#- gabi writes

[prettygirl-gabi]

Can I Have This Dance?

Paring:Paige Bueckers x Reader

Fandom: UConn’s women’s basketball

Word Count: 2.4k

First-Person POV | Fluff | Hopeless Romantic Reader

Summary: it was never a stupid thing… not once

🏷️: @yailtsv , @sitawita , @thatonesuschix , @vamptizm , @elalfywhore , @starfulani , @authentic-girl03 , @paige05bby , @paxaz535 , @azziswrld , @paigeluvvr

A/N: Yes, i wanted hsm3:sy while writing this… (in my feels… blame da hormones)

I’ve always been a hopeless romantic. The kind that believes in love letters, forehead kisses, and slow dancing under the stars. The kind that dreams of a fairytale moment, rain falling, music playing, and two hearts moving in sync like they were meant to.

But every time I brought it up in past relationships, I was met with eye rolls or dismissive laughs. “Dancing in the rain? That’s childish.” “We’ll get sick.” “That’s something out of a movie, babe. Be real.”

And so, I buried that dream deep, convincing myself that maybe it was silly. Maybe love wasn’t meant to be like the movies.

Then I met Paige.

Paige, who always listened, even when I thought she wasn’t. Paige, who memorized my coffee order down to the exact pumps of vanilla. Paige, who pulled me closer in crowded rooms like she was afraid of losing me. Paige, who—on our one-year anniversary—reminded me that some dreams were never too silly.

⸻

The rain started sometime in the late afternoon, a gentle drizzle tapping against the windshield as we drove back from our anniversary dinner. It had been perfect—Paige took me to this small, candlelit restaurant in town, the kind that made you feel like the only two people in the world. We shared dessert, she let me steal bites from her plate, and she had that soft, lovestruck look in her eyes the whole night.

But as the rain picked up, thunder rumbling low in the distance, I sighed, pressing my forehead against the window.

“You good, baby?” Paige asked, sparing me a glance as she drove.

I hummed, tracing patterns in the fog gathering on the glass. “Yeah. Just thinking.”

“About what?”

I hesitated before shrugging. “Nothing important.”

She didn’t press. Paige never did. She let me have my space when I needed it, knowing I’d talk when I was ready.

Lightning flashed across the sky, and suddenly, Paige’s fingers drummed against the steering wheel in a thoughtful rhythm. I turned to look at her, but she was already reaching for her phone.

“What are you doing?” I asked, watching her unlock it.

“Something I should’ve done a long time ago,” she murmured, a small, secret smile pulling at her lips.

She scrolled for a moment, then tapped the screen. A second later, the car filled with a soft, familiar melody.

“Take my hand, take a breath…”

I froze.

My heart skipped a beat as Vanessa Hudgens and Zac Efron’s voices floated through the speakers, their harmonies weaving a memory into the air. Can I Have This Dance.

My dream.

I turned to Paige, my throat tightening. “Paige…”

She pulled the car onto the side of the road, turning to face me fully. The rain was coming down harder now, a steady curtain outside the windows, the occasional flicker of lightning illuminating her face.

“You told me once,” she said softly, reaching for my hand. “That you always wanted to dance in the rain to this song. And every single person before me made you feel stupid for wanting that.”

My breath hitched as she squeezed my fingers.

“But I don’t think it’s stupid,” she continued, voice warm with something that felt a lot like love. “I think it’s you. And I don’t ever want you to think that what makes you happy is silly.”

I blinked rapidly, trying to fight the sting of tears. “Paige…”

She grinned, pushing open the driver’s side door.

“Come on, baby,” she said, stepping out into the downpour.

For a second, I just sat there, stunned. Then, I let out a watery laugh and followed, shivering as the rain soaked through my dress.

Paige met me in front of the car, her blonde hair sticking to her forehead, her blue eyes shining even in the dim streetlights. She reached for my hands, pulling me close.

“Keep your eyes locked on mine…”

I exhaled shakily, placing my hands on her shoulders as she guided me into a slow sway. The world melted away—there was only Paige, only us, only the soft glow of the headlights and the music wrapping around us like a spell.

She spun me gently, then pulled me back in, resting her forehead against mine.

“Won’t you promise me… that you’ll never forget?”

My breath shuddered as I gripped her tighter.

“I won’t,” I whispered. “I swear.”

Paige smiled, tucking a wet curl behind my ear. “Good.”

The thunder rumbled again, but it wasn’t loud enough to drown out the chorus as it swelled around us.

“It’s like catching lightning, the chances of finding someone like you…”

Paige twirled me again, her laughter mixing with mine as our feet splashed through puddles. The rain blurred everything around us, but I didn’t care. I wasn’t cold, wasn’t uncomfortable—how could I be when I was wrapped up in Paige, in this moment that was everything I had ever wanted?

The song swelled into the final verse, and Paige pulled me closer, her hands warm on my waist.

“Let it rain, let it pour,” she murmured, her voice melting into the lyrics. “What we have is worth fighting for.”

I swallowed hard, my heart swelling in my chest. “Paige…”

Her fingers brushed against my cheek, tilting my face up.

“I love you,” she said, as sure as the rain that fell around us.

Tears slipped down my cheeks, but they blended into the rain, lost between the drops. “I love you too.”

She leaned in, and I met her halfway, our lips colliding in a soft, rain-soaked kiss. It was slow, unhurried—like a love song unfolding between us.

And for the first time, I didn’t have to dream.

This was real.

Paige was real.

And she had given me my dance.

⸻

When the song finally ended, we were both breathless, our foreheads resting together as we swayed in the quiet hum of the rain.

Paige chuckled, wiping a stray droplet from my nose. “So… did that live up to the fantasy?”

I let out a watery laugh, cupping her face. “It was better.”

She grinned, kissing me one more time before taking my hand, leading me back to the car.

As we climbed inside, shivering but grinning like idiots, Paige reached over and took my hand, lacing our fingers together.

“You deserve every fairytale moment, baby,” she murmured, pressing a kiss to the back of my hand.

I squeezed her fingers, my heart so full I thought it might burst.

With Paige, I didn’t have to hope for love like the movies.

Because this?

This was better.

⸻

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                 -Thank You For Reading!🩵🩶

                             -prettygirl-gabi🎀✨️

[ihamtmus]

it's easy to enjoy a fanfic without saying anything but it's also really simple to say something and make the author's entire day and also gain someone that would die and kill for you

in other words, if you come back to reread a fic (even a very old one), TELL THE AUTHOR! they're gonna be so so happy i promise you

[prettygirl-gabi]

Omg this is totally giving they stole reader’s camera while at practice vibes (me in the middle of writing a new chapter of Through The Lens… trying to come up with a plot)….

[b1mbodoll]

gross stepdad hoon… the kind to invite his friends (heejayke) over n tease you the entire time. it’s humiliating, having your stepdad pat his lap for you to sit on n being treated like his toy :( forced to just accept how he gropes you n makes you grind his thigh in front of them

even worse when they start to join in, suggesting sunghoon flash them your tits or make you drool on his fingers, each one of them staring intensely when you take your stepdad’s digits in your mouth n get a little dumb, moaning n gagging around them

idk .. just.. maybe stepdad sunghoon letting them all jerk off over you.. lets them have their way with his sweet girl n calls you a whore for liking it

[spiritkissin]

me realizing that if I write… I actually have to write

[prongspoet]

broken hearted | luke castellan.

first time writing for luke, so hope this is okay! tell me what u think in the reblogs i would love to know and get more luke asks!

summary: the curse of cabin 10 makes aphrodite!reader pretend to date her best friend so she doesn't have to cause a heartbreak to her actual crush. even though, at the end of it, she's the only one who had her heart broken. major inspo from this concept.

"You're staring." y/n' best friend, luke castellan, head counselor of the hermes cabin, pointed the fact out, side eying the girl right at his side, after looking at the boy sword training in front of them.

"he's staring back." the aphrodite girl said with a grin. the sunlight bathing her head making it comfortingly warm. luke would know, since he was the one caressing it while she laid down next to him. both of them on the grass, enjoying the late afternoon at camp. "so..."

michael dawson, ares' kid, was, in fact, staring. luke couldn't blame him, the way his best friend looked made everyone pay attention to her. she didn't even had to try. and still, the swordfighting happening in front of them made luke even more sure that mike needed a way so she could notice him. not naturally, but somehow, it worked, since the girl payed attention to him as soon as he started.

"oh well, like mother like daughter, huh. " he continued, in a mocking tone, holding his laugh, raising himself by his elbows, before taking one of his hands to the girl's arm. "your siblings wouldn't be too happy to see the goody two shoes dating an ares' kid, would they?"

"gods, don't fucking say that." she giggled, hiding her face with both of her hands. she went quiet for a second, still staring at the boy. "ares' kid or not.." y/n sighed, pouting slightly. "mike's nicer than the others, he wouldn't deserve to be a guinea pig."

"what do you mean?"

"you know what i have to do.” the girl muttered, with a soft sigh. she couldn't blame her mother, she worshipped aphrodite; her beauty, her power, her knowledge and her actions. that didn't mean that she enjoyed the judgment. the need to make someone else feel miserable just because she could. it wasn't fair. "the first love heart break thing."

"i'm glad i'm not in his shoes, that's for sure." the boy whispered, with a chuckle, still trying to be as quiet as possible. his thumb caressing her arm incessantly. it made her skin burn. in a second, y/n abruptly raised her chin, getting supported by her elbows, getting muffled groan from luke, once it hit his ribs. "what is it?"

"you could be!"

"am i your first love, daisy?" he raised one of his eyebrows, with a mischievous grin stamped on the boys face. the scar in his eye making itself more clear. "you should have told me sooner- ouch!"

"shut up, hero. listen to me!" he knew that tone. and as anyone else who had a single bit of sense, he kept quiet, wanting nothing more to hear her insane idea. "we could pretend to be boyfriend and girlfriend." the smile on her delicate face kept getting bigger as she explained her brilliant - yet not completely effective - idea. "i could pretend to break your heart. no one gets hurt, i can stay with mike after is over, and my mom ends up being proud of me!"

the aphrodite girl stared at him expectedly, hoping he would buy her insane plan, hoping he could save her from doing something he never imagined her doing it. luke got quiet for a minute. his eyes were darker than usual. he couldn't stand that. y/n knew her best friend well enough to know that he meant to say something. he never truly did. "you shouldn't be looking for her approval."

"i'm not searching for approval i'm just trying to prove myself.."

"you don't have to prove your devotion to her by doing this." his tone stern, more quiet. colder. "you burn offerings for her every single day. you pray, you're always expressing how incredible she is."

"you don't have to do it if you don't want to."

and suddenly, the idea seemed more appealing than ever. she wasn't using her charmspeak on him. no, luke knew how sugary and sweet y/n's words could be when she wanted to. at that moment, his best friend was just being honest. and even though he could retribute that feeling, luke felt that he needed to do it. just for her.

"yeah," he nodded. defeated. "fine, i'll do it."

"really?" the girl hugged him tight. more excited than ever. "thank you boyfriend!"

"yeah, yeah." he grinned, letting her rest her head on his chest, carefully watching y/n closing her eyes, like nothing else would ever bother her. "just don't be too mean when you dump me."

pretending was easy.

they've always been stuck to each other. having dinner with each other. burning offerings with each other. planning capture the flag with each other. training, swimming, talking, sneaking out to parties. always with one right after the other.

it wasn't supposed to be different, they just had to make it more believable.

"we should be holding hands," y/n pointed out as the couple walked calmly to the main area, where dinner was starting. "silena asked me why we never hold hands if we're dating, so i thought we could make it more..."

"real, yeah." luke nodded, grabbing her hand right the next second she spoke. "c'mon, girlfriend, hurry up." he grinned, and she couldn't help but grin back. "i'm starving."

luke could do that. he could kiss her in front of people, and tell everyone the way they got together. he could hold hands with her, caress her back and almost have a heart attack when she kissed him behind his ear. he could live with that, yeah. it was normal. it was pretending.

until it started to change. suddenly. quickly.

he noticed her. the eyes, the shape of her face, the way her eyebrows moved when she laughed, and the look she gave him every single time she entered a room he was already in, and luke couldn't help but pay attention at her soft hair, how excited she became while looking at pretty flowers, and especially, how her fingers felt against his own scalp when they needed to do some pretending. she was an aphrodite kid after all. y/n was charming. y/n was lovely. y/n was his girlfriend, at least for a while.

and she couldn't help but notice him either. how his scar looked more bright when they. the subtle, yet attentive and gentle way he taught her how to hold a sword, how to train, how to fight. the infuriating way at how he held her chin up slightly, every single time, before sealing his lips against hers.

and for once, neither of them were pretending.

the bonfire started earlier that night, but the couple came to it late; y/n helped one of her sisters who was in a small crises, and her sweet caring boyfriend waited for her by the aphrodite cabin's door, holding her hand as soon as she got out, so they could sit together at one of the logs, full of campers, chartering, telling stories, and enjoying the peacefulness that the simple event emanate.

luke choose one of the back logs for a reason, it was darker, harder to anyone else to see them. even so, as soon as the boy started to leave little pecks at her jaw, he was able to hear some whistles and exclamations. teenagers were gonna be teenagers after all.

"alright," y/n sat upstraight, taking a deep breath before continuing. "you can't do that here."

"i'm just having fun!" the boy said with a mischievous grin. he knew way to well what he was doing. she hoped he would do it forever. the teasing, the almost getting caught made her heart sink every time. "you are my girlfriend after all."

"don't get ahead of yourself, hero." she muttered, grinning at him, before sealing lips with him again. "i still have to break your heart."

"are you sure about that?" he furrowed his eyebrows, pretending to be offended, but getting right back at his job pretty quickly. "i'll just enjoy it until the time comes then."

she laughed, taking her head back so he could have full access to her neck, delicately taking one of her hands to his scalp. and he noticed how much he loved that sound. so much in a way he wished he could bottle it up so he could taste it every time he felt miserable. that wasn't possible. but y/n promised that as long as they were together, he was allowed to make her laugh any time he wanted to, if if meant getting him happy.

that's why it hurt even more when he did what he did.

when he revealed himself to be the traitor.

"come with me."

"i'm sorry, what the hell are you doing?" she cried out, feeling her heart beating faster than ever. "you're not thinking straight. you're not. you're not like this, i-" the words got caught up in her throat. y/n felt like she could pass out at any minute. "i know you luke." her voice was a mere pleading by then, hoping with all her soul he would hear. "you wouldn't do this to me."

"you mean a lot to me, daisy, but this is fucking different."

he was different, and she finally noticed. his eyes darker, his tone stern, and the way he held himself up, like he was prepared for a fight.

y/n would never fight him.

and he would never fight her, right?

and when luke turned his back against her, letting the aphrodite girl caught up with a sob, furrowing her eyebrows, feeling the tears already soaking up her eyes, y/n thought she understood.

maybe aphrodite didn't buy it. and even if she did, she knew it started out with a lie. y/n was playing house. thinking she could be smarter than her mom, she could prove it to everyone else how that curse was a lie, and that nothing would happen to the one that didn't completed it.

but it did happend.

no demigod could ever stand out a god. y/n was no exception.

and she finally understood that.

by the end of the day, y/n went back to her well known cabin, shamefully, missing her radiant aura and pretty smile, hiding a shattered heart in her pocket.

[casualaruanienjoyer]

What would these Aot characters do at a theme park?

Armin: spends the day figuring out how to win minigames. Ends up winning several bags of prizes and a ridiculously large plushie for Annie.

Annie: carries around her giant plushie, takes it on rides and buys all the photo ops. Armin's face is covered in all of them by the plushie. They are now sworn enemies.

Jean: shooting rides, tries to get the highest score. May or may not be too scared to ride big rollercoasters.

Reiner: holds everyone's bags. This is NOT his happy place. Unless we talk about the buffet, then yes, Reiner loves it here.

Pieck and Connie: go on the most dangerous rides together and have the time of their life. They try to coordinate in funny poses for photo ops. Connie ends up throwing up several times but that man just keeps going!

Sasha, Eren and Mikasa: water rides. By the end of the day they are completely soaked, but also laughing their asses off.

Yelena: buys fast passes for every ride so that she can cut in front of kids. Is too tall to fit in a few rides.

Levi: not tall enough for the big rollercoasters. But that's ok, cuz this man prefers calm scenic rides. Maybe even teacups if Hange's convincing enough

Hange: haunted house. But instead of her running from the monsters, they are running from her.

Gabi and Falco: bumper cars. They absolutely obliterate Onyankopon. He never recovers from his shame.

[miss-tarja]

[There is no exact timeline, mind you hehe]

PRE-SOCCER FAMILY

Meeting for the first time

Meeting Again

Flirting

First Kiss

Boyfriend Makeover

First time with eachother (Mild +18)

Who Fell Harder

Meeting Miguel's Family

Miguel Meeting Wife!Reader's Family (Drama & Angst)

Break Up (Angst)

Makeup (Angst and Fluff)

The Making Of Gabriella (+18)

Pregnancy Cares with Miguel

Proposal

The Wedding

MAIN EVENTS AND BLURBS

HIGHLIGHTS

Miguel's Birthday

The Making Of Benjamin (+18)

Unlocking Memories

Young Spiders Meeting Miguel's Family

Spider Gang Babysitting Gabi and Benji

Uncle Gabriel Paying A Visit

Girl's Day with Gabriella

Nightmares

Baby Benjamin's First Words

Jealous Wife

Marital Fight

Makeup

Miguel Helping Gabi With School Project

Gabi's Toddler Days

Big Sister, Again

Angry Spanish Cursing with Miguel

Rosie's Birth

Miguel Comforting Mama

Baby Cares with Miguel and Rosie

Gabi's First Period

Benjamin's Pregnancy

Grandma's Visit

Meeting Mama's ex at Costco

Mama Pick up Lines

Welcome Back, Papa!

Introducing Gabriella to Soccer

Miguel's Pick up Lines

Gabriel and Miguel Fight

A series Of First With Gabriella

Conversations between Miguel and Mama

Papa, You're Getting Old

NSFW

Miguel Comforting Wife After A Bad Dream

Possessive Husband Miguel

Miguel Waking Up To A BJ

Needy Mama with a Gentle Dom! Miguel

Mama Pegging Miguel

The Making of Rosie

Miguel and Mama's favorite positions

Miguel Eating out Mama (with a lil twist)

For Science Purposes

GABRIELLA AND HER QUESTIONS

Big Boobs

A Sibling

Big Boobs (Miguel Version)

Milk Jugs

Is Mama ok?

DAILY LIFE BLURBS

Spicy food with Gabi

Gabi's Tamtrum

Mama Is Harassed By Another Man

Gabi comforting a Fussy Benjamin

Miguel Rizzing up Mama

Benji And His Baby Walker

Mama Teasing Miguel

A Little Time Lapse

Cleaning Sunday

Benji Getting A Tummy Ache

Bitter Coffee

Benjamin's "Messy Hair" (Angry Mama)

Sad Movie Night

Questions Related 2 3 4 5 6 7

Go Shave, Papa!

Nothing But Short Short Shirts

Benjamin Cutting His Own Hair

Soccer Family Into Tik Tok

Nude Portrait

Benji Being a Lil Ladies Man

Kiss Cam

Intruder

Sleepy Boys

Benjamin as a 12 year old boy

Baby Benjamin gets injured

Drunk Mama

You're adopted, Benji.

Getting Gabi to Sleep

El Ratón Perez

(Header made by me)

[prettygirl-gabi]

There’s a March madness juju fic being cooked up rn……

[prettygirl-gabi]

I second this motion

paige might be the only white person i know that can pull off orange

[dedeinthewild]

Please please please write a story with pepe marti and Christian mansells sister!!

does it make sense? no, did I want to write a different story? yes (and maybe I'll do a second version just to-)

anywayss, let me know ;)

pepe martí x reader, brother's bestfriend

~ "wait, did you say maybe?"

summary : Pepe, Christian, and the girl wrapped up the season with fun airport moments. Between coffee runs and playful teasing, the trio shared laughs and light-hearted banter. Pepe’s mischievous side was in full swing, and Christian’s protective big-brother instincts kept the mood as lively as ever.

A special trio, made up of two drivers and their unusual companion: the Australian’s sister, who was also a double for the Spaniard.

The end of the 2024 season had finally arrived, bringing with it the last surprises Qatar had to offer, along with the faint melancholy of goodbyes already looming. This would be their last trip together for a while, before Christian and the other Mansell spent Christmas at home with the family they hadn’t seen much of lately, and Pepe returned to Spain.

“Thank you lots,” the girl said, taking three cups from the server with a quick smile before heading toward the seats in the airport lounge.

“One without sugar, a decaf, and a ginseng for me,” she distributed the drinks among the two boys seated across from her.

Pepe leaned back in his chair, headphones around his neck, wearing a sweater and flashing that familiar smile at her.

“What if I wanted a cinnamon latte?” he teased.

“Then you should have gone to get it yourself,” she replied, sitting down next to him and taking a sip of her drink.

“Mmm, I miss sweet and nerdy you,” the Spaniard whispered with a playful look.

“Just give me time to wake up,” the Australian chuckled, stretching her shoulders in one of her brother’s hoodies.

That morning, Christian had outdone himself, barging into her room and dragging her out of bed with such energy that she half-wondered if he’d resorted to stimulants.

“She’s tired, mate, you’re a terrible person,” the Campos driver said, propping his elbows on his knees and addressing the Trident redhead.

“She deserves it,” the other replied, making them both laugh.

The three enjoyed their coffee as they waited for their flight’s gate to be announced, while Pepe and the girl chatted about things Christian would never understand, passing the time as they always did—laughing, sharing opinions, and talking about the latest movie they’d watched.

“I’ll stop by the bathroom for a second,” said the Mansell girl, standing up and adjusting her hoodie.

“I’ll walk you,” Pepe offered, taking the opportunity to accompany her and stop by himself before boarding.

“Why am I not surprised?”

The two shook their heads, heading straight across the enormous airport hall, getting momentarily distracted by the duty-free displays. Gaby would meet them in the UAE, and Christian would finally stop playing the jealous older brother, torn between liking the fact that his sister had befriended a driver or hating it.

On the way, the Spaniard placed his hands on the girl’s shoulders, steering her toward one of the airport’s massive bookstores with a playful smile and a desire to buy her something.

“Christian will kill us,” she said, scanning the colorful covers and limited editions on the shelves.

“I know,” Pepe laughed, fully aware that the Australian liked to board as early as possible to avoid the final crowd and would lose it if they delayed.

The Campos driver loved spending time with her; they were more alike than similar, their differences limited to his extroversion versus her tendency to open up gradually. But once she did, stopping her was nearly impossible.

“You’ll be my ruin,” she said while standing in line to pay, holding a book she’d picked for herself and another she’d decided to gift him.

“Why do you have to be so dramatic?” he laughed, towering over her by a full head.

“I don’t know, maybe it’s the lack of sleep,” she joked, stepping up to the register with her phone ready to pay, knowing Pepe would try to pull out his wallet and beat her to it.

“That’s not what I wanted to happen,” the Spaniard lamented as they left the store, his face lit by an enormous, joyful grin he couldn’t hide.

“You should know me by now.”

Back with Christian, they endured his lecture as they lugged their massive suitcases up and down the airport in search of their gate.

“The two of you should not be left alone,” the Trident driver muttered as he walked briskly ahead, flashing his passport and boarding pass.

“I hate him when he does that,” Pepe whispered in the girl’s ear, leaning down slightly.

“Oh, don’t tell me,” she replied.

They boarded the plane in line, found their seats while Pepe stowed their luggage, and debated where to sit.

“Is that Isack?” the girl asked, spotting the Spaniard’s teammate a few rows away. When the Campos driver nodded, she raised a hand to wave, only for Isack and the team members traveling with him to burst into song.

“Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you!”

“It’s not—” she tried to interject.

“Happy birthday dear ___! Happy birthday to you!”

The nearby passengers joined in, leaving her blushing as nearly twenty people sang to her. She instinctively turned to the Spaniard, who was on the verge of tears from laughing, a mischievous grin on his face.

“It’s not my—” she attempted again, but Isack had already stood up, shaking her hand and pulling her into a half-hug.

When she finally sat between her brother and Pepe, all she wanted was to sink into the seat and never emerge.

“What the hell was that?”

“Maybe, just maybe, I made a bet with Ollie Bearman,” Pepe confessed, covering his mouth with one of his large hands to muffle his laughter.

“He’s going to owe me now,” she said, as if it were some tragic fate.

“Juicy news,” Pepe teased, raising an eyebrow. “Have you heard about this, Christian?”

“I’ll pretend I didn’t.”

“Would you have any objections if I took ___ out?” the Spaniard asked suddenly, clearly joking with Christian, though there might have been some truth to the question.

“As in a date?”

“Maybe.”

“No,” Christian said immediately, only to catch the tone in Pepe’s voice after a moment’s pause. “Wait, did you say maybe?”

“No,” the Spaniard replied, shrugging and leaning back in his seat with his phone in hand.

The girl, caught in neutral territory in the middle, tried to ignore the subtle teasing while sitting comfortably with her feet propped on her backpack, her hair tied in a braid.

“Why would you ask him that?” she whispered once Christian had put on his headphones.

“I can’t keep making up excuses to spend time alone with you.”

“Christian loves you, you ungrateful jerk,” she joked.

“But not like you do,” he countered, eyebrows raised and those irresistible eyes turning the line between friendship and love into something far too easy to cross.

“That’s not going to work on me.”

“Wanna bet?”

“Stop betting, please.”

-not proofread or anything, I'm in my "god, did you really write this crap?" era so... I just hope you enjoy it🍀

alsooo, if you want and you often send me requests you could sign off with an emoji just so I know what you like and things

it would be such a cute thing!

[ihamtmus]

I posted this fic over 2 years ago but after season 2 came out it started to experience a renascence. People started to read it again and it makes me so happy!! This fic has just reached the milestone of 400 comments which is absolutely insane to me, a huge thank you to everyone who's ever left me a comment!!! Please never feel weird about commenting on older fics, it makes authors (me) so so so happy you wouldn't believe <3

Fandom: Good Omens (TV) Relationship: Aziraphale & Crowley (Good Omens) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Category: Gen Words: 33k Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Canon Compliant, Pre-Canon

“Uhhhh… Hi,” Crowley started lamely, scrambling to find a way to explain the situation as quickly as possible. His mind was refusing to work properly, thoughts slow as if doused in oil. He hadn’t really thought about what to say on his way here – he’d been too busy focusing on the getting here part before he would collapse. “I was wondering if I could… If I could maybe die in here, if you don’t mind..?”

The expression on Aziraphale’s face changed abruptly, telling him that the angel did, in fact, mind.

(In which a mortally wounded demon just wants to get somewhere quiet to die but his Adversary will have none of it. A story of how they both learn just how much they care.)

The fic is finally complete!

[luguangs]

hello gaby what is 1xr and why is it for orv moots 🤲

HELLO I'M SO GLAD YOU ASKED!!! it's a sci-fi game called 1000xRESIST and i think it will rewire your brain if you let it 🫴

do you like doomed narratives? do you like stories written with so much love? circular storytelling and endings that recontextualize the beginning? time travel mechanics and loops? full cast of exceedingly well-written characters? women covered in blood who commit so many wrongs? nuanced themes about complex family bonds, love and sacrifice, grief and trauma, connection and communication, and the interwoven nature of past and present and future?

what about [redacted]? recurring motifs and metaphors and parallels wrapped in surreal storytelling and philosophical introspection? stories that break out of the confines of their medium? stories that will move you and break you and lovingly piece you back together?

i don't want to give too much away because this game has SO MUCH to say and i think there's so much joy in experiencing it first hand. but if any of this appeals to you i can't recommend it highly enough!!!

while i do think it has a lot of similarities to orv that novel readers would enjoy... at the same time calling it orvcore feels like a disservice because 1xR is a story that can more than stand on its own two feet. it doesn't just stand, it soars.

no other game has pierced into my heart as deeply as this one and i lost count of how many times it made me dissolve into tears.

it's an absolute masterclass in storytelling. it's poignant, thought-provoking, and gut-wrenching.

it's one of the best sci-fi stories i've had the pleasure of engaging with, period.

it's written from the heart and it shows. it will stick with me for a very long time. it's a story that remains and remains and remains.

also heads-up it's a small indie game and the gameplay is super light! it feels more like a visual novel or an interactive stage play, but trust me it still takes FULL advantage of its medium. even if you aren't big on gaming i highly encourage you to give it a try!

if you like narrative-focused stories, this is a story for you <3

[b1mbodoll]

g!p stepsister ning n her perv friends 😋

they’ll grope n tease u when ur parents r out n giggle amongst themselves when you whine n beg for their attention 😵‍💫 ningning keeps you stuffed full of her cum n her friends like to spread ur hole n watch it leak from ur needy lil cunt <3 jerking off to the sight n groaning when they cum, ropes of their sticky seed making ur cunt even messier n causing you to rub ur clit

[atruewarrior]

Drabble challenge 2024 | Day 14: Scenic characters: gabi braun, falco grice

The hill Gabi and Falco are climbing this afternoon would’ve been challenging for anyone else. But they reach the top swiftly, their muscles awakened from weeks of travel across Western Marley.

The view takes their breath away.

Once, they could only dream of seeing such landscapes, of experiencing such scenic beauty firsthand.

As they sit steps away from the edge, the sun’s fading rays painting the fjord’s waters a soft orange, Gabi sighs wistfully, “I wish Levi were here with us.”

“We’re on our honeymoon,” Falco wants to remind her, again, but this time he agrees.

Levi would’ve loved this.

[sincerelyyoursg]

dating jj maybank

a/n: he's my bae fr fr.

warnings: lowercase intended here <3

masterlist.

jj maybank who was loved by his friends, but still never understood real, pure love he'd hear songs about. jj maybank who's surprised whenever you tell him you love him, and him kissing every centimeter of your face afterwards. jj maybank who looses himself often, who gets lost in all this love, but still tries his best to show you that he cares. jj maybank who does more than anyone has ever done for you, but still thinks it's not enough.

jj maybank, who is more likely to burn down the kitchen rather than cook something, spending hours and hours on learning one dish, because he cares so much about your well-being. jj maybank who even tried fishing for dinner, and guess what! he did catch something, but didn't have the heart to kill the poor fish. jj maybank who saves money for so long to give you a proper dinner date, all kook-like. jj maybank who doesn't understand that it's more than enough.

jj maybank who makes matching bracelets for the two of you, and never ever takes it off. jj maybank who lost it once, and got on his knees to beg you for forgiveness, only to find it five minutes later.

jj maybank who gives you the most absurd nicknames ever known to man, just so he can hear your laugh. jj maybank, whose angel, baby and honey you are. jj maybank who almost never calls you by your name, but still has your initial around his wrist.

jj maybank who's simply in love.