then I went to check on her and she... she'd passed." His voice broke on that, and Y/n's throat constricted at the pain in his voice.

"The healer found out that she'd acquired a rare disease, even for mortals, who acquire diseases left and right. It was highly contagious, so that meant I was at high risk-"

Y/n didn't let him complete, sitting up straight faster than she could think. "What? Don't tell me you-"

"Are sick with with the same disease? Yes. It had apparently been lying low in my body, and now it's acting up."

"Paa..." Y/n spoke on a broken breath, the tears finally spilling over her cheeks.

Her father smiled sadly. "I've sent letters to all the kids to come visit me. They don't know that I'm sick, just that I want to see them. I do not think I have much time, but-"

He coughed, and Y/n watched helplessly, knowing she could do nothing but watch and curse the mother.

"Papa, why did you not tell them that you're sick?! They would have raced home if they knew-"

"Yes, but I did no want to bother them. I am old as it is. I would have died no matter what. I'm just dying today instead of tomorrow. What's the big deal? They anyways have more important things to do and care about than this old skeleton covered with flesh."

His entire body shook at the next fit of coughs, and he doubled over.

Y/n, unable to sit and watch his misery any longer, stood. "Papa, I will go get a healer. I'm sure there's a solution."

Her father glanced at her with a small, knowing smile as he settled back, slithering down to lie on his back. "Alright my child. I will just rest for a minute here. Sleep a little." He grunted before he finally settled down, calm overtaking his features. His next words were soft, mumbled on an exhale. "I love you, my little princess."

Despite not wanting to believe the fact, Y/n knew his soul had left his body before that final sigh did.

Y/n knew that the sweet embrace of death had claimed him before sleep could.

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The door creaked open, soft light from the lanterns outside spilling through the crack in the door as Cassian shouldered his way in, mumbling to himself.

"I fucking hope Rhys gets burning diarrhea. Bastard." He muttered under his breath as he shut the door softly behind him, trying to make as little noise as possible in the darkened house, the only light source the lamps outside.

In the dark, Y/n could not see what he was doing, but she did not have to wait long. The faelights came on, and she found Cassian standing in the middle of the foyer, his hands outstretched out towards the lights.

He jumped when he realised that Y/n was sitting against the wall nearby, staring at him. He grinned wide before faltering, taking in the state of his lover. He quickly made his way over to where Y/n sat, her knees pulled up to her chest.

"My love, are you aright?"

Y/n could do nothing but stare, her eyes vacant and body numb. She had no more tears to give, so she simply stared at her lover as he tried to fuss over her. "He's gone."

Cassian gave her a cautious look, and Y/n could see the wheels churning in his head as he tried to think of a way to get more information out of her.

She spared him the effort.

"My father. He passed."

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Cassian Taglist: @moonlwghts @samslittlespoon

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☆ - tsitp masterlist - ☆

keys : ✧ - fluff | ✵ - smut | ✣ - angst | ® - requested

series !

conrad fisher

before everything happened (conrad fisher imagine) ✣ ✧

summary: being belly & steven’s older sibling has it’s pros and cons. protecting them and taking care of them is a must, but do you really have to put their feelings first instead of your own?

chapter one ; chapter two ; chapter three ; chapter four ; chapter five ; chapter six (COMPLETED)

after everything that happened (conrad fisher imagine) SEQUEL TO BEFORE EVERYTHING HAPPPENED.

summary: now that your life has turned upside down, are you still willing to put your siblings' feelings first? or would you rather fight for your feelings and do what makes you happy regardless of the consequences that might result in the future?

chapter one ; chapter two ; chapter three ; chapter four ; chapter five ; chapter six ; chapter seven ; chapter eight (COMPLETED)

steven conklin

we were something, don’t you think so? (conrad fisher/steven conklin imagine) ®✧

summary: growing up with the conklins and the fishers has been a wonderful experience for you; you feel as if you were a part of another family. your days of stress as a child were over well, at least you thought that was the case not until you had to choose between your two childhood bestfriends, the one who did you wrong and the one who has been waiting his entire life for your decision.

chapter one ; chapter two ; chapter three (COMPLETED)

one shots !

platonic

your brother Conrad Fisher taking care of you (siblings fic) ✧ ®

summary: you and Conrad were supposed to go to the deb ball to practice with your own date but you got sick and now Conrad had to take care of you because your mom and Jeremiah were out of town.

surfing lessons with your brother Conrad Fisher (siblings fic) ✧ ®

summary: you asked your brother if you can learn how to surf, both knowing that your mom doesn’t allow me, but how can your brother say no to you? he had a soft spot for you.

your brother Jeremiah and Conrad Fisher takin care of you (siblings fic) ✧ ®

summary: you went to the beach because you wanted to surf but you got stung by a jellyfish, now your two brothers are taking care of you.

jeremiah and conrad fisher helping you after your boyfriend cheated on you ✧ ®

summary: after finding out that your ex boyfriend cheated in you, your two brothers took matters with their own hands.

lovers

you’re losing me - blondie’s vault (conrad fisher imagine) ✣ ®

summary: what else can you do when you see the love of your life looking at someone else like how you look at him?

invisible string - taylor swift (conrad fisher imagine) (A SEQUEL TO YOU’RE LOSING ME) ✧ ✣

summary: they did say that when two people are meant to be together, they will eventually find a way back to each other. however, are you ready to open your heart again to a person who has broken it in the past?

conrad fisher comforting you while you are in your period ✧ ®

summary: you and conrad were supposed to hang out but you got your period so he decided to take care of you and be the good boyfriend that he is

cupid’s chokehold - gym class heroes (conrad fisher imagine) ✧ ®

summary: conrad bringing his girlfriend that is absolutely all cutesy and pink home, introducing her to the conklins and the fisher.

melting - kali uchis (conrad fisher imagine) ✧ ®

summary: conrad with a touch starved girlfriend. how she craves touch but doesn’t want to ask for it so she’s shy around him, but like melts into him when he hugs or cuddles her.

dont worry - the 1975 (conrad fisher imagine) ✧ ®

summary: conrad came home to seeing you having a panic attack so he did everything to calm you down.

falling for u - peachy! (conrad fisher imagine) ✧ ®

summary: conrad finally had the guts to confess his feelings to the girl that’s been his bestfriends since he was a kid.

i like u - NIKI (conrad fisher imagine) ✧ ®

summary: conrad decided to confess to his bestfriend thinking that she’s asleep but she was awake the whole time.

sleepwell - d4vd (conrad fisher imagine) ✧ ®

summary: conrad stays up with you because you are having a hard time to fall asleep.

XO - beyoncé (conrad fisher imagine) ✧ ®

summary: you’ve always thought about him in a such romantic way so you asked him if he felt the same way which led the both of you to sharing your first kiss.

captivated - IV of spades (conrad fisher imagine). ✧ ®

summary: conrad finally had the guts to ask you out and court you in your traditional way.

nothing’s gonna hurt you baby - cigarettes after sex (conrad fisher imagine) ✧ ®

summary: it was your birthday and belly decided to be a bitch to you and made jokes that weren’t funny at all so conrad being the good boyfriend he is, defended you and made sure that your day won’t be ruined.

i got you - bazzi (conrad fisher imagine) ✧ ®

summary: conrad takes you to the boardwalk for a date but unfortunately you bump into your bullies.

bestfriend - rex orange country (conrad fisher imagine) ✧ ®

summary : the two of you go to the fair and share your first kiss on the ferris wheel

traitor - olivia rodrigo (conrad fisher imagine) ✣ ®

summary: you and conrad recently broke up and you just saw him on a date with your bestfriend

get you - daniel caesar (conrad fisher imagine) ✧

summary: conrad letting bimbo!reader do her own skincare on his face.

something about you - eyedress, dent may (conrad fisher imagine) ✧

summary : how bimbo!reader and conrad first met.

headcanons !

conrad

conrad fisher x filipina!reader

husband!conrad

boyfriend!conrad

conrad fisher x famous!reader

kisses with conrad fisher

conrad x cheerleader!reader

jeremiah

brother!jeremiah

[reareaotaku]

hiii i love ur umbrella academy work!! could u write a one shot abt yandere five and a darling who’s sick with the flu? im sick rn and need some comfort from my comfort character

Of course! [Not a fan of Adrian's actions though... Can't say I'm surprised though... It's so disappointing]

At first it was just a sore throat. You didn't think much about it. You decided to just get something to drink and move on with your day. Though, as the day progresses, it gets worse.

"What the fuck it up with you?"

You don't turn towards Five, because you knew he'd be able to detect you out in a heart beat. You hold in a cough, which causes Five to become more suspicious.

"Nothing."

His eyebrows scrunch together, before humming. He knew something was up and you knew that he knew. The problem is that Five would have never guessed you were sick. And even if he did know, he isn't capable of taking care of someone else; He can barely take care of himself. Besides, you don't trust him.

You awoke the next day with Five standing over you. You were sweaty and hot and freaked out. "What the fuck are you doing?" You manage to get out in a sore tone.

"You're running a fever. I think you're sick."

You look at him confused, before your eyes widen. He knew you were sick. You groan loudly, causing Five to frown.

"Why did you groan?"

"I didn't groan?"

He rolls his eyes but doesn't comment. He pulls out a bottle from his pocket, causing you to look at him confused.

"What's that?"

He doesn't look at you, "Medicine."

"For what?"

"You."

"I'm not sick."

He finally looks up at you, giving you a look that practically says 'I don't believe that shit.' He gives you the medicine, which you reluctantly take.

He's not good at taking care of you at all

He tries, he really does, but it's not something he ever really prepared for

It's hard for him to take care of anyone; But he wants to learn, only for you though

He probably goes to Viktor for advice, because he's the only one Five trust

So when Five does take care of you, you should really be thanking Victor

He's nicer to you than usual, which kind of sets you on edge, because why is he being so nice? You're kind of scared, but he holds himself together to make sure you know he's not faking it

It's also a way for him to prove to you that he can be a good boyfriend and he's perfect for you

Why would you need anyone when he's here? [If you even try, the person is going to disappear, so Five doesn't really have much competition]

But really, he's better at killing people than bringing them back to health

Though, if he does a good job taking care of you, he's flustered when you thank him and are even sweet to him

Maybe you should get sick more?

Because god does he love the attention

[ingravinoveritas]

I personally think its disgusting of what she posted yet again its all about her and she the reason why micheal keeps trending 4th day oh please he was trending for days before she came in the picture. And for someone who has no career and basically living off her parter who works so hard and been ill with virus the last few days and haven't been able to perform and she post this. Taking the credit for something that has nothing to do with her. He very grateful that she keep him grounded what that suppose to mean ? He was doing better before she came in the picture since he been with her his career have been slowed a little and she probably the reason for it

What do u say ?

Oh, boy. I saw this a little while ago, and all I could think was that the bar is so low at this point--like halfway between the fourth and fifth circles of Hell--and this still somehow falls short.

I know there has been a lot of talk about the t-shirt Anna is wearing (which was a gift from a fan at the stage door of Nye), but for me, the t-shirt is the least concerning part of all this. It's a reference to a quote from Staged (it's the title of a season 1 episode, in fact), and I am sure Michael found it funny. The only problem is that without the context of why it's a joke, it actually just isn't that funny. And it sets the stage for everything else that is happening.

Which brings me to the caption she wrote, which was what primarily caught my attention. The reason Michael is currently trending on Twitter (X, whatever we're calling it) is because of the overwhelmingly positive response to The Assembly, which aired last Friday night. He is receiving a tremendous amount of praise for being on the show, how he spoke to the interviewers, and the respectful and joyous atmosphere that was cultivated on the show. And rather than allude to any of that--not to mention Michael being sick recently, or the trip they went on to Disneyland Paris--Anna made Michael trending on Twitter about her.

That is what stands out to me the most. The idea of "keeping him grounded" that is coming across more like kicking someone when he is already down. That he somehow needs that, and that she would have us believe he is "grateful" to her for, what...comparing him to a loud bird? Repeatedly making fun of his looks and interests without a shred of respect or affection behind it? I'm also confused by the implication (and the irony) that Michael somehow has a large ego that needs to be kept in check when she is the one coming across as self-involved in this Insta story. So, yes. I'm at a bit of loss here.

I just keep thinking of the things she could have said instead. How she could have uplifted Michael, wished him well on returning to the stage tonight after several days' absence, said how she was glad to have spent time with him or taken care of him while he was ill. Just something that would give him a reason to hold his head high. But I guess it might just be easier to convince herself/everyone else that he is smiling if his head is hanging down instead.

I am just glad Michael is out performing again tonight and getting to be on stage and do the thing he truly loves to do. But those are my thoughts, and I'd be glad to hear from my followers about what you think, regardless of whether you agree or disagree...

[wannaeatramyeon]

Omg can u js imagine lookism characters fighting you and they end up getting their ass beat by u? Basically js encountering someone that has 10x their own strength and their reactions would be so funny😭😭😭

Have I imagined being the peak of every fandom I have participated in? Yes. Yes I have.

Meeting Lookism Peak... YOU

You are onepunchman-ing through the Lookismverse.

J High Trio

You definitely weren't siding with Logan Lee and Vin Jin (wtf) but this Daniel Park, Vasco and Zack were causing a lot of trouble and you just wanted everyone to stfu so you can get decent grades.

It got even worse when Logan and Vin flanked you and held your hand. What is this throupling? GET OFF ME.

Vasco muttered about you being a bad guy and threw the first punch. Sigh - stupid birds of a stupid feather stupidly flocking together and before long Zack and Daniel joined in.

The strongest guys in J High? Now lying in a heap in a corner. You? Not even a scratch.

You approached them with tears in your eyes: "please, I'm just trying to learn"

Johan

You've acquired 3 new pups: Eden, Miro and Johan

This motherfucker tried to steal your shoes. Who tf does that. You were just minding your own business and walking home so of course you beat his ass.

And since that day, Johan likes to follow you around in the hopes of copying some of your moves. Shame you're able to KO him so quickly he can't copy anything. He learnt his lesson after the 27th time and doesn't try to steal your shoes anymore. He still follows you in case someone else fights you and he gets to copy.

Big Deal

You're the son of Gapryong Kim? Who's that? I'm just minding my own business and got accused of stealing from this street. No I didn't! I didn't even go into that store. THIS IS MY SHIRT.

This random guy is trying to take your clothes from you..what you gonna do? There's perverts everywhere. You tried to play nice and dodge his attacks but enough is enough. You're sick of people trying to steal your clothes and just knock him unconscious with one hit.

Uhhh where is this actual place and why has he got so much back up? This is Big Deal? What are you guys saying you're a Big Deal or... Oh you're actually called Big Deal?! Lol, losers.

Great. Now you're getting attacked by this ponytail guy. Sinu? and his invisible attacks? What invisible attacks. You can see them all clearly. Stop that. It's annoying. Please just SIT. DOWN.

The person with the biggest beef would be the big bald guy though (seriously who brings their dad to a fight?!) Jerry would go absolutely feral when you knocked out Jake. He's no match but every time he saw you after you can just feel the hate radiating.

Eugene & Workers

Sorry to say but this man is boring af. He seen you beating up his 'Gun and Goo' (this will never not be funny) and tried to recruit you.

You're in school. You're not interested in fighting for no 'Workers'. Besides a 9-5 sounds unbelievably boring right now. Why would you want to work and have responsibility when you can mess around all day. Youth IS wasted on the young, this dumbass.

He'll leave you alone as long as you stay out of his way.

Gun & Goo:

These 2 would just Never. Leave. You. Alone.

They've got eyes and ears everywhere so probably heard about one of your past fights.

First they would try to fight you cos of course they would. But the fact that you're so insanely strong and stronger than them turns them from

To

The fact you are so strong? That you could no diff them? They're just literally like wtf. They have never encountered anyone like you. They didn't even know your strength and fighting skills were possible. You will never know peace again.

Gun is more diplomatic and tries to approach you whenever he can to be his successor and just wanting to know who and what you are. But ultimately he will be itching for a fight each time. You're tired of this guy ripping his clothes off and squaring up to you.

And Goo is a fucking menace. After turning down Goo once to be his secret friend, he's just waiting around every corner with a steel pipe.

Are flies constantly buzzing around not annoying? Looks like you're stuck having to beat these guys up now and then to get them to fuck off and give you some peace but they still always return.

Samuel:

Oh boy. This man and his inferiority complex. He heard Goo mention you just the once ONCE and he got all worried about his Secret Friend status.

He uses his resources to find out about you but you seemed to live a relatively normal and quiet life.

Sammy is still threatened though and goes after you with his brass knuckles. Ok first you had people stealing your shoes and clothes, now you have a third homicidal maniac coming after you. Maybe you should just move.

You feel bad when he starts to have a breakdown after you beat him up. Then that bastard tries to bite your ankles so 🤷🏻‍♀️

DG: I can tell you the secrets to your powers

You: I don't care man, fuck off

DG: jk idk anything lol

[lolhex12]

we don't talk enough abt akutagawa's cough / lung disease (chronic&terminal) yet it has so much angst potential?? anywayy

after the current arc, atsushi knows akutagawa is actively dying and he's the only one who does bc akutagawa didn't tell anyone else abt it. (altho, in all honesty, the amount this man coughs should at least hint at it. i'm honestly amazed not more ppl in the story are concerned abt it)

so, the next mission they have together, akutagawa coughs and atsushi is now aware what it really means, so he wonders out loud with nonchalance masking his concern: "hey, so like, do you think yosano's ability would help with your cough and all? would it go away then?"

akutagawa, wiping his mouth, slightly annoyed: "how would i now? i'm not well-acquainted with your coworkers, weretiger, therefore it's none of my concern. and even then, i wouldn't trust any ada members with my issues, nor my life."

atsushi finds his words a bit sus bc 'u do trust me tho', but doesn't say it out loud and they leave it at that.

somehow, it becomes a regular thing. every time they have a mission together and atsushi hears his partner cough, he presents more ideas of how they could cure a terminal lung disease, and they vary in absurdity as he runs out of inspiration.

his ideas range from mere "have you tried going to a doctor?" (<- at which akutagawa stares in disbelief: "you either think i'm an idiot, or you are the idiot. which one is it?" and atsushi pouts bc 'ok yeah, fair... but also, rude') to insanities like "maybe witchcraft would help! i could look up witches in the area and see if black magic or something has any luck." (<- at which akutagawa is so done he doesn't even entertain the idea and just keeps walking)

they never follow through with any idea tho, bc akutagawa stubbornly refuses to waste time on trying to find a cure when his time on earth already is very limited.

it should also be noted that each time the cough gets worse; louder, rougher, more persistent and even bloody, which only makes atsushi more and more worried.

so one time, akutagawa's particularly annoyed by atsushi's insane and stupid ideas. he turns to him and point-blank asks: "why do even care so much whether i succumb to my illness or not? surely, my death should only leave you overjoyed to see the world be rid of one more evil."

that makes atsushi think bc 'why? why does he care whether akutagawa lives or dies? he's right, a bad person like a mafioso dying should be a good thing.'

after lengthy contemplation he comes to the conclusion that he simply cannot have his sworn enemy/rival/partner die from something as pathetic as a disease. someone as strong as akutagawa has to die in a more memorable way - not alone, in a bed, coughing, with nothing more to be remembered by. if anything he'd have to die fighting atsushi or something. yeah that's it. that's why. (<- it's not, but they're not quite there yet)

so atsushi tells him as much. akutagawa accepts it bc 'yeah, makes sense. what else could the reason be?'

the whole routine of coughing and brainstorming a solution in vain continues as the ideas get even more insane, the cough even worse and atsushi more concerned than ever.

the next time akutagawa is annoyed enough to pose the question again, atsushi is close to tears from anxiety as he holds up akutagawa who collapsed and can't seem to subdue his cough properly.

atsushi struggles to get out the water bottle and cough drops he'd started carrying around on their missions together. he's so scared bc he's never seen akutagawa look so sick and frail before (but not weak. never weak. akutagawa could never be weak in atsushi's eyes. it's impossible, bc akutagawa being strong is a simple, unchangeable fact, constant in any possible universe).

what would he do if akutagawa actually died there? in his arms? on a mission? which would probably get cancelled. would the pm think atsushi killed him? does he bring back the body or just bury it somewhere? pretend he got killed on the mission and not by his own body that had turned on him years ago and was in reality a long time coming? he couldn't even bear to think abt it.

"why tf do u care so much??" akutagawa yells with a scratchy voice before his cough continue despite his best efforts to stop.

atsushi can barely breathe anymore. "because i don't want you to die, you idiot! we're a team! you're my partner. who will i be left with if you go?" tears stream down his face, mainly from how overwhelming his anxiety feels. or maybe bc he really doesn't want his partner to die? nah, it's the anxiety. definitely the anxiety. (<- #denial)

akutagawa, at first embarrassed how his collapse derailed their mission bc goddammit he's supposed to be a professional and not let his issues interfere with his job, pauses when he sees atsushi crying... for him? because of him? ???

he's very confused bc he's pretty sure his rival/enemy/partner should not be so concerned abt his health and impending death, but something abt atsushi's expression and that whole situation makes him rethink his outlook on life.

that's when akutagawa starts taking his health more seriously and actively looks for possible, feasible ways to cure his disease, even if there's only a small chance it'll actually work. bc seeing atsushi like that made him realize there are a handful of people who care abt him and would mourn him if he died; more than just his sister and higuchi.

it made him realize his life had a bigger impact on others than he'd previously thought, not all of it bad.

[sleepyhead0720]

Hiii, saw your request is open and I rlly love your writing style! Can I request a fluffy Sanji x Reader where Reader and Sanji are pining for each other and the whole crew is just tired of it, esp Nami and Robin because the couple think that their crush with one another is unrequited. Thus, the crew devised a plan to make them confess to one another.

Tysm and I hope u have a nice day <3

Aww tysm! I hope you enjoy it<3

I wish you a good day too:))

Masterlist

Feels for you

“How long have they been at this?”

Robin glanced at Sanji who was all over you,

“I believe it’s been about a week or two”

She said looking down at her book

Nami huffed

“And the both of em haven’t made a move yet?”

Robin shrugged

Nami looked at the two of you, Sanji was giving you some fresh food in the shape of hearts as he looked at you like a lovesick idiot

You, with obvious blush, ate the fruits that he offered you while thanking him.

It was ridiculously obvious how the two of you felt for each other, atleast for Robin and nami

“Hey you guys! Come here!”

Nami whispered at the rest of the crew

As everyone gathered inside, nami began to speak

“Have you guys noticed sanji and y/n?”

Luffy looked confusingly at nami as he ate a piece of meat Sanji cooked for him

“Now that you mentioned it, he has been giving them special attention compered to the two of you” said usopp

Zoro hummed, still sleepy

“Right??”

Nami sighed

Luffy and chopper looked at each other confusingly

“Why? Is anything wrong with them?”

Asked chopper

Usopp turned an whispered something to chopper, then at luffy

“WHA-mph!?”

Nami covered choppers mouth as she whispered yelled at chopper to be quiet

“Ohhh that’s why Sanji has been giving extra food to y/n!”

Luffy laughed as he finished his meal

“Im sick of those to simping for each other and not saying anything!”

Robin chuckled

“If you really don’t like it, you can always give them a little push,”

Nami looked at Robin surprised

“Robin that’s a great idea!”

Nami clapped her hands together

“Ok, everyone! Here’s the plan!”

/——————————————————————-\

“Y/nnnn!” Luffy yelled

Both you and Sanji looked at the hungry captain

“What do you want now luffy?” Sanji asked tired of him already

Luffy seemed to pause as if thinking back to something

“Oh yea! Y/n could you help me with something?”

You stared at him confused

“Uhh yea sure!”

He suddenly carried you and began to take you somewhere in the ship

“Luffy! Slow down!”

“Ah! Sorry y/n!”

He gently put you down

“What did you need help with?”

“Oh, I actually wanted to ask you something!”

You tilted your head at him

“Uh sure? What did you wanna ask me?”

He thought for a moment

“How do you know when you like someone?”

/——————————————————————-\

“Oi, love cook”

“What do you want now moss-head?”

Sanji groaned as he turned to Zoro who was now walking towards him

“So who’s the unlucky girl?”

“Huh??”

Zoro smirked at him

“Cmon, i know you like y/n, it’s pretty obvious by the way you treat her compered to everyone else”

Sanji blushed and looked away

“Ho-how??- that’s none of your business !”

Zoro’s smirk widened

“Oh but it is! Cause I like her too,”

Sanji quickly turned towards zoro shocked

He laughed

“In fact, I’m planning to confess to her once luffy brings her back”

Sanji glared at the swordsmen

“Don’t you dare!”

Zoro laughed more

“I’ll make you a deal since Im so nice, if you confess first, I’ll forgot about my little crush on her, but if I do it first, I think we both know what’ll happen”

Sanji seemed to glare at him even more

“Oh we’ll speak of the devil”

Zoro smiled as he turned towards you and Luffy walking towards them

“Oi! Y/n could I take to you?”

“DONT you dare moss-head!”

Sanji yelled at Zoro as he raced towards you

You tilted your head, confused

“Uhh sure?”

Zoro smirked and whispered something to Sanji which made him blush hard

“Erm… y/n could I talk to you in private?”

He said nervously

“Sure!”

The two of you walked away from Luffy and Zoro

The rest of the crew came out of their hiding spots

“All that is left is for Sanji to make the first step”

Nami smirked

“Finally!”

“Oi nami, where’s my booze?”

“AND my food!”

/——————————————————————-\

“So what did you wanna talk about?”

You turned to Sanji, a light blush in your cheeks

“Uhm well there’s something that I’ve been wanting to tell you for a long time…”

‘Could it be?’

You blushed at the idea

“Yea?”

He stayed quiet

“Y/n, i-erm….I like you, and not just as a friend! I like you more then that…. And uh…. You don’t have to return my feelings but I just wanted to let you know that….”

He avoided eye contact with you as he his blush worsened

You blushed at his words as a smile appeared on your face.

“Im glad Sanji, cause I may have the same feelings for you too!”

He turned to you surprisingly but that being replaced by a big lovesick smile on his face too

He approached you slowly and hesitantly wrapped his arms around you while giving your forehead a kiss

You hugged him back while inhaling his scent happy that you wouldn’t spend more time with your hidden feelings about him.

|———————————————————————|

[deerlottie]

lottienat x reader for the fluff alphabet? 👀

forgive me i skipped a couple letters bc i didnt know how to respond 😭

a = affection; is anyone more overly affectionate than the others? when it comes to physical vs verbal, who prefers what? lottie is DEF the most affectionate!! she'll take anything - physical, verbal, it doesnt matter. nat, on the other hand, is definitely much more of a verbal type of person. she'll shyly asks how you are or whisper in your ear that she loves you ;( but she really does love to hold ur pinkyyy >___<

b = bed; what’s the sleeping situation like? are there regular sleeping arrangements - does anyone like to sleep alone? NATTY IN THE MIDDLEEEEEE!!!! she secretly loves it...she feels so comfy n cozy when you and lottie rest your heads on her shoulder/chest when sleeping :( it also helps her fall asleep faster.

c = comfort; when someone’s feeling down, how do the rest look after them? nat shows it more in actions than words. if you or lottie are feeling down, she'll bring your favorite food or just get in bed and cuddle without saying anything. lottie just really wants to help and will do anything in her power to make you two feel better. she knows sometimes you or nat don't like to talk about your feelings so she'll talk for you. just letting you know she's here for you without trying to baby you too much yk. but if you wanna be pampered she can do that!!!!!!!

d = dates; what do dates look like? who usually plans them, or are is it a group affair? usually you or lottie plan them! nat is perfectly fine with just staying at home and being with you two so going out doesnt really matter. but, if lottie really wants to take you two to the mall and steal shop for you guys, she's more than willing. even tho she'll grumble the whole time about how she could be comfy on the couch >_> and it's most definitely a group affair. if anyone's missing, it just doesn't feel right.

e = events; who drags everyone else to their family/friends’ events? lottie....if we're talking pre-crash, she ABSOLUTELY needs you and nat at a family event. she just cant handle it alone. even though it's still shitty, you two being there with her makes it even just a little better :3

f = fights; are arguments something that happen often? what are they over, and how are they resolved? usually over jealously i feel..nat knows that you both love her equally but she cant help but get insecure sometimes :( it'll just be a bad week for her and she sees you and lottie be overly affectionate and it gets to her head. slight yelling match that ends up with her or all of you crying but lottie's always so good with resolving fights :( if it's lottie starting an argument, i feel it'd last a few days until she eventually realizes how stupid it was to get angry over and bashfully comes crawling back with gifts and apologies

g = getting together; how did it all come about? were there any pre-existing relationships between them? i love the idea of you being with lottie and nat just being like "scoot over, i love yall!!" 😭 there was always this obvious tension between you three and nat would always make 'jokes' about threesomes but she was serious!!!! she's lowkey been trying to tell you but shes sick of u and lottie not taking the hint so she just blurts out that she wants to be with both of you during a hangout

h = hobbies; does anyone share any hobbies/passions? how do they include the rest of their partners in them? perhaps self indulgent...but lottie's really into photography! specifically film. she has her own darkroom in a spare bathroom and you and nat helped her set it up :3 she loves to take pictures of you and nat too :( almost half her rolls are of you two and she's made a couple of prints that she has hung up on a wall. i've posted about this before but nat is your little arty farty gf 😇 you n lottie are her biggest sources of inspo and she has dozens of paintings/sculptures that she's made for you. she loves watching you try and make something for her using any medium >_< once, you stole some of her clay and made her a cigarette tray with tits on it 😭😭 they looked more like lumps but she got the vision <3

i = in sickness and in health - when someone falls ill, who’s the carer and who’s the germaphobe? is there anyone that resists being looked after? lottie is most def the carer :3 she loves to pamper you and nat whenever youre sick like she'd genuinely do anything you ask. when nat's sick, she'll act like it's the end of the world and pretend to hate the way lottie babies her but we all know she secretly loves it...esp those tummy rubs.

j = joker; who’s got the best sense of humour? do they like to tease and banter with everyone else? natty :p shes the jokester of the group, along with van, and plays the most pranks. she knows her limits with teasing tho. she learned her lesson when she accidentally made you cry and lottie yelled at her

k = knowing; who can read their partners like a book? is there anyone who’s got their walls up, even around their partners? lottielottielottie!!! she knows what's wrong from a mile away. and of course shes the best gf ever so she knows what to do. nat definitely still has some walls up but she's working on communicating her feelings with you both :(

l = lavish; is there anyone who really likes to treat their partners/show them off? how do the rest tend to react - who revels in it, and who’s made shy by it? you love being shown off.. i feel like they'd do it the same amount?!!! lottie being like "and one lemonade for my beautiful girlfriend/boyfriend, please, waiter!" at a cafe and ur just hiding behind the menu and blushing.

m = memories - is anyone more on the sentimental side? secretly nat...catching her looking thru old photos and stroking them 😭😭 she'll act like she was just looking for a specific one or just throw the book at you while running away LMAO

n = nights; what’s the nighttime routine like when they’re all together? you all really just fall asleep when you feel like it. sometimes nat falls asleep on the couch but she'll always wake up and go back in bed :( you and lottie have more a routine of falling asleep together (she's the little spoon)

p = pda; what’s pda like with them? is there anyone who loves it, and anyone who’s less fond of it? what actions/words does it manifest as? they're all for it!!! some days nat just wants to hold your hand and that's it, but when she's feeling really needy or lovey dovey, she's all up on you!!!! lottie is much more affectionate and acts like those couples in the hall in high school....

s = sharing; is there anyone who’s particularly territorial of their partners? nat :33333 someone will make the mistake of flirting with you/lottie at a party and Will ruin their whole night and you end up having to hold nat back from punching them 😭 LOTTIE THO....when she gets jealous it's genuinely scary....she wont talk and will just stare daggers at whoever is trying to take you or nat until they leave.

t = terms of endearment; nicknames! who’s crazy on them, and who do they make cringe? what’re the go-to’s? both pretty chill on them i feel!? nat especially. the most she'll call you is babe or baby. lottie will use honey, dear, angel, and ofc baby/babe :3

v = vacations; how do holidays go? are they big exotic trips, or the occasional staycation? when nat plans the vacations, it's usually a staycation. there's really nothing more she loves than just chilling at home with you two on her side and watching a movie or show. she doesnt need to book a fancy and expensive hotel to show her love. lottie on the other hand... they're not too grand but she loves europe...France is her favorite...perhaps just an excuse to show off her french skills

x = xoxo; who checks up on their partners a lot when they’re apart? do they call, or are texts enough to make them feel close? they both text you constantly, even when you're just at the store. they dont really call that much unless it's an emergency or they just really miss your voice. nat really blows up your phone tho...esp when you're in class like she's asking about ANYTHING because she just wants to talk to you

y = yearn; who misses their partners the easiest (ie, calls them to hear their voices when all they’ve done is run to the grocery store)? ^NATTY. lottie will show how much she missed you when you get home by not letting you go until she thinks she's okay again (shes dramatic).

z = zealous; who was especially eager in their pursuit of the relationship? was anyone more reserved in their want for it? you were all pretty open and okay with letting nat in and no one had any doubts or hesitation!! it was the best decision of your lives!!!!! nat was eager to be let in tho LMAO she just really loved you guys </3

[hmshermitcraft]

Etho isn't fae. Like actually, no tricks or puzzles or anything, he's a human guy just trying to get through this semester. Unfortunately his college is by The Woods and fae hunters and paranormal experts keep trying to Track Him Down or something. He can't get any peace!!

So no, he's not fae, what he is, is autistic and homeless. So all the strange social rules that fae follow and adhere to and the "lurking in the woods past any time people should be out" are explained with supernatural bullshit and not explained with the failure of the economic system and disability. He's got some weird texture stuff too, wind on his skin feels like knives and pins and needles so he wears a mask and covers up even when it's hot just to avoid the hell that is Air Movement.

He's currently squatting in an old abandoned bomb shelter from the ww2 days in the woods behind campus, he showers at the gym and eats for free with his meal voucher, it's honestly not too terrible. Yes the temperature control is shit but he'd rather be here than in a shelter somewhere, another failure of society he thinks.

Anyway, one day he's followed "home". The man's got a camera and is hell bent on "exposing the fae of the woods" or whatever. Etho didn't realize he was being followed, the man was sneaky and Etho had been on the edge of completely melting down for about 6 hours so he didn't think to check his back.

Bdubs kicks down the door to the shelter, not finding something unknown to the human eye and instead finding Etho, sat on the ratty couch that came with the place, shoveling plain crackers down his gullet by the light of a battery powered camping lamp.

Bdubs screams, Etho screams, Bdubs tries to run and instead smacks face first into the concrete doorframe, Etho laughs at him, they make introductions over a bloody nose and stale crackers, bdubs puts the camera away.

"what do you know about the fae of the woods?" Bdubs asks after a minute

"I am the fae of the woods, people are more comfortable with the thought of a supernatural being than the crisis of homelessness"

"dude."

Bdubs starts visiting after that, they explore the deeper areas of the bunker with a flashlight more powerful than Etho's lamp, he's stayed in the main room this whole time so the inner areas of his house are unknown to both of them. Bdubs can't solve Etho's problems but he can keep him company and bring him apple juice and a new pillow.

Bdubs clears his name at school too, saying that the "fae" was just a hungry raccoon or something. Without the rumors floating around school gets better and he and Bdubs get closer over the summer.

Junior year Bdubs gets a double with someone who dropped out the first week, it's already paid for and nobody else is gonna use it so Etho moves in. Bdubs gets him a bedspread and toiletries and even a stuffed bear full of beans, the weight is nice after a long day. With a stable housing situation Etho is able to get a job on campus, they go shopping together and Bdubs calls it a date more than once. Etho, now equipped with comfortable clothes, climate control and lots of feelings about his friend, asks Bdubs if he wants to go to Panera bread with him, as a date. You know, like boyfriends would.

They push their beds together a few months later and by graduation they move into a little apartment. Being the Fae of the Woods was horrible but it did end up getting Etho his husband, so. Upsides, y'know?

-s (who is so sick and tired of being Othered and seen and something to be avoided cause of disability. i'm projecting, can u tell?)

Bdubs likes to joke that he did expose the Fae of the woods... Just as a big softie that blushes every time Bdubs holds his hands! Etho whacks him, before hiding his face in Bdubs' shoulder like that'll save him.

There was a point that Etho didn't think he'd have his own space to decorate - nevermind somebody to share it with. Now, he can make it perfect. Acoustic cork panels on the walls, a weighted blanket at the bottom of the bed. Temperature that he's able to control! And surrounded by all of Bdubs' plants, and Bdubs himself. He doesn't think he could ask for anything more.