When you are a purple dog named Courage, and you live in the middle of nowhere with an old sweet lady and mean old man, and from time to time you get a little scared by all the monsters who be creeping up at your house
bad/lack of references for characters impacts the price, i’ll warn you if thats the case
GEMSONA DESIGN $25 + reference sheet of choice
CHARACTER DESIGN $200 + reference sheet of choice
These prices are for the design itself plus a reference sheet of your choice. You can choose from two reference sheets:
colored sketch: $35 for back and front + $10 additional angle each example:
flat color: $60 for back and front + $25 for additional angle each (same as in the illustration category)
Each design comes with a PSD file. You can give me some text about the character to compose into the image. I can also add objects and small references for body parts. Pricing is the same as ‘additional costs’ in the ‘illustration’ category.
You get the rights to use the character and the reference sheet however you want, including commercially (in case of non-gem charas).
send in requests to my mail: firstname.lastname@example.org
we discuss the price after you contact me and we determine what exactly you want me to do.
I accept payment through PAYPAL ONLY. my paypal address is email@example.com. I will send you an invoice.
I am 100% ok with NSFW stuff!
please provide CLEAR REFERENCES for characters. if you don’t have them or want me to make something up/improvise, it’s fine by me, but this will affect the price.
if I’m unable to finish the piece for whatever reason, you get the full refund.
if you want something very specific in terms of action or pose, references are very welcome!
as for what i’m not going to draw, just ask, i’ll tell you if i consider it acceptable or not.
Aside from all that, I’m always open for discussion. If you have something specific in mind, don’t be afraid to ask!
Also if something is unclear to you, ask via mail, I’ll gladly answer any questions you might have!
Ok guys, so I hate that I’m gonna have to make this post but I really need help.
i just discovered this morning, just as i was headed to work, that i’d been laid off. I was working two jobs to supplement my living expenses, but as you can guess, losing my second job is gonna make not being homeless difficult. I don’t know what else to do, i’m scrambling to find a second job, but until then i’m just kind of pissing in the wind.
The only thing i can think to do is open commissions and hope I get some takers until I’m employed again.
All transactions will he conducted using paypal. (Assuming I get any)
**PLEASE NOTE–this is not meant to guilt anyone into helping me, this isn’t meant to make anyone feel bad. If you don’t have money, that’s fine!!! Even if you do, and you don’t feel like my work is for you, that’s also fine, please just understand im trying to keep my head above water. **
A reblog would do wonders; spreading the word would make all the world to me.
If you’re interested, please tell me what you’d like and provide references.
***I am open to NSFW, but it will not be posted on this blog, and I do have boundaries I will not cross. That said, lets get on with it. I’m sorry this price sheet is so slap dash, but I’ve had no time to prepare anything.***
Sketch work Price: USD 5.00 - 10.00 Slots: 2
1-3 Days (depending on work load)
A sketch of the character or characters. The base cost for a single character with no background is $5. For every additional character there is an additional $3.
Aside from the standing pattern there is as well a sitting one! Here is an example of an OC, it goes with the same prices as the standing ones~
For every other AU Sans you’d might want to commission me with: It depends on their clothing and amount of details. If they are similar to one of the main three, I might be able to do them, though I will decide individually if I take the commission and for what price. Feel free to ask me about it x)
Accessoires like bones, souls and so on, (the things they can hold in their hands) and things like collars will cost 5€ extra each accessory.
Shipping is not for free and can be (depending on the country you come from) pretty high. Keep that in mind please :)
The plushies are made of soft plush minky and felt. The patterns are made by myself and still worked on. I use a sewing machine and simple hand-sewing. The arms are movable and the faces are all uniquely made of felt sewed to the minky, the jacket is to be opened and closed with Velcro. The plushs can be ordered with magnets so they can hold small stuff in their hands like plush hearts or bone attacks x) Their clothes are completely removable except the tank-top for their arms are attached to them. There is also an elastic band in their pants to make sure it fits the plush. :) Each plush is around 35cm from head to toe. Everything I do is completely self thought and not perfect. I’m still learning with every plush and trying to get better so please, if you’re commissioning me, tell me in a formal way if something bothers you or should be changed and I will see what I can do :) Please consider that since they’re Sans and only have low health they won’t survive washing machines x)
let’s talk about some rules :) -I will work on 2 Sans’ at a time. If you’re planning to get all 3 of them Sanses at once we can discuss how to deal with it in PM to save shipping costs :)
-I’m still going to school and only do the sewing in my free time, so please don’t rush me. I don’t mind you asking for updates and I want to work close to you so we can make you your own unique plush, but if you’re getting on my nerves it will only slow the progress down
-As said I want to make your plush special, so if you wish for certain details please tell me and I will try my best to get it as close to your imagination as possible. If you can Show/draw me a reference of what you imagine them to look like it would be the easiest for me, however describing works as well :)
-I would prefer sending the plush insured to make sure it comes to your place safely, which however will rise the price. You can ask me privately if you want to know what the shipping costs would be and if you know a cheaper way please feel free to tell me. I’ll send them from Germany :)
-I’d prefer PayPal for the payment and if you’re commissioning me I would like a partial payment, means half of the price before I start with your plush and the other half when it’s finished and befor I ship it to your Destination.
It’s just to make sure I don’t get tricked, I hope you understand :)If you want to commission me please take a look in my blog description. I will make sure to update there if commissions are open or closed.
If you have any more questions, feel free to either put them into my askbox or ask me using the private Messenger, I’ll try to answer as soon as possible :)
I Will Personally Put You In This Morgue! (Sherlock)
Request: Sherlock x reader. The reader has a prosthetic leg. Anderson calls her a freak
Warning(s): prosthetic leg (obviously, if that even is a warning), slight language, insults
Word Count: 1,589 (geez)
Reader Gender: Female (if this was supposed to be male/nonbinary PLEASE TELL ME AND I WILL FIX IT)
Authors Note: SO SO SO SORRY ON HOW LATE THIS IS! I’ve had a lot of schoolwork and I’ve been out, but here it is. It was also a little challenging to write so I hope I did it correctly. I hope you like this, anon. :) Personally I can’t stand Anderson so I love this.
Another Authors Note: This takes place in “The Great Game” (s1e3) for reference. I tried to get it as close as possible, but I did have to change it up some for the request. :)
“He’s not gay! Why do you have to spoil-he’s not!”
That’s what I hear as I step into the room. I see Molly standing at the end of a table. Sherlock is at the other end looking into a microscope, with John behind him. I had been outside of the building talking to Lestrade about the case, when John texted me, telling me to come in. Apparently, he had done that so that he would not be alone when this argument went down. Really, I had to walk all the way down here for this?
“With that level of personal grooming?” Sherlock says, snorting. It comes off as a question, but I know he doesn’t mean it that way. He looks up from the microscope, and glances at me. His hand moves to gesture toward an empty chair, and I accept gratefully. I hope I’m not blushing too much at him helping me.
“Because he puts a bit of product in his hair?” John asks, “I put product in my hair.” I giggle at how offended he looks.
“You wash your hair,” Sherlock responds, “there’s a difference.” He turns to Molly. “No,no - tinted eyelashes; clear signs of taurine cream around the frown lines; those tired clubber’s eyes. Then there’s his underwear.”
“His underwear?” Molly looks dumbfounded, raising her eyebrows as she speaks. I look at him too, wondering where he’s going with this.
”Visible above the waistline – very visible; very particular brand,” He says, leaning toward the Petri dishes. He pulls out a slip of paper, then says:
“That, plus the extremely suggestive fact that he just left his number under this dish her…and I’d say you’d better break it off now and save yourself the pain.” Damn. At least he’s thorough. Molly runs out of the room, and I turn to Sherlock.
“Charming,” I say, rolling my eyes. Even though they’re blunt, I think it’s amazing how he is able to make his deductions. But, people get hurt sometimes. He looks over his shoulder at me.
“Isn’t it kinder to save her the time?” He asks, and I shake my head. He shrugs and looks over to John. He points to the shoes, the actual case itself.
“Off you go,” he says to John. The man looks surprised, but picks up the shoes to attempt to get as much information as possible. Sherlock gets up, walks over, and sits down next to me.
“I still don’t quite understand how you manage to walk so well on that leg,” he says. His voice is slow, as if he’s trying not to offend me. Strange, I think, with others he wouldn’t care. I look over at him and shrug.
“I’ve gotten used to it,” I say as I place my hand on the prosthetic. As I do, my mind goes back to the accident. Riding in the taxi, when another car runs into the side. My leg pinned, people trying to get me out, but I couldn’t. The pain, the excruciating pain all in my leg. When people finally got me out and got me to the hospital, only to be told I’d have to lose my leg. The grief that followed.
A hand on my shoulder brings me back to reality. I look to see Sherlock looking at me. Maybe I’m imagining it, but I swear I saw concern all over his face. As I start to say something, the door opens. In walks Lestrade and the rest of the team, including the irritating Anderson.
“Find anything?” Lestrade asks. He looks at John, but we all know the question is for any of us. Sherlock jumps up and walks to John.
“Tell me what you’ve found, doctor,” Sherlock says. John starts rattling off different things to do with the shoes. I get up to go look at the Petri dish still under the microscope’s eye. As I walk over, I can feel eyes on me. People always look at me strangely, due to the way I walk, so it doesn’t faze me much. I sit down at the microscope and look into it, only for someone pull on my wrist. I look over, annoyed at being drawn away from the case, and see Anderson.
Stupid prick. I roll my eyes and pull my arm out of his grasp. When I head for the microscope, he pulls it away from me. Reaching to grab it, I step off of the stool. Thanks to my prosthetic, however, I lose my balance and have to grab onto the counter to stay upright. He smirks at me, then gets up in my face.
“You’re pathetic, Y/N,” he sneers, “and a freak. You can’t do anything on your own. You think you’re smart but you’re as smart as a rock. Why don’t you do us a favor and hobble out of here, and let the professionals handle this?”
I sit there, shocked into silence. The words cut through me like razors, and I fight back tears.
Then, I hear a calm, but deadly voice.
“John, take Y/N out please,” Sherlock says. “Everyone else out, except for Anderson.” I see Lestrade start to protest, but after seeing the look in his eyes, stays quiet. John walks over to me, and offers his arm. I accept, and he doesn’t complain when I put a lot of weight on him. He knows what Anderson said, and he understands that it hurt. Once we get out, I head to a bench. I sit down and put my face in my hands. Don’t cry, don’t cry. Then, I jump as I feel an arm around me.
“Sorry,” John moves his arm. I shake my head.
“It’s okay, just wasn’t expecting it,” I respond, “some comfort would be nice at the moment, actually.” He puts his arm back around me, and I lean in. Then, the yelling starts.
“ANDERSON, YOU INCOMPETENT, UNINTELLIGENT, IMBECILE! YOU CALL HER PATHETIC, YET YOU PAY WOMEN TO SPEND TIME WITH YOU! ALSO, DON’T YOU DARE SAY SHE CAN’T DO ANYTHING ON HER OWN!” There’s a pause, and I hear a fist connect with a stomach repeatedly. “YOU CANNOT EVEN MAKE A SANDWICH WITHOUT HELP! AND YOU WANT TO QUESTION HER INTELLIGENCE? SHE HAS MORE INTELLIGENCE IN HALF A BRAIN CELL THAN YOU WILL EVER HAVE!” Another pause. Someone is probably getting punched again. “ANDERSON, YOU ARE THE MOST WORTHLESS SCUM ON THE PLANET, CALLING THIS ASTOUNDING GIRL A FREAK! IF YOU EVER TRY TO TEAR HER DOWN AGAIN, I WILL PERSONALLY PUT YOU IN THIS MORGUE!”
I stare in disbelief at John. His eyes are wide, and he stands up. I realize then that my face has gotten hot. I stand up, being careful this time as to not lose my footing. Lestrade comes over to me, and places a hand on my back to guide me to the door of the room. He leans down towards my ear.
“Just so you know, this means Sherlock likes you,” he whispers. I look at him, not knowing what to say. He sighs, then whispers:
“That means you should ask him to dinner, then.”
I open my mouth but once again say nothing, being met with a smirk by John. He knew this entire time, I think. We walk back into the morgue to see Anderson on the floor, unconscious. There’s blood on his face, from being hit by Sherlock. I look over at where he is sitting. I see something different in his eyes, something I’ve never seen before. John goes to him and whispers something to Sherlock. After, he motions for everyone to leave. As I start to walk out, John puts his hand on my shoulder.
“Not you,” he says, smiling softly. He leaves, and I turn back to Sherlock. He looks back at me, then at his hands. They’re covered in blood. I walk to a sink in the corner of the morgue, and wet a cloth. Sitting down next to him, I put the cloth over his knuckles and hold it. He looks at me.
“Thank you, Y/N,” he says quietly. I smile a little.
“No, thank you, Sherlock,” I reply, “for defending me. You didn’t have to.”
“That pig deserved every bit of it,” he responds quickly. “Besides, you should never have to hear all of those lies.” I feel my face heat up again.
“Lestrade said I should buy you dinner to thank you,” I proceed cautiously.
“That would be lovely,” he says. I look at him to say something else, then notice that I’m only a few inches away from his face. Sherlock sees it the same time I do, and I know he can tell what I’m thinking. Yet, I’m still surprised when he leans in. I close my eyes, and our lips meet. The kiss is light, as if he’s afraid he will scare me off. Yet, there’s so much there, the sense that he deeply cares for me, but in a different form than how he cares for John.
When we pull away, we sit there for a moment. Then, Sherlock starts to smile, and I start to laugh a little. He takes the cloth and throws it across the room. Instead of an arm, he offers his hand to me. I take it, and we walk over Anderson and out of the room. As we step out of the building, all I can think is, I can’t believe I just kissed Sherlock in a morgue, and my leg didn’t get in the way.
So my boss told me recently that we’re not allowed to explicitly say yes or no about allergens in food. If you ask me if there are nuts of any kind in our chocolate chunk cookies, I cannot tell you yes or no. I cannot even say “please refer to the labeling” even though the label says “processed in a facility with equipment that processed peanuts.”
I have to tell you, “I am not certain, but that information is available to you on the Jimmy John’s website.” And that’s all I can tell you regarding allergens in our food.
Because if I tell you, “No there are no peanuts in our cookies,” and you buy one for your kid with a peanut allergy and they have a reaction, you can sue us. And the people miles and miles above me in the company hierarchy do not like getting sued.
So I, the humble shift runner, have to look like a goddamned fool because telling you to look at the ingredients and nutritional information online means the responsibility is on you, and we’re not liable? Somehow?
So if you or your child or someone you’re getting food for has a severe food allergy, and this is the kind of nonsense response you get from the person at the register or on the phone, it’s the same nonsense response you’ll get from the person running that shift and the same nonsense response you’ll get from the general manager. We can’t say anything else because the people above us do not want to be sued.
Which I think is stupid. We had nutritional sheets with all the calorie/nutritional content and allergy warnings on it to give to customers but they got taken away for unknown reasons. Revision? Not putting enough liability on the customer? Who knows. Not me, the shift runner who does not get paid enough to deal with this bullshit.
I don’t want to accidentally send someone to the hospital because of a life-threatening allergic reaction from food I sold and prepared for them, and I have not excessively studied the labels and ingredients of all our stuff and I’m not a doctor or nutritional scientist nor do I have a ton of experience with people who have food allergies and intolerances, so I don’t feel confident saying yes or no just because human morals.
But the reason we can’t say yes or no definitively and have to refer you to the stupid website is because my boss’s boss’s boss’s boss’s boss doesn’t want to go court. I also assume the employee who told a customer yes or no about a certain allergen would be in a lot of trouble and probably get fired if it led to the company getting sued. So we look stupid for a reason, even though it’s not a very good reason and it’s not very helpful to people dealing with food allergies.
I DELETED THE ANONYMOUS PERSONA QUESTION ON ACCIDENT I HATE MY LI- okay. Ima just paste what I have.
(Aha! Yes, thank you for the request. I haven’t done this yet, simply because I’m still new on tumblr :) there isn’t much I have done, really.
So, thank you again! Means so much to me <3 hope you like it.)
(OKAY SO I FINISHED THIS AND I REALIZED; CRAP IVE NEVER DONE A FIGHT THING LIKE THIS?? Plus I got tired. T_T Lmao, I’m sorry. These are kinda bad.)
While he was playing LOLOL, you decided you would get a head start on your homework.
Well, you haven’t really been paying attention to the lessons.
You knew nothing.
You probably sat there in silence for a good hour or so, before you just lost it.
Getting frustrated, you slammed your book shut, sliding it on the floor.
This gained Yoosung’s attention, so he quickly rushed over to you.
“(Y/N)? What’s wrong?”
“I CANT DO THIS SHIT.”
He’d get really scared because oh my god? You were screaming at him? What is he supposed to do?
“Oh..! Uhm..I can help you!”
“YOU CANT EVEN KEEP UP WITH YOUR OWN DAMN HOMEWORK, JUST LEAVE ME ALONE.”
This..ohh, this was harsh.
You were too caught up in the moment to realize what you had said.
He started to tear up, but he tried brushing it off, just wanting to help you.
Still, he’d try to raise his voice..but just can’t??
“I didn’t know you felt that way, (Y/N).”
You looked over and saw the tears, and fELT SO GUILTY, P R O T E C T H I M.
He’d probably try smiling, reassuring you that it was okay.
He legit picks you up, place you on the bed, and will just hold you in his arms for a while.
Then, once you’ve calmed down completely, he will actually help you with your homework.
Seven hadn’t spoken a single word to you all day. It was really starting to get on your nerves, but still, you tried to get him to speak.
He was trying hard to ignore you at this point, wanting to talk to you..but, he just didn’t want to continue getting close. He was scared of hurting you, really.
He would get up from his chair, going over to grab another bag of honey Buddha.
This is when you’d make your move.
You’d go up, and slap his ass playfully, just trying to get him to laugh, or make a remark..or something.
But he actually pretends to get all mad?
“Stop acting like a child, (Y/N).”
You’d feel a little hurt at this, because normally he was fine with it? So???
You’d raise your voice.
“Child? Luciel. You have been ignoring me ALL THE DAMN DAY? AND YOU HAVE THE NERVE TO CALL ME THE CHILD?”
At this point, you would start tearing up a little bit.
He was fine with the yelling. He wanted you to get mad. He wanted you to realize that he was a terrible person, and that he didn’t deserve you.
But when you start crying?
His heart breaks.
He instantly regrets trying to ignore you, realizing that maybe it would be fine if the two of you were together.
He goes up, giving you a big hug.
“God.. (Y/N)..I’m sorry. It’s just..been a rough day, that’s all. I love you.”
“..I love you, too, Seven.”
The two of you were going on a date tonight.
Of course, it was really starting to dwell on you…that he is perfect. He’s handsome, and talented..and you’re just over here looking like a classy potato?
“(Y/N)! YOU’VE BEEN UP THERE FOR AN HOUR. ARE YOU COMING?”
He literally comes up there, just to see what the hell you’ve been doing this whole time.
You’re in there, trying to look perfect, but to you..it just wasn’t working out.
“(Y/N). You look beautiful as always, come on. It’s just another date.”
“Just another date?! What do you mean just another date?”
He’d widen his eyes, like ‘o shit, no.’
“(Y/N). You know that isn’t what I meant..”
“Then what did you mean, Zen? What is it? Dammit, can’t you just see I’m trying be worthy of you?! And you don’t even care?”
At this point, he gets pretty mad at what you’re saying.
To him, you are perfect? So?? The hell?
“Stop acting like that, (Y/N). You know damn well you’re worthy of me. If anything, we are deserving of each other. You. Are. Perfect. I will never get tired of you. I. Love. You. Can’t you wrap your cute mind around that fact?!”
Of course, he called you cute while trying to win.
And it worked.
You couldn’t stay mad much longer. In fact, you were never mad at him to begin with.
You say your apologies, and go on your date~
She never came home.
After a long day at work, you were ready to cuddle your beautiful girlfriend..but where she at, tho??
You were frustrated enough, and knowing that she was just over working herself again was enough to make it worse.
So, you had to drive all the way to her work place.
SHE IS SO TIRED, YOU CAN JUST SEE IT ALL OVER HER FACE?
“Jaehee. You never even called to tell me you were going to be late! I’m worried about you. Come home..you can fi-”
“(Y/N). I am busy. Leave me alone, please.”
MCSCUSE ME? (Reference. Ha.)
“What? Jaehee. I can tell yo-”
“I said leave me alone.”
You feel tears well up in your eyes, and you don’t know what to do, so..you just run out.
She quickly realizes her mistake, and instantly gets up, and runs after you.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to snap.”
“No, it’s okay. Let’s just..go home.”
You had broken Elizabeth 3rd’s collar whole trying to get it off. It was an accident, but Jumin didn’t see it that way.
“Jumin. I said I’m sorry, okay? I’ll buy her a new one!”
“(Y/N), you know damn well I can afford one myself. I don’t care about replacing it. She’s had that collar forever! It must have meant a lot to her..”
“Exactly. It was old. The part probably wasn’t in good shape, an-”
“Jaehee never had a problem with it.”
You would feel your blood boil at this.
“Then why don’t you date Jaehee, then?”
“Idiot..you know that’s not what I me-”
“Oh, so now I’m an idiot?”
This is when he’d say something stupid like “I knew I shouldn’t get involved with women.”
AND YOU JUST?
You don’t even try to fight back. You grab your purse, and you’re already going out the door.
Jumin quickly realizes his mistake, and while he doesn’t want to admit it..he needed you.
He would sigh, rushing over to grab you before you left.
“(Y/N)..I’m sorry, okay? We can get her a new one. Just..don’t leave me..”
He needed the eye surgery.
No doubt, you knew this pastel boy needed the surgery.
You tried to convince him..every day now. But, he never seemed to listen.
So, you go back to base one.
“Want me to get the surgery? (Y/N). You’ve reminded me everyday. I appreciate that you care..but, please. I’m fine.”
You’d get a bit frustrated. I mean, you’ve been trying, and he doesn’t even give it a thought?
“You still love Rika..don’t you?”
HE WOULD TENSE TF UP.
“You love rika. Don’t you?”
“No. Answer me.”
He pauses for a moment, unsure of how to even respond. Did he love her? He didn’t even know, himself??
He sighs, not in the mood to fight with you, the one he truly loves.
“No. I don’t. In fact, (Y/N)..contact Jumin. I’m getting the surgery.”
You two would be walking hand in hand around town, when an old friend called your name.
You’d turn around, giving your friend a big smile.
You feel Saeran’s grip on your hand tighten, as he gives the person death glares.
Your friend and you talked for a good 2 or 3 minutes, before they said “See Ya later.” and ooohhhh boy. Is Saeran mad when they finally left.
“Are you going to see that son of a bitch later?!”
At this point, you can’t help but just laugh. I mean, cute, jealous boyfriend alert~
“Probably not. I haven’t seen her for a long time. That’s just something people say, you know.”
“Hmph. I do- wait. Her?”
“Saeran. That was a girl.”
“Oh my god. You actually- okay. ”
The two of you probably just walk in silence for a few minutes, before changing the subject, as if that whole thing never happened.
just like littles, it’s difficult for caregivers to get into their space sometimes so here’re some tips & tricks !!
♡ start with downtime | whether they enter little space through excitement, an age regressor, or just because they want to, spend the first 30 minutes doing calm activities with your little. lay together on the floor while coloring, cradle them with a warm bottle, turn on a cartoon while you sit together in bed. easing them into little space will help you ease into your space as well & having a calm atmosphere will give you more time to register your role.
♡ skim through actual parent blogs | some days, caregivers aren’t in the mood for responsibilities. you need to be responsible at work or college so admit it: you get tired. actual baby bloggers don’t have a choice because their little is always little so looking through their articles can motivate you & help spark your need to care for something just as precious as an actual baby.
♡ talk in 3rd person | refer to yourself as your title. a lot of caregivers do this anyways, but you can never have too much of it. ask your little for kisses, tell them you love them & are proud of them, baby talk, etc. in 3rd person while they’re transitioning into little space.
please remember that what works for me might not work for you. these are just tricks that help me get into caregiver space faster/easier so try them all or pick & choose. don’t give up if some don’t work out, you’ll find aide eventually, i promise !!
Prompt: future fic: how Sana and Yousef really get together… hope you decide
to write it!
Chapter 2: Together
She arrived at 4pm sharp. He was already there,
sitting on the same place where they had talked a few weeks ago. As soon as he
saw her, he stood up, nervously fidgeting with his shirt. Sana approached him
with a serious expression. Yes, she knew now the truth, she knew he liked her
–at least that’s what Noora said- she knew why the kissed had happened, she
knew that he wasn’t with Noora. But that didn’t erase the fact that she had
been suffering almost three weeks about that, it didn’t erase the fact that
even though he liked her, he had kissed another girl instead of talking to her.
So Sana thought that would allow her to make that boy suffer a little bit while
having fun about it.
“Hey, thank you for coming” Yousef said
He looked like he was about to do the most
important job interview of his life. Sana almost felt bad for him and she
hadn’t even opened her mouth yet.
“Should we sit?” Yousef asked
“Don’t think that’s necessary”
“I have to tell you something important, it
might take awhile”
“You really don’t have to tell me anything. I
“You…know? What, what exactly do you know?”
“I know about Noora” she said crossing her arms on her
Yousef widened his eyes in surprise, he wasn’t
“Did she tell you?”
“She didn’t have to. I saw you.”
Yousef felt his heart pounding on his chest
“I saw you kissing Noora”
“Sana, I can explain”
“You don’t have to explain anything. I saw you kissing Noora and I also
know you met her on Sunday, I heard Adam and Mikael talking about it”
“What? No, no, you got it all wrong”
“You think I’m stupid?” Sana asked raising an eyebrow
“Of course not, but you misunderstood it”
“So you do think I’m stupid, great”
“I don’t think you’re stupid Sana. I just need you to let me explain
“So now you’re saying that I don’t let you talk, wow”
“No, this is all coming out wrong” Yousef said brushing his hair with his
fingers, a nervous manner he had.
“I’m telling you, Yousef, you don’t have to explain anything to me”
“I do, I do have to explain it to you. Just give me a chance”
“I already know what I need to know”
“Yousef, I know everything and nothing you say is going to change my
“Just hear my version, please, that’s all I’m asking” he said almost begging
looked at him, he really looked like he was suffering. As much as she was
enjoying the moment she thought maybe it was time to give him a rest.
“I already know that. I know that you kissed Noora because you thought I
didn’t like you. I know you stopped the kiss because you didn’t feel anything
about it. I know you met Noora on Sunday so you could tell her that you don’t
like her. And I know you told her you like me”
took a time to process all the information. He stood there, his mouth slightly
opened, blinking really fast repeating all the conversation on his head.
lip slowly curved into a big smile that ended with her laughing.
faen, Sana!” he said covering his face with his hands making her laugh
even harder “I thought you were pissed at me, why would you do that?”
“I just wanted to make you suffer a little bit” she said shrugging
“You’re so mean” he said shaking his head but smiling a lot more relieved.
“Hey, I’ve spent three weeks crying, you’ve only suffered like 5
minutes. I think it’s fair”
“You’ve been crying?” he asked “because of me?”
“It wasn’t just because of you, don’t get too cocky” she joked
“Sana, I’m serious”
“So am I, but that doesn’t mean we have to keep a straight face right
now. Yes, I’ve been crying but now I’m laughing, isn’t it nice?”
“It is. But I hate myself for making you suffer”
“Hey, like I said, it wasn’t just about you” she said taking a step closer.
“So Noora told you I like you…” Yousef said slightly blushing
“Is it true?” Sana asked hesitantly
“You really need to ask?”
“I don’t want to make assumptions anymore, I want to hear it from you”
“Okay, I, Yousef Acar, declare that I like you, Sana Bakkoush” he said solemnly
shook her head and rolled her eyes
“Wow, I tell you I like you and that’s your answer? Harsh”
“That was my answer at you being such a dork. My answer at you liking me
is this: I like you too, Yousef”
he said raising an eyebrow
going to make me say it, aren’t you?”
smiled and shrugged while Sana rolled her eyes again and sighed.
“I, Sana Bakkoush, declare that I like you, Yousef Dork Acar” she said with a smug smile
“Good enough” he said laughing
both stared at each other while smiling, it was their specialty.
“So…what does this mean?” Sana dared to asked
“What do you want it to mean?”
she asked glaring at him
“Okay, I’ll start. I want to be with you Sana, like properly be with
you.” He said taking a step closer
“You mean like….”
“I mean like dating”
“Sounds cool” Sana said nodding
“Sounds cool?” he said shaking his head, that girl was going to be the end of him.
“Yeah, I’d like to be with you” Sana said
“You mean like…” he imitated her
“Yes, I mean like dating”
“Sounds cool” he nodded
“Two things though” Sana warned
“First, you have to promise that we won’t make assumptions anymore, that
we will talk to each other before reacting. If we don’t do that I don’t think
this is going to work”
“I promise and I totally agree. What’s the second one?”
“We can’t tell anybody yet. Not until we know for sure that this…us…is
going to work. I don’t want to add more pressure than we already have”
“Okay, okay, I get it. We’ll tell them whenever you’re ready”
nodded, there was still one more thing she wanted to tell him, one thing that
may scared him away.
“Yousef…there’s one more thing” she said looking at the floor “I’m
not…I’m not like other girls…there’s stuff…there are certain things that I don’t…that
I won’t do…I mean…”
“Hey, hey, hey. Sana look at me” Yousef said understanding what she was
referring to. “Sana please look at me”
a deep breath and looked at his eyes feeling her heart beating faster and
“You don’t have anything to worry about. I’m not here because of that
stuff. All I want is to be with you, spend time with you, talk to you. You’ll
be the one putting the limits and I’ll respect them, I promise, you have
nothing to worry about. I would never do anything that could make you
“And what if…?” she said but didn’t end the sentence. What if he got tired of her?
“It won’t happen. I promise you.” He said slowly while looking at her eyes
making sure she’d understand it.
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Reggie Mantle x Reader:
Tomboy & Skirts [Part Two]
You should do a part 2 of the skirts imagine. It was super cute! 😊
Part 2 of the skirt imagine please.
A/N: The much anticipated (was it really idk it makes me feel better about myself to type this 🙈) part two to Tomboy & Skirts enjoy, I hope you like it! Also as I was typing it out my word document decided to stop working and I lost all my work for this and I had rethinking of everything I had just written FML (I can never see these letters the same anymore; hope you get the reference 😫). This is also post Reggie wearing a skirt sorry and the birthday dinner for her mom happened too. Also this went somewhere else so I’m guessing you’re gonna have to wait longer for the trip sorry babes.
Summary: The week after Reggie wore a skirt to school.
Spoilers: twist at the end, send in your theories.
“I still can’t believe you got Mantle in a skirt” Veronica spoke at the lunch table and you all chuckled.
“He’d do anything for you (Y/N)” Betty chimes in and you lightly blush.
“We’d do anything for each other” you commented.
“But how’d you do it?” Kevin wanted in the ‘gossip’. Everyone always dying for details in your friendship with Reggie. You and Reggie were the second most shipped friendship after Archie and Betty.
“Sorry details only for those part of the deal” you added fixing the skirt of the day. Though they gave you a new look, you were used to the comfort of your pants.
The bell rang which directed everyone to their next classes.
“Hey loser” Reggie called out as you opened your locker.
“Hey Mantle the Magnificent” you replied granting one of his wishes “how was the meeting?”
“Ah you know the usual plays and stuff” he smiled at his nickname “so games at my house this afternoon?” he declared.
“How about my house today” you hinted just wanting to get home to change into pants.
“Oooh sorry can’t, see if we go to your house I know for fact you’re gonna change and that was not part of the deal” you groaned with a fake pouty face “I know you too well (Y/N/N) you found a loophole and I won’t have it.”
“Oh c’mon Reg! I will do anything just let me change man!” you pleaded in the empty hallway.
“Anything huh?” Reggie gave you a smug look that made you blush.
Both of you clueless on how the other felt about your friendship. Although ever since the skirts you’d feel his eyes linger a little longer on you, and he had been flirtier than ever. You pushed that aside though because he was guy and excused his behavior to hormones, deep down though you hoped that maybe it wasn’t all in your head. Yes you were tomboy, but you weren’t made of stone and ever since puberty you started having feelings, and so did he towards other girls. Or so you thought.
“Nope, sorry no can do” he responded as a teacher saw you two and told you to get to your classes.
“You will rue this Mantle” you gave him a sneaky grin and he gave the look that you had to call him by his nickname as part of the deal “The magnificent, rue it!” you kept on as he chuckled and you both walked it to your classes.
“It’s like the universe works in your favor always” you tell Reggie as you both were about to reach his house as your mother texted you that she needed the house for some client dinner.
“Not always” he mumbles under his breath that you couldn’t make out what he said unlocking the door to his house a bit soaked because it had started to rain.
Growing up with you made Reggie fall for you but he’d never speak of it out loud. He loved your confidence and how nothing ever broke you. You couldn’t care less what people thought of you and he was the opposite he cared too much. His façade of being cool and collected was always shattered in your presence. He would go on dates with other girls to get himself to stop thinking about you, but all that did was push you to the front and center of his mind.
“Although this time Mantle because of the rain that my guardian sent now were both soaking and I have to change” you added opening the door to his room to open the drawer where you had spare clothes in, but you couldn’t find them. You rummaged through all his drawers somewhat messing up their neatness until you gave up and looked to him as he wore a huge grin on his face.
“Mantle where are my spare clothes?” you announced as you were getting colder.
“I have no idea to what you are referring to” he argued taking off his shirt revealing his perfect muscles looking glossy thanks to the rain, his looks almost took you in a trance.
“Please tell me you did not give them to one of your hook-ups” you gave a sad smile a little because they were your favorite comfortable clothes and also you didn’t want the picture of Reggie being with another girl. What bothered you the most was the fact he never even bothered to tell you, he would at least always tell you about the dates.
“How dare you accuse me of such a thing (Y/N)” he made a hurt expression.
“Then where are my clothes Reg!” you nagged.
“I lost your shirt, but here are your sweatpants and one of my shirts” he gave you a sheepishly grin as he gave you the clothes.
Although Reggie lied he hid your shirt because he always enjoyed how you looked in his clothes and you didn’t mind you’d grown fond of his clothes on the plenty of sleepovers you both had.
You both played video games and ate until the rain died down and your mother sent a text the coast was clear. As soon as it did you grabbed your wet clothes as Reggie drove you home.
Although you both didn’t catch it there was something in the bushes and she was about to stir up a rumor with one single picture.