#Awae Fluff

[dangerouslyintofictionalloves]

Different (Ruby x Fem OC) P.T. 1

Disclaimer: This is a LGBTQ+ Short Story, although the actual character may not be LGBTQ+ it is just a story and I know I'm not the only person that is open to this side of this character. We all write fanfictions that change characteristics of a character so I hope you all keep that in mind and do not attack me in the comments for the content that I have written.

Other Content Tags: Fluff, Cuteness, Heart Squeezing or Cringey Scenes, Slightly Out Of Character Dominance Ruby

Part Two

Ruby sighed in a dreamlike state as she watched her neighbor tend to her laundry outside. A hand on her cheek as she leaned against the side of her home. Watching as the smaller girl in front of her was showing qualities of an ideal bride. Her eyes suddenly changing course and taking in the physique of the neighbor girl. Ruby had quite admired how fit the girl was. Although you couldn't see her frame much in the clothing she wore, her waistline being as small as it was told Ruby all she needed to know about how healthy her crush is.

Lily had been living near the Gillis Residence since she was a baby. Ruby and Lily had never had a true conversation that initiated any sort of relationship between the two. Only a few greetings and neighborly conversations. That didn't stop Ruby from fantasizing about being the girl's knight in shining armor. As sensitive as Ruby made herself out to be whenever someone had shown some interest in Gilbert Blythe, she had only done that to cover up the taboo truth of who she truly has feelings for.

Lily had noticed that Ruby was staring at her from afar and a blush rose to her cheeks. She had always found Ruby attractive but knew nothing would come of it. It was completely inappropriate to feel that way about the same gender and Ruby had already made it clear she had feelings for the Blythe boy. Lily shook her head to get rid of the thoughts that started to cycle through her mind and continued to do her chores.

Once she was finished with her laundry she looked up to see if Ruby was still there. To her heart's delight Ruby was still there in a daydream state as she looked at the girl. Lily had never really had friends in the years she's lived in Avonlea so she took a breath and walked over towards the young blonde girl.

"Ruby, I know we haven't truly met each other's acquaintance yet but, I was wondering since I have finished my chores if you would like to accompany me on a walk?" Lily asked slightly nervous. Ruby had snapped out of her thoughts when she realized Lily was in front of her. Once she registered what Lily had asked, a huge grin spread across her face.

"I'd love to darling" She answered. Lily blushed and started walking towards the route that the girls both took to school everyday. Ruby followed closely behind and smiled as she noticed how truly small the girl was compared to her. It made her feel confident if she ever needed to protect her for any reason.

"So, how old are you exactly?" Lily asked attempting to make some sort of small talk. Ruby just chuckled softly at how nervous the smaller girl was. "I'm sixteen now. How about yourself?" She asked in return. Lily looked up at Ruby for a second before turning her attention to what was in front of her so she wouldn't bump into a tree. "I had just turned sixteen myself the other day" She answered.

Ruby looked at the girl and grabbed her hand so she would stop walking. Lily did indeed stop and looked at Ruby slightly confused. "Your birthday was on Friday and you didn't celebrate?" She asked. Lily shrugged slightly as she looked up at Ruby. "My parents work in Charlottetown and haven't been able to return home yet. So I hadn't really thought of how to celebrate by myself." Lily said.

Ruby pouted slightly and continued walking with Lily. "That's quite sad isn't it?" She asked. Lily shrugged and looked down at her feet as they crunched the leaves beneath her. "It doesn't bother me Ruby. It isn't the first year this has happened. Besides I don't even have any companions to spend my time with." She said.

Ruby noticed that Lily never let go of her hand and she intertwined their fingers together. "Well, from now on to forever. You'll have me to spend your time with while you're parents are away" She whispered very closely to Lily's ear.

Lily shivered from the sensation and blushed like crazy. "Thank you Ruby. That is very kind of you". Ruby smiled brightly and nodded. "Of course. I would hate to be alone for my birthday too" She said.

760 Word Count Originally Written and Published on Wattpad April 14th 2020

[frickingnerd]

secretly dating jerry baynard

pairing: jerry baynard x fem!reader

tags: wholesome fluff, gardener jerry, rich girl x poor boy, mentions of eloping together, reader has multiple suitors

jerry had been working for your family for a while, looking after the flowers in the garden and doing some work on the fields

your family was rich and stuck up, always looking down on the boy. but you always admired and envied jerry, for the freedom he had

you knew you'd eventually be married off to a man you didn't love, while jerry could pick his partner freely. yet what you didn't know at that time was that the girl jerry wanted was you!

you always watched him when he worked in the garden, while jerry watched you when you were reading a book outside by the flowers. the garden was the only place the two of you ever met and got any alone time

your relationship started with some small talk, about the flowers blooming near you and the books you liked to read. but quickly, you realized how much the two of you had in common!

you began to seek each other out at any opportunity. you helped jerry with the flowers and lent him your books. soon, feelings began to blossom between the two of you!

you had your first kiss near the roses in the garden, your faces hidden behind a book, as jerry stole your first kiss. ever since then, that spot became the place you'd meet and spend time at

you always had to be careful that your parents, nor any of the other people working at the mansion didn't spot you two! if anyone saw you two, you'd be in grave trouble!

sometimes, when your parents were out of town or away for an evening, you'd sneak jerry into the mansion, showing him the book shelves in your room and treating him to all the best food he never ate before!

those moments always felt so domestic and precious. almost as if, even for just a moment, you got to be a normal couple

jerry always listened to you vent about the men your parents introduced you to and the two of you came up with plans on how to get rid of them, so you wouldn't have to marry any of those suitors

for now, those plans always worked. and while nobody said it out loud, both of you were worried that eventually, you'd be forced to marry one of those men!

but even then, jerry swore to run away with you, before that could ever happen! he started saving up some money and even if you had to live in poverty, at least the two of you could stay together!

[lovelywritten]

COMFORT

—pairing : Gilbert Blythe x fem!reader

—summary : An unfortunate accident has you inevitably stuck with Gilbert Blythe—which your father had absolutely no hand in.

—content : sfw, fluff, mutual pining, poetic gushing of reader completely lost in her mirage of defenseless affliction for Gilbert

—word count : 2k

Dark stains ranging from light grey to smokey black smeared all over the townspeople's crestfallen faces, a residue of the fire accident that had taken place at the Gillis' family home.

The remnants of the fire took over their house walls. If it weren't for Anne Shirley-Cuthbert, the Gillis' residence would've been left with nothing but ashes. The house structure and foundation were still intact. Its durability remained a wonder, however.

It was fortunate that no one was injured from the catastrophe. The only casualty was the concrete house itself which had layers of ashen smudges creeping up its scorched walls.

When the fire had been vanquished, the people went to the patriarch and matriarch of the Gillis' to share their concerns and somehow alleviate their distress over temporarily losing their home and refuge. Small talk, yet still laced with sincerity.

Avonlea was a small town with a limited number of residents occupying it. They may be awfully spiteful sometimes, especially when it comes to those who take pleasure in gossip, but they sure are compassionate and genuine, if not every one.

Your father made his way to approach Gilbert Blythe. ❝Gilbert, good lad. Might I trouble you for a favor?❞ His tone was inquisitive, yet the vague certainty and subdued confidence in his eyes did not go unnoticed by the younger male.

❝Of course, sir. May I ask what it's about?❞

❝Could you possibly escort my Y/n home? It seems that my daughter is set on offering comfort to her dear friend.❞ The facial expression he conveyed seemed to be dejected and hopeless. As hard as he tried to play it out, Gilbert could see through your father—at some point.

He did not want to interject, though. Nor dare to confront him about it. Gilbert did not seem too keen to expose him, instead he appreciated your father's not-so-well-hidden intentions to play match-maker.

Mr. L/n had his fingers on his temples with his brows slightly furrowed, no doubt expressing helplessness. ❝It's just that I promised my wife I would be back as soon as possible after things here have settled down...❞ He then laughs slightly, thinking back on what had happened before his departure towards the site of the regretful incident. ❝We almost couldn't leave the house when M/n became too panicked and worried for our safety, you see.❞

Your father shoots him a careful and hopeful look. His spirits seemed to be more lifted and assured when Gilbert nodded with a smile. ❝I'd be happy to walk Y/n home, sir.❞

❝Thank you, Gilbert. My wife and I appreciate it. I'll be off now then, good night.❞ He did not even wait for a reply from the younger male.

Gilbert watched the older man walking towards the path leading to his home—well, in long strides with graceful haste more like.

His gaze then falls over you. You appeared to be the image of serene and composed, yet the strands of your h/c curls frame your face with an ethereal unruliness in them, given the accident that occured at the Gillis' family house. Who would still look presentable after that? The people who stayed home, obviously. Everyone who wanted to help scurried over to offer their aid as soon as the news reached them. Including you and your father.

While your father took the buckets back with him, you were only carrying a cozy shawl sprawled over your shoulders to warm you up from the biting cold of the night.

You and the girls were formed in a small group. With a look of compassion and gentleness in your expression, you shared a conversation directed to Ruby as the recipient of your good intent. ❝I would be delighted to accommodate you and your family to our humble residence, Ruby…❞ You started with a soft smile, in a genuine benign manner towards your dear classmate.

Ruby was hell-bent on refusing to stay with Anne and wanted to be with you and even considered staying with Diana. She had a conflicted facial expression etched on her face with her brows furrowed. Her mouth opens in an attempt to refute.

But then, you spoke again with the same tenderness. ❝But I think you should accept Anne's offer and spend some time to get to know her better. It could do you good, the both of you.❞ The calm temperament you reasoned with seemed to be taking effect since you've made your serenity contagious to Ruby.

Diana was quick to put in more words for Ruby to agree, knowing where you were going with this. It would be beneficial for not only Anne and Ruby, but also to your other classmates who always seem to misunderstand Anne. Maybe spending time with Anne would change the perception of the girl into a more positive note if they get to know each other better and resolve past ill sentiments that Ruby once had for Anne.

❝Y/n is completely right, Ruby. I've always had fun whenever I am with Anne. Please give her a chance as I have?❞ Diana casts a careful and cautious look over her sandy-blonde friend.

Eventually, Ruby nods her head—albeit hesitantly.

Diana wraps her arms around Anne as she bids her farewell. ❝I'll visit soon, all right?❞ Your brunette friend leaves the three of you with a wave of her hand and follows after her father who waited for his daughter by the tree.

Speaking of fathers, you don't seem to locate yours as you scanned around the area. At all.

Gilbert's tall stature does come to your line of sight, though.

You gulped lightly, as you seemed to struggle looking away from him. You forced yourself to focus your attention back to your friend. Pulling yourself together, you smile softly at her. ❝It's all right, Ruby. You're in good hands.❞ Being the good friend that you are, you tried to comfort her with the dulcet rubbing of your hand against her wool-clad arms. When her expression relaxes, only then did you talk again.

❝I shall take my leave now. I'll see you two tomorrow, yes?❞ Your eyes trained to Anne then to Ruby's.

Anne was more enthusiastic than Ruby to reply—which you can understand because Ruby had just lost her home and would be spending time with a girl she did not exactly want to associate herself with given what the others negatively perceived of Anne.

Before you knew it, someone fell into step with you. Looking up to your side, you came face to face with the one and only Gilbert Blythe. Your brows slightly shot up, surprised at the sight of him when his house was the other way around.

❝Gilbert, I—wha...❞

❝Your father requested that I accompany you.❞ He explains, appearing completely unbothered by the reason at all. If anything, he seemed relaxed. Delighted, maybe?

And then there was this slightly upturned smile playing on his lips that sent your mind in a frenzy as he looked at you with a certain intent—something that you couldn't quite decipher.

Quickly composing yourself, you replied with a steady voice. ❝I'm sorry to trouble you then, Gilbert. Father can be quite the worrywart when it comes to his only daughter. ❞

❝It's no trouble at all, Y/n. It's my pleasure to take you home. ❞ He grins so easily at you that his stare becomes quite difficult for you to maintain.

You stayed silent after that, simply looking ahead of you—trying to ignore the racing of your heart at his words. Maybe you were overthinking it. But the way he composed the structure of his words were ambiguous, you couldn't help it.

There were endless words to choose from. Like: walk you home. But, no. He just had to choose ❝take you home❞ did he? His implications were vague if he was actually referring to your house or—

Yeah, you were overthinking things.

It might not be as complex as you imagined.

It would only be a few hours until dawn arrives. So much for sleep. You were sure that your friends—who actually cared about Ruby sacrificed their sleep just to be with her earlier and lend a helping hand to her family.

You were pulled out of your thoughts when the sudden gush of cold wind passed, causing you to slightly shiver. You tightened your shawl around you. No doubt, even your fingers were icy cold.

Just then, you felt something heavy set upon your shoulders. Startled, your fingers came into contact with something warm—which you noticed were actually Gilbert's knuckles as you clutched the plaid material he draped over your shoulders.

Your eyes captured his ever mesmerizing, enigmatic, warm chestnut brown hazel eyes, softened with genuine concern. You weren't even aware you had both come to a standstill.

You cleared your throat slightly before you looked away, continuing to tread back home. With him.

When you glanced back at him, his eyes were sparkling in bliss with the corners of his mouth pulled up into a disarmingly boyish grin that had you utterly captivated.

You did not even realize you mirrored his smile with a shyer one. But you were far too late to be self-aware. Gilbert had already seen it. You could have playfully shoved him with the way you saw his smile widening teasingly. Instead, you scoff softly—in sheer amusement at the situation with a smile gracing your lips.

Finally you reached the plinth of your home. You paused, contemplating—not knowing what to do exactly.

Biting your lower lip lightly, you divert your attention from the door, turning around to face him. He has a calm and relaxed expression on, his body language was at ease as he returned your gaze with a hint of a smile playing at his lips.

❝Good night, Gilbert.❞

His mouth parted, stretching to a full-on winsome grin. ❝Definitely.❞

Your eyebrows slightly twitched at the cryptic implication of his reply. You felt yourself purse your lips together, feeling a warmth swarm up your face.

He took a few steps backward with his body still lingered towards your direction. ❝See you later.❞ When he saw you smile softly, he waves at you.

He stood there still. As if waiting for you to make your way inside the house first before he could set his mind at ease and depart.

Giving him a peace of mind, you crossed the threshold and closed the door with a soft click. His face was the last thing you saw before it completely shut.

Oh, yes. It would definitely be a good night. You thought with a smile creeping up your lips as you made your way upstairs to your boudoir.

This interaction of yours with Gilbert barely even consisted beyond that of at least fifty words. Yet he had you on a chokehold, didn't he?

Those infuriatingly expressive, enchantingly mysterious, earth-shatteringly gorgeous empyrean hazel eyes. And that dangerously mind-blowing coy curl of the lips, and knee-numbing honeyed words were all to blame. How can someone deserve such power assigned so carelessly to a single being—destined to wield it without even being self-aware of his complete leverage over you?

Good God, you may be forsaken for all eternity for as long as Gilbert Blythe lives.

Maybe this was why Ruby was utterly infatuated with him for a long time. His charm was disarming. With no hope of breaking free from his reigns he so blissfully unaware he brought upon you.

You were not immune.

A/N : this was supposed to be a blurb, but as you can see I may have gotten carried away-- Also, I am aware that the setting for this scene was during early morning, however I just felt that night time would have been more fitting for this

[babyflorencee]

Jealousy

Gilbert Blythe x fem!Reader

The sun dipped below the rolling hills of Avonlea, casting an amber glow across the landscape. Gilbert Blythe, with his characteristic disheveled hair and thoughtful gaze, strolled through the orchard, a place that had witnessed the blossoming of friendships and the unveiling of emotions.

Avonlea was abuzz with preparations for the upcoming fair, a festivity Y/n L/n held dear in her heart. As Gilbert walked past the vibrant stalls and fluttering banners, he couldn't help but notice the vivacity in Y/n's step, her eyes sparkling with an enthusiasm that painted the world in hues of her imagination.

Yet, beneath Gilbert's calm exterior, a storm brewed. A quiet jealousy, like an unexpected visitor, had taken residence in his heart. It wasn't the kind born out of malice but rather a realization of the changing dynamics between them.

Y/n, oblivious to the tempest within Gilbert, happily chatted with Cole and Diana, her laughter weaving into the summer breeze. As Gilbert observed from a distance, he couldn't shake the feeling that he was standing on the periphery of her universe.

His heart, usually steady as the Avonlea river, now raced with an unfamiliar cadence. Why did he feel this way? Gilbert grappled with the turmoil, his fingers absentmindedly tracing the edge of the fair's prize ribbon he held.

Later that day, under the canopy of stars, Gilbert found himself by the bridge, a place where moments unfolded like chapters in a story. The rhythmic sound of cicadas filled the air as Y/n approached, her gaze alighting upon Gilbert's contemplative silhouette.

"Hey, Gil. Are you alright?" Y/n inquired, a glimmer of concern in her eyes.

The words struggled to find their way out of Gilbert's mouth, but the truth, as elusive as it was, demanded expression. "Y/n, do you ever feel like things are changing, and you're not sure where you fit in anymore?"

Y/n’s brows furrowed, “Change is a constant, Gilbert. But you'll always have a place in my heart. In my world." With the last sentence that left her mouth, her eyes softened, feeling sadness for the boy standing by her.

His heart, still entangled with vines of uncertainty, yearned for more. With a breath held in the quiet night, Gilbert spoke the words that fluttered within. "Y/n, it's not just about the changing world. It's about me, about us. It's about what we could possibly be. I can't stand on the sidelines anymore, y/n. I want to be more than a distant star in your sky."

It was a balm to Gilbert's restless heart, and yet, a lingering question remained unspoken. As they stood on the bridge, the moon casting its silver glow upon the water, the bond between them seemed to shimmer with an understanding beyond words.

Y/n's eyes widened, finally realizing the gravity of his confession. "Gilbert..."

Before she could say more, he took a step closer, his hand cupping her cheek. "I can't hold back any longer," he admitted, and in the soft glow of moonlight, he kissed her.

Their lips met, a silent promise of untold emotions and uncharted paths. The orchard witnessed the quiet culmination of a friendship blossoming into something more, as the stars overhead continued their timeless dance. In that stolen moment, Gilbert and Y/n discovered a new chapter in the story of Avonlea—a chapter written with ink that glistened with spoken feelings.

[g1rld1ary]

GIAAA OH MY GOD!!! First of all— CONGRATULATIONS HONEY!! 1K FOLLOWERS 🥹🥹 YOU DESERVE EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM AND SO MUCH MORE LOVIE!! I am so happy for you!! 💞💞🤭🤭

Second of all— I saw your celebration post and decided to send a request! No pressure, feel free to ignore if too much 🫶🏻

I recently watch Anne with an E and I am obsessed with Gilbert Blythe! I had to request for him!!

“Gilbert Blythe” with “Bicycle” 🤭🫶🏻 I would love to read about him and the reader going on a ride and everything, so cute 😤👌🏻

anyways, love you!! 🥹💞

xoxo, della 🧸

eee della thank you so much!! <3 and i am so glad u enjoyed awae gilbert is one of my top fictional crushes he is the man ever!!! and this was such a gorg request i was giggling while writing hehe - lots of love to u!! xox

my 1k celebration

[ BICYCLE ]: the sender and receiver mount their bikes and head off to cycle in the countryside together.

obviously being in canada the views are gorgeous

and being in such a gossipy town like avonlea you both hated going on dates in town

so going on a bike ride together seemed like an absolute no brainer

the day would be perfect, midsummer where the sky was clear

you'd take a quiet path, going through fields filled with flowers and forests where light filtered through the leaves above you

gilbert would love to hear you ramble about whatever book you'd last read or conversations you'd had with the girls at school as you cycled

you'd challenge him to a race on a long straight stretch (of course he'd let you win)

and he'd obviously accept a kiss as a consolation prize

you would try to show off to him, taking your hands off the handlebars or riding in circles

and if you fell off and scraped your knee at least you had your favourite doctor with you

gilbert would first and foremost make sure you're okay, cleaning the wound, putting a cute bandaid on the cut and kissing it better

after your injury gilbert would suggest maybe taking some time off of the bikes

for a picnic!!

you drop your bikes and plant yourselves in a clearing, enjoying the treats you'd brought from home

eventually, when the sun starts setting and you know your parents would expect you home, you get back on your bikes, both in awe of the beautiful colours of the sky as it turned to dusk

gilbert would drop you home like a gentleman, and as he got back on his bicycle to take the path back to his house you would race back out your gate, pressing a quick kiss to his lips

both of you would be absolute blushy messes afterwards, shyly waving goodbye as he cycled off

[medvedsir]

[delishtequila]

Ongsjsks just thinking about listening Lovers rock by TV girl with fred or George AAAAAAA 😭

[viaxslz]

▦ ﹒ ☆ CALLING THEM BY THIER REAL NAME ⸒ 별 ꜝ ﹫

享受 ! .°. ݁₊ 𐙚 gn!reader, cw: pet names, fluff, nothing much not proofread :P

CHAN

Pet name norm: Normally you call him everything but "Christopher" baby, babe, Channie, cuddlekoala™. he’s used to being absolutely babied. So the first time you go, “Christopher, can you pass me the remote?” His entire system reboots. He blinks at you like you just called him “Mr. Bang” in a courtroom. “Christopher…?” he repeats, slowly, suspiciously. “Are you mad at me? Did I forget an anniversary? Did I leave the fridge open again? Be honest.” 100% thinks he’s in trouble. Starts checking his calendar for any missed events, already texting Jisung like “DID I MESS UP BRO.” You’re just chilling, eating chips. “No? I just felt like it.” He softens like a microwaved marshmallow. “Oh. Okay. Just checking. But also… never do that again.” Gets dramatic: “Calling me Christopher feels like you’re about to divorce me and take the kids I don’t have.” Then pouts for 30 minutes until you call him “baby” again. Suddenly his tail is wagging. “THERE we go.” Lowkey likes it, though. Won’t admit it, but the next time you call him “Christopher” by accident, he gets a little blushy. Bonus: will use it against you if he’s being sulky. “Fine. I guess Christopher isn’t worthy of cuddles tonight.” You: “…what is wrong with you.”

MINHO

Normally, you call him things like: “babe,” “honey,” “min-min,” “grumpy cat,” or something chaotic like “my little menace.” So when you suddenly go, “Minho, can you help me with this?” He freezes. Turns to you slowly, squints. “Who’s Minho. Never met him.” Immediately acts like you just signed his death certificate. “Are we breaking up? Just tell me. I can take it.” (He cannot take it.) “Minho?” he repeats, mock-offended. “What’s next, you calling me Mr. Lee?” You: “I just… felt like using your real name?” Minho: “Well I just felt like dying a little inside.” Tries to act cool and unaffected, but he’s so dramatic behind the scenes. Lays facedown on the couch like a Victorian wife who just heard her husband say “We’re out of tea.” “You’ve been watching dramas again, haven’t you? That’s what this is. You're turning on me. Betrayal. Treachery. This is my villain origin arc.” The next day, calls you by your full government name just to “restore balance.” “Sure, [Full Name], I’ll take out the trash.” Eventually admits (grudgingly, while cuddling you under a blanket burrito) that hearing his real name from you is kinda… cute. “Just don’t make it a habit. I’m used to you being annoying and clingy.” Five minutes later, you whisper “Minho” again. Him, whispering back: “That’s it. We’re fighting. Pillow war. No survivors.”

CHANGBIN

Usually you call him stuff like “binnie,” “baby,” “cutie buff guy,” or something feral like “my gym rat prince.” So when you casually go, “Seo Changbin, can you hand me the charger?” He physically flinches. “What did you just say?” He’s staring at you like you just called him a disappointment in front of his mom. Instantly thinks he’s in trouble. “Wait wait wait, did I do something? Did I breathe wrong? Are you about to lecture me?” You: “No? I just said your name?” Changbin: “My government name?? In this house??” Dramatically clutches his chest. “You only call me Seo Changbin when you’re mad, confessing to a murder, or turning into a villain.” Starts spiraling for no reason. “Is this about the snacks I hid behind the rice cooker? Because I can explain.” Then gets all sulky. “You don’t love me anymore. It’s fine. I’ll move on. Tell the boys I died bravely.” You: “Binnie—” He perks up instantly. “Yes, that’s me. I’m Binnie. Your favorite. Your small strong man.” Pretends he’s joking, but lowkey sensitive about it. Will side-eye you for the rest of the day like a kicked puppy. “You used to call me sunshine… now I’m just Changbin…” Later that night, burrows into your neck like a koala and mumbles, “Don’t say my real name unless we’re getting married or I’m winning an award. It’s scary.” Next morning you wake up to a sticky note on the fridge: “Pet names only 😤 — Binnie ❤️💪🐻”

HYUNJIN

You're normally hitting him with the extra stuff like “angel,” “pretty prince,” “Hyunie,” “dramatic swan,” or “Michelangelo reincarnated.” So when you suddenly go, “Hyunjin, can you pass me the remote?” He goes dead silent. Eyes narrow. Jaw clenches. Paintbrush stops mid-stroke. “Excuse me?” he says like you just slapped him with a Shakespearean glove. “What happened to ‘baby’? ‘Love of my life’? ‘Muse of my soul’? Am I not your walking masterpiece anymore?” You: “I just wanted to say your name.” Hyunjin: “YOU SAY MY NAME WHEN YOU’RE CRYING INTO MY ARMS DURING A MOVIE, NOT TO ASK FOR THE REMOTE.” Paces dramatically like he’s in a K-drama about to turn evil. “I should’ve known this day would come. You’ve grown tired of me.” Actually gets quiet after that. Not sad just way too in his head. “...Do I need a new nickname? Have I lost my sparkle? Is my forehead too big today?” Ten minutes later, comes back with a list. “So I brainstormed some new pet names in case ‘Hyunjin’ is your new thing. Options include: ‘my gorgeous chaos,’ ‘hot disaster,’ or just ‘🌹.’ Thoughts?” You: “Hyunie, please chill.” He immediately melts. “THERE IT IS. I forgive you. Come cuddle me.” Bonus: if you call him “Hwang Hyunjin” he’ll drop to the floor like he’s been shot. “DON’T USE MY FULL NAME UNLESS I’M GRADUATING OR GETTING ARRESTED.”

HAN

Usually, you call him things like “baby,” “sungie,” “gremlin boy,” “my tiny chaos,” or whatever weird affectionate name pops into your head at 3 a.m. So when you go, “Jisung, can you help me with this?” He turns his head so fast it’s a miracle he doesn’t sprain something. He squints at you like you just betrayed him in a Mafia game. “Who? Who’s that? Never heard of him. Sounds like a loser.” You: “It’s literally your name.” Han: “Yeah but why would you use it? Did a demon possess you?” Immediately starts being weird about it. “Jisung? What’s next? You gonna call me ‘sir’? Should I put on a suit?” Then it hits him. He gasps. “Wait. Are we roleplaying? Is this serious? Do I need a fake backstory? I’m ready. I’m a barista who secretly writes music and you’re my mysterious customer with a tragic past.” You: “I just wanted the scissors.” Han: “Oh. Right.” Pretends he’s fine but keeps dramatically sighing and dropping hints. “Remember when you used to call me your little peanut butter cup? Good times.” Later you call him “babe” like normal and he immediately clings to you like a koala. “Thank god. I thought we were over. I was already writing a breakup mixtape in my head.” But now that you know it messes with his head, you start using “Jisung” just to be chaotic. He falls for it every time. One serious "Jisung" and he’s spiraling again. “What did I do now? I swear I didn’t eat your leftovers. That was Seungmin. Probably. Maybe.” Bonus: If you ever hit him with “Han Jisung,” he will crawl under the blanket and refuse to come out. “I’m not coming out until you say ‘gremlin baby boy of my heart’ again.” “You’re weird.”

FELIX

Normally, you call him sweet things like “Lixie,” “baby,” “sunshine,” “my little brownie,” or “deep-voiced angel from heaven.” So when you go, “Yongbok, can you grab my water bottle?” He freezes mid-step like someone just paused his simulation. Turns around slowly with those wide sparkly eyes “Did you just... call me Yongbok?” You: “Yeah?” Felix: “Did I do something wrong? Are you about to fight me? Should I sit down?” Genuinely concerned because no one uses his birth name unless it’s a government form, a relative, or someone trying to guilt trip him with childhood stories. Dramatically puts a hand on his chest “Are you mad at me? Was the hug I gave you earlier not good enough? Do you want a new hug? A deluxe hug?” You: “Felix, I’m literally just dehydrated.” Felix: “Then why are you dehydrating our relationship with this sudden formality?” He walks away muttering “Yongbok… unbelievable…” like you just told him Santa isn't real. Later shows up with your water bottle, two cookies, and a sticker he found “In case you’re mad at me. Even though I don’t know why. But I forgive you.” You: “I’m not mad, I swear.” Felix: “You called me Yongbok. I’ve been emotionally compromised.” The moment you go back to calling him “Lixie,” he lights up like a Christmas tree “There she is. My favorite person. I missed you. Please never disappear again.” Bonus: you try it again the next day just to mess with him. He clutches your arm dramatically “If you say Yongbok one more time, I’m changing your contact name to Tax Collector.”

SEUNGMIN

Usually you call him “minnie,” “puppy,” “smartass,” “grumpy cutie,” or “my favorite hater” depending on the mood. So when you hit him with a straight-faced “Kim Seungmin, can you pass me the charger?” He doesn’t even look up. Just goes, “Who died?” You: “What?” Seungmin: “You’re using my full name like we’re in court and I’m about to be sentenced. What happened. Be honest.” You: “Nothing happened, I just used your name?” Seungmin: “Okay. Well I’m scared now. And slightly offended.” Side-eyes you for a full ten minutes like you insulted his entire bloodline. “First of all, only my mom and my enemies call me Kim Seungmin. Which one are you trying to be right now.” Acts cool but he’s definitely being petty about it. “Sure. Here’s your charger, [Full Name]. Would you like anything else, ma’am?” Pretends he’s fine but starts purposely avoiding your pet names just to throw you off. “Okay, y/n. Cool shirt, y/n. Want some water, y/n?” You: “Are you okay?” Seungmin: “I was until I got government named in my own home.” Eventually you break and call him “puppy” again. He smiles, victorious, smug as hell “That’s what I thought. Now come cuddle me or I’ll start calling you by your email username.” Bonus: next time you say “Kim Seungmin,” he responds with “Present,” like he’s taking attendance “Kim Seungmin?” “Here. Emotionally wounded, but physically present.”

JEONGIN

Normally you call him stuff like “innie,” “baby,” “cutie,” or something unhinged like “my little menace in a hoodie” So when you go, “Yang Jeongin, can you help me with this?” He blinks at you like you just threatened him. “Excuse me. I know you didn’t just first-middle-last name me with your eyes like that.” You: “That’s literally just your name” Jeongin: “That’s a form of violence and I’m calling the authorities” Immediately grabs his phone “Hello, yes, I’d like to report emotional damage. Cause? My partner called me by my birth certificate name with no warning.” Stares at you in disbelief. “What happened to ‘baby’? What happened to ‘my sweet Innie who I adore more than anything’?” Starts dramatically narrating his downfall. “It all started on a rainy Tuesday when she called me Yang Jeongin. My world was never the same.” You: “You’re so dramatic.”Jeongin: “You’re so heartless.” Tries to pretend he’s joking but secretly keeps checking if you’re mad at him for real. “You’re not breaking up with me, right? Because if you are I need at least a week’s notice so I can emotionally prepare and eat ten tubs of ice cream.” You laugh and call him “innie” again. He instantly grins like a puppy and tackles you into a hug. “Okay good. I forgive you. But don’t ever scare me like that again. My heart is fragile.” Bonus: if you call him “Yang Jeongin” again just to mess with him, he’ll start responding with “Yes, [ Full Name], do you need assistance?” and bow like a waiter at a fancy restaurant

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[fear-less]

₊˚⊹˚ 𐙚 what letter? sirius, what letter? 

pairing: james potter x f!reader

series summary ➥ In which, james has had longing feelings for you—christmas holidays are nearing and james confesses his love towards you in the letter, expect you never read the letter, didn’t know it existed.

Warnings: angst, fluff, james pov, this inspired by awae (aka the best show ever), James is complicated...ofc, nothing else

#1 she ignored my letter!

➥ In which, James writes you a love letter and hides it into your luggage carrying your clothes, not knowing he put it in a pocket you never open.

#2 she can date whoever she wants to, i don't care.

➥ In which, James and you still aren't on talking terms, he avoids you, never gets too close to you, yet complains to everyone when he sees you get close to your new charms partner.

#3 this is awkward..

➥ In which, you were fed up with James, deciding to put aside your pettiness you drag him away from the gryffindor party to talk to him.

#4 what letter? sirius, what letter?

➥ In which, you never planned on talking to james ever again, not after your last encounter with him. Luckily Sirius saves the day.

-- lmk if u wanna be tagged for any of these!!

[dangerouslyintofictionalloves]

Different (Ruby x Fem OC) P.T.2

Disclaimer: This is a LGBTQ+ Short Story, although the actual character may not be LGBTQ+ it is just a story and I know I'm not the only person that is open to this side of this character. We all write fanfictions that change characteristics of a character so I hope you all keep that in mind and do not attack me in the comments for the content that I have written.

Other Content Tags: Fluff, Cuteness, Heart Squeezing or Cringey Scenes, Slightly Out Of Character Dominance Ruby

Part One

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Lily smiled to herself as she laid on her bed reading a romance novel. The way the characters interacted with each other. Strangers that seemed like lovers, it made her think of the scenario that had happened between Ruby and herself. Ruby had taken her to the river and picked flowers for her. The mere thought of it made her heart flutter. She looked over at her nightstand and bit her lip as her eyes roamed over the sight of the beautiful flowers Ruby had picked out for her.

"Lily darling!" Rosetta called from downstairs. Lily snapped out of her thoughts and sat up from her bed quickly. "Yes mother!" She called back. "Your little blonde friend is here to walk with you to school!"

Lily bit her lip again and smiled. She quickly grabbed her school bag and put on her coat as she rushed downstairs. Being the clumsy bucket she is, she missed the last step and yelped as she felt herself getting sucked down by gravity.

Her eyes snapped shut waiting for the impact that never came. After a few moments of confusion her eyes fluttered open, only to meet the wondrous ocean blue eyes of a certain blonde girl. "Are you alright Lily?" She asked. Lily was blushing like crazy. "Y-Yeah I'm fine. Thank you for catching me although I must be quite heavy" She said quickly as she stood up in a slight panic.

Ruby noticed her nervousness and smirked. "You're actually as light as a feather my darling. Now we must make our way to school" She said as she offered Lily her arm. Lily gladly linked her arm with Ruby's and bit her lip as they made their way to the path that lead them to their school.

During the walk Ruby kept finding more and more ways to tease Lily. Which only confused the poor girl and flustered her completely. Once they arrived to school no one had questioned their behavior. The boys just assumed it was what females did and the girls had no idea about Ruby so they just assumed she grew close to Lily.

Ruby lead Lily inside and helped her with her coat which Lily thanked her for. Ruby grabbed Lily's hand and pulled her to their seats while the other kids just waited outside for their teacher. Lily took this time to continue her novel and Ruby just admired how the light caressed Lily's silhouette. "You're so beautiful" She whispered aloud.

Lily had overheard Ruby and gasped softly. Ruby wasn't aware that she had said that aloud and assumed Lily was reacting to a scene in the novel she was reading. Since no one was in class she moved a strand of hair gently behind Lily's ear. "Beautiful" She whispered again.

Lily gulped and tried to ignore the comments so she wouldn't startle Ruby who was obviously in a dreamlike state. All of a sudden the class had filed into the schoolhouse like a herd of horses. The sudden action had made both girls jump and Ruby went back into pretending that she was so into Gilbert Blythe. Meanwhile Lily had a hard time wrapping her mind around what had just happened. Like Ruby was just losing control of herself and her emotions the more they spent time together. Lily couldn't fathom the idea of Ruby having feelings for her in return. They're both women for crying out loud. It is forbidden.

Miss Stacy walked inside to begin class and Ruby was completely over trying to keep up her facade of being overly in love with Gilbert. At first she truly felt that way. Then she laid eyes on Lily and her heart had never loosened it's grip on the gorgeous exotic girl.

During class Lily could not concentrate one bit. Luckily today was the day that the whole class was working on a newsletter. Miss Stacy knew that Lily did better work alone so she was allowed to do whatever she please as long as it was productive and stimulated her mind. Ruby was sad as she sat with Josie Pye. Josie was concerned since the only time she had ever seen Ruby like this was when Anne came in with Gilbert.

Ruby was staring off at someone and Josie knew it wasn't at Gilbert since he was on the other side of the room. She followed Ruby's gaze and silently gasped as she noticed that Ruby was staring in a wanting manner over at Lily Adams. Ruby placed a hand on her cheek as she watched the girl flip through the pages of her novel. "Ruby are you alright?" Josie asked.

Ruby sighed and shook her head then laid her head down. "I'll be fine Josie, just a bit tired is all" She responded. Josie was in utter shock of what she had just put together. She did notice that recently Ruby's attempts to fan over Gilbert seemed more forced nowadays but she would've never thought that it was because that Ruby wasn't attracted to him anymore.

She clicked her tongue and planned in her mind on how to confirm her suspicions. Once everything had been slightly thought out Josie Pye got up from her seat and walked over towards Lily. "Oh wow Lillian, you're reading a novel for the time we're supposed to be working on the newsletter as a class. Are you some sort of teachers pet to be able to gain this sort of privilege?" She asked.

Lily had flinched at the sound of her full first name. "Now now Ms.Pye that is enough" Miss Stacy started. Josie glanced over at Ruby who had clenched fists by her side then turned her attention back to Lily. "Well bookworm, I hope you don't intend to sabotage this class by not participating in any class activity. Oh, who knows if you ever brought any value to this class anyways. Carry on." Josie snickered as she returned to her seat.

Miss Stacy was not too happy about the events that unfolded and looked over at Lily who only smiled sadly in attempt to reassure her that she was okay. "Josie, we will have a talk when class is dismissed. Now get back to work." Miss Stacy said. Lily returned to her individual activity as the class silently gossiped about what had just happened once Miss Stacy turned her attention back to her previous task grading their assignments from earlier.

Word Count: 1121 Originally Written and Published on Wattpad April 14th 2020

[frickingnerd]

gilbert blythe telling you "i love you" for the first time

pairing: gilbert blythe x gn!reader

tags: wholesome fluff, unspecified relationship (implied romance)

the first time gilbert said those three little words to you was on a sunny spring evening

after school, he had walked you home but on your way there the two of you got sidetracked and ended up strolling through the woods, just talking and laughing together

eventually, you two ended up near a small lake and took a break there

while gilbert sat down near the water, you picked a few flowers that grew nearby, holding them in your hands and admiring them

your eyes were fixated on the pretty flowers, while gilbert's eyes were glued to you

he sat there in silence, until those three little words just spilled over his lips, as if he couldn't keep them to himself anymore

"i love you…"

the way he said those words, you could've sworn that he never said them to anyone else before, nor would he ever tell anyone else

it was like those words were just for you to hear…

when you whipped your head around to look surprised at gilbert, he just smiled softly and apologized

"that came out of nowhere, i'm sorry…"

[prythianpages]

'Cause It Was Always You | Azriel x Reader

summary: After eavesdropping on multiple conversations, Azriel finally gathers the courage to confess his feelings to you, thinking he's on the verge of losing you.

word count: 1,741

warnings: I guess angst at the beginning? But I promise it ends with fluff!

a/n: Billie Eilish's Birds of a Feather has been on repeat in my head and it prompted this cute little idea. Also shoutout to @nocasdatsgay for helping me with a codename for Az.

“I fear I’ll love Lapis until the day that I die…until the light leaves my eyes…until I’m in the grave, rotting awa–”

“y/n, you’re drunk,” Feyre had giggled.

“Drunk in love,” you sang in response with a giggle of your own.

And when one of Azriel’s shadows reported the silly little smile on your face, the silly little sparkle in your eyes, he shrunk back into the ones that had remained. His heart sank to his stomach, a cold, heavy weight settling there. 

Because you were in love. 

With someone that wasn’t him.

Azriel told himself that was the last time he’d eavesdrop. And perhaps, that wouldn’t have been a lie, if it wasn’t for the pesky little shadow that followed you around. It enjoyed dancing and flitting around you. Sometimes, it’d make its presence known by weaving through your hair or slithering up your arm. Most times, it’d trail behind you, like a little duckling.

Azriel tried to call the shadow back home but it was unwavering, choosing to linger in your presence instead. The same way he wished to linger by your side. And recently, the inky traitor had gotten into the habit of summoning more of his shadows to your side, weaving an invisible bond between you and him.

Every time a shadow returned to him, it brought whispers of your laughter, the sparkle in your eyes, and the softness in your voice when you spoke of Lapis. Each word you uttered about that male tore him apart, every confession cutting deeper than any blade ever could.

“If you don’t ask Lapis out, Jasper will do it for you and believe me when I say you do not want that to happen.”

“Okay, okay! I’ll ask him out. Tomorrow.”

That was a snippet of a conversation his shadows had reported to him earlier, cutting his morning training short. It lingered with him, haunting him throughout the day. And now, he found himself unable to sleep, constantly turning in his bed.

Azriel’s stomach twists into a tight knot, the storm raging outside echoing his inner turmoil. Tomorrow. He was running out of time.  Fear and perhaps, even pride, kept him from telling you how he truly felt about you. But now, he found himself fearing something even worse. Losing you before he even had a chance to say it…

He didn’t want to wake up one day and regret his silence, regret not telling you how he felt because of pride or fear. He needed to do this for himself, to break free from the shadows of his past. He had failed to confess his love twice before, and the thought of a third failure was unbearable. This time, he couldn’t let fear hold him back. The risk of losing you to someone else was a pain he couldn't endure.

With a deep breath, Azriel steeled himself. He needed to find you, to tell you the truth about his feelings. Before anything between you and Lapis could blossom. He couldn’t let another moment pass without you knowing how deeply he loved you.

Which is how he found himself at your doorstep, in the middle of the night, clothes sticking to him like a second skin as the rain pours relentlessly down on him. His shadows stir in excitement, whispering anxiously as they hear your approaching footsteps. His heart is pounding, so fast and hard that he fears it’s going to explode.

“Azriel?” 

Your voice is still marred by sleep as you blink up at him. That traitorous shadow hovers behind you, peering at him over your shoulder. He glares at it, and it quickly hides behind your hair. You don’t seem to notice it, either unfazed or truly oblivious to the shadow that had been following you around for so long.

“Did something happen?” You speak again, brows furrowing in concern. You step back into your apartment, a silent gesture for him to follow after you and come inside. 

“I–” Azriel begins but he can’t bring himself to finish his sentence. He can’t even bring himself to move as his eyes catch the movement of your arms wrapping around yourself to ward off the chill of the downpour. The nightgown you’re wearing is thin and short. A  glimpse of your exposed skin has a warmth rushing to his face and he’s blushing.

"I—" He tries again but when his eyes meet yours, his heart leaps into his throat, choking off his words. Oh gods, he can’t do this. He’s grateful for the rain as it masks the tears beginning to sting at his eyes. He thinks he’s going to be sick and–

“Are you okay?”

His shadows push him forward, wings shuddering in response. It’s now or never. He can do this. He takes a deep breath, swallowing the lump in his throat.

“I love you.” 

The words spill out in a rush, raw and unguarded. He watches you with bated breath, his shadows whispering every nuance in your expression—from the way your eyebrows raise and your mouth parts as a gasp escapes, to the way your eyes glisten with something he’s too scared to discern.

You’re rendered speechless, the silence that follows feeling like an eternity. Azriel’s wings slump, growing heavy. He clears his throat, averting his gaze. The need to retreat is overpowering what little courage he had gathered moments ago. 

“That’s all I had to say. I should, um–I’ll be leaving now,” he stammers, so unsure and so unlike himself.

“Az–” you start, reaching out to him, but he’s already stepping back into the rain. He doesn’t think he can face your rejection, much less witness the look on your face if you don’t feel the same.

“Goodnight.”

His shadows are like a wall of resistance, fighting against him as he turns to make his leave. He asks them—begs them, even– to swallow him whole. To winnow him away and save him from further mortification. But they refuse. Stay, they insist, tugging and weighing his wings down. 

It leaves him with no choice but to walk away. Every step feels heavier than the last, the rain soaking him to the bone. Listen, his shadows urge as they continue to tug relentlessly at his wings for him to turn back around and face you. 

But he can’t. Not when the Mother has seemed to have cursed him with loving those who could never love him back.

“Azriel!”

His mind screams at him to keep going, to keep walking away. However, the plea echoed in your voice has his chest tightening. His heart overrides his mind, shadows only encouraging him further. He turns around just in time to catch you as you leap into his arms.

Your legs wrap around his waist, arms encircling his neck in a desperate effort to keep him from leaving. His own arms respond immediately, securing you to him. 

“Don’t go.”

Your breath is warm against his neck as you tighten your embrace, and his wings curl around your smaller form in response, wanting to shield you from the relentless rain. He feels you shift in his arms, pulling away just enough to look into his eyes. One hand reaches out, tenderly brushing the dark fringe from his forehead. His breath catches, and you must sense his inner turmoil because you gently smooth away the furrow of his brow with your thumb.

“I love you,” you say, your hand caressing his cheek. Despite the cold, harsh downpour, your touch is warm and soft. A balm to his frayed nerves.

His heart swells with a mixture of disbelief and overwhelming joy. He had prepared himself for rejection, for the familiar sting of unrequited love. But here you were, confessing your love to him with the same vulnerability he had shown you.

“Really?” he whispers, voice thick with emotion, eyes searching yours for any sign of hesitation.

“Really.”

“I thought I was going to lose you,” he murmurs, his voice trembling with relief. “I thought I’d never have the chance to tell you.”

“Lose me? Azriel, you’ve always had me.”

“But you said you loved Lapis? You were going to ask him out–”

“So you were spying on me!”

Azriel’s eyes widen, cheeks flushing all over again and he’s glad it’s dark enough to conceal it. “No–I–not intentionally…my shadows, they…,” he trails off, realizing how ridiculous he must sound.

Yes, his shadow refused to come back to him. But he didn’t stop the others from reporting back to him so with a defeated sigh, he says, “I’m sorry.”

“Azriel,” you giggle and he’s frowning at you, not finding the humor in the situation. “You are Lapis.”

“What?”

“You’re Lapis. Cas is Jasper and Rhys is Amethyst.” You explain, lips curling into an amused smile at the sigh of relief that comes from Azriel. How had he not realized that all those names shared one thing in common? And more importantly, that they were color coded to his and Cassian’s siphons?

“I needed a codename for you so I can gush about my feelings for you without, you know,” you tilt your head toward that nosey, barely visible shadow that had been following you around. Sensing the attention, the shadow dips and hides again, curling around the back of your neck. 

“I fear it’s yours now,” Azriel replies, almost sheepishly.

“Good,” you smile at him. “I’ve grown rather fond of it. Just as I have over its master.”

His shadows take your words as a welcome invitation, swirling and dancing around you both. Azriel’s arms hook underneath your thighs, pulling you even closer to him. Your arms find their place around his neck again.

Then, you're closing the small distance between you and kissing him. Warmth spreads throughout him, reveling in the sweet sensation of your lips against his. The rain continues to pour, but neither of you care. 

When you finally pull away, he leans his forehead against yours, his eyes remaining closed as if in fear that this is all just a dream. You gently kiss his nose, your soft voice reminding him that this moment is real.

“I love you.”

Azriel’s eyes open, looking right into yours. “Until the day that I die,” he tells you, echoing your devotion.

There’s a knowing spark in your eyes as they search his own for answers. It has his lips lifting into a smile that mirrors yours, confirming that he had been eavesdropping on your drunken confession weeks ago.  Your smile widens. 

 “Until the light leaves my eyes.”

This was a better idea in my head but hey, at least I finished it. I also don't know the logistics of having a conversation in the rain but that's the beauty of fanfic, I guess?lol Anyway, I could not get these lyrics out of my head. They were so Azriel coded for me:

I'll love you 'til the day that I die 'Til the day that I die 'Til the light leaves my eyes 'Til the day that I die I want you to see, hm How you look to me, hm You wouldn't believe if I told ya You would keep the compliments I throw ya

the way I keep fixing these lyrics but I think tumblr is glitching or something uggghh, pls ignore the random mismatched sizing

Also just wanted to point out that if Az hasn’t confessed, reader would’ve done it the next day anyway 💀

general tag list: @scooobies, @kennedy-brooke, @sillysillygoose444, @lilah-asteria @the-sweet-psycho

@daycourtofficial, @milswrites, @stormhearty, @pit-and-the-pen, @mybestfriendmademe

[humpster35]

‘C’ as in Chris

Frat!Boy Chris x innocent!reader

|Contains: fluff, banter, soft!chris, innocent reader, suggestive content and flirting.

dividers from tumblr account @enchanthings

As Y/n walked down the hallway, heading to her locker—a smile glued to her face, she spots her boyfriend. Chris was always so cheery in the morning, but this particular morning—he had something up his sleeve.

With the shake of her head, Y/n reached her locker as Chris smirked down at her. He smelled so amazing, as usual—his hands were behind his back which made Y/n curious.

“Heyy why do you have hands behind your back?”

Chris cheekily smiled—showing all of his teeth, he pulled a necklace out and it had a small ‘C’ attached to it. Y/n shook her head as she laughed childishly.

As Y/n watched Chris gesture for her to turn around, she began to think back on how they first met.

It was during freshman year that Chris had accidentally hit Y/n with a basketball during one of his games. She didn’t know how to react and everyone’s attention was on the pair. Chris took this opportunity to approach her—seeing if she was okay, then asking her if she wanted to have his number.

Y/n of course thought this was so cheesy. It’s not like they were living in some musical—or fantasy land. But when Chris gave her those eyes, those beautiful blue eyes—it was as if her world stopped. The universe had aligned for her to meet him, in this moment she knew that she would soon become his.

Next thing you know, they’re walking to class together as if they’ve been doing it forever.

“What class do you have next?” Chris asked while walking beside Y/n holding a basketball.

Y/n furrowed her brows for a moment—she was so busy staring at Chris’s facial features that she didn’t even remember.

“Uh—oh it says, Theatre.”

Chris smiled as they reached the lockers. He bang putting away his basketball, turning his attention back to look at her.

“No way, i’ve always loved theatre—well the singing part at least.”

Y/n’s eyes widened as she took this new information in. Of course she didn’t wanna judge anyone based on stereotypes but—Chris was your typical jock. He played basketball and only hung out with people who cared more about what they wore than world issues.

“Chris don’t take this the wrong way but…I didn’t expect that.”

Y/n watched as Chris started laughing, his adam’s apple moved up and down while he covered his eyes with his hand.

“You can’t judge a book by its cover doll.”

Chris’s voice was stern but Y/n knew he was joking about the situation. She felt bad that she had this image of him being something he’s clearly not. Chris has never shown her that he’s like his friends after all.

Y/n smiled at Chris—he closed his locker then placed an around her. They both silently joked about his singing skills as they headed down the stairs to the theatre room.

Right now it has been two years since those days. Y/n felt the coldness of the necklace as Chris’s hands steadily enclosed it. They stood in front of her locker mirror.

“There. Now you’re all mine.”

Y/n furrowed her brows while smiling in the locker mirror. Chris kissed her shoulder sensually then her head.

“Whats this for?”

Chris chuckled lightly—he ran a hand through his hair as he bit his lip at his girlfriend.

“What you don’t know??”

Y/n blushed under his gaze—she could feel his hand on her hip. Chris always knew how to make her catch butterflies, Y/n wasn’t the most active person sexually nor had she done anything more with her boyfriend than makeout—but right now she was feeling something.

“C as in Chris?”

Chris smirked as he tapped Y/n’s hip and the upper part of her ass. This made her blush as he gently took her chin, kissing her lips.

Y/n started to moan into the kiss as Chris deepened it, his hands grasping at her sides. This made Y/n back up into the locker—her head being protected by Chris as they begin to makeout.

“Chris-.” Y/n breathes out.

Chris only smirked. He kissed her lips one more time before pulling away, his thumb wiping away any lipstick that may have been smudged.

“Good girl.”

Y/n nodded, she turned back around to her locker mirror—fixing her hair. Once she finished, Chris stuck his hand out so they can walk to their class.

This was very short but I had this idea from @seeing-stars-today She wanted me to do something involving an initial necklace, so I combined that with my love for High school Musical.

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SOME KIND OF FAITH

LINE BY LINE ᝰ.ᐟ "I'm not a religious person but I do sometimes thing God made you for me." - sally rooney, normal people

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Oscar’s never been a religious man.

Not when his mum made him sit through Sunday mass as a boy in Melbourne, his little legs kicking the pew out of boredom. Not when the chaplain at boarding school passed around wafers that stuck to the roof of his mouth like paper. He was never moved by sermons or scripture.

But something shifted the first time he met you.

It was raining sideways the day you arrived—one of those rare cold weeks where the wind curled under the doors and the air smelled like damp textbooks and wet leaves. You’d transferred mid-term, shoes still caked with mud from wherever you were before. The hallway buzzed with whispers as you trailed the headmaster to your new dorm, expression unreadable and hair sticking to your cheeks.

Oscar was fifteen and mostly quiet. He liked things with order—lap times, smooth apexes, knowing exactly when to downshift. But you were chaos in sneakers. You rolled your eyes at the dress code and laughed too loud in the library. You asked him what he was always scribbling in the back of his notebook, and he lied, said it was maths. You caught a glimpse of a gear diagram and raised a brow. “That’s not maths. That’s obsession.”

He didn’t argue. You didn’t press. And that was the beginning.

Friendship came slow and steady, like watching frost melt in sunlight. One day he was ignoring you in Chemistry, the next you were shoulder to shoulder on the floor of the common room, arguing about whether Interstellar was overrated. You slipped into his life so easily he didn’t realize you were already a part of it until months had passed and your shampoo lived in his shower caddy. Until you were stealing his hoodies and he wasn’t asking for them back.

Now, years later, you’re still here. Not next to him, but close enough. Close enough to send voice notes that ramble and laugh and drift off like you're thinking aloud just for him. Close enough that his hands still remember the weight of your wrist during three-legged races at school carnivals, the smell of bonfire smoke in your hair when you fell asleep on his shoulder on that one frigid field trip.

He thinks about those things more often than he admits.

Oscar’s never been a religious man.

But he finds himself praying in traffic. To red lights that hold long enough for your voice to stretch across the Bluetooth. To quiet corners of hotel rooms, where the only thing he wants is to hear you laugh like the world hasn't chewed at your edges. To whatever force keeps you picking up his calls, even when you're half-asleep or halfway through dinner with someone who isn’t him.

He never says what he really means. Not directly.

And lately, he’s started to feel it again—that creeping, silent thing lodged in his ribs. That ache that doesn't quite have a name. Especially when you call him at 11:47 p.m., voice groggy and slow.

“I couldn’t sleep,” you say.

Oscar is thousands of miles away, in a hotel bed that smells faintly of bleach and stale air. He stares at the ceiling and closes his eyes like maybe, just maybe, you’ll appear there.

He doesn’t ask why you called him of all people. He just listens.

Sometimes you talk about your day. Sometimes about nothing at all. Tonight, it’s a story about some guy who tried to get your number at a conference—a guy who ordered for you without asking and called your job “cute.” You laugh about it, but Oscar hears the edge in your voice.

“Sounds... promising,” he says, but it comes out stiff. Like swallowing a stone.

You don’t notice. Or maybe you do and let him get away with it. You’ve always been kind like that.

There’s a pause. Not awkward. Just quiet.

You breathe into the receiver.

And not for the first time, he wonders if God is cruel — to make someone like you for him, and then keep you just out of reach.

He thinks it when you hum without realizing. When you say his name like it's a safe place. When your silences are the only kind that don't make him restless.

He never says it. Of course not. He just tells you to get some sleep, soft and low.

And when you do—when your breathing evens out and your side of the line goes still—he doesn’t hang up.

Just lies there in the dark. Listening.

As if you might stir. As if you'll whisper his name in your sleep. As if prayers ever worked for people like him.

Oscar’s never been a religious man.

But he starts bargaining with the sky the moment the rain begins to fall Sunday morning.

The plan had been simple. Seamless. Like the clean arc of a lap executed perfectly: maiden pole, win, you in the paddock. His home crowd thundering in his ears, champagne dripping from his suit, and you waiting for him at the barrier with that look that always melted him down to the screws.

It was supposed to mean something. He’d visualized it all week—crossing the line, holding your gaze as the national anthem played, telling you what he’s been holding in his chest for years, letting it spill finally, finally, now that he had something to give.

But the rain – the rain. 

It’s light at first, mist curling along the halo, soft enough to ignore. But it thickens during lap 40, silver threading through the clouds like a warning. He feels it in his chest before it even begins—the wrongness of it. The crack in the air.

Still, he clings to the plan.

You’d said yes to the race two months ago. Your first in person since uni. You’d booked flights around conference dates, rerouted your thesis schedule. You’d smiled when you said it, too—"Wouldn’t miss your home GP for anything, Oz."

And he had smiled back, because the timing felt divine. Like something had shifted in the universe just enough to make room for both of you again. He’d even practiced what he would say in the driver room after.

But then the rain came.

One corner. That’s all it took.

The rears locked just enough. The front twitched. The car was gone. Onto the grass, the gravel biting like teeth. Cheers turned to gasps. Gasps turned to the hiss of radio static and his own voice, low and stunned: “I’m off.”

He clawed it back. Ninth. Eight places from where he’d started. Every lap was a punishment he bore alone, helmet fogging, tyres screaming, the track never quite drying, never giving him what he needed.

And then there was media. Cameras, microphones, a parade of tight smiles and repeated questions—Walk us through the mistake. What were you feeling in that moment? Do you think you let the fans down?

He repeated the same phrases like rosary beads: "The rain caught us out." "It was my fault." "I should’ve handled it better."

Every word was a cut. Every smile, a lie.

He doesn’t know what he’ll do when he sees you. For a moment, he considers disappearing. Ducking the debrief. Flying straight back to Monaco. Avoiding the sting of it, the shame. He rehearsed a podium speech. Not this.

By the time he makes it to his driver room, his race suit feels like a wet second skin. His shoulders ache. He wants to disappear into the floor. He wants the world to stop spinning long enough for him to catch his breath.

He doesn’t expect you to be there.

But you are. Sitting quietly, back against the wall, a bottle of water balanced on your knee. You look up as he enters, eyes catching his like it’s the most natural thing in the world. Like the universe hadn’t just tried to drag him under and failed.

You don’t say anything at first. Just look at him like he matters. Like he didn’t just choke in front of his whole country. Like he isn’t unraveling by the seams.

And then you whisper it.

Soft. Gentle. “Oscar.”

And it breaks him. That’s all it takes.

And the way you say his name—

It feels like absolution.

He crosses the room in three steps, falls into you like gravity was always leading him here. You catch him like you knew how. Like you’d been waiting.

He doesn’t mean to say it. Not like this. Not in a rain-soaked race suit, with his hands still shaking and his throat dry from lies. But it slips out anyway, cracked and quiet into the fabric of your jacket.

“I’m sorry,” he breathes. “I love you.”

You freeze.

Oscar’s never been a religious man. But he knows faith when he sees it. And he sees it now, in the way you hold him tighter, in the way your lips brush the shell of his ear like gospel.

He pulls back just enough to look at you. And he’s not sure what you’ll say. But you just touch his cheek, thumb running over the smear of dried rain and sweat.

“I thought you knew,” you say softly. “I’ve loved you since boarding school.”

He exhales, shaky. Half-laugh, half-relief.

The fluorescent lights above buzz. Somewhere outside, the sound of an engine roars as the next session begins. But here, in this small driver room filled with silence and sweat and grace, time feels suspended.

Oscar presses his forehead to yours.

And maybe Oscar’s never been a religious man.

But if this is what absolution feels like— Your arms around him, his name said like it means something, your heartbeat steady under his cheek— Then maybe he’s starting to believe.

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