#LOOK AT HER BEING PLAYFUL IM EMOTIONAL

[dilftaroooo]

Request: True form Sukuna claiming his offering in front of her village.

im gonna write this as a drabble :3

★tags/tw: uhh implied cannibalism + cervix fucking + sukuna is pretty misogynistic + fem!reader + discrimination against humans(?) idfk + true form!sukuna + loss of virginity

You delicately sit in the middle of the stage, introducing yourself to the slew of men and women scattered about like spilled salt on a kitchen table. Your legs are spread to present to them your blooming flower--still pink and untouched. It twitches under the many watchful eyes of diverse emotions--horror, confusion, lust, envy. They all poured down on you amid a lethal storm, droplets pounding your skin and soaking you thoroughly. You turn your head to avoid the plethora of wicked gazes. The feeling is overwhelming.

Behind you lies a demon. A great being, an entity that holds more power than anyone close or far. His teeth are sharp, his eyes are beady, and his stomach is hungry for the innocence of a fresh maiden. The people of your village brought you here. They made sure your scent was pleasant and that you were garbed in the cleanest of silk--your uchikake was adorned in floral patterns reminiscent of the trees that bloomed near your home.

They knew you'd be deemed a perfect offering for Sukuna-sama, the King of Curses--you're a sweet girl with a pure body, your breasts are full and your thighs are plump. They were sure if their King ever grew bored of you, he could easily dispose of your youthful frame by savoring your flesh and keeping your skull as a precious souvenir. Innocents always taste sweeter than most.

Though your legs were spread, they weren't spread enough for Sukuna as he already gripped your thighs with a strict pressure you weren't unfamiliar with. The squelch that leaves your pussy parts as he further widens your limbs was a sound everyone managed to capture. You're wet and slimy and maybe somewhat aroused. Your King is an attractive beast with a chiseled chin and a beguiling grin. Intricate, onyx lines surface the apex of his taut muscles and the sight makes you clench around thin air. You ponder on what he'd look like if he were a mere human such as yourself.

"All of you!" He starts, his voice booms through the premises and you're surprised by how powerful the echo is despite not being in an enclosed space. As expected, everyone gears their eyes toward the four-armed monster in preparation for his next words. "I want you mortal freaks to watch me fuck this girl you were so kind to offer me. If it hadn't been for this young duckling I would've already slaughtered this putrid village and watched my militia of curses swallow you whole."

He's quick for his size as he brings you onto his hefty lap, and from there you already feel one of his cocks coat itself against your wet slit. He's huge and lingering at the back of your mind, you wonder if you would die at first thrust. His tip is an angry red, livid from the languid teasing performed by its heaving owner from rubbing it across the length of your weeping cunt. It isn't long before his playful ministrations are seduced into slamming inside you.

You weren't even spared a moment of reconsideration for your hymen was already snapped into two, disintegrating upon impact. It would have been a shame to experience your deflowering with a prominent tummy bulge if it wasn't for how much your mind and soul revere the beast overlapping your weak presence.

You were his and he was his own as he violently hammered himself down to the hilt. You bathed him in the blood of a former virgin while he hits that bruised cervix within you. Your back is against that sculpted chest you worship dearly and his sweat rubs off on you is strong with his pheromones.

"Sukuna-sama," You mewl because he's so deep in your pussy that you can't fight back the urge to call out his name. He responds with a finger to your clit and a hand on your breast, making it his duty to circle a thick finger around your nipple.

"I don't remember granting you permission to speak now, did I?" His tone is dark enough to make you believe you've done something utterly wrong but your apology comes out in a series of wanton moans. He chuckles at how the pathetic always act so miserably.

"But since you're clasping around me so tightly," Burgundy red orbs glare at the side of your left cheek, previously moistened with tears of pain and gratitude. "I'll let your sheer idiocracy go. I don't think any of the past wenches you humans throw at me grip my dick this hard. I assume they were used up til they were nothing but a gaping hole." Then he frowns.

"They must think poorly of me."

Sukuna cherishes the screams rushing out of your throat as you take him inch by overbearing inch, stretching you out to accommodate his length and girth. You're nothing but his plaything.

You practically forget the crowd casted in front of you once you hear subdued chattering coming from multiple voices, all laced with different tones with different perceptions. You feel like a common whore.

Throughout, Sukuna never kissed you. He believes he should not taste the lips of a revolting human for it'll taint his palate. He just fucks into you as you bounce like some ragdoll abandoned by a little girl. But if life has fated you with the opportunity to become Sukuna's, your King's, toy, then may you not change the inevitable.

[the-offside-rule]

Oscar Piastri (McLaren) - Picturesque

Requested: nope

Warnings: an undeniable feeling of being single

Oscar and Y/n had finally managed to take a well-deserved vacation, escaping to a secluded seaside town where the pace of life was slower, and the views were breathtaking. They had chosen a hotel that Lando had recommended due to how secluded and private it was and since the couple desperately needed some time to be intimate with one another, they obviously looked into it. The hotel was perched on a cliff, with a balcony that offered panoramic views of the ocean.

"I'm so tired. I didnt realise how much I needed to relax." Y/n chuckled as she slumped down on her chair. As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky with hues of orange and pink, the couple decided to not go to the hotel restaurant for dinner and instead sat across from eachother on their balcony, with some room service. Oscar couldnt take his eyes off his beautiful girlfriend as a gentle breeze rustling through Y/n's hair. The sound of waves crashing against the rocks below was soothing, creating a perfect backdrop for their serene moment. Oscar simply hummed in response as he reached for his Polaroid camera, a recent gift from Y/n. He loved how it captured moments instantly, freezing them in time. He turned to Y/n, who was gazing off into the distance, lost in her thoughts. Her face was softly illuminated by the fading sunlight, and her freckles seemed to glow.

Without a word, Oscar raised the camera and snapped a photo. The familiar whirr and click of the Polaroid brought Y/n back to the present. She turned to him, curiosity sparkling in her eyes as the photo developed. The small polaroid slid out,before Oscar began to shake it slowly. "Youre obsessed eith thag thing." She chuckled, leanjng across the table. "I mean it takes great photos. And I thought you looked pretty so I thought I'd make you my muse." Y/n felt her cheeks heating up from the compliment. "This trip is making you so sappy, babe." Oscar shrugged and looked ag the photo. "Look at this." He said softly. Y/n walked around the table and sat on his lap, looking at the photo. "You look so effortlessly beautiful. Your freckles are perfect."

Y/n took the photo and gazed at it, her heart swelling with affection. In the picture, she appeared peaceful and content, a small smile tugging at her lips as she stared at the horizon. "It's beautiful." She murmured, her voice filled with emotion. Oscar leaned in closer, his eyes reflecting the same warmth and love that filled Y/n's heart. "Just like you." He whispered, planting a gentle kiss onto her cheek. Y/n reached for the camera and got up quickly, a playful glint in her eye. "Your turn." She declared. She pointed the lens at Oscar, who was now gazing at her with a look of pure adoration. She pressed the button, capturing the moment forever.

As the photo developed, Y/n couldn't help but smile. There was Oscar, his eyes locked onto her, a look of undeniable love and devotion etched across his face. She handed him the photo, her heart fluttering. "Look at you." She said, mimicking his earlier words. "You can't take your eyes off me." Oscar chuckled, taking the photo and examining it. "Can you blame me?" He replied, his voice thick with affection. He grabbed the photo of her. "Just look at the view."

Oscar opened his phone case and placed the picture inside gently. “I love it too much. Im keeping this close for when I miss you.” Y/n simply looked at him, a bright smile on her face. “I was thinking the same thing.” Y/n followed suit, carefully sliding the Polaroid into the backs of her phone cases, ensuring it was protected but always visible. The pictures became their little secret, a reminder of this perfect evening and the love they shared.

[jhyoos]

Dreams Come True

chapter ten : promise

hockey player vi x idol reader

mentions: emotional, fluff, romance, loser vi, vi spoiling you, promise rings, established relationship

notes: this is the first series ive done and im gonna miss it a lot. thank you guys for supporting 🫶

The soft rhythm of Vi’s snores was the first thing you noticed as you slowly woke up. Her arm was draped over your waist, her warmth pulling you into a comforting cocoon. The faint scent of her lingered in the air, familiar and soothing. Without looking, you knew it was her.

You reached for her hand, her fingers still lax with sleep, and intertwined them with yours. Bringing her hand to your lips, you kissed her knuckles gently. The small gesture made her stir, and she murmured something incoherent under her breath before settling again.

For a while, you stayed like that, savoring the peace of the morning with her so close. Eventually, you felt her shift behind you, her lips pressing softly against your shoulder.

“Good morning, babygirl,” Vi greeted, her voice low and husky, still heavy with sleep.

You turned your head to smile at her. “Good morning,” you replied, your tone light and warm.

She leaned over, brushing her lips against your cheek in a tender kiss. “So gorgeous,” she muttered, her blue eyes filled with adoration.

Vi got up and put on some sweatpants and her sports bra that was discarded on the floor from last night. She walked over to the bed and ruffled your hair affectionately before leaning down. “I know you’re probably sore from last night, so I’ll make you some breakfast and bring it to bed.”

You couldn’t help but smile at her thoughtfulness, nodding in agreement. “Thanks,” you said, your voice tinged with gratitude. Then, with a playful tone, you added, “Do you even know where everything is?”

Vi raised an eyebrow, a grin tugging at her lips. “You’re acting like I haven’t been to your apartment a million times,” she teased, rolling her eyes with a chuckle.

With that, she made her way to the kitchen, leaving you in bed with a smile that lingered on your lips.

When Vi came back with the food, she placed the tray gently in your lap before settling beside you on the bed. “Here you go,” she said, her tone casual, though her eyes lingered on you with affection.

“You know you didn’t have to do this, right?” you said, giving her a grateful smile.

Vi shrugged, brushing off the comment. “It’s a light meal anyway. Didn’t have to do much,” she replied. Then, with a playful smirk, she added, “We’re eating something better later.”

You chuckled softly before picking up the fork and digging into the scrambled eggs she’d made. The warmth and simplicity of the meal hit the spot, but as usual, you got full fairly quickly. “Here,” you said, handing the rest to Vi. She accepted it without hesitation, finishing what was left with ease.

Setting the tray aside, you stretched before slipping out of bed. “I’m gonna go take a shower,” you told her, your voice still a bit groggy from sleep.

“Take your time,” Vi replied with a grin, leaning back against the headboard as she watched you make your way to the bathroom.

Once inside, you turned on the water, waiting until it reached the perfect temperature before stepping in. The warm stream cascaded over your skin, soothing your sore muscles from the previous night. You closed your eyes, letting the water work its magic, when suddenly you felt a familiar hand on your waist.

You gasped softly, turning around to find Vi standing there, a mischievous grin on her face. “What’s up with you being everywhere I am?” you teased, a smile tugging at your lips.

Vi’s grin widened as she stepped closer. “I just so happen to need a shower too,” she said, her tone light and teasing. “And hey, it’s better to save water, right?”

Before you could respond, she leaned in, her lips capturing yours in a kiss that sent a shiver through you despite the warm water. Her hands found your waist, pulling you closer as the kiss deepened.

Let’s just say the shower ended up taking a lot longer than you had originally planned.

Later that evening, you and Mel were in full prep mode, getting ready for the hockey game downtown. The energy in the room was infectious, filled with laughter and excitement. You two sat cross-legged on the floor like a couple of middle schoolers, giggling as you painted your faces in Vi’s team colors. Mel was determined to get the design just right, and you couldn’t help but admire her concentration as she carefully added streaks of bold colors to your cheeks.

“Okay, now let me do you!” you said, grabbing the brush with playful determination. Mel rolled her eyes but leaned in, letting you return the favor. The two of you burst into laughter when you accidentally smudged a streak across her forehead, but she let it slide, saying, “It’s all about team spirit, right?”

Once your faces were fully decorated, the focus shifted to your outfits. You slipped into Vi’s jersey, her number proudly displayed on the front and her name on the back. It was more than just a jersey now, though—it was a labor of love. You and Mel had spent the afternoon bedazzling it with just the right amount of sparkle, turning it into a glittering masterpiece.

“I think we’ve outdone ourselves,” Mel said, taking a step back to admire the handiwork. “Vi’s gonna freak out when she sees this.”

“That’s the plan,” you said with a grin, smoothing the sparkly fabric over your torso. You wanted to support your girlfriend in the most over-the-top, undeniable way possible.

When you and Mel finally arrived at the hockey stadium, the buzz of the crowd and the smell of popcorn filled the air. You grabbed Mel’s hand instinctively as the two of you navigated the packed walkways, scanning the numbers to find your seats.

“Over here!” Mel said, tugging you toward a section near the rink. As you got closer, you realized just how good the seats were—right by where the players sat during games.

You looked at Mel with a knowing smile. “Vi definitely picked these seats on purpose.”

“Of course she did,” Mel said with a laugh. “She wants to keep an eye on you while showing off at the same time.”

Settling into your seats, you felt a surge of excitement. The energy in the stadium was electric, and knowing you were this close to the action—and to Vi—made your heart race. The game hadn’t even started yet, but you were already hyped, eager to cheer her on like the proud girlfriend you were.

When the players from both teams stepped out onto the ice, the stadium erupted into deafening cheers. You and Mel, already caught up in the energy of the crowd, joined in enthusiastically, yelling at the top of your lungs. The excitement was palpable, the roar of thousands of voices echoing throughout the space.

Vi skated out with her usual confident stride, and it didn’t take her long to spot you and Mel. How could she not? Your bedazzled jerseys sparkled like disco balls under the bright stadium lights, making you and Mel impossible to miss. She flashed you a grin, subtle but unmistakable, before returning her focus to the game.

“Did you see that?” Mel whispered excitedly, elbowing you. “She totally saw us.”

You grinned, already feeling a surge of pride as the game began. The energy on the ice was just as electrifying as the energy in the stands. Watching Vi in her element was mesmerizing. She moved with such precision and power, passing the puck effortlessly to her teammates and weaving through the opposing players with ease. Her sharp turns and speed were nothing short of impressive, and you couldn’t help but marvel at how good she looked out there.

“She’s killing it,” Mel said, leaning closer to you as Vi made an incredible pass that led to a goal. The crowd erupted again, and you and Mel cheered so loudly your throats started to hurt.

But Vi wasn’t done yet. As the game continued, she seemed to completely dominate the ice. She scored not one, but several points for her team, her skill and determination shining through with every move she made. Her teammates celebrated her every success, patting her on the back and giving her high fives, and the crowd went wild each time her name was announced over the speakers.

You could barely sit still, your heart pounding with excitement every time she scored. “She’s unstoppable!” you shouted to Mel, who nodded enthusiastically, her face painted with as much pride as yours.

By the time the final buzzer rang, Vi’s team had secured a clear victory. The stadium exploded into cheers and applause, the sound almost deafening. You and Mel were on your feet, screaming and clapping as you watched Vi and her teammates celebrate on the ice. She turned her head in your direction again, her eyes finding yours in the crowd. Even from this distance, you could see the triumphant smile on her face, and it made your heart swell with pride and love.

“She’s amazing,” you said to Mel, your voice filled with awe.

“She’s a freaking legend,” Mel agreed, clapping as loud as she could.

As Vi raised her stick in the air, acknowledging the roaring crowd, you knew this moment would be one you’d remember forever. She wasn’t just your girlfriend—she was a force of nature, and you were so proud to be by her side.

After the game, Mel had to head home early to work on her solo project, leaving you alone to wait for Vi. You stood just outside the locker room, leaning against the wall as players came and went. Some of Vi’s teammates stopped to greet you, flashing you friendly smiles or nodding as they passed by. A few even complimented your bedazzled jersey, saying it was impossible to miss you in the crowd.

“Vi’s a lucky one,” one of them joked as they headed out, causing you to chuckle softly.

Not long after, the locker room door swung open again, and there she was. Vi stepped out wearing a snug wife pleaser that showcased her toned arms and a pair of sweatpants in her team’s colors, with the team name printed down one leg. Her hair was still slightly damp from her post-game shower, a few stray strands sticking to her forehead, and the sight of her made your heart skip a beat.

When her eyes landed on you, her face lit up with that signature lopsided smile that always made your knees weak. Without saying a word, she walked straight over to you and wrapped her arms around your waist, pulling you into a warm embrace. She buried her face in the crook of your neck, her breath warm against your skin as she held you close.

“Thank you for coming,” she murmured softly, her voice filled with gratitude and affection.

You smiled, your hands sliding up her back as you held her just as tightly. “Of course, my love,” you replied, your voice tender.

She pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, her hands still resting on your waist. “I saw you out there, you know,” she said with a playful smirk. “Hard to miss with that sparkling jersey. You really went all out, huh?”

You laughed, feeling a little bashful. “What can I say? I wanted to make sure you knew I was your biggest fan.”

Her smile softened, and she leaned in to kiss your forehead. “You’re amazing, you know that?” she said, her tone low but sincere.

You felt your cheeks heat up at her words, but before you could respond, she took your hand in hers. “C’mon,” she said, lacing her fingers with yours. “Let’s get out of here. I feel like celebrating with my girl tonight.”

With her hand in yours, you followed her out of the stadium, already looking forward to spending the rest of the night together.

As you walked hand-in-hand with Vi through the parking lot, you instinctively started heading toward your car. But before you could get far, Vi gently tugged your hand, leading you in the opposite direction. Confused, you glanced up at her, your brows furrowing slightly.

“What’s wrong?” you asked, slowing your steps.

Vi smirked, her tone laced with playful mischief. “Let’s go to my car instead. I’ve got a surprise for you,” she said casually, her thumb brushing over your knuckles as she led the way.

You narrowed your eyes at her, a smile already tugging at your lips. “Oh gosh… What are you up to now?” you teased, trying to gauge her expression, but she kept her lips sealed, her smirk widening as she glanced over her shoulder at you.

Reaching her car—a sleek black vehicle that practically radiated her confident energy—she let go of your hand and stepped ahead to open the passenger door for you. With her usual effortless charm, she gestured for you to get in, holding the door like a perfect gentleman.

“After you, babe,” she said with a wink, her grin widening when she noticed your amused eye roll.

Shaking your head but unable to stop smiling, you slid into the passenger seat, the plush leather cool against your skin. The interior smelled faintly of her—citrusy cologne mixed with a hint of something distinctly Vi.

Once you were settled, she gently shut the door and jogged around to the driver’s side, her energy buzzing with excitement. Whatever this surprise was, it had her practically glowing, and you couldn’t help but feel intrigued.

Buckling your seatbelt, you turned to her as she climbed into the driver’s seat, her grin still firmly in place. “Alright,” you said, your voice playful but curious, “what are you up to, Vi?”

Vi only smirked, reaching for the ignition. “You’ll see soon enough,” she teased, starting the car and pulling smoothly out of the parking lot. “Trust me, you’re gonna love it.”

You laughed softly, shaking your head again. “You’re always so dramatic,” you said, though your heart raced slightly at the thought of what she had planned.

With her hand resting casually on the gear shift, she shot you a quick, confident glance. “You’ll thank me later,” she said with a wink before focusing back on the road.

The air between you buzzed with anticipation as the city lights blurred past, leaving you eager to see where the night would take you.

Vi pulled up to a house, and your eyes widened as you took in its size—a big, beautiful house with a sleek, modern design that screamed expensive. You glanced over at her in confusion as she parked the car, your brows furrowed. “Vi, what’s going on?”

She smirked but didn’t answer, stepping out of the car and motioning for you to follow her. Intrigued but still perplexed, you trailed behind her as she walked to the front door. From her pocket, she pulled out a shiny key and slid it into the lock.

“Wait—whose house is this?” you asked as she opened the door and gestured for you to step inside.

“Just go in, babe,” she said with a mischievous grin.

Stepping through the threshold, you froze for a moment, your eyes scanning the space in awe. The house was fully furnished, every detail thoughtful and elegant. The plush couches, cozy rugs, and warm lighting gave the space a welcoming feel, yet the modern touches screamed luxury. You turned to Vi, your confusion deepening.

“This is... what is this?” you asked softly, your gaze darting from her to the living room and back.

Vi gently placed a hand on your back, guiding you further inside. “C’mon, there’s more,” she said, leading you up the staircase.

The two of you reached the main bedroom, and when she opened the door, your breath caught in your throat. The room was spacious and cozy, but what struck you most were the framed photos scattered around. Pictures of you and Vi from different moments in your lives were displayed on the walls and dresser tops—laughing together at a college party, holding each other on a trip, a photo y’all took together at the ice rink on Christmas, candid moments where your love for each other was written all over your faces.

You walked over to one of the pictures, picking it up with trembling hands. It was a photo of the two of you at a college game, Vi’s arm slung protectively around your shoulders, both of you beaming.

“This is our house,” Vi said, her voice soft and filled with emotion. You turned to look at her, and the smile on her face was nothing short of radiant.

“Oh my god, Vi,” you whispered, holding the picture close to your chest. “This is so sweet.”

Vi’s smile widened as she watched you take it all in. “I’m glad you like it,” she said. “I’ve been decorating it for weeks, making it perfect for you—for us.”

Tears pricked your eyes as you walked up to her, wrapping your arms tightly around her. “Thank you so much, Vi. This is... it’s perfect. I love it.”

She hugged you back just as tightly before pulling away slightly, a glint of excitement in her eyes. “Wait, I’ve got one more thing,” she said, stepping over to one of the dresser drawers. She opened it and pulled out a small black box.

Your heart raced as she walked back to you with the box in hand. She opened it slowly, revealing a stunning pink diamond heart-shaped ring that sparkled under the soft bedroom light.

“It’s not an engagement ring,” Vi said quickly, her voice soft and sincere. “I want to do that a little further down the line when the time is perfect. This is a promise ring. We’ve been through so much, and I don’t want to lose you. I want to promise my love for you forever.”

Your eyes welled up as she took the ring from the box and gently slid it onto your finger. The ring was beautiful, but the gesture meant even more.

“I love you, Vi,” you said, your voice trembling with emotion. “And fortunately for you, nothing will ever change that.”

Vi grinned, pulling you back into her arms and kissing your forehead. “Good,” she said. “Because I’m not going anywhere, and now we’ve got this house to build a life together.”

You smiled against her chest, feeling the steady beat of her heart beneath your cheek. "I still can't believe you did all this," you said softly, gazing down at the ring on your finger before looking back up at her.

"I'd do it all over again if it means seeing you this happy," Vi replied, her voice tender as she cupped your cheek.

She leaned down, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to your lips, and in that moment, everything felt perfect. The house, the ring, her—this was everything you had ever wanted.

As you pulled back, a small laugh escaped your lips. "So, does this house come with a housewarming party, or is it just for us to enjoy?"

Vi chuckled, her thumb brushing lightly against your jaw. "Maybe a little bit of both. But tonight," she said, her voice dropping an octave, "it's just for us."

Her words sent a warm shiver through you, and you leaned into her, wrapping your arms around her neck. "I like the sound of that," you whispered, resting your forehead against hers.

With one last kiss, she took your hand, leading you out of the bedroom and into the rest of your new home. And as you wandered through the house together, you couldn’t help but feel that this was only the beginning of something even more beautiful—a life built together, one moment at a time.

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The off the record story

Summary: A cheating ex, a golden Amex, and tequila-fueled revenge—what could go wrong? Meeting him wasn’t part of the plan, but sometimes the best nights start with chaos and end with unexpected sparks. Pairing: mgg x actress!reader Tw: alcohol consumption, cheating, kinda emotional manipulation?, revenge, mention of being drunk idk what else lol wc: 1.8k! A/N: this is my first post and im so anxious omg hopefully you will like it! Masterlist

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Matthew and you actually knew each other way before you started being coworkers in Criminal Minds. If somebody asked you in an interview you would say it was on the set of “The beauty inside”, where you had so much fun together running across the museum for the shots.

The reality, though, was better. 

You had actually met on a night that started as personal revenge. The plan was to wear your best outfit, steal your boyfriend's credit card and max it out in every expensive bar you could find in New york. Why? you had found out he was cheating you with a model. Were you going to cry yourself to sleep? probably later, because it did hurt. But for now? Fuck him and his stupid songs, they were too generic anyway and you were a rising star among movie directors. 

It was in the third bar that you and Matthew crossed paths, introduced through a friend who knew him from college. You already had two shots in your system by then, the awkwardness and ability to feel cringe burned away by tequila and adrenaline.

“Hey guys! This is my friend Matthew! we were together in college!” Your friend’s voice was too cheerful, slurring slightly as she swayed on her heels. Matthew gave a small wave, his hand awkwardly brushing through his messy hair, looking every bit the guy who didn’t belong in a place like this.

You barely registered his name at first, your head still buzzing with tequila and the bitter satisfaction of using Austin’s credit card. But when you glanced up from the dance floor and noticed there were more people in the group and that your feet were starting to hurt, time to get more booze. 

Walking to the table, you called out to everyone while looking for the Golden Amex. “Okay, everyone, I am not feeling drunk enough, so to the bar we go!” You held up the card between your middle and index finger, grinning as the table erupted in cheers and a few drumrolls pounded on the wood. You led the charge, your friends stumbling after you in a glorious, tipsy parade.

“Hi Joe! We need to max this baby out, so let’s start with…” You glanced back at your friends for inspiration, counting them off and ticked off a list of drinks for the group, each one more elaborate than the last, adding, “And a Espresso Martini for me. For the drama.”

Joe gave you an amused look, already knowing exactly what you meant, he was the one who’d caught your boyfriend in the act, after all. He wasn’t just your bartender tonight; he was part of the crew that had helped you plot your revenge,"Anything else?" he asked, still shaking a cocktail.

You glanced at the guy your friend had just introduced as Matthew. He stood slightly apart from the group, looking a little too put-together for the chaos around him. “And what about you?”

Matthew shook his head awkwardly, his hands stuffed in his pockets. “Uh, I’m fine, thanks.”

You couldn’t help but notice his messy chocolate curls along with his hazel eyes and the way his shirt fit, casual but not careless. “Oh, come on,” you teased, leaning a little closer. “I love spending money when I’m drunk, so the more expensive your order is, the more I’ll like you.” You flashed him a tipsy smirk, your eyes half-lidded and daring.

Matthew gave a soft laugh but shook his head again. “I’m good, really.”

You turned to the group, just in case. “Anyone else want something exotic or complicated, like a Negroni or a frozen margarita? I’m on a roll here.” You gave Matthew a playful look, fully expecting him to refuse again.

Rolling your eyes dramatically at his denial, you turned back to the bartender. “And a tequila shot, please. If he won’t drink it, I will.” You kissed the card and handed it over.

When you turned back, Matthew had moved closer, leaning slightly against the bar. “You don’t look like your name is Austin,” he said, his tone light but curious.

You chuckled at the way he said it, drawing out the name as if testing it. “Well, it’s not.” You extended your hand, introducing yourself with a grin. He took it, his grip warm but hesitant, and maybe your hand lingered a second longer than it should have. Or maybe it was just the alcohol.

“It’s my boyfriend’s... soon-to-be ex’s name,” you explained, motioning toward the card now sitting on the bar.

Matthew raised an eyebrow. “So, let me get this straight: you’re celebrating by using his card to buy drinks for a crowd of people?”

“Exactly,” you said with a grin, lifting your espresso martini as the bartender placed it in front of you. “It’s what he deserves. A little payback for cheating with some model.”

As an actress and newly public figure, you didn't want too much pictures of yourself getting wasted at a bar at the moment, the public would understand it once the news of your unloyal boyfriends gets out, but for now nobody except your friends knew, not even Austin knew that you knew, but alcohol made everything seem so stupid and funny and who cares right? The fact that he had cheated did hurt you, not like a full heartbreak what-did-i-do-wrong? type of thing, you considered that you both were a good couple and you both got introduced to each other by your agents saying it would be good to be seen together as a rising singer and rising actress. And it was him the one who insisted on being fully exclusive and very public, after the rumors about you and your costar and love interest in the show you were in, so why take the effort to just screw up anyway?.

Matthew raised his eyebrows, clearly amused. "So you're celebrating by maxing out your boyfriend's card before dumping him?"

You grinned, leaning slightly closer. "Exactly. Call it... a down payment on my emotional damages. And trust me, Matthew," you drawled, savoring his name like the martini you were drinking, "I deserve every penny."

As you sipped your drink, you studied him more closely. His curls were slightly messy, his hazel eyes warm but cautious. There was something familiar about him. “Wait a second,” you said, narrowing your eyes. “I know I’ve seen you before.”

He gave a small shrug. “Maybe. I had a small role in The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou recently.”

Your eyes lit up. “The one with the little curls! I knew it! I’m a huge Wes Anderson fan.”

He chuckled. “Good taste.”

“And you? Netflix, right?” he asked.

“HBO,” you corrected, taking another sip. “City Lights.” you said casually, trying not to make it a big deal. “It’s still pretty new, but people seem to like it so far.”

You were actually really proud of yourself for being in that show, the numbers were going up and your dream was going from a thin line to a more consistent future where your parents expectations did not matter. 

He nodded, a small smile playing at his lips. “I think I’ve heard of it. Sounds like it’s picking up steam.”

You grinned, tapping your glass against the bar. “Well, let’s hope so. Otherwise, I’ll just have to keep crashing bars with stolen credit cards for fun.”

Matthew laughed, shaking his head. “I have a feeling you won’t need to do that for long.”

“And what about you? will i see you in the big screen any time soon?” you asked

He chuckles and shakes his head “Hardly.. i've been auditioning for this show.. they called me for a third time this morning and said again that im perfect just totally wrong for the part”

You huff with humor as Joe slid the rest of drinks across the counter, and you pushed the tequila shot towards him. "Here. Your reward for getting casted."

"I told you, I don't really drink plus i haven't got the part," he protested.

"Matthew," you said dramatically, as if it was the most serious thing in the world, "A face like that is the type that gets casted and if you don’t take this shot, I’m going to have to drink it, and I’ll probably embarrass myself. Do you want that on your conscience?"

He laughed, genuinely this time, and finally picked up the shot glass. "Fine. But only because I don't want to be responsible for whatever happens next."

You clinked your glass against his. "Good choice."

As you both downed your drinks, you couldn’t help but notice the way his eyes lingered on you, curious and maybe even intrigued.

Before you could reply, your blurry vision caught sight of Austin walking into the bar.

Your smile froze for half a second. Then, with the skill of an actress, you stood up, finishing your martini in one last sip before looking at Matthew. You grabbed his arm with a grin. “It was nice meeting you, Matthew,” you said. “But if the tabloids ask, I paid for this martini myself.”

His laugh followed you as you walked away, maybe letting your arm linger a little, slipping into the role of the charming, oblivious girlfriend for Austin’s benefit.

The second part of your plan was in motion now. Getting Austin wasted wouldn’t be difficult, he was a lightweight, after all, and when he eventually found out about the card, you'd just say it was probably someone else who stole it when he was drunk and used it. By the time the dust settled, you’d be long gone. You were sure of it.

You flashed your best smile, scrunching your nose at him playfully, something you knew would make him think you were still into him. The truth? You couldn’t stand him anymore. But the smile felt easy enough. It wasn’t like you had to try to be nice to him anymore. You were almost done with him, just had to play it out a little longer.

But as you laughed and played your part, you felt the weight of Matthew’s gaze on you. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe some chocolate curls or maybe it was something else, but for a moment, Austin didn’t seem all that important anymore.

The night ended with Joe calling you to say the card had reached its limit, you secretly high five all your friends, including Matthew, as you signed the receipt, doing a quick math for Joe’s collaboration, leaving a very good tip.

So yeah, if anyone asks, you and Matthew met on set. Not in a bar, not with tequila and revenge. Definitely not while maxing out Austin’s credit card. Just a normal, boring introduction, nothing worth writing about.

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[pbnbucks]

i need anything gabby williams related 😞🙏🏽

word count : 590

warnings : inappropriate jokes

summary : walks on the beach during the sunset

“hey pretty girl” gabby sneaks up behind you pulling your up against her back placing innocent kisses on your cheek.

“yes gabby?” you question the excited girl who usually never has this much enthusiasm “i want to take you on a date” she says nervously making you giggle at the emotion

“you really have to ask me that baby?” you smile turning your head around to look at her face as drops her head in slight embarrassment but picking it back up

“well you know im quite the gentleman” she speaks making you blush at her thoughtful actions pressing a kiss on her sweet lips that she just layered with her strawberry chapstick.

“and where exactly are you taking me?” you pull away from the intimate kiss. “its quite the suprise, maybe you’ll end up in my basement” she retorts being her annoying playful self.

“your annoying you know that” you push her away but she comes right back kissing your neck. “maybe, but you love me so it doesn’t matter” she says ending the strong kiss on your neck making a loud popping noise

“ouu that will be there for a while” she teases making your hand cover the place she was kissing pulling away from her “gabby!” you yell out in frustration.

the air flowing through your hair as your toes where covered in sand coming off after every wave came running towards you both slowly making its way back on you as gabbys hand rested in yours with interlocked fingers.

“did i meet your standards?” she questions as her face was filled with seriousness and a little bit of wonder hoping she made your day

“you did perfect” you coo soothing her worry filled expression as she picked you up bridal style walking further in the water as sets you down where now the water was resting a little bit below your knees

“what would you do if i asked you to marry me pretty?” her sentence breaking every bone in your body “im not saying right now but in a few months where do you see us” she trys to calm your evident worry as you think on what to say and if your even ready for that big of a relationship.

“i mean yea i could see us married in a year” a smile plasters on her face getting ready for her next question “so your saying you would marry me if i asked” she asks acting like a lost puppy with you searching for you response

“yes gabby, if you were to ask me in about a year i will marry you” she kisses your neck pleased with the response you gave her as her arms grip tighter around you not letting you slip through

“i could make love to you right here in the middle of the ocean” she says giggling into the crook of your neck pleased with her unnecessary joke.

��gabby!” you push her away as she falls in to the water making a big splash as you laugh at her before she pulls you in with her now getting you soaked in the californian ocean.

when you come up from under the water she pulls you in to a kiss before pulling away as you both hold eye contact with each other before you break it by splashing water in her face laughing at her as she wasn’t ready for it trying to make your way out of the water before your pulled right back in to her warmth grasp.

[overadores]

･ ⟢ ⋮ without warning ゛༝. ✦ sophia laforteza

“We had the stars, you and I.

pairing.ᐟ sophia laforteza x sick!reader

about.ᐟ Sophia and Y/N’s college friendship blossomed through a shared love for adventure and literature, leading to countless spontaneous road trips. Unbeknownst to Sophia, Y/N carried a heartbreaking secret. As they created unforgettable memories, time quietly slipped away, leaving behind a final gift and a love that would last forever.

genre.ᐟ heavy angst, hurt no comfort.

cw.ᐟ major character death, friends - supposed to be lovers, language, sickness (leukemia).

wc.ᐟ 1353 words

a/n.ᐟ and another one :P i forgot to post today FUCKKK, i was too busy playing im so sorry TT and manon story for the fluff. pls i need more friends on airbuds.

And this is given once only.”

Sophia Laforteza met Y/N in college, an instant bond forming between them over their shared love for literature, adventure, and their equally extroverted nature. Their first encounter was playful—Sophia, being the new girl, had wandered into the wrong classroom.

"Hi, is this Literature 101?" she had asked as she carefully took her things out.

Y/N glanced around before smirking mischievously. "I don’t think so. This is Biology."

Sophia’s face paled, and she immediately stuffed her things back into her bag, ready to bolt, but before she could reach the door, Y/N called out, barely containing her laughter. "I’m kidding, new girl! This is Lit 101."

Sophia turned back, eyes dead serious, as she returned to her seat. "Ha ha, so funny," she muttered sarcastically.

Y/N grinned, offering a hand. "Oh, come on, let me have a little fun with you. I'm Y/N."

Sophia shook her hand, side-eyeing her. "Sophia."

"You're a feisty one, Sophia. Enjoy college, pretty."

That was the start of something beautiful. Y/N’s teasing and pestering became a constant in Sophia’s life, and strangely enough, Sophia never complained. She loved it. When Y/N invited her on a spontaneous road trip, Sophia—being the people pleaser she was—agreed without hesitation. One trip turned into many, and soon, Sophia bought a digital camera to capture their adventures. A sunset on a hiking trip, Y/N’s excitement at Six Flags, the quiet serenity of an empty beach at dawn—each moment immortalized in photographs.

At first, Sophia didn’t question why Y/N was always so eager to travel, but curiosity got the best of her one night. "Why do you always go on these trips?" she asked as they lay on a motel bed, scrolling through pictures on her camera.

Y/N hesitated before answering, "Fulfilling my bucket list, Forteza."

Sophia thought it was just Y/N’s way of romanticizing life. She didn't press further.

But in reality, Y/N was sick—dying, even. The spontaneous trips weren’t just for fun; they were a race against time. She knew she wouldn’t make it until forty, but if she had to go, she wanted to go with beautiful memories. And with Sophia.

There were only three things left on her list:

Try to fall in love again, give love another chance.

Watch the stars and have deep emotional talks.

Maybe, just maybe, try to make it until 40.

As days passed, Y/N grew more tired. She noticed her body weakening, but she pushed through. She had to. One evening, while strolling through the park, Y/N watched as Sophia played with a golden retriever, laughing at the way its tail wagged excitedly. Y/N smiled, storing the image in her heart.

Another memory to cherish.

"Soph, can we go now? I'm starving, darling," Y/N said, waiting for her to finish petting a golden retriever.

Sophia looked up, grinning, and linked arms with her. “Alright, alright.”

They walked side by side, chatting aimlessly. Sophia, unable to hold back her concern, finally pointed out, "You’ve been looking paler lately. And thinner. Are you okay?"

Y/N brushed it off with a laugh. "I’m always like this when I’m stressed. No big deal."

Sophia frowned but nodded. "Just… take a break sometimes, okay?"

"Yeah," Y/N murmured, guilt pooling in her stomach.

Later that night, they lay under the stars on the rooftop of Y/N’s loft. Pillows, a picnic cloth, and food were all prepared by Y/N. Sophia was surprised by the effort. "You really went all out," Sophia chuckled, settling beside her.

"Of course. I promised myself I’d watch the stars with someone special."

Y/N broke the comfortable silence. "Do you like the idea of soulmates?"

Sophia turned her head, furrowing her brows. "What do you mean?"

Y/N shrugged. "Do you get excited by the idea of finding someone that completes you?"

Sophia pondered before admitting, "I do get butterflies at the thought."

"What about you?" Sophia asked, turning toward Y/N.

Y/N inhaled deeply. "I like to believe that there's someone out there who will love me no matter what, even if I die." Sophia stiffened. "Why would you say that?"

Y/N just shrugged. "It’s comforting to think love doesn’t end, even when life does.

Sophia sat up slightly, watching Y/N’s face intently. "What would you do for the love of your life?"

Y/N smirked. "Maybe the usual romantic clichés—kissing in the rain, writing her letters, learning all her favorites and surprising her with them, 3 AM car rides. Maybe have a little fun."

Sophia giggled, pinching her side. "Hey, don't be dirty now."

Y/N laughed with her, closing her eyes as Sophia’s warmth surrounded her. This was enough. Even if it all ended too soon. 

Then, on the last day of exams, Y/N was nowhere to be found. Sophia looked around campus but gave up when their professor excused Y/N from the session. Concern gnawed at her.

She rushed to Y/N’s loft after the exam, only to find it eerily quiet. No music, no humming, no laughter. Sophia pushed open the bedroom door and saw Y/N lying there, breathing heavily, shivering, and burning up with fever.

Panic surged in Sophia’s chest. She shook Y/N desperately. "Hey, wake up! What’s wrong?!" Sophia shook her, panic flooding her veins. "Please, wake up." No response. Her forehead burned under Sophia’s touch.

She called an ambulance, hands trembling as she cradled Y/N. "You’re gonna be fine," she whispered, voice cracking. "Just hold on."

The hospital smelled sterile.

Cold.

Empty.

Sophia sat outside the emergency room, fingers digging into her palms, praying that it’s just a worsen flu, but the doctor’s words hit her like a train.

"The leukemia is progressing. She needs to stay hospitalized."

Sophia’s world shattered.

Sophia’s world tilted. "Leukemia?" Her voice came out broken. "She… she never told me."

The nurse handed her Y/N’s phone. "She’s awake. You can see her now."

When she was finally allowed to see Y/N, she walked into the room, eyes glistening with unshed tears. Y/N smiled softly and patted the space beside her.

"I'm sorry I didn’t tell you," Y/N murmured,

Sophia sniffled. "You should’ve never kept this from me."

Y/N sighed. "I just needed to be ready." leaning her head on Sophia’s shoulder. Sophia sat down, holding Y/N’s frail hand. "You should’ve told me. I would’ve… I don’t know. Done something."

Y/N chuckled weakly. "You did enough. You made my life beautiful."

Tears slipped down Sophia’s cheeks. "Don’t talk like that. You’re going to be okay."

They sat in silence before Y/N whispered, "I have a surprise for you, but you’ll only get it next week."

Days passed, and Y/N grew weaker. Then, one morning, Sophia entered the room and saw the monitors still. The beeping had stopped.

Y/N was gone.

Sophia broke down, her cries echoing through the hospital room. The person who had filled her life with adventure and love was gone, leaving behind nothing but memories.

A week later, Sophia received a call to pick up a package. When she arrived, a golden retriever puppy was waiting for her, a polaroid of their first road trip, and a tiny collar, along with a letter in Y/N’s handwriting.

Dear Soph,

I wanted to give you something to remember me by. Someone to love, the way you loved me. I hope you look at him and see the best parts of us—the laughter, the adventures, the love.

I never told you, but I did fall in love again.

With you.

Thank you for giving me the happiest moments of my life. Don’t cry too much, okay? You still have so much living to do. I’ll always be with you, in every picture, in every adventure, in every sunset.

Thank you for being my greatest love story, even if it was shorter than I wanted it to be. Take lots of pictures for me.

With love, always, Y/N.

Sophia clutched the letter, tears streaming down her face. She looked down at the golden retriever, who wagged its tail at her, and she couldn't help but laugh through her tears.

Y/N was gone, but her love remained—in the dog, in the photographs, in every adventure they had shared. And in Sophia’s heart, forever.

[amara555555]

Something wholesome (or sad idk) because of crippling anxiety and how im procrastinating my assignments:

Sunshine

Gun x daughter reader:

“Daddy can you tie my shoelace?”

Those words had Jonggun’s mind in a blank. Tie her shoe laces? His mind suddenly aware of how his childhood was a ways ahead different than the one he tried to give his child, nothing ever pushed him towards the anger that he had sustained or the coldness he endured, the force of individuality, coldness, expectations, pain, and neglected before being smuggling into a different country by the age of 12.

He watched his little girl pout up at him embarrassed and shy, something so small could enlist a reaction of his little girl but he still couldn’t hold onto an ounce of emotion without it puffing into smoke. Leaving himself once again, numb, alone, inhumane.

It felt foreign how she was confidently asking him for a favour he would’ve been expected to know younger than her age. However he couldn’t shed the instinct to respond to her beck and call so quickly.

He blinked and lowered himself to her level before silently tying them meanwhile she hummed and busied her fingers by playing in his dark hair.

He finished her loops before securing them with a double knot then looking up back at her big doe eyes and rosey cheeks, all centred around a tiny button nose.

Perfect. His perfection. Everything he wasn’t . The stark contrast of her pigtails, playful eyes and pinky outfits, childish nail polish and little bits of glitter and stick on diamonds on her face, Childish. Meanwhile he’d be clad in darker colours, feel the blood of others dry upon his skin, his knuckles busted and hair gelled back in maturity. Grown up. She raised a brow and blinked.

“You look sad.”

Something so Perceptive for someone so young. She grew up too fast for him to realise, yet she still remained a baby in his heart. Yet he still felt a numbness towards the past, however within the time frame of his child’s birth he’d felt….something akin to the ray of sunshine, that comforting and gentle caress of love.

He couldn’t help but wonder if his parents noticed his growth? Did they feel this caress of tender affection? The swirling of love stir a reaction of warmth for a little person they created? He didn’t know. Not that he could ask anymore. He kept his eyes on her before responding.

“I have a lot on my mind right now.”

She perked up.

“Are we gonna rant together?!”

He smirked.

“You go first.”

He didn’t know how hard it would be to raise a child but he’d destroy himself before dropping into the standards he’d been raised by.

[shadowhearts-ponytail]

comforting abby anderson after patrol!

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a/n: I love abby, and she needs love. she's a big baby. also, I will be writing more after New years due to Christmas and my birthday being so soon! enjoy! credit to @whore4abby 's bot on c.ai! used the intro to get some ideas! go show them some love!

warnings: not necessarily angst. but abby is sad and vulnerable and needs your support. petnames (baby, babe, baby girl, pretty girl) mostly used for abby bc i think she deserves to be called baby girl and pretty girl. not proofread.

words: 1k-ish

Abby returns from her patrol, her skin littered with a few new cuts and bruises. she walks into her room, taking off her jacket and placing her things down gently. she pulls the hair tie from the end of her braid and runs her calloused hands through her hair to loosen it, groaning in relief as she looks over at the bed.

"baby… you awake….?"

you're sleeping, or you were, until Abby's voice stirs you from your slumber. you shift in bed and roll over to face the muscled blonde where she stands in front of you. you grumble and open your eyes before speaking, "I was, Abs. but I'm awake now. how was the patrol?"

your eyes follow your tall lover as she takes her dirty brown boots off, even though she's already left a trail of dirt in your quarters. she sits them by the door and stands by the bed, looking down at you. you notice a cut under her plump lips, right above her chin. a small trail of blood running down her chin from the cut.

abby frowns at the cut, wiping the blood against her rough hand before she notices you frowning at it. her lips turn into a sheepish smile, "i’m fine. really. it only stings a little.”

she takes a step towards you, sitting beside you on the bed. it sinks under her weight. “just couldn’t let a rookie go out alone. that’s my job.” she gives you a playful smile for a split second to hide her real emotions, but it fades, and she looks away.

you sleepily tug Abby closer to you. "Let me see the cut, babygirl."

abby rolls her eyes, and nods after a breath of a second, leaning down toward you and letting you inspect it. “fine. just don’t be too long about it, okay? im fine” her tone has an edge to it, one it usually lacks around you, as if she doesn’t want to admit that she’s letting you baby her. but her cheeks burn bright red when she feels your soft hands caress her cheeks to angle her head and see the cut better.

you wipe some blood from the cut and move to get up and grab a small first aid kit you kept under your bed. "Come here, pretty girl."

abby’s entire face is flushed red at the words 'pretty girl', and she’s breathing just a bit fast now, as she shifts closer to you and waits for you to do your thing. her fists clenched tightly as her breath hitches, but she doesn’t pull away. in this state she’s vulnerable and almost childlike….

you kiss Abby's cheek in hopes to calm the taller woman. you clean the cut and disinfect it then put the items away once you're done. you looks at Abby with a bright smile that fills her with a warm feeling, "All better, baby. are you hungry?"

abby’s gaze is lowered, hiding her blush. she looks like she wants to protest, but her stomach growls loudly. “yeah..i could go for a bite.”

in reality, this whole little routine, coming back to your quarters and having you take care of her after patrol, it’s starting to make her feel weird.. like shes not being strong and independent or doing the things people expect her to do. her stomach growls again.

“i mean…if you’re offering…”

"Babe... what's wrong?" you ask as you place your hands on your hips with a small frown. "Talk to me. you can talk to me, baby. you know that."

Abby sighs and shakes her head a little. “i just… people make such a big deal about all this… protecting me, caring for me. I know I do these things for others and I should expect the same in return.. but it all just feels so… soft. I don't know.. i never expected to feel weak like this and…”

her speech trails off as the corners of her mouth twitch into a slight pout, like she's not sure if she's upset or not.

you frown a bit more, but your expression softens as you sit next to Abby.

"Well... I don't think it makes you weak to be taken care of. you're allowed to be vulnerable. especially with me. we're lovers, Abby. I love you. and I want to care for you. I want to cook for you and wash your hair and rub your back before bed. I want to make you happy and as comfortable as you can be."

you offer your hand to Abby as if to ask to hold her hand. "You're still the toughest girl out there. even if you have someone take care of you at times, baby. I mean, you can lift me up like it's nothing." you joke a bit with a big smile to ease Abby, then you lean over to kiss the blonde's cheek.

Abby laughs a little and leans into the kiss, her expression relaxing as you speak to her. her cheeks are still a bit red, but the lightness of her smile can be seen. she reaches out for the hand, and squeezes it firmly.

"well… if you’re willing to put up with my grumpy moods and childishness… i guess i’ll accept the care…”

she leans closer and gives you a little kiss on the cheek, as a sign of thanks for putting up with her weird moods.

"Always. I mean you put up with me all the time. and I think we both know I'm a handful." you laugh then wrap Abby in a warm hug.

"Come here and let me kiss you, silly girl!"

Abby lets out a soft little groan at the hug, as if to pretend it hurt, and then leans up to press her lips against yours softly. her lips are chapped and slightly swollen from the harsh outdoor conditions, but they’re still very soft like usual.

"you are a handful, but somehow you’ve won me over… i don’t know how..” her voice is more of a teasing whisper as she leans into your embrace and wraps her arms around you tightly in a warm hug.

"I think I know how..." you tease back and move to kiss all across her face. "With my stellar kissing skills!"

Abby squeaks as she’s kissed all along her cheeks and forehead. her cheeks were already a bit red from simply being hugged, but now they were bright red and hot to the touch. she groans again and laughs. “that… that is very true… you’re a very good kisser.”

you laugh at Abby a bit, then jump up to pull Abby up from the bed along with you. "Come on. let's get you a snack."

a/n: I love her ur honor! feedback is always welcome!

[hearts4werka]

Starry Kiss

Summary: you’ve always had a crush on your childhood best friend Chris but always thought your feelings were one-sided since he always had girls all over him and he could have anyone he wanted. One day you hosted a sleepover for your friends as well as Chris, night soon came and you two were the only ones awake and you go stargazing in the starry night where you confess your feelings to him and he responds with a genuine kiss you’ve always wanted to experience… Genre: FLUFF, childhood best friends, stargazing, sleepover, high school sweethearts, starry night, love confession, best friends to lovers, unexpected kiss & possibly more! Warnings: None! Just cutesy sweetheart best friends finally getting together!

Me and Chris have been childhood best friends and I've always had a small crush on him but never thought my feelings were one-sided since he always had girls all over him and once I even had to help him with his first crush who became his first girlfriend who later turned out to be using him.

The poor guy was devastated after that and I had to be his personal therapist for almost two weeks after he got over her and found a new girl to thirst over, it ended up not being me.

I never was good at expressing my emotions since no one never asked unless it was evident something was wrong, only ever Chris saw through the fake smile I would put on everyday to hide the real emotions I would feel, that's one of the many reasons why I have a fat crush on him since childhood.

After school we walk together to my house or his then I would vent to him and show him the real me no one else saw besides him. We could talk and laugh together for hours on end, I always tried to somehow give him blank hints but too scared to actually confess since Im afrain of ruining our friendship I love so much and will cherish all of our moments together fondly.

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One day I decided to host a sleepover for my friend group, including Chris and some of his guy friends since I know he wouldn't survive being around all of my girlfriends so of course I made an acception for him.

And I’m sure my friends won’t mind.

Chris was the first person to get there since he came in early to help me with preparing all of the stuff that needs to be set up.

While setting up the designated place to sleep we got into a small pillow fight…

• Before Everyone Arrived…

When I was arranging the pillows with Chris’s help, I suddenly felt something soft hit my back and chuckling behind me. Slowly turning for dramatic effect I see Chris burst out laughing and I know he threw the pillow at me.

His laughter is soon muffled by a pillow hitting his face, I soon followed with the chuckles and choked out through the laughter filling the air.

“Thats what you get!”

He immediately went into action and started to throw more pillows at me and I followed behind, throwing pillows at him that were in my reach. We soon started a pillow fight.

I grabbed one of the longer and bigger pillows, he looked at me and put his hand out like eleven while laughing.

“Don’t you even dare!” He speaks between chuckles as I take the risk and hit him with the big pillow in my hand.

“Oh you’re gonna regret doing that”

Suddenly he tackles me to the floor, ending up on top of me with both of us laughing and pillows flying all around, he drops down onto the floor next to me as we continue to laugh at the whole playful situation.

I would be lying if the altercation didn’t fluster me even in the slightest.

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7:45 PM

As the time of the deadline for everyone to finally arrive, me and Chris are waiting by sitting on the couch a bit too close, my head laying down on his shoulder and a simple hand wrapped around my waist and pulling me closer to him.

The whole time I'm trying to hide the slight pink hue growing on my cheeks, its not the first time we sit in such position that could be taken as an intimate one.

My friends often tease me and say to just confess to him like its thats easy. I dont want to ruin our friendship as it could be the last type of friendship we get like this.

While we wait for the others to arrive, the doorbell finally rings indicating they have just arrived, I shoot up onto my feet and to the front door.

Chris follows behind as I open the door, on the other side there’s two girls, my best friend Kayla and Natalie, one guy whos Chris's standing with bags in hand, all being my friends.

I greet them and quickly let them inside, leading them upstairs into the guests bedroom where we’ll be all sleeping since there’s more room there for all of us.

They all put their bags away and we start the fun part of the sleepover...

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10:54 PM

After a little adventure around the night town only illuminated by old street lamps and a snack trip to the store for a small horror marathon we finally got back to my house.

I place the bag of snacks on the coffee table in the living room as all of us gathered inside of the room to start the horror marathon.

All of us take a seat on the couch, the guys sit on one side of the couch and the girls in the other. Me and Chris are in the middle separating the gender groups created.

Grabbing the remote I open the first streaming service I land on, which landed on classic Netflix.

I begin to scroll through the ‘horror’ section, everyone talking among themselves and suggesting what we should watch first before we finally decide on ‘Fear Street’ which is a horror series with 3 movies.

We get comfortable in our spots and I play the movie, some grab snacks and some grab drinks and then the movie starts…

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• After a Horror Movie Marathon

1:31 AM

After watching a god knows how much hours worth of horror movies everyone was finally starting to feel sleepy except for me and Chris for some reason.

“I’m tired…” Kayla yawns, making sluggish moves to get up from her spot on the couch. Everyone else agrees they’re also feeling tired and suggest we should already go to bed.

“Yeah we should go to bed already” Natalie suggests, slowly starting to get up as well to head to our designated sleeping place.

We all follow suite but when I try to get up, Chris decides it would be a funny idea to randomly throw we over his shoulder and carry me to our sleeping place.

I let out a quiet yelp as he throws me over his shoulder, his little giggles echoing through the room as the group looks at us a bit surprised but used to us acting like this with each other.

Trying to protest for him to put me down, sending small hits to his back as he continues to carry me and walk up the stairs with the group until we make it to the room.

He finally puts me down and I shoot him a playful glare which only fuels the stupid grin on his face, we enter the room after everyone and close the door behind us.

We make sure to not step on anyone before both of us got to our sleeping spot for the night and lay down, pulling the duvet over my body as the warmth of it surrounds my body but even with the warm feeling, I find myself not quite being able to fall asleep.

I pretend to sleep, closing my eyes to trick my brain into making me fall asleep but I just lay there conscious with my eyes closed and little did I know that Chris was having the same problem…

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• Two Hours Later

3:09 AM

After a few hours I’m still laying there and staring at the ceiling while everyone’s shallow breathing fills the rooms air and hits my ears in a smooth melody.

A sudden quiet whisper and slight nudge on the shoulder taps me out of my small trance and I look towards the source of the noise.

“Hey, you awake?” I feel Chris’s warm breath hit my cold skin and send a small shiver running down my spine as he speaks.

“No, what’s up?” Answering his question I sit up on my bed and make some room for him to sit down as well so he doesn’t have to keep kneeling down on the hard wooden floor.

“I can’t quite fall asleep for some reason.” He confesses, taking the seat infront of me on the bed. It making a small indent and elevating my own seating from his weight overpowering mine.

“Me neither.” I agree, looking around the room I glance over at the window where the source of the moonlight that’s illuminating the room is coming from.

Noticing the especially starry night sky tonight I remember I was reading an article about that there was supposed to be a starry night.

I suddenly get an idea, since we can’t sleep and I wanted to go star gazing tonight anyway and might as well drag Chris along with me.

“It’s a pretty starry night tonight” I state the obvious before looking back at him and adding, “Wanna go star gazing?”

He glanced between me and the night sky and chuckles quietly then nods his head in agreement. “Yeah, sure”

A soft smile spreads across my face as he agrees and the thought of sitting on a hill with a perfect view of the starry night sky just enters my mind as I imagine the scenery.

We quietly get up from my bed and I grab a blanket on the way out of the room, slowly closing the door behind us than make our way towards the front door to sneak out of the dark house.

On our way down the stairs, Chris suddenly almost trips over something in the dark. Silently cursing under his breath as he out of reflex grabs the my arm and the railing, holding on for dear life to not face plant down the stairs.

I’m trying my hardest to not burst out laughing at his terrified expression at almost falling to his death and making a lot of noise when we’re supposed to be quiet.

Quickly making our way to the front door and almost exiting in a hurry to not wake the others up, I start to lead him to the spot I was thinking of that will have the best view of the sky.

“You gotta place in mind already, princess?” He finally asks in a hushed voice, leaning his head down to make me hear him better. The little nickname he always calls me whenever he wants to gauge a reaction out of me.

“You don’t remember? We used to always go there as kids!” I remind him also in a hushed voice as we walk under the beautiful night sky up a medium hill.

Seeing how his eyes widen in realization as the childhood memories flood both of our minds at once, a small smile growing on my face at the cute moments we’ve had there together.

“Ohh, yeah now I remember” He realizes, scratching the back of his neck in slight embarrassment for not remembering to which I give him a reassuring pat on the back.

We start to go down memory lane of all of the special moments we’ve shared over the past years of our constantly blooming friendship, knowing we’ll never be dumb little kids together anymore just makes my heart ache as I would love to go back in time and relive all of those memories.

Some memories brought laughter, sadness or embarrassment. When we finally made it onto the top of the hill, we were immediately met with an a amazing view of the starry night sky.

My lips fall in an inaudible gasp at how beautiful the scenery is, I look over at Chris and he’s in the same state of awe as I am.

The way the moonlight illuminates his facial features and his long brown strands ghosting over his forehead and slightly above his eyes makes my head go into a slight spiral.

Shaking my head and looking away from him to not cause a too much of a blush on my face than the slight staring has already caused.

A sudden idea comes to my mind, it’s the perfect time and place to confess my longing love for him. It may sound like a typical love story but who knows, he could still say no.

With that thought in my overthinking mind, I start to doubt my idea and bash it. It’s the right place but might not be the right time.

He notices me being lost in thought, my eyes darting over all of the stars on the sky as if I was tracing every possible pattern with them.

His face suddenly is placed infront of my vision, snapping me from the small world my mind had put me in and back to reality.

“Hey, you good?” He asks with concern lacing his tone, a shade of worry shading his features in the moonlight as his brows furrow.

I shake my head, a small embarrassed chuckle escaping past my lips to try and laugh off the situation to make it seem I’m fine. “Yeah I’m fine, just zoned out for a minute”

Him not fully believing me but just brushes off the worry for now, he casually drapes a hand over my shoulder in an almost comforting matter.

Leaning my head on his shoulder we start to walk around the hill to find our spot, soon enough we succeed at our search and lay our backs down on the grass.

We watch the stars, pointing out the constellations we notice the starts aligning to create. It was truly a beautiful sight to witness.

As we observe the starts, I try to get the courage to ask him the question I’ve been dreading to ask him for far too long now that I can’t keep it bottled inside anymore.

I sit up so suddenly a feeling of dizziness washes over me, he follows behind me and the same look of worry comes back to cast a shadow over his features.

“Are you sure you’re fine? Why did you sit up so suddenly?” He questions with concern now thick in his tone, raising an eyebrow at my current actions.

Taking a deep breath before the word vomit begins without my permission and I can’t get it to stop no matter how hard my brain screams at me to stop.

“I can’t keep this hidden anymore, sorry in advance but…” I pause for a second, contemplating my decision before my mouth grows a mind of its own and decides for me.

“I’m in love with you. And I-I am for years now but I was always scared to admit it because of all of the girlfriends you’ve had that were way prettier than I could ever be, I’m so sorry for keeping this from you when we promised to not keep secrets from each other and tell each other everything that’s on our mind…”

After my small ramble I grow out of breath and my breathing grows slightly heavy, looking up at him I see his expression is unreadable so my apologetic instinct switches on.

“I’m really sorry, I know you probably don’t feel the same way and might hate me after this. I’m sorry if this could ruin our friendship in any way and I don’t want it to, I’m so fucking so-“

My words suddenly get cut off by Chris grabbing ahold of my jaw and smashing his lips on mine, instantly shutting my moving mouth up.

I’m at a loss of all words that I wanted to speak in that moment, my mind becomes blurry as I melt completely into the kiss and slowly start to kiss him back.

The kiss feels magical, like taken out of a fairytale. Finally finding my Prince Charming or sharing a kiss that’ll save me and erase all of the problems I’ve ever encountered in my life.

When we finally pull away from each other, I look at him in complete shock but a hint of relief in my features is only visible if you look for it hard enough.

“Why did you do that?” I question, feeling confused by his actions since I was sure I would get rejected by him but am so glad I didn’t.

“To stop you from rambling all night long” He confesses the reason behind the unexpected kiss, a smile growing on his face as a reaction to my confused expression.

“I thought you would get weirded out and reject me.” I as well confess to the reason I’m so confused right now, the relief slowly becoming more noticeable on my face.

“It doesn’t matter now what I could have done, so don’t worry about that now” He answers, the smile growing on his face. His hand reaches and lands on my cheek, caressing it with his thumb in an almost loving way that makes a smile of my own form on my lips.

“You’re way to calm about this right now, it’s concerning” I slip out with a hint of joking in my voice to lighten the tense air surrounding us, we share a laugh together before his lips land on mine again. Both of us smilling into the kiss as we fall back onto the ground and share another passionate kiss under the starry night, almost like a starry kiss…

@hearts4wertka

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CAITVI FIC REC LIST PART 2 (???) <3333

MUAHAHAHAHA I’m baaaaaack ;)

Gonna keep this personal note quick:

Here is the wonderful part 2 out of Violyn fanfics, only the best of the best that I have read! Lots of stories + another note at the end, make sure you read that to not miss any upcoming content <3

Reminder‼️ pretty please read all the tags on each fic before reading as I am not responsible for any emotional trauma you may experience ^3^ (more notes at the bottom ty, ily <3)

NOW let’s get cracka lackin🤚🏼

While you’re down there, being a doll by Greed

4.8K Words // 1 Chapter // COMPLETED

//EXPLICIT//

“But I don’t need to be there to know that your panties are soaked right now," Vi said, her voice sending a thrill down Caitlyn's spine. "Go ahead, tell me I'm right."

You’re Mine Now by YourSinfulScribe

10K Words // 4 Chapters // COMPLETED?

//EXPLICIT//

Vi is an astute and expert smuggler, and although she has not had the best of luck lately, she has always known how to make good decisions that have helped her survive.

However, ignoring rumors and advice, she enters a mansion that, although it seems ordinary at first glance, hides something that Vi could never have imagined.

Vampire Cait x Human Vi

Coming home to you by mkhhhx

20K Words // 1 Chapter // COMPLETED

//EXPLICIT//

“You are not taking good enough care of yourself,” Caitlyn starts, looking towards the fountain. She’s lost weight and her cheeks are hollowed, the knuckles of her hand too pronounced into Vi’s grasp. “I need you now, more than ever, Violet.”

“You have me,” Vi says, as a matter of fact. As if she has anyone else to live for, to give her loyalty to. “In any way you’d want me.”

this one is so broken and tentative it actually ruined me btw. Literally as I type this shite I’ve also got it open on my computer STILL reading because it’s that good—I didn’t have to finish it to recommend it

When It Rains, It Pours by SarcastCity

22K Words // 4 Chapters // COMPLETED

//EXPLICIT// SarcastCity on X

Caitlyn's shower breaks, and Vi's the sexy plumber who comes out to fix the problem.

Place Your Bets by ChemistryGod

25K Words // 6 Chapter // COMPLETED

//EXPLICIT//

Vi's an up-and-coming pro-boxer. Her first match is against former heavyweight world-champion Sevika. Vi needs the money to move up the social ladder, and with her pro-status comes better training. Caitlyn is new in town and they hit it off at a lesbian bar. Vi, however, never could have guessed that their jobs would put their newfound relationship in a tight spot.

Nothing Personal, It’s Just Business by second_hand_feels

28K Words // 5 Chapters // COMPLETED

//EXPLICIT//

“Not gonna lie,” the smooth voice announces down the alleyway, “whatever you’re doing, it looks hot as hell.”

Caitlyn just freezes, taking a moment to assess the situation. Gaze flicking up to the voice, it’s the woman, one of Demarco’s enforcers, standing at the mouth of the alleyway and fuck.

Fuck for so many reasons. Notably, she can’t be fucking this up this quick, but also, fuck, she’s just so hot.

Catvi Undercover Cop/Mafia AU

P.S. extra bonus one shot fix it fic recommendation <3

Sweet, like a cupcake by aniyahsheree

2.7K Words // 1 Chapter // COMPLETED

//EXPLICIT//

Vi pulled back slightly, her lips quirked into a playful grin. "Told you," she murmured, brushing a stray strand of hair from Caitlyn's face, "you're sweet—like a cupcake"

Next one will be slightly longer fics…like 28K words+ ✅ but jumps to more than 55K words+ very quickly!

Pretty plsssss send in recs too! I’m always looking for stuff to read and also recommend for others so if you know of a good fic send it in <33

MUAHAHA OKAY NOW IM DONE ‼️

[theseventhdimension]

hey! maybe spencer saying he doesn't get the appeal of pet names to jj, male!reader overhearing, and then reader using random pet names (darling, love, sweetie) on spencer and spencer getting all blushy and stammery about it and reader's all "i thought you found it corny"?

Pet Names and Profilers

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Male! reader (One use of "boyfriend's" describing reader and Spencer)

Word Count: 1.1k+

DNI: All are welcome!

Author's Note: Ahhh this took like two days for such a short story im sorrrryyyy. Also you didn't specify what season so I went with a personal favourite; season 8 <<33. Sorry if you wanted something different!!

Why won't Lana Del ray release "Go Go Dancer" IT'S SO GOOD LANA PLEASEEEEE.

It all started on the night of halloween, when Henry came to visit the BAU dressed as Spencer.

God his heart was beating, he now had his own little fan, and not the crazy ones.

But it's specifically when he walks into the kitchen, to hear Will calling JJ, checking how Henry was doing, when she went "Goodbye darling, see you soon" and made a kissing sound to the phone before hanging up.

He'd never really admitted this before. Not because he was embarrassed, just because it never came up.

"Y'know, I've never really understood the purpose of pet names." He blurted out, and if the BAU was just a little louder, JJ wouldn't have been able to hear it at all. His voice was soft, almost hesitant, as if he wasn’t entirely sure why he was saying it.

JJ turned to him, a little surprised. "..What do you mean Spencer?"

He shifted uncomfortably, adjusting his glasses. “I mean, I get that they’re supposed to be endearing, but they don’t seem very practical. They don’t convey any real information.” He takes another deep breath.

Spencer paused thoughtfully before speaking to JJ. "I understand that for you and Will, using pet names is personal because you're married. It makes sense on that level. But from a practical standpoint, it’s always puzzled me. In law enforcement, we use last names to maintain professionalism, avoid confusion, and reinforce the chain of command. It's about efficiency and clarity, which pet names don’t really provide."

JJ smiled gently, understanding dawning in her eyes. “They’re not meant to convey information, Spencer. They’re meant to convey emotion. Pet names are a way of expressing affection and warmth. They’re small, sweet gestures that show you care.”

Spencer frowned slightly, considering her words. “But why not just say what you mean directly? Why use a term like ‘darling’ or ‘sweetie’ instead of simply saying ‘I care about you’ or ‘I love you’?”

JJ chuckled softly, shaking her head. “Because it’s not always about being direct. Sometimes, it’s about the little things, the small ways we show love and affection in everyday life. Pet names are part of that. They add a personal, intimate touch to our interactions.”

Spencer still looked puzzled, but there was a hint of understanding in his eyes. “I suppose that makes sense,” he admitted slowly. “But it still feels… unnecessary.”

As the conversation between JJ and Spencer continued, you leaned against the doorway, sipping your coffee and listening with interest. Your boyfriend's struggle to understand the appeal of pet names was both endearing and amusing. An idea began to form in your mind, a way to both tease and perhaps enlighten him.

The day unfolded with a rhythm of its own, the familiar cadence of the BAU office punctuated by occasional phone calls, urgent meetings, and the steady hum of computers. Yet amidst the routine, there was a subtle shift in Spencer Reid's demeanor whenever you addressed him with a pet name.

After handing him the report with a playful "Here you go, darling~," His reaction was almost endearing—the way he momentarily hesitated before accepting the file, as if processing the unexpected endearment.

Suppressing a smirk, you walked away, relishing the delightful predictability of Spencer's reaction. His cheeks flushed with a delicate pink hue, and he fumbled for a moment with his glasses, adjusting them nervously. His typically composed demeanor faltered ever so slightly, replaced by a subtle stammer in his usually eloquent speech. It was a charming sight, watching the brilliant Dr. Spencer Reid momentarily thrown off balance by something as innocuous as a pet name.

During the morning briefing, as Hotch outlined the details of a new case, you leaned over to Spencer and whispered, "Anything else you need, love?" His response was a barely audible "No, that's all," his gaze momentarily flickering away before returning to the case file spread out before him.

At lunchtime, the team gathered in the break room, exchanging banter and sharing updates. You invited Spencer to join you with a casual, "Do you want to join us for a bite, sweetie?" He nodded, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips, his eyes briefly meeting yours before focusing back on his sandwich, hands faltering trying to pull out tomato because of the icky texture, and legs rubbing together. Not out of discomfort, but subconscious happiness.

Later in the week, during a heated discussion about the profile of the unsub, you interjected with a thoughtful, "Good point, honey." you then continued to explain your agreement with previously stated facts, while simultaenously observing your boyfriend.

Spencer's reaction was swift—a slight widening of his eyes, followed by a quick nod of acknowledgment. The surprise was evident in his expression, yet there was a subtle warmth that spread across his features—a mix of amusement and affection. It was clear he was caught off guard by the affectionate term, not in a negative way, but in a way that revealed the depth of their personal connection.

As boyfriends, you and Spencer had navigated the complexities of their demanding profession with a shared understanding and support for each other. Despite the serious nature of their work in the BAU, moments like these—the playful banter, the shared affection—were essential in grounding both of you in the reality of your relationship.

Throughout the week, each pet name you used seemed to deepen the bond between you. Whether it was a casual "darling" during work or a whispered "love" in private, Spencer's responses spoke volumes. His typically analytical mind momentarily set aside, replaced by a softer, more relaxed demeanor that only emerged in the presence of someone he trusted implicitly.

In the quiet of a late afternoon, as the day wound down and the bullpen emptied out, you found yourselves lingering together. Spencer glanced up from his work, meeting your gaze with a gentle smile. "You know," he began, his voice low but warm, "I never thought I'd be one for pet names."

You chuckled softly, reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair from his forehead. "It suits you, even if you find them corny," you replied softly, your own smile reflecting the affection you felt.

Spencer's fingers found yours, intertwining in a quiet gesture of reassurance. "It's... nice, I suppose," he admitted, his gaze searching yours for understanding. "To have something so... personal."

You squeezed his hand gently, feeling the weight of his words and the unspoken emotions between them. "It's just us," you murmured, the words carrying a promise of trust and love that transcended their demanding careers.

As the last traces of daylight filtered through the windows, casting a warm glow over the bullpen, you knew that despite the challenges they faced, your relationship with Spencer was anchored in moments like these—moments of shared intimacy, understanding, and the simple joy of being together.

He will always be your darling, love, sweetie, or whatever- no matter if he understands why or not.

[truths33k3r4]

CHAPTER 1 - BREATHE

Raph’s mind was drawing a gaping blank... Well, besides the panicked screaming echoing on repeat...

WHAT DO I DO? WHAT DO I DO? WHAT DO I DO???????!!

Today had already been full of uncomfortable situations. Enough tears had leaked through his eye sockets to rival those bad actors on one of Sensei’s tv shows. He became a stinkin’ breathing waterfall. Of..emotions. And now, here he was being clung to by a complete stranger. A stranger like him, but still a stranger. And now she’s crying TOO.

Raph lifted his eyes to the sky in a desperate plea.

Why did it have to be me?? Why couldn’t Mikey have done this?? Why do You enjoy stretchin’ me to my limit??? I’ve already been FEELING enough, now I got to deal with OTHER’S EMOTIONS???

Small hands continued to latch onto his. He didn’t try to pull away, but DANG IT ALL he was fighting against the constant urge not to.

I could text Mikey. Y-yeah, I could text him, he could come, do his little empathy magic, while I leave and sort things out… Ughhh but he doesn’t always carry his phone on ‘im. UNLESS OF COURSE HE NEEDS BLACKMAIL AGAINST ME- THEN IT MAGICALLY APPEARS IN HIS FLIPPIN’ HANDS.

The silence in the room amplified the awkwardness of his situation a staggering amount.

I could text Leo……

He wasn’t that desperate yet.

As he continued to try to make a plan of escape, a small sniffle pulled him out of his thoughts. He lowered his gaze back onto Lotus. However much of a complete stranger she was, she was still- well she looked just like a kid; So small and skinny.

And scared.

This… isn’t about me….right..

“Hey- hey, kid. It’s.. it’s ok. Ya need to calm down. At least take a breath.”

Lotus’ shoulders rose and fell as she forced a small puff of air into her lungs. It was pathetic, but at least she tried.

“I guess that’ll do for now.” Raph mumbled as he changed his position on the floor to something a bit more comfortable. “How about you do it again? In and out. Just try to hold it for three seconds.”

Lotus took another shaky breath in and was able to hold it for a little over two seconds, before she let it out again.

Still pathetic, but still progress.

“That’s it. Keep doin’ that. I know it’s been a bit.. scary comin’ here. Especially with my crackhead brother freakin’ you out… But uh- we may be freaks, but we don’t bite.”

Lotus finally looked up, and released some of her grip on Raph’s hand. It seemed that all of her tears had finally been spent, now replaced with a look of complete exhaustion.

It hadn’t been an easy day for anyone.

“Th- thank you, Rapha-…. Raph.” Lotus brokenly squeaked with a grateful smile. “You- you sound just like your brother.. The blue one- Um…Leo.”

Raph jolted in surprise as his brows creased in doubt.

“I’m nothin’ like him.” Raph offhandedly stated.

“Yeah sure,” Lotus scoffed, highlighting her exhausted complexion with a tinge of playful sarcasm, “ how could brothers ever act alike? My bad.”

Raph sat there with his mouth slightly ajar, blinking.

“I mean- YEAH, we’re brothers, but that doesn’t mean we’re all the same! This ain’t no cartoon where the only thing that defines us is our costume colors!”

“Huh. But you’re all soooo alike.. It’s probably a good thing you wear different colored masks, so people can tell you apart.” Lotus taunted, making Raph’s face burn in exasperation and a hint of embarrassment.

“N-NO, WE ARE NOT.” Raph sputtered indignantly, “I’M the tough guy, Don does machines, Leo’s the leader, and Mikey-” Raph takes a millisecond to think, “-We don’t know what Mikey is- But we are NOT ALL THE SAME.”

Raph looks back at Lotus and notices the gigantic, Mikey-Grade smile now shining on her face.

Little. Twerp.

Raph had to admit, it was funny. Clearly Lotus had enjoyed every second of tormenting him, but there was no way he was going to let her get away with it.

“Ya little brat! You’re trying to tick me off on purpose- what, did Mikey put you up to this???”

Raph playfully punched Lotus’ shoulder to congratulate her on a job well done. Though, going by her slightly pained expression after the hit, he realized he apparently punched her a little too hard..

“Heheh.. My bad..” He apologized as Lotus began rubbing her now sore arm.

“It’s fine..” Lotus snickered through a wince.

The room went silent.

Great. First emotions, now awkward silence. Just hittin’ all the marks today.

Raph used his unclutched hand to rub at his neck, as Lotus began looking around the room. Normally, during a moment of silence, a person would be contemplating what their next opener will be to a conversation, or even just taking in the scenery around them.

Not Raph.

No, he was too busy shriveling in the burning heat of awkwardness and feelings. He felt like a worm slowly getting cooked on the sidewalk.

Master Splinter had always taught Raph and his brothers the importance of caring for others; Putting their needs before your own and all that jazz. But just because he was taught that from a young age, didn’t make it any easier for him to do. He tried though! .. In his own way. A little jab to the arm here, a quick “good job” there… But that was the extent of his emotional capabilities.

And now here he is. The most emotionally-inept brother stuck with the impossible goal to comfort a weeping female turtle mutant. Fantastic.

The grating silence was disturbed by a prompt “SORRY!” from Lotus, as she finally released Raph from his prison her grip. Raph chuckled to himself as he began massaging his now freed wrist.

“It’s fine. You got a good grip on ya.” Raph was very grateful Lotus had decided to cling to his left arm.

“O-Oh.. Uh.. thanks.” Lotus shrugged, as she forced her hands back under the covers. She then tried to lay back down, but winced as she moved her recovering leg.

“O-ow!”

“Hey, you ok?” Raph turned to her, gripping his hand steadily on her shoulder to hopefully grant her more stability, “You shouldn’t be movin’ around too much. You still gotta heal.”

Lotus only nodded as a response, as Raph helped her lower her head back down to the pillow.

Ok- before things get quiet again- JUST SAY SOMETHING. Chat about the weather, favorite tv series- SOMETHING.

“Soo..Where’d you get those marks on your head and arms?”

REALLY?? THAT’S THE BEST YOU CAN DO??? Where do ya THINK SHE-

“..Um.. I was born with them?.. I think?” Lotus said in uncertainty as she looked over the star-like markings decorating her shoulders.

..She thinks?

“..How about you?” Lotus gestured to Raph’s arms.

“I was born with em’ too.”

“Even those scars?”

Raph’s pupils constricted as his eyes widened. His hand slowly raised to touch the deep green slash over his right eye, as his gaze lowered to peer at the lightning bolt scar imprinted into his skin at the tip of his plastron.

“N-nah. Didn’t get these until I got older.” His voice lowered almost to a whisper as memories replayed in his mind. He had to take a deep inhale to slow his brain down. He pointed up to the scar on his face. “This was an accident.”

Please change the subject.

“Oh..” Lotus nodded in understanding, “What about-”

Raph and Lotus both flinched as Don came staggering into the bedroom. His throat choked on every breath being squeezed out of his lungs, and his shoulders trembled.

“-DON?? What’s goin’ on? Are you oka-”

Raph looked into his twin’s eyes. He recognized the overwhelming fear plaguing his brother’s face. He knew it all too well. The silent link between the two connected in an instant, with message after message from Donatello.

( HELP. HELP. THEY WON’T STOP- I CAN’T MAKE THEM STOP. )

“Don, it’s ok! BREATHE.”

Raph watched as his twin’s gaze went from panicked to unfocused. He probably didn’t hear a word Raph had said.

The crimson-clad brother got off the floor and turned to Lotus.

“You good? I- I gotta take care of my brother-” He promptly asked, twisting his head from Lotus to Don with each word.

“Yeah, I’m fine-”

“-Kay. Rest up. Chill. Don’t move your leg. Take the two pills on the side table.”

And with that, Raph ran to his twin just in time to catch him before the purple-clad brother fell to the ground in a wheezing heap.

. . .

Donatello’s head pulsed with a deep ache as all his anxiety and fear combined into a tormenting storm in his body. Thunderbolts of adrenaline shot through his arms and legs forcing them to tremble. His instincts shouted for him to find help. GET HELP. GET HELP NOW.

Without his permission, his legs began moving towards the brothers’ bedroom. He didn’t register quite yet what he was doing, but it felt right to search for some semblance of comfort from one of his brothers. And by the fact that his heart rate and breathing were accelerating at a dangerous pace, he knew he needed to move as fast as he could before his low oxygen levels caught up.

HELP.

Donatello’s mind still thundered loudly with the echoes of his horrible memories, but then the sound of someone’s worried tone parted some of the clouds.

“-D-N?? W-’s goin’ on? - yo- oka-”

( HELP. HELP. THEY WON’T STOP- I CAN’T MAKE THEM STOP. )

The world remained a shadowed blur as he fought to gain back control of his body. The voice- Raphael’s voice, was telling him to breathe, which sounded like a wise thing to do. With each forced breath, Don’s vision slowly cleared. The red and green blur in front of him crystallized into the face of his worried twin. Don’s head continued to swim in the raging currents of adrenaline, but at least now he knew he was safe. The subtle waves of his brother’s comfort washed over him in a cool, refreshing tide. Fear and panic drained from his mind, leaving nothing but peaceful exhaustion. With a deep sigh, every ounce of adrenaline left him.

Quickly following his sigh, he all of a sudden felt the sensation of his brother’s arms wrapped around him, along with the coarse texture of grout and tiles scratching into his knees.

How did I get on the floor??..

Oh- right- Hyperventilation leads to low oxygen levels.. which leads to dizziness..

which leads to f- faaaain-

..I don’t feel so good…

“DUDE WHAT DID I JUST SAY!??! BREATHE GOSH DANG IT!!!!”

Ahhh my loving brother. So gentle. So polite.

“DON- Dude- DON’T MAKE ME SMACK YOU.”

Well that would be rude.

“I’M GIVIN YA TO THE COUNT OF THREE.”

..Why are we counting?

“ONE.”

Wait- what did he say again?

“TWO.”

Oh- he wants me to take a breath so my oxygen levels will return to normal leading to-

Don’s thought was literally smacked out of his head.

“H-heyyy!” Don coughed, after taking a big gasp after the blow, “Ow.”

“WELL- Ya wouldn’t BREATHE. I PANICKED.”

Raph’s smack wasn’t even that hard compared to those he’d given during one of their thousands of arguments. It was quite successful in clearing Don’s head..

Still though- ow.

And that's it for this chapter! :)

WE MADE IT GUYS!!! WE'RE OFFICIALLY IN BOOK TWO!!!!!! :) WOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

I have SO MANY PLANS for this book guys- I have a timeline, notes in my phone, in my notebook, AND on my computer!!!! THIS IS GONNA BE FUNNN~

I know my last book ended on a cliffhanger with the flashback, and TRUST ME- WE WILL CONTINUE WITH THAT- But first, I wanted to slowly bring you all back to the current story, where it's a bit more... calm, before I explain what happened to Don, Lotus, and Raph. Just take this little breath..

..cause you're gonna need it.

Anyways, hope you enjoy!! If you liked it, please feel free to reblog this!

To God be the glory!

~ Melissa

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[elainsgirl]

why do people deny what elriel has? It baffles me that people actually try to make their scenes they have together into something else and saying its not romantic. we elriel's get called delusional for believing our couple could be endgame even when they have multiple scenes together that backs up our opinions and not one bonus scene that people just nitpicked and did everything they could possibly do to see if their ship could be endgame?!?

sorry, but, no. Im going to keep believing in elriel because I actually read the books and I don't just stick to a bonus chapter and believe a ship could possibly be endgame. thats like with cassian and emerie, when people thought they would end up together, and guess what? they didnt! like we are going down the same road again people!

Also. The fact that people are trying to make gwyn into a main character is laughable. why can't we see that she's just a side character with potential? why are people trying to replace elain with her??? "rhys will love gwyn and be besties" "auntie gwyn" "gwyn will be the savior". im actually sick and tired of acting like I actually cared about gwyn (I liked her character obviously) but she was just there to me, just like emerie. This fandom is just something else.

Hey Anon, I hope you’re having a great day 🫶

I totally get the frustration & annoyance, trust me, it gives you a headache trying to wrap your head around how people are genuinely doubting elriel over a ship that doesn’t even have any romantic scenes. I mean, elriel - a couple which goes back 3-4 books, is genuinely being rivaled with Gwynriel? Two characters that canonically don’t even want each other? They’re being so forecefully shipped over the silliest things. “Gwyn glanced at Azriel in Ch43? Omg its soooo clear she has feelings for him 🤭”

“Did you notice the way Azriel half turned when Gwyn squeaked? AHHHH HE LITERALLY CAN’T HELP NOTICING HER ITS SOOO ROMANTIC!”

Yet when it comes to elriel?

“Elain blushed bcs Az smiled at her? Pffft Sjm was just trying to show us how uncomfortable and awkward Azriel makes Elain” (no joke this was something an anti actually argued once)

You know what happened w that bonus chapter? It was over-exaggerated and over-romanticised.

Imagine this. You absolutely hate elriel and when you first read the bonus, your worst nightmares have come true. Azriel is in fact wanting Elain. There is a mutual attraction and want between them. Your hope that Elain secretly wanted Lucien has gone up in flames or the hope that Azriel didn’t actually want the blandest character in the series has also gone up in flames. Your distraught. Disappointed but then comes along another fmc in the bonus. A female character you actually like, over elain. Ofc you’re going to use that as a way to ship her w Az instead of accepting the obvious. Elain & Az are endgame. Poor Gwyn is simply a self-insert as well as the “better” option for Azriel as she is more widely liked. Her whole interaction w Azriel has been so inflated that when you look at it with unbiased lens, you just find it silly.

How many times have we been told that the shadows love gwyn? That they’re so playful with her? That they performed an entire salsa with Gwyn? Going off this alone, it seems so romantic right? Yet when you actually read the scene,

“Her breath curled in front of her mouth, one of his shadows darted out to dance with it before twirling back to him. As thought it had heard some silent music”

How disappointing is that scene compared to the way Gwynriels promote it? The shadows aren’t given any emotions. There is no way to tell they’re being playful. Its not even plural, it was one shadow that danced with gwyns breath. It can’t just be me finding this so unbelievably plain.

Then you get told by gwynriels that Gwyn and Az bantered! They had a simple conversation in which Gwyn herself couldnt care less + Azriel actively was trying to be polite. “Gwyn allows Az to open up so much! We find out he sings” im being honest- if you made it this far not knowing Azriel is a singer despite it being in the literal name, shadowsinger, thats just you being odd. Can’t forget the kicker - “The image sparkkng in his chest, where it glowed quietly”.

But you know what? This could have just been an amusing crackship. Yet, its when antis come for elriel with their stupid takes that get you annoyed especially when its just mischaracterising Elain and Az purposely. THAT becomes bothersome. EL and GA stans have turned Azriel into a toxic, possessive incel that needs to be isolated in therapy away from all women - excluding Gwyn, ofc, gwynnie is the ONLY one that can help him through his disturbing issues bcs Gwynnie is just the best. She will make him realise how foolish he was being over Elain. How his feelings - Az questioning his belief, religion and system, being ready to fight a BD for her, wanting to beg on his knees for Elain were simply a front bcs he didn’t want to admit he’s falling in love w his little gwynnie poo.

Elain? She’s just confused. She doesn’t know what she wants. She’s in denial, Elain can’t handle how badly she wants Lucien, she’s trying to push it all down. You know whats the funniest? Eluciens yap day and night about how toxic Az & the IC are for infantilizing Elain yet the little hypocrites do the exact same thing when it comes to Elains character. Or they apparently need her pov to know how she truly feels about Lucien bcs Elain losing her boldness and saying verbally - she doesn’t want a mate, is not enough.

. They have to make elriel toxic bcs thats the only way their ships can happen. Its not possible otherwise.

As you said, elriels dont need the bonus. The ship is more then canon within the books, the bonus simply gives more insight into Azriels character in acosf, but gwynriel? The bonus is their entire foundation. Without it they have nothing aside some out of context scenes. For eluciens? They need the bonus to back up their whole “elriel is toxic agenda”.

Keep on shipping elriel, anon. You’re shipping a couple that have had genuine interest in each other, that have had multiple scenes developing them from Azriel figuring out elain is a seer when only her her mate was suppose to figure it out, too Nesta noticing a charged glance. From Azriel staying up late at night talking to Elain too Elain gifting him a personalised headache powder. Elucien & gwynriel have absolutely nothing when compared too elriel. Im sorry, but Az chuckling bcs of Gwyn isn’t compared too when Elain made him laugh so joyously it cleared the shadows from his eyes. Elain, who mentioned nothing when Lucien showed up hurt - went out of her way to make Azriel a headache powder to help him feel better.

people would ship Az with anyone. They’re that desperate for another Li aside from Elain. I can guarantee you, if there was another fmc Az had interacted with, gwynriels would split so damn fast - kind of like what happened when Bryce and Az interacted. Antis were so desperate - they shipped Az and emerie in acofas calling Elriels toxic for not succumbing to the likeliness of that ship. Its a cycle. Fandom hates certain character in a ship, looks for alternative ship, ships them, ship sinks and fails then they have to accept the ship they hated sm. Cycle continues.

Didn’t you know anon? Since Gwyn has a second name and her heritage is known- it immediately means she is now THE most important character especially over Elain. Whose an archeron. The family the spinoffs are about. But that doesn’t matter. Gwyn does not follow the typical fmc pattern sjm has laid out, she isn’t a main character anytime soon. Her stans love saying she is due to her appearance in the bonus but elain also appeared in Azriels AND Feysands bonus. Going by their own logic, Elain is the next fmc. Gwyn was a lovely character in acosf, but she isn’t set to be a main character. Elain was. Gwyn was created for Nesta, she’s Nesta’s bestie. Almost eveything about Gwyn, is linked to Nesta. We have now had Nesta’s story,therefore Gwyn has served her main purpose.

Even gwynriels know that gwyn isn’t an important character as of now bcs she has no ties to the IC. She hasn’t met Feyre, the Main character and sjms biggest voice in the series. Gwyn and Rhys aren’t buddies. He will be a Hl to her. She is simply Nestas friend. Nothing more.

I used to like her character but gwynriels and her stans kept on shoving her down my throat yapping about how awesome & great she is compared to Elain, who was boring. Her stans hated elain so much, bringing her down whilst uplifting Gwyn that I now just can’t stand Gwyn. I haven’t reread acosf bcs I don’t want to go through any gwyn scenes. I dont interact w Gwyn content either. I viewed Gwyn the same way you did. She was a side character to Nestas story. She was great, but didnt stick out to me.

As sad as it sounds, the only reason so many people are obsessed with Gwyn is Bcs they’ve potrayed her as another Li for Azriel. Otherwise, she would have been treated the same way Emerie has been treated. As a side character.

Just to end off: Anon, Gwynriels and Eluciens make themselves look foolish when they claim elriel aren’t romantic or obvious. How am I suppose to take their ships seriously when they can’t even acknowledge elriels’ foreshadowing and romance clearly displayed in the books? If you’re claiming you saw absolutely nothing going on between elriel - but gwynriel were so obvious to you - then thats just embarrassing for you. It’s clear that there’s some denial going on.

[yanderesimp2000]

alastor ships part 1 charlastor

written by a friend because and he gave it to me so shout out to Ramazan also you owe me 200 Manat

(CANT FIND ARTIST)

ALSO IM DOING A LOTTERY I WILL RANDOMLY PICK A FOLLOWER BY USING A RANDOM NUMBER GENERATOR AND SCROLLING THAT NUMBER OF TIMES SO IF YOU WANNA ENTER FOLLOW PREEXISTING FOLLOWERS ARE ALREADY INCLUDED DEADLINE IS OCT 18TH 2024

The streets of Hell were never quiet, but tonight there was a kind of serenity, a strange calm that had settled over the chaos. The red glow of the underworld's sky cast a warm light over the towering buildings, the jagged silhouettes of demonic architecture reflecting against the fiery horizon. Within the hotel—Hazbin Hotel—things were different, quieter, though there was still an underlying tension that never seemed to leave. It was a hotel meant to reform sinners, after all, not a sanctuary of peace.

In the heart of the hotel, Alastor, the Radio Demon, leaned against the grand piano, his fingers lazily dancing over the keys. A crooked smile tugged at his lips, but his crimson eyes were focused on the figure sitting on the couch across from him—Charlie, the princess of Hell. She was sprawled out, her blonde hair cascading in waves, and her bright, hopeful eyes seemed to dull in thought. It was rare for her to be anything but optimistic, and the fact that she wasn’t smiling filled the air between them with a thick tension.

The relationship between Alastor and Charlie was not one that anyone had expected, let alone understood. Alastor was a notorious overlord, a demon with a penchant for chaos, who delighted in manipulating others and watching Hell burn. Charlie, on the other hand, was the very opposite—bright, hopeful, always searching for redemption for others. She believed, perhaps foolishly, that even the worst of sinners could be saved. Somehow, their contrasting natures had drawn them together in a strange, unexpected dance.

Alastor's smile never faltered as he watched her, his eyes narrowing in curiosity. "Darling," he said, his voice as smooth as honey but tinged with something darker, "what seems to be on that precious mind of yours?"

Charlie blinked, snapping out of her trance, and glanced at him. A soft smile pulled at her lips, though it didn’t reach her eyes. "Oh, it’s nothing, Alastor. Just...thinking."

He raised a brow, amusement clear in his expression. "Thinking? In Hell? My dear, that’s dangerous. What could possibly have you so preoccupied?"

Charlie sighed and sat up, crossing her legs underneath her. Her gaze wandered out the window, looking at the flames that licked the sky in the distance. “It’s just...I don’t know if I’m doing the right thing anymore,” she admitted softly. “The hotel, trying to help all these lost souls... What if it’s all pointless?”

Alastor's smile faded for the briefest of moments before returning, though this time it was less playful. He stood up from the piano and crossed the room, moving with his usual eerie grace, until he was standing in front of her. He knelt down, so they were at eye level, and cupped her chin with his gloved hand, tilting her face to meet his gaze.

"My dear Charlie," he began, his voice low and rich, "you've always known that this little...project of yours was a gamble. But you're not one to shy away from the impossible. In fact, I daresay that's part of what I find so...enthralling about you."

Charlie blushed, her heart fluttering in her chest. She could never quite tell when Alastor was being sincere or simply toying with her emotions. But in this moment, his words felt genuine, even if they were wrapped in his usual charm.

She reached up, placing her hand over his. "Do you really think it’s possible?" she asked softly. "That I can actually help people here?"

Alastor chuckled, a sound that sent shivers down her spine. "I think anything is possible, my dear. But whether or not you succeed—well, that’s entirely up to you." His crimson eyes glittered with something dangerous, something seductive. "You have the passion, the drive, but this is Hell, after all. You can’t change it without getting your hands dirty."

Charlie frowned slightly. “I don’t want to become like the others here, Alastor. I want to do this my way.”

“And I wouldn’t expect anything less,” he said, his tone laced with amusement. He stood up, pulling her to her feet with him. “But that doesn’t mean you can’t...bend the rules a little, does it?”

Charlie hesitated. She had always tried to maintain her ideals, to stay true to her vision of redemption. But Alastor’s words stirred something inside her, a part of her that wondered if she had been too naïve. Could she really bring about change in Hell without becoming a part of it?

Alastor, ever observant, saw the conflict in her eyes. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close, and leaned down to whisper in her ear. "You know, darling, there’s nothing wrong with a little darkness. After all, it's what makes life—or death, in our case—so...entertaining."

She shivered at his touch, at the way his voice sent chills down her spine, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she rested her head against his chest, listening to the rhythmic hum that always seemed to accompany his presence. Despite everything—despite his manipulative nature, despite the fact that he reveled in chaos—she found comfort in his arms.

“I don’t know if I’m strong enough,” she murmured. “To do what needs to be done.”

Alastor chuckled softly, stroking her hair. "Oh, but you are strong, my dear. Stronger than you know. And if you ever doubt that strength, well..." He pulled back slightly to look at her, his smile sharp, but his eyes softening ever so slightly. "You have me by your side, don't you?"

Charlie gazed up at him, her heart swelling with emotion. She knew that Alastor was dangerous, that his affection for her came with its own set of risks. But in this moment, she didn’t care. She nodded, a small smile tugging at her lips. "Yeah... I do."

He leaned down and kissed her, his lips soft against hers, yet there was always a hint of darkness in his touch, a reminder of who he was. But Charlie had come to accept that part of him, just as she had come to accept the darkness within herself.

When they pulled apart, Alastor's grin was wide, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Now, my dear, enough of this melancholic musing. What do you say we take a little break from all this...redemption nonsense and have a bit of fun?"

Charlie raised an eyebrow, her smile returning in full force. "Fun? What kind of fun?"

Alastor twirled her around, making her laugh, before pulling her close again. "Oh, I’m sure we can think of something. After all, Hell is full of...opportunities for entertainment."

She giggled, her earlier worries fading as she leaned into him. “Alright, Mr. Radio Demon. Lead the way.”

And so, with a flick of his hand, the shadows around them seemed to shift, bending to Alastor’s will as they disappeared from the room, leaving the quiet of the hotel behind.

As they stepped out into the chaotic streets of Hell, hand in hand, Charlie realized that, despite the odds, despite the uncertainty of her mission, there was one thing she was sure of—she didn’t have to face it alone.

And in Hell, that was enough.

[the-roo-too]

do you write for blackpink? if you do then can i request for jennie fluff alphabet ❤️🫰🏻- 🌸

i write for nmixx, nwjns and le sserafim, tho i can take requests for other girl groups! if i’m familiar with the idol, they’ll be put under the ‘others’ part of my masterlist :D

just like the jimin fic

candy -> jennie ruby jane ver

aka the fluff alphabet

admiration (what does she absolutely adore about you)- being with someone like jennie in the industry like this is hard, so she definitely admires the fact that you still decided to stick with her! waking up with you in her arms just makes her go all soft :((

body (what’s her favourite body part of yours)- your neck 👹 for neck kisses ofc, very affectionate 🥸

cuddling (how she likes to cuddle)- jennie really likes cuddling when one of you is sitting on the other’s lap 🤭 it just feels so secure and private yk?

dates (what’s her ideal date)- deffo a secured place, maybe a picnic somewhere? jennie prefers domestic dates 😌

emotions (how does she express her emotions around you)- she feels like you’re the one person who won’t ever judge her, so she expresses what she feels always, be it verbally or just by her behaviour 🧍‍♀️

family (does she want one)- definitely does, but not right now, not while she’s a big public person 🥶 jennie will probably want to have a lil family with you in a couple years time tho! 🫶

holding hands (does she like to hold hands)- yesss 🤭 i’ll talk about it later, but holding hands makes her feel calm! 🤝

injuries (what would she do if you got hurt)- ma girl jennie goes l i v i d 👹 she will burn the cause of your pain with her bare hands, im not even joking

jokes (does she like to joke around)- a bit? it’s normal for her to be slightly playful, but jennie isn’t the type to tease you all day or something. she’s just chill

kisses (how does she like to kiss you)- i already mentioned that, but neck kisses! loves them like 🤭🤭 they are very soft tho, it’s not a sexual thing, just casually planting a lil smooch on the side of your neck <33

love (what’s her love language)- jennie is filthy rich, her love language is definitely gift giving! you could wake up on a random day and there’s just a very expensive bag or new perfumes sitting on your nightstand with a little note ‘thought this was cute, have a good day love!’

memory (what’s her favourite memory together)- sneaking out to get snacks at 3 am 🤭 it was during your movie night on your 6 months anniversary and the memory is just very dear to her <33

nighttime (how does sleeping with her look like)- it’s not about sleeping directly, but jennie is big on skincare routines before bed! she posts cute photos of you two wearing face moisturising masks on her secret spam account

oddity (what’s a quirky thing about her)- acting like a grownup one second and then using baby voice on you is pretty quirky 💔

pet names (what does she like to call you)- i’m sorry but she isn’t creative in that field 💀 ‘love’, ‘honey’ yk the usual ones. not really anything out of ordinary

quality time (how does she like to spend time with you)- jennie LOVES to spill to you all the tea she has on famous people 😭 that’s her favourite part time activity tbh

rush (does she rush into things)- absolutely not, jennie has everything planned out with you. dates, outings with friends, she likes to keep things under control

secrets (how open is she with you)- in her field of work, she needs to keep some stuff to herself. i feel like jennie doesn’t like not being honest to you, so she tries to avoid topics she can’t talk about

time (how long did it take for her to confess)- 3 moths 🥶 she was scared you wouldn’t like her back! who wouldn’t like her back tho but she took you on a cute lil friendly date to the park and very shyly confessed her luv for you :((

upset (what’s her reaction when you’re upset)- she does that goofy baby voice idk if you know what i’m talking about 😭 but jennie like coaxes out of you what’s wrong :((

visibility (is she afraid of the public opinion)- i’m sorry but yes 😭 we’re talking about jennie, there’s a 50/50 chance the public would skin you both for existing so 💔 she’s actually more scared that people would attack you if the two of you did actually come out :((

warrior (how often do you fight)- jennie is a busy person and while you don’t fight too often, it does annoy you when she misses a date or comes home late and just lays down in bed. you’re very understating tho :(( so even if a argument does appear, you quickly try to resolve it

x-ray (is she able to read you)- let’s be honest, jennie knows you better than you know yourself. she knows all your needs and can read your emotions pretty well, she’s a true one 💪

yes (how would she propose to you)- balloons everywhere, lights! both your families are present, your friends, a suspiciously expensive photographer and all that stuff. when jennie does propose to you, she does it in the flashiest way possible 😌✨

zen (what makes her feel calm)- holding hands 🤭 it kinda grounds her, reminds her you’re there with her and she’s not alone! <3

part of [the fluff series]

[woahrarepairsagemare]

plaguebow 1990s au angst i thought of while i was having an episode

I remember the first day I ended up in her care , it was really embarrassing for me , considering I was supposed to be that journalist who got away with everything .

I mean , guess they could call me that , i didn't do anything this time yet that rockstar tried to blow my brains out with her bat .

that .. doctor .. who I find so endearing .

She laughed away my case instead of treating it like a serious matter , and it had made me a little annoyed at first ..

but maybe that was what started this attraction to her .

Her laidback personality , her hedonistic tendencies , her curious lisp and southern accent .. and her humor ..

I just couldn't find her annoying no matter how hard I tried .

It's safe to say I healed much faster than I should've when I was under her care .

When the time came for me to be discharged , she laughed at my slightly disappointed face .

' You look like a dying duck , you want me that badly ? Glad you didn't stay or else I would've done some .. medical malpractice ;) '

I remember my face going redder than a tomato , causing her to giggle and give me a friendly slap on the wrist , before she pushed me out the doors to where storm was waiting for me .

I still couldn't resume to being a journalist , I still had appointments , and thankfully they all happened to be with her .

It was embarrassing how it was in that first appointment that I had learned her name .

' Wisteria's what they call me ! Though they know me simply as plague . '

An odd name for a doctor I figured , yet I loved it , it suited her .

The appointments had become everything for me in my life , over those checkups we giggled like little girls , which neither of us had been able to be .

It was like a break from reality .

She brought out the emotions in me no one had bothered to find .

we even begun calling them our little dates , though she often mocked the name in a playful manner .

' what would the others say if our relationship was anything but professional ? '

I smiled and shook my head , but I yearned for it to be true .

And here I am , still yearning ,

as I picked up the receiver , making the last few calls i'd ever make to my loved ones

and made feeble excuses for why i'd not be able to come for any arrangements i had made with them .

As I hung up on Sage , trying to savor her soft words , i felt the gun being pressed into the back of my head .

'are you done yet ? gods , i hate your pathetic voice . '

Nightmare spat those words out at me , and I was about to say no .

and then I remembered the love of my life , and realized that she too should hear my words .

I let out a small groan and bowed my head down .

' one more , please . Just one last call . '

I knew she was tired but she let me have my way ,

which not before she contented her self with a small slap to my head .

trying to stop the tears from rolling down my face , I dialed my beloved Plague .

' Dr. Wisteria speaking , which patient or future patient am I speaking to ? '

that lovely voice soothed my nerves , reducing my fear of death

' Hey Plague- its me , Rainbow , remember ? '

I heard those giggles come out of her mouth again as she replied with that playful tune .

' of course i do ! youre my favorite patient and- dont mind me .. my favorite playdate , after all ! '

I blushed , before the gun was pressed harder into my head .

' hurry up , I dont want to hear your sappy conversation with her for too long . '

I secretly rolled my eyes before I continued to tlak to her .

' yeah , im afraid I wont be able to come to our next appointment , things are a little rough for me right now so .. I'll show up for the others though , probably . '

she sighed in mock annoyance and giggled , causing a bit of disruption down the line .

' whats the point in having me as your doctor if you cant come for our little date ? im VERY high maintenance you know .. '

I smiled before I heard that horrid countdown .

' .. 25 , 24 , 23 .. '

I panicked and quickly said my goodbyes .

' hey plague im kinda busy right now so i'll talk to you later , kay ? '

she paused as she noticed the barely concealed terror .

' dear rainbow , whats wrong ? surely the- .. '

she couldnt say more as the receiver fell out of my hand . I was slammed against the wall of the telephone booth , my face buried in the wall .

I trembled as I heard the panicked words down the line

' Rainbow ? Rainbow whats wrong ? Has something happened ? '

I wish I could respond , but how could ? I didnt even have the energy to yell or whimper , as Nightmare stamped on my hand with hatred . positioning the gun just below my chin .

' youve wasted enough damn time , now say your final words before you die a silent death . '

plague .. no .. she heard those words and panicked more . Why- why ?

I trembled as I heard those words , they sounded like static in the back of my mind .

' NO ! WHAT ARE YOU DOING ?! LET RAINBOW GO ! YOU CANT KILL A FUCKING JOURNALIST ?! '

I turned around so that my back was against the wall and tried to tell her to calm down , but all that came out of throat was a whimper as the gun was pushed further up my chin .

' any . last . words ? '

she asked in that horrible fucking tone .

I sighed and look up at the red ceiling of the telephone booth .

' Plague my darling .. I love you . '

I closed my eyes as NIghtmare flicked the safety off .

Plague broke down into tears at the other end .

' RAINBOW , NO ! '

BANG - !