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luversgirl · 2 years ago

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TO BE SO LONELY, rafe cameron

summary: after all the pogues forget the youngest roguelege girl’s birthday she goes to the beach only to see someone she never expected remembered her special day.

notes: here’s me randomly dropping this since i’ve been lurking lately

warnings: y/n kinda maybe being dramatic?

“GOOD morning” y/n smiled as she watched her older brother walk into the kitchen.

“uh huh” john mumbled as she walked past the girl barely agnolaging her precise.

“where are you going?” the girl asked as the boy slip his shoes on and grabbed is keys from the counter.

“i’m gonna pick up jj and meet kiara and pope at the beach”

“what about me?” y/n looked at her brother as he opened the front door.

“um…” john b turned his head to look at his little sister “you can just chill here” he spoke before walking out of the chatue leaving the girl there alone not even giving her time to reply.

“happy birthday to me”

after texting the rest of the pogues to see if they remembered the girl’s birthday or even wanted to hangout, but of course they all forgot and didn’t seem to even want to be around her.

sighing, y/n placed her phone face down in the purple beach towel he was sitting on and brought her knees to her chest.

y/n was never one of those self centered people who expected all the attention on her she was just hoping to have a nice birthday seeing as it was the first one without her father, big john.

ever since he’d gone missing y/n watched her brother drifting farther and father away from her taking their, or dare she say his friends now.

leaving her alone.

as the girl stared off into the distance rafe cameron stood not to far from her wondering why she was sitting alone on her birthday.

“y/n” the familiar voice of the kook king came from behind the girl.

she quickly wiped her tears and turned to look up at him from her spot.

“rafe, please don’t start you’re shit just leav-“

“i wasn’t gonna start anything” rafe walked towards her up to the point where he was still standing but by her side.

“what are you doing?“ y/n asked as she watched the cameron boy sit beside her in the same position, knees to his chest.

“i’m sitting with you on you’re birthday”

the rougtledge girl instantly wiped her head to look at rafe in shock.

“h- how did you…”

“i remembered from last year” he said making a small smile make its way onto y/n’s face “it’s still the same day, yeah?” rafe joked making y/n giggled for the first time that day.

“yeah” she spoke through her light giggle making rafe smile.

“good, good” rafe looked at y/n as she looked at the scene in front of them “so.. where’s your little pogue friends?” rafe watched as the small smile on her face disappeared.

“um they went… out” y/n spoke as her smile dropped as she turned her head to looking back at the water.

“i think you’re lying” he stated arms wrapped around his knees closer as they touched his chest.

y/n sighed giving in “they, uh forgot”.

“what do you mean they forgot?” rafe ferwwod his eyebrows as he quickly turned his head to look at the girl.

“i think you know what i mean rafe” y/n chuckled lightly looking at him.

“how could they just forget? i mea-“

“rafe” y/n stopped him in his rant.

“no y/n, their you’re friends they should remember you’re birthday, even you remembered my birthday and i’m well uh…” rafe trailed off.

“…not the nicest person?” y/n spoke slowly hoping not to offend rafe since she didn’t have anyone else to talk too.

rafe reached his hand up scratching the back of his neck “yeah”.

“well not that this wasn’t the most awkward thing in the world…” y/n trailed off as she started to get up.

“wait!” rafe quickly exclaimed standing up as y/n did “do uh, maybe want a ride?” the cameron boy spoke.

“that would be great actually” y/n smiled at rafe making him grin and look down “my bikes over here” rafe and the girl started walking to his car.

“where did she go?” john b questioned for the 30th time in the same hour as him and the rest of the pogues sat in the chatue.

“john b don’t worry about it, i’m sure she’s with some other friends” jj spoke as he sat on one of the three couches in the sun room smoking a joint.

“yeah i mean she’s probably just hanging out with some other friends or something and forgot to text” sarah said as she sat beside john b.

“do her friends include rafe?” pope spoke up sitting up from beside jj looking past john b and sarah.

the rest of the group turned to look in to same direction as pope only to see y/n leaning against rafe’s dirt bike holding a bag from a boutique sarah recognized as he looked at her like she was the only girl in the universe.

“oh fuck no” john b muttered before jumping off the couch with the pogues following along “get away from my sister rafe!” he yelled at the standing pair.

y/n quickly turned away from rafe and to her brother annoyed at his loud antics and decided to give him and the pogues a piece of her mind.

“fuck off john b!” she yelled back walking towards the group with rafe filling beside her.

“you got this?” rafe muttered into y/n’s ear as they walked over close together.

y/n turned to look at him and nodded then slipping her hand into his making him grin.

“what the hell!” jj yelled as the group and y/n met along with rafe.

“what are you doing!? y/n that’s rafe!” kiara yelled at the girl confused and angry at her.

“yeah no shit kie!” y/n yelled back surprising the group with the out burst seeing as they’ve never seen her like that before.

“y/n, do you not remember what he’s done to us?!” pope yelled very angry with his younger sister.

“actually i remember what he’s done to you and honestly why should i care?!” the girl yelled back at pogues now angry with her as well as rafe.

“he’s literally the scum of the earth!” jj yelled making y/n squeeze rafe’s hand.

“well you know at least he can remember someone’s birthday!” y/n finally burst as she stared to tear up.

“someones birthday why does tha-“ john b started to yell.

“yeah, john b someone’s birthday. it’s not like they celebrate every single one their friends birthdays and spend ours panning partys for them and working triple shifts to get the money to buy them gifts!” the girl yelled not holding back.

“y/n we-“

“save it jj” y/n spoke not bothering to raise her voice.

“i do everything for you guys, i cook, i clean and i even do all you’re fucking laundry but now i’m done” y/n finished as salty trail made their way down her face.

seeing the girl in front of him, rafe lightly tugged on y/ns hand silently asking if she wanted to leave.

the roughtled girl accepted his offer turning way from the people she thought were her friends walking over the rafe’s bike and leaving with a single one of them stopping her.

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gibsongirled · 1 month ago

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HOME !!

description: you decided to visit schlatt in new york.

a/n: still kinda on hiatus, but i didn't want to leave yall hanging 😔 another fic's coming some time in december, trust 🙏

You hated rain in New York.

But you couldn’t complain too much when you were only visiting for a week. The rain had started when you landed. Intense splashes against the airport windows made you frown as the sky above darkened and thunder crackled in the distance, causing you to let out a sigh as you hailed for a taxi. You concluded after multiple visits to the city that the weather in New York was bipolar to say the least. Time Square was cool and the pizza was cool too. You had hoped to say the weather was cool like the rest of the things you listed off, but it was not.

Your shoes and jacket were wet by the time you clobbered up the stairs in his apartment building, your hair had managed to survive, but it was still damp in some places. One hand pulled your suitcase up on the stairs as you shook your umbrella, rain droplets coating the steps. Once in a while, you’d stick by the wall like a fly, letting people pass you by. Apartments in New York were the size of a shoebox and you shuddered to think about the rent - no way someone could afford to live here. People in the Big Apple either had family money or they sold crack on the streets, that’s what you remembered someone talking about it on some social media platform. You couldn’t keep up with the amount of sites that had popped up in the recent years. You only ever managed to circle through four apps and even then they were too much. (You logged out of Twitter each time you tweeted because what the fuck was that damn app on?)

You knocked on the door, letting your hand fall back down to your side as you waited a few seconds. Usually, your spur of the moment, impulsive ideas tend to backfire on you - like when you decided to surprise your family for Thanksgiving, only to find out that everyone was out of town and your key didn’t work - you had forgotten that the front door was replaced after your brother accidentally kicked it in. Your mother still tells that story to anyone who was willing to listen, and you just kept sliding down in your seat in a fit of embarrassment, hoping that God would make you disappear. You could hear some cursing and loud clattering on the other side of the door, causing you to a face as you questioned what was going on in there.

The doorknob rattled and the door swung open, making Schlatt blink in confusion as he looked at you like you’ve grown multiple heads in the span of a five hour flight from LA to New York. He said your name and you nodded, he blinked and said it again - to which you nodded again. His confusion was justified as you were supposed to be in LA and not in New York. And definitely not in front of his apartment looking like a soaked cat.

“So, you gonna let me in?” You started, running a hand through your damp hair. “The rain outside is terrible, I don’t even know how you-” Your almost rant was cut off by Schlatt closing the door in your face. Uhm okay then, wow. You were going to be offended, but he opened the door once again, having the realization that you standing in front of his apartment wasn’t a figment of his imagination. He should probably get more sleep.

“Sorry,” Schlatt sheepishly mumbled, rubbing his eyes with the palm of his hand, looking tired. Jambo and Soup meowed loudly behind him, making you laugh while he grumbled. “You’re supposed to be in LA,” he said once he ushered you into the apartment, dragging your suitcase along the floor, making the cats jump around as they sniffed and pawed at the suitcase, trying to figure out what it was.

“I finished the thing early,” you closed the door with a small click, “thought I’d surprise you.”

Schlatt let out a laugh, “Yeah, you definitely surprised me. Coulda sworn I was hallucinatin’ for a sec there.”

“I missed you,” you told him as the two of you stood together in the living room, the city outside now dark with lights turning on.

He pressed a kiss to your forehead, mumbling. “I missed you too.”

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kinzhae · 1 month ago

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✦•┈๑⋅⋯Marriage Of Steel ⋯⋅๑┈•✦

In a world where power and family ties define one's worth, [Y/N], a strong-willed woman from a neglected jujutsu clan, is married off to the aloof and powerful Satoru Gojo. Alone in a lavish yet cold estate, she struggles to find her footing as she faces both the isolation of her marriage and the whispers of disrespect from those around her. Determined not to be overshadowed, [Y/N] fights to assert herself in a world that expects her to be docile, all while grappling with her growing feelings for a husband who remains distant and emotionally unreachable. -Historical Au!

This is a Gojo x Fem!Reader series, I have posted this on wattpad already if you guys want to read it here is the link. This is a historical au! This series will be written by reader's POV. Hope you all enjoy :)

Chapter 1

Morning sunlight filtered through the thin silk curtains, casting a soft glow over the spacious room. I lay still in bed, staring up at the intricately carved ceiling, my thoughts an unrelenting spiral.

How did I end up here?

The events of the past two weeks felt surreal, like I’d been swept into a current I couldn’t escape. An arranged marriage to the renowned Satoru Gojo of all people—the prodigy of the Gojo clan, with more influence and power than most could ever dream of. I was no stranger to responsibility or duty; my own clan had drilled it into me since birth. But nothing had prepared me for this.

For being a wife.

For being alone.

The estate was grand, more luxurious than anything I’d known, yet it felt hollow. Its vast halls and pristine gardens were unfamiliar, filled with people who barely acknowledged me—or worse, whispered behind my back. And then there was Satoru, my husband in name only. He was rarely here, always consumed by his duties or disappearing for reasons he never cared to explain.

I exhaled sharply and sat up, pushing the blankets aside. If I stayed in this bed any longer, I’d suffocate on my own frustration.

Dressed and ready for the day, I stepped into the halls, my footsteps echoing against the polished floors. I had no destination in mind, only a need to move, to shake off the weight pressing on my chest.

As I passed the sitting room, the sound of hushed voices caught my attention. I paused, listening.

“She doesn’t belong here,” a voice said, sharp and derisive.

My jaw clenched.

“She’s not fit to be the lady of this house,” the maid continued. “Walking around like she owns the place. I could do her job better than she ever could.”

“Be quiet,” another maid urged, her tone nervous. “If anyone hears you—”

“So what? It’s the truth.”

My hand tightened around the edge of the doorframe. I stepped inside deliberately, my presence cutting the conversation short. The maids froze, their faces draining of color.

“Don’t stop on my account,” I said, my voice cold. “Please, continue.”

The bold one opened her mouth, likely to deny everything, but I raised a hand to silence her.

“You think you can disrespect me in my own house?” I demanded, my tone sharp enough to make her flinch. “Do you think your position here gives you that right?”

The other maids glanced at one another, panic clear in their eyes, but the offending maid stood rooted to the spot, her face pale but defiant.

“I’ll teach you to know your place,” I said, my anger boiling over. “You—fetch me a stick. A small, sturdy one.”

The maid hesitated, but my glare sent her scurrying.

I held the stick tightly, glaring down at the maid who’d insulted me. “Hold out your hand,” I ordered.

She hesitated, trembling slightly, but didn’t move. My grip on the stick tightened. “Do it. Now.”

“Enough.”

The single word sliced through the air like a blade, its quiet authority freezing me in place. I turned sharply to see Satoru standing in the doorway, his expression unreadable. His butler stood just behind him, silent and composed.

“What’s going on here?” Satoru asked, his eyes flicking from me to the maid and back again.

“She insulted me,” I said firmly, lifting my chin. “I’m teaching her a lesson.”

His gaze dropped to the stick in my hand. Slowly, he approached, his footsteps measured. Without a word, he plucked the stick from my grasp, his fingers brushing against mine for the briefest moment.

“That’s enough,” he said quietly, turning his attention to the maid. “You’re dismissed. Permanently.”

The maid paled further, tears welling in her eyes as she stammered apologies. Satoru’s butler stepped forward, escorting her from the room.

“What do you think you’re doing?” I demanded once the room was empty, my anger rekindling.

“I could ask you the same thing,” Satoru replied, his tone infuriatingly calm. “You don’t need to resort to... this.”

“She disrespected me,” I shot back. “I won’t let anyone treat me like I’m beneath them.”

“Respect is earned, not forced,” he said.

“Spare me the lecture,” I snapped. “You’re barely here, and when you are, you act like I don’t exist. Don’t pretend you care how I’m treated.”

His expression didn’t change, but I thought I saw a flicker of something in his eyes—irritation, perhaps. Or guilt.

“Do what you want,” he said after a moment, turning to leave. “Just don’t cause a scandal.”

The confrontation left a bitter taste in my mouth. I stormed back to my quarters, my anger simmering beneath the surface.

“Emiko,” I called, summoning my new maid. She appeared quickly, her kind face a small comfort.

“Yes, milady?”

“We’re going out,” I announced, not bothering to mask my irritation. “Prepare the carriage.”

Emiko hesitated but nodded. As she adjusted my hair and straightened my clothes, her quiet presence calmed me slightly.

“Are you alright, milady?” she asked softly.

I glanced at her, startled by the question. “I’m fine,” I said curtly, then softened. “Thank you, Emiko.”

As the carriage pulled up to the estate gates, Satoru appeared on horseback, his arrival as inconvenient as it was imposing.

“And where are you going?” he asked, dismounting with practiced ease.

“Shopping,” I replied shortly, climbing into the carriage.

“With no escort?”

I bristled. “I don’t need an escort. I can protect myself.”

“You’re strong, I’ll give you that,” he said, his tone maddeningly casual. “But strength doesn’t mean you’re invincible.”

I crossed my arms. “I’m not a child, Satoru.”

“No, but you’re my wife,” he said simply. “And I won’t have anything happen to you.”

I glared at him, but his calm resolve didn’t waver. Finally, I sighed, relenting just enough to allow one of the guards to accompany me.

I grumbled as Emiko handed a note to the driver, and moments later, a young guard appeared, bowing stiffly before climbing up to sit with the driver.

“You gave in?” Emiko asked softly, settling beside me.

“Barely,” I muttered, crossing my arms. “Let him think he won this time. It’s not worth the argument.”

Emiko’s lips twitched, but she wisely said nothing.

As the carriage rolled forward, I glanced out the window, catching a fleeting glimpse of Satoru riding ahead, his figure disappearing into the crowded streets.

The ride was quite bumpy, Emiko kept talking about romance novels, everytime she mentions her favorite characters her eyes lit up and her speech got more faster. I also liked to read romance book's, at my own estate before I got married I used spent a lot of times reading books or cooking secretly.

My father and my mother were not in love, so growing up I didn't get any attention from both of them. My nanny was the one who always took care of me since I was a kid, she tought me to be polite, helpful and put people in their place if they deserved it. She also used to talk about "marriage, love, bounds." which is not a familiar words for me.

Nanny Miyako and her husband who worked as a chef in our estate was madly in love with each other, whenever she was taking care of me she would tell me about her sweet marriage and how she wanted a kid of their own but that was not possible yet she never complained about it and saw me as her own kid and raised me well.

My marriage with Gojo Clan's son, Gojo Satoru was not anything special. After the wedding he just simply disappeared for his 'mission' and ever since we barely saw eachother. The breakfasts and dinners were quiet since I eat by myself, when the maid's are busy I just walk around the big estate. I wasn't really fond of the maids, gojo and I were distant so they took a chance to gossip things about me behind my back like I didn't exist there.

"Milady, we arrived." Emiko got up and hopped off the carriage easily, I glanced outside before taking her hand and getting off the carriage.

The bustling streets enveloped us as Emiko and I wandered deeper into the marketplace. The vibrant energy of the crowd, combined with the enticing displays of goods, began to chip away at the irritation I’d carried all morning. The occasional clink of coins in my pouch reminded me that this outing was mine to control. Unlike at the estate, where every move felt scrutinized or dictated, here, I had a say.

We passed by a vendor selling bolts of exquisite fabric, their rich colors catching the sunlight. Emiko gasped, tugging gently at my sleeve.

“Milady, look at this!” She pointed to a deep crimson silk embroidered with gold threads. “This would make a stunning evening gown.”

I stepped closer, running my fingers over the smooth fabric. “How much for this one?” I asked the vendor.

“For you, my lady,” he said with a practiced smile, “five ryo.”

I raised a brow at the steep price. “Four, and I’ll take two yards,” I countered.

He hesitated, clearly torn between sealing the deal and holding out for more. Finally, he nodded. “Four ryo it is.”

Reaching into my pouch, I retrieved the coins and handed them over. The transaction felt satisfying, a small but significant reminder of my independence.

Emiko watched the exchange with wide eyes. “Milady, you’re so confident. I’ve never seen someone bargain so effortlessly.”

I smiled faintly. “If you don’t know the value of something, someone else will decide it for you. That’s a lesson I learned young.”

As the vendor wrapped the fabric, I felt the familiar prickling sensation of being watched again. Turning my head slightly, I caught sight of the guard still trailing us at a discreet distance. My fingers tightened around the pouch at my waist, irritation bubbling anew.

“Let’s keep moving,” I said, my tone clipped. Emiko followed without question, her cheerful demeanor softening the edges of my frustration.

The next shop we entered was filled with sparkling jewelry, the pieces displayed under soft candlelight to enhance their brilliance. My gaze fell on a delicate necklace adorned with a single emerald, its simplicity drawing me in.

“How much for this one?” I asked.

The jeweler hesitated, sizing me up before naming a price. I didn’t bother haggling this time, simply pulling the appropriate amount from my pouch. Emiko watched with admiration as I paid, her enthusiasm almost childlike as she admired the necklace.

“It’s beautiful, milady,” she said. “It suits you perfectly.”

I held it up, watching the light catch on the emerald. “Perhaps,” I murmured, slipping it into a small velvet pouch before tucking it away.

By the time we returned to the carriage, my pouch was significantly lighter, but my mood was brighter. Emiko chattered happily as we climbed inside, her hands carefully holding the wrapped fabric.

“Do you always carry your own money, milady?” she asked as the carriage started to move.

I glanced at her, amused by the question. “Of course. Why wouldn’t I?”

“Well,” she said hesitantly, “most ladies rely on their husbands to—”

I cut her off with a soft laugh, shaking my head. “Not me. My father may have treated me like a pawn, and my husband may not care enough to notice, but I’ll never rely on anyone to take care of me. If I want something, I’ll earn it—or pay for it myself.”

Emiko smiled, her admiration clear. “You’re unlike anyone I’ve ever served, milady. It’s... inspiring.”

Her words were a small comfort, a reassurance that even in a world where I often felt unseen.

✦•┈๑⋅⋯Chapter 2⋯⋅๑┈•✦

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cranberryjuice-posts · 11 months ago

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hiii want to say that i just met your blog and i obsessed with it!! i really love your writing. anddd i want to make a abby request, abby and reader are in college and abby is like super popular and when they start to date reader is called “abbys girl” all the time and get super flustered? i dont know if i express myself good, english is not my first language, sorry! hope u have a amazing day, xoxo <3

- Abby’s girl -

Pairings - modern au! Abby Anderson x Fem! Reader

An - this is kinda bad I’m sorry 😭😭 I wasn’t really sure what plot to write but I still appreciate the request.

Everybody was cheering. With only a minute left on the clock the Seattle wolves vrs the Jackson mustangs— one of the oldest lasting rivals on and off the court, were pushing one another around trying to keep Abby from making her shot.

The blonde dodged around trying to avoid the other team. Making it to the 3 point line she threw the ball. Going through the hoop the clock blared at the same time, the referees announced the wolves win making the home side scream with excitement.

Abby shouted happily, making eye contact with you she grinned. Making your way out of the stands was easier said then done.

Eventually getting to the locker room you walked towards Abby’s spot. One of her teammates walked past you taking a moment to say hi. “Shit It’s Abby’s girl, hey she’s just over there the girls are cheering for her”

You felt your face turn red, “oh thanks” with a smile you watched as she walked away before going towards the shouting. Being the girlfriend of the basketball team captain tended to help boost your own reputation. Most of them didn’t know your name only addressing you as ‘Abby’s girl’.

Was it your preferred way of being addressed… well no. But it wasn’t the end of the world, all it did really was embarrass you.

Setting your purse down by Abby’s duffel bag on the bench you watched as the girls other girls crowded around her, chanting Abby’s name while they all celebrated their big win which would now take them to state. You were and always will be Abby’s biggest supporter, no matter what you would never miss any of her games.

She instantly noticed your presence, breaking free abby quickly made her way to you. Grabbing you by the waist she pulled you into a messy kiss. It was full of adrenaline and not coordinated. Pulling back Abby kept her face close to yours. A few of the other girls on the team chuckled at the display making you blush. “Hey” abby flirted against your lips.

“Hi” You giggled “You did amazing out there.. I mean really I genuinely believe Your Gonna win this thing”

“And im Gonna do even better tonight” she continued her cocky streak, pressing your hips against hers.

You rolled your eyes finding her attempts at seduction funny. “Uh huh, I’m gonna wait for you outside ok” kissing her one more time you gasped as she grabbed your ass. You rolled your eyes as you pulled back, giving her a warning look as Abby remained on her high.

—

You sat down on a bench near by the exit. Pulling out your phone you started to scroll on Instagram, trying to decided what to make a post about. That and finding a new restaurant near by to take Abby to, just to celebrate her big win before she actually tried to get you pregnant.

“So your Abby’s girl huh?” A woman spoke. Looking up you were taken back by seeing Ellie Williams the Jackson mustangs team captain.

Confused you nodded “uh yeah..”

She just scoffed. “How the hell did she manage to pull you” standing up you grabbed your purse, Ellie knew you had been offended by what she said.

“First of all she didn’t pull anyone, how we got into a relationship was because she’s a good person and secondly” you looked her up and down “why are you even over here, your bus is on the other side of campus”

“Damn, I was just asking” she laughed crossing her arms “but seriously though Abby? Her being a good person, that’s total bullshit she’s anything but good, besides I can do anything she does”

“Except win a Game”

You could tell Ellie was starting to loose her patience. Why was she over by you, to hell if you knew. There was a tense silence between you both, before she could speak the back door opened.

Abby stood tall and strong as always only her former grin was replaced with a look of disgust. Getting up you walked over to her, kissing her cheek. “Williams”

“Anderson”

Both girls staring at each-other with a Look of hate, You had heard Time and time again the rivalry between the two schools and between their families. “Why are You over here, and better question why are you talking to my girl”

“Fuck dude nobody’s trying to fight Dina just forgot her bag inside I offered to come get it.” Ellie looked at one once again before gesturing her head to Abby. “Your Girl seems like a real catch, guess you got lucky”

“Guess i did” her response was harsh. At this point you were fed up with the conversation and dealing with Ellie. Grabbing Abby’s hand you pulled her away.

——

Sitting on Abby’s bed you laughed softly at watching her go on a rant. “And don’t get me started on Joel the sheer fucking audacity of that man! He punched my dad because he couldn’t help Ellie. I repeat he punched MY DAD— why are you laughing”

“Nothing Nothing its Just.. your really cute when you get mad” Abby flipped you off making you laugh once again. After a moment she sat down on the bed beside you, taking a calming breath she leaned over kissing you softly, slowly, sensually.. pulling back she gently squeezed your hand.

“What did I do to deserve you” she muttered.

“Not much but working out and getting buff and being blonde helped, you know the important shit” you gave her a charismatic smile

“Your not Funny”

“I’m hilarious”

#lesbian #wlw #abby anderson fluff #abby anderson tlou2 #abby headcanons #abby anderson x reader #abby the last of us #abby tlou #abby x reader #abby anderson #tlou fluff #tlou fanfiction #tlou2 #the last of us fanfiction #the last of us

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tikosblogg · 1 month ago

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Noah Sebastian…. Christmas cookies

Summary: you and Noah try making Christmas cookies.

Warning: none, fluff, playful banter, kissing.

Snowflakes danced softly beyond our apartment window, transforming the bustling city into a winter wonderland. The aroma of pine and cinnamon filled the air, mixing effortlessly with the sound of holiday music playing in the background. We’d decorated the tree yesterday, stringing lights and hanging ornaments that were an eclectic blend of both our lives. As I stood in the kitchen, hands on my hips, I felt a warm rush of excitement. Today, Noah and I were going to bake Christmas cookies.

Noah was my other half his brown hair tousled and thick tattoos snaking down his arms. He was a gentle giant with an infectious smile, one who could make anyone feel at ease. But when it came to baking, I wasn't sure his calm demeanor would last.

“You have the recipe, right?” he called from the dining table as he wiped icing off his fingers onto the back of his jeans. He grinned, revealing that charming smile I adored.

“It’s on my phone! I swear it has all the steps we need!” I retorted, trying to shove my phone into the pocket of my oversized Christmas sweater. It wasn’t working quite as seamlessly as I’d hoped, and I nearly dropped the device on the counter.

“Do I really need a recipe?” he teased, his brown eyes twinkling with mischief. “With the way you cook, it’s usually more of a ‘pinch of this, dash of that’ situation.”

“Hey! I’ll have you know, I’m a great cook!” I protested, crossing my arms over my floral-print apron. “Just follow my lead! Now, grab the flour from the shelf.”

Noah moved with an exaggerated elegance as he reached for the bag, standing at 6’3” to my shorter 5’2”. “How much do we need for the dough?” he asked, and I shouted the answer over my shoulder, already preoccupied with melting butter in the microwave.

“Two cups, but make sure you level it off!” I called out, laughing as he raised an eyebrow, skeptical of the instruction.

With a playful grin, he poured the fluffy white powder into a measuring cup but, as predicted, he disregarded the “leveling” instruction entirely. The flour billowed out like a white cloud, dusting the countertop and getting into the cracks of my carefully assembled Christmas decorations.

“Noah!” I shrieked, laughing as I whipped around. The proof of our culinary ambitions was everywhere. “You’ve turned our kitchen into a winter storm!”

“I didn’t know you’d be so offended by a little flour!” he grinned, his hands now dusted white, making him look like a playful ghost.

“If this was a baking competition, you would be sent home right now,” I stated, shaking my head in mock disapproval. “You’re making this a level in a video game I didn’t sign up for!”

He advanced towards me, flour still clinging to his cheeks, a playful smirk dancing on his lips. “Oh, really? Maybe a snowball fight is in order then!”

I had no time to react before he scooped a handful of flour and threw it at me. It landed squarely on my sweater, and for a brief moment, all I could do was stare, mouth agape.

“Did you just…?” I asked incredulously, the threat of laughter bubbling just beneath the surface.

“What? Can’t take a little friendly fire?” he shot back, lunging toward me, grabbing another handful.

And just like that, the kitchen turned into a whirlwind of flour and giggles. I returned fire, splattering flour all over his chest.

“Noah, you’re going to ruin our cookies!” I said between fits of laughter as I dipped my fingers into the flour, now all but masking our faces.

“Who needs cookies when we can have fun?” he replied, tackling me onto the couch, flour flying as we landed in a pile of laughter.

“Now look what you’ve done!” I said, grinning, realizing I’d lost sight of the baking mission. Flour scattered everywhere, and our once pristine kitchen was now a chaotic holiday battleground.

“Maybe we should just roll around in it like snow angels,” he suggested cheekily.

“You’re ridiculous!” I squealed, my cheeks flushed with both laughter and the unexpected thrill that always came when I was with him.

He paused and, for a moment, our laughter faded into an intoxicating silence. I felt the warmth of his body against mine, the soft linen of his shirt brushing against my cheek before I turned to meet his gaze. His brown eyes were bright and full of mischief, yet behind that playfulness was something deeper, a glint of desire that sent a shiver racing down my spine.

“Noah…” I whispered, breathless, caught up in the moment.

Without saying another word, he leaned down and captured my lips with his. The kiss was a beautiful collision, a mix of warmth and sweetness—an exchange that was both tender and wild, flour still twinkling in our hair like tiny stars from a forgotten Christmas.

Time seemed to freeze then, the outside world fading into oblivion as I melted against him, lost in the kiss. His hands found my waist, pulling me closer, and I could feel the beat of his heart beneath our shared mess.

When we finally parted, my breath was ragged. “We’re going to have to clean this up,” I said, glancing around the flour-dusted chaos of our kitchen.

He chuckled, the sound deep and reassuring. “After we finish the cookies, right?”

“Right,” I replied, smiling. “But let’s take a break first since we’re already this messy.”

“Deal,” he laughed. as we exchanged another soft, lingering kiss.

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loveanddeepspice · 2 months ago

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𝕋𝕖𝕞𝕡𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝔾𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕖

✞ synopsis: you've come back to the small town you grew up in for a visit. though your relationship with the catholic church and faith in general have been strained since you were younger, you find yourself drawn back to the church... or more specifically... the new priest... you aren't ready to share your secret sin with him... but you may not be able to help yourself.

✞ pairing: sylus x curvy fem!reader

✞ rating: 18+ (minors do not engage)

✞ cw: religion (catholicism), priest, lapsed faith, adultery, priest kink, suicidal mention, dead parent, sex, masturbation, drugs (marijuana), mentions of other drug use, drinking (more will be added when/if they arise)

✞ disclaimer: this fiction explores a romantic relationship between a lapsed Catholic and an unconventional priest. it is not designed to be inflammatory or critical. catholic authors were asked to participate in the process. we hope you enjoy it, but we know that these topics can be sensitive, so please skip this fiction if it will in any way offend you.

✞ chapter: 5 / ?

✞ co-authors: redbriony, confuseddoughnut (they do not have tumblr)

✞ ao3 link: here

✞ chapter synopsis: a series of risky decisions gets you into more than one kind of trouble.

✞ index: chapter 1 | chapter 2 | chapter 3 | chapter 4 | chapter 5

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The next few days were spent in the confines of your childhood home, your bed almost becoming your permanent address as you thought about that kiss. The kindness and how the words expressed resonated with you in a way you hadn’t felt in a long time. But more than anything, how the kissing Father Sylus had made you feel - the tenderness of it all. But surely you were getting ahead of yourself and even found yourself a little disgusted with yourself over the whole encounter.

But he had just been so close, too sweet, and his face was so beautiful, and all you wanted to do was press kisses all over him.

But it’s wrong, isn’t it?

Something inside you rebelled against the idea for obvious reasons. Any resolve you had would disintegrate when you decided to act or speak on it.

But then, one evening, Rafayel called. You barely answered in time because part of you was hoping it would be someone else.

“Hey babe, just wanted to check up and see how you’re doing. Haven’t heard from you.”

You blinked, frozen for a moment as you twisted into a sitting position on your bed. “Fine. What’s up?”

He chuckled, and you weren’t sure if he was annoyed. You felt slightly upset at yourself for not reaching out when you could have. A normal rekindled friendship typically involves a friend being there for the other, especially after what he revealed to you. But before you could follow up with an apology, he spoke again.

“Nothing in particular. I wondered if you wanted to get some of the old gang together and go up into the woods like we used to.”

You knew the place he was walking about, the old lumber yard out in the middle of the woods where the kids from town used to gather. It had been a favorite spot to hang out, build bonfires, other illegal shit teenagers liked to do when they wanted to get away from their parents.

“What do you mean ‘the gang?’” You asked.

“Well, uh, it’s just gonna be you and me. When I tried to call anyone else from school, they either laughed at me for being back here or didn’t answer.” You could hear his nervous laugh when his words cut off. “Still a small town, and everyone is the same.”

You couldn’t resist, though. Even if you were a bit too old for that behavior. Reliving your past was one of the reasons you returned home in the first place. “I have nothing better to do, so yeah. Sounds great.” You paused, wondering if you had said the right thing, hoping that Rafayel understood what you meant. “Sorry, I’ve been…not myself lately. Lot’s on my mind.” You rubbed the back of your knee with your fingers before standing, keeping the phone to your ear as you crossed the room to where your suitcase lay open on a chair.

“I get it.” He responded with a laugh, light and airy in a way that made you smile. “Life is pretty shitty, especially for people like us who - well, you know.” There was a hint of apology in his tone as you heard him open and close a door. “This is the perfect opportunity for me to listen to you now.”

“I kissed the priest.”

“Fucking, what? The hot one?”

You sat on the edge of the bed, leaning forward a bit, a bit shaken now with your admission. Even though you had spoken it out loud, you still felt as if you couldn’t totally come to grips with the situation.

“Well, yeah. He’s the only one.” You said, curling your hand around the hem of the comforter. “And I’m also in love with a married man. I’m losing it. This is what happens to people who don’t peak in high school or something!”

Rafayel said nothing, obviously processing. Then he began to chuckle, which turned into a laugh. Then, he let out the most ridiculous roar of laughter.

“Wow,” he managed to gasp out after a bit, only to laugh again. You could imagine how his shoulders probably shuddered as they shook and the grin plastered on his face. “Okay, once Talia goes to bed, I’ll grab her car and pick you up. And then you’re explaining this whole damn story to me. Got it?”

“Got it.”

“I can’t even comprehend this,” Rafayel breathed after you recounted your tale of how you ended up back home, finishing off with the way Father Sylus had kissed you and the way your panic overtook you. He shook his head, hands clenching and unclenching, brow knitted as he looked at you.

The two of you sat in Talia's car, parked outside the old lumber yard in the woods. The empty dirt parking lot was bathed in the moon's light peeking through the clouds. The bowl on the dash between you both served as a reminder that some things hadn’t changed and that this was the first place you had smoked weed.

Rafayel picked it up, fingers curling around the glass as he brought it to his lips. The flick of the lighter illuminated his face in the dark car, shadows dancing across his cheekbones as he inhaled deeply. You couldn’t blame him for his reaction.

When he passed it to you, you mirrored his actions, feeling the smoke fill your lungs and the earthy taste coating your tongue. You held it in briefly before exhaling slowly, leaning back into the passenger seat.

“And Xavier asked me out.” You said.

Your friend’s face contorted in disbelief before he let out a short burst of laughter. “You’re joking, right?”

“Nope.” You giggled and looked out towards the old building before you, wondering how he could think you were making any of this up.

“Damn, you have three guys chasing after you, begging for scraps. I bet the doctor has loads of money.” Rafayel clicked his tongue thoughtfully. “This is every girl’s dream! I don’t understand what the problem is.”

And as if it suddenly hit him all at once, he started to laugh, and the laugh turned out to be contagious. You both soon ended up in a fit of giggles inside the growing colder car.

“I mean, what am I supposed to do? Ask him to leave his wife?” You huffed.

“Relax! Think about it. People get divorced all the time.” The high was definitely setting in as Rafayel rested his head on the back of the seat. “And if he’s as hopelessly infatuated with you as you said, he might do it anyway.”

“Rafayel! That’s horrible.”

He leaned in and playfully nudged your shoulder, saying, “I can’t help but be honest with you. Who would I be if I wasn’t?” He caught the look on your face and rolled his eyes, flicking the lighter absentmindedly. “Or, you know, you could just call him up and give him a piece of your mind. Maybe that will push him right in the direction of Silver Springs.”

You rolled your eyes and muttered, feeling the familiar laziness creeping into your body. You barely resisted the urge to snort at his suggestion. “The Fleetwood Mac song?”

“Yeah, Stevie cursed him, you know. Lindsey. In ‘97. Hexed him right on stage in front of everyone. So if I were you, I would call him up and tell him what direction he can shove his thumb up his own ass.”

You laughed again, shaking your head at Rafayel’s ridiculous suggestion. The pot was doing its job, making everything seem way funnier than it should be.

“I don’t know, man,” you sighed, sinking further into the seat. “Even if Zayne does leave his wife for me, which would be so wrong, what about Father Sylus? I mean, I kissed a priest, for Christ’s sake!”

Rafayel took another long drag from the bowl before setting it between you in the cupholder, smoke once again billowing in the car as he responded. “Hey, forbidden love is the hottest kind. And I figure if I’m going to get any entertainment out of this town, it’s gonna be from you at this point. So just call the fucking doctor while I’m still high.” With that, he shoved your shoulder, and you turned and shoved him right back.

You grumbled as you reached for your phone, unlocking it as the smoke settled around you. You scrolled through your contacts until your thumb was right over the number. It was so tempting, especially with the encouragement of the young man beside you - but you stayed still.

You’ll never get away from the sound of the woman that loves you.

“Fuck it.” You breathed deeply, heart hammering, and hit the phone symbol. As soon as you heard the first ring, you nearly jumped.

Why do I do this? A mantra in your mind, like a worm in your skull, beating against the insides repeatedly with a tiny hammer.

You waited, putting the phone on speaker so the idiot beside you could hear. After a few long rings, you were about to hang up when there was a click. An unfamiliar voice picked up instead of the one you were used to, and the wave of anxiety almost made you dizzy.

“Hello?” Her voice was soft, not as straightforward or bubbly as you had imagined she would sound.

Silent, you swallowed thickly, and along with the fear, you felt the ache settle in once again. The sharp guilt began coiling around you. You looked toward Rafayel, who suddenly looked just as panicked as you. He quickly grabbed your phone, raising an index finger to his lips and giving you a stern look.

“Hi! Uh, I’m calling about your car's extended warranty!” Rafayel quickly stated, cutting off whatever the woman was about to say next. Then, he turned and threw your phone out of the open window.

The two of you stared at each other blankly. Then, all the adrenaline hit you at once, and the numb haze obliterated.

“Oh my God, fuck!” You managed to say, trying and failing to fight the delirious laughter that began wrapping through your body. You barely noticed your vision clouded with tears, and your next laugh came out mixed with a sob. “That was his - and you just - HA! You threw my phone out the window!”

“Listen, Y/N, I don’t think that was a good -”

“FUCK.” You kicked the dashboard with your foot, the glove compartment popping open and spilling its contents onto the car's floor. “How could you throw my phone out the window like that?” you cried, turning to glare at Rafayel through your tears.

He held up his hands defensively. “I panicked, okay? I didn’t want you to do something you’d regret later. That was his wife on the phone, not him! What were you going to say to her anyway?”

“I don’t know!” you wailed, burying your face in your hands. The high rapidly dissipated, ruined, and replaced by a growing despair. “I’m a horrible person. What am I doing with my life?”

Rafayel sighed and scooted closer, draping an arm lazily around your shaking shoulders. “Hey, you’re not a horrible person. Do you want a Xanax?”

“No, I don’t want Xanax! Go get my phone!”

“Okay, okay! Just chill out.” Rafayel moved to open the car door but paused, a muttered curse leaving his mouth before he hurriedly attempted to clean up the drug paraphernalia scattered on the console. Then he turned just in time to have a flashlight shone in his face. In all of your agitation, it appeared that neither of you had noticed the other vehicle that had pulled up.

“Hi, Tara.” Rafeyel greeted the deputy at the window with a thinly veiled hint of irritation as he shielded his eyes with the back of one hand. “Good to see you.”

Tara looked at him, and then her eyes landed on you and widened slightly, her mouth parting as she put the two of you together. “Really? You’re back home?”

Tara was only a couple years younger than you, and there was no surprise that this was her chosen profession. You remembered how she used to hang around all the time in high school, staying behind and hoping you’d ask her to hang out to go to a party. Even back then, it was as if you couldn’t shake her, the girl pursuing anything and getting into anything she could think of.

“So, uh.” Tara leaned over and peeked into the car, leaning her free hand on the window. Perfectly manicured nails and the same cherry red lipstick; her features and skin soft. “What are you guys doing?”

You started to laugh again, unable to resist the odd delight rippling through you. Rafayel tensed, and his lips pressed together as he looked at you in warning.

“Nothing, officer.” You answered with a grin. “Don’t you have more important things to do? What’s all we ever did when we came up here?”

Rafayel slapped a hand to his forehead. Tara scoffed and looked around nervously, as if confused as to how you reached the admission you realized shouldn’t have slipped out of your mouth so easily. Her sudden lack of boldness reminded you of the faux courage she often displayed when she was younger, which was why you were never that close with her.

As long as you’ve known Talia, she was the type to call the priest whenever something happened. Even though you partially expected it, you were still on edge seeing Father Sylus walking into the tiny police station with her.

You were sitting on a bench with Rafayel, feeling angry and frustrated, and your high completely came down when the two of them walked in. Your head snapped up at the sight of the tall man next to Talia, looking composed and put together while she looked like she had just taken a sleeping pill. It truly was no surprise to see Talia rushing in to rescue Rafayel from whatever trouble he had gotten himself into.

“Rafayel.” Talia’s small, five-foot frame was in front of her nephew. “You…” She rubbed her temples and let out a groan.

“Sorry, Talia.” He held up his hands, which were cuffed together, a bit of a chuckle leaving his mouth as if he thought this was the most amusing thing that could possibly happen to him.

You averted your gaze again, the memory of the kiss burning in your mind, and you couldn’t bear to look up. A fresh wave of shame washed over you. Talia’s exasperated voice faded into the background as your heart pounded.

“Come on, let’s get you two out of here,” Talia finally said with a sigh. She turned to Tara, who was seated at the desk nearby. “I’m assuming there won’t be any charges? They were just being stupid, right Tara?”

Tara glanced between you and Rafayel, conflict flickering across her face. You could see the gears turning in her mind, weighing the social capital to be gained by letting this slide versus following protocol. After a tense beat, she sighed and waved a dismissive hand.

“Yeah, yeah. Come on, let’s go fill out the paperwork.”

Talia nodded curtly and followed Tara out of the room, and an awkward silence descended, thick and lingering, although you couldn’t pinpoint the cause of it. You kept your gaze fixed on the scuffed linoleum, tracing patterns with your eyes.

“Hey, Father,” Rafayel said, “What’d Talia say when she called you?”

“She asked for a ride, said she would kill you, and needed someone to perform the last rites.”

Rafayel let out a short laugh at Father Sylus’ dry response, but you remained silent, still unable to bring yourself to look at the priest. Your mind kept replaying that moment - the gentle press of his lips against yours. How could you face him now, after what transpired between you? What would you even say?

“Right.” Rafayel hummed, “Suppose I should thank you then. Potentially saving my soul and all that.” He nudged you with his elbow, “Ain’t that right, bestie?”

“Yeah, thanks.” You mumbled, only lifting your head when Tara appeared in front of you to remove the handcuffs from your wrists. Talia moved before her nephew, jingling her car keys before dropping them into his hands.

“Let’s get out of here before I change my mind, Rafayel,” She grumbled. He flashed her a cheeky grin but wisely kept his mouth shut this time.

“I can take Y/N home.” Father Sylus nodded toward you once you stood and shook out your wrists. Nervously, your eyes flickered to Rafayel, who looked terrified for you for a brief second before mouthing the words, 'Touch his butt.'

A moment later, you found yourself outside the police station next to the priest who had consumed your thoughts since that ill-advised kiss. You shivered in the harsh autumn breeze that cut straight through the light jacket you wore. You risked a brief glance at Father Sylus. He stood without a jacket, radiating heat, and for a moment, you wanted to press against him to feel that warmth.

You found your words. “I - I can get home on my own,” you said, a bit harsher than was necessary. “I’m an adult the last time I checked.”

Father Sylus paused at the bottom of the steps and turned around. There wasn’t any tension or hesitation in his tone, just like the other night. He was just genuinely inquiring. “How are you feeling, Y/N?”

Shivering slightly and wrapping your arms around yourself, you looked toward the man and offered a smile. Your voice had the faintest tremor as you tried to joke, “I’ve been better.”

Father Sylus glanced at you from the corner of his eye as you fell into step beside him, releasing a little snort at your sarcasm, a gesture that, for some reason, sent a hot rush of awe through you.

“That’s all right, Y/N.” He said with a sad smile. “We can talk about it later if you want. For now, the important thing is getting you home.” Reflexively, his hand came to rest on the small of your back as he steered you toward the parking lot.

Just the brief caress of his warm hand on your back made your thighs clench. It didn’t mean anything, you told yourself, but your stomach churned as the sweet electricity of his touch rushed through you.

Stop it, you told yourself. He was just showing you where he had parked. Yet his lingering warmth was flooding your senses. Swallowing thickly, you pinched your brows together and hoped you didn’t actually upset him in any way.

“Should I be worried?” he asked.

“About what?”

“The things you’re into.”

Stopping, a hard lump formed in your throat, and the entire world fell into a hush. The nearly pitch black parking lot of the police station, the night chill, the beautiful priest that just - was he teasing you, now?

“Again. I’m in my twenties. Weed,” you snapped, emphasizing the last word, “Isn’t a big deal.”

His palm felt scorching through your jacket as he closed a hand around the top of your shoulder, squeezing gently.

“Hey now,” He said, making your breath hitch as you stiffened slightly. “It was just a question.”

You said nothing, simply sliding into the passenger seat of Father Sylus’s car.

A quiet settled between you two in the car, then. All you could do was look out the window at the dark neighborhood and overanalyze every word, every touch, trying to pinpoint exactly how you felt. But how could you even explain that the man beside you gave you the thrill of wanting to do something terrible? Because there had been a moment with him, something that broke the reality of the relationship the two of you had. It didn’t necessarily feel awful, more like an unspoken truth waiting to be expressed.

You tried to control your emotions and thought process, registering that you were in front of your house now. Just as you were going to say goodnight and grab the door handle, you heard Father Sylus speak.

“I owe you an apology for the other night.” The quiet murmur was easy to miss, but you did everything possible to hang onto the sound. A mix of breath. You looked back at him, trying to catch his eyes in the darkness only illuminated by the porch light from the distance.

“I don’t want to make things difficult for you.” He continued, “I’d still like for us to talk.”

As tempting as it was to open the car door and leave, the ache in your belly nearly overwhelmed you. A terrible, crushing sense of longing settled in. Knowing where the lines were drew a blank in your mind. Where the hell were you supposed to draw the line? Fuck, was this situation genuine, or just one of opportunity?

“Can I ask an inappropriate question, Father?” You choked out, swallowing the lump of anxiety that wound its way around the base of your neck. You watched as he shut the car off.

“What is it?” He wasn't looking at you, but the hand still on the wheel tightened slightly.

Inhaling deeply, your heart thumped at an aching speed as you murmured your question, your voice beginning to betray how much he affected you. “Do you kiss a lot of girls?”

“I beg your pardon?”

Why the hell did you mean to bring that up? What good would knowing do, even? Right, of course, you would just go ahead and ruin the image of purity - what was the worst that could happen?

“Well,” You continued, unable to stop yourself but choosing your words carefully, “You kissed me. So, do you kiss a lot of girls?”

Father Sylus was quiet for a long, brutal moment. You felt sweat bead on your skin despite the car being cool. Clenching your fists and digging your nails into your palm, you try to brace yourself. You hadn’t intended to ask your question so outwardly , but what other way was there to put it?

“Y/N, you’re trying to minimize our connection,” he said. He took a deep, steadying breath and then rubbed a hand over his brow. “And I can ignore it. I can try to pray for the strength to bear it.”

Then, he met your gaze directly. In the light from the porch, you could see how his crimson eyes tore into you, emotion suddenly exposed and bared. For the second time, he had allowed you to glimpse what was hiding under the careful mask he put on.

You almost flinched as he touched your knee, his tone dropping. “But I won’t diminish it.”

You found yourself falling, then, into those wounded eyes. You slid your hand forward and set it over his, the heat from the simple touch making you feel like you had touched an ember.

Before you knew what you were doing, you leaned across the center console to kiss him, slow and sweet.

Please don’t push me away.

For a moment, you feel his surprise. However, just before you pull away, he pulls you forward, one warm hand sliding up your back and the other threading through your hair gently, reverently.

You moan softly into his mouth, and his grip tightens slightly. He deepens the kiss, pressing his tongue into your mouth. You lose yourself in the feel of his lips on yours, his hands on your body.

The gentleness he handles you with stokes the fire within you, warming you from the inside and slowly turning into a fever. You long for him to hold you tightly, to show you he wanted you too - you need that affirmation.

Then his lips grazed the shell of your ear, voice husky and warm. “You’re far too close for your own good.”

What sort of torment was this? All these words hung in the air that you wanted to say, but none came to your mind except for -

“Fuck me,” you rasped. Your face felt hot as the words spilled from your lips, driven by the intensity of your want. “Please, I -”

He silenced you with his mouth, capturing your lips again. His kiss is no less intense and consuming but maintains a level of restraint that a part of you hoped was rapidly crumbling. Your hands move on their own accord, reaching for his belt.

A hand on your wrist stops you before you can go any further, his skin like silk against the pounding pulse point of your wrist. It was a heavyweight, slowly making its way up to where your heart was beating wildly.

He’s looking directly into your eyes when he brings your hand to his mouth, kissing your knuckles gently.

“No here, sweetheart.” His voice is feather-light as he speaks. “Not like this.”

While he let go of your wrist, something unseen held you in place. But it was only momentarily before the horror of what you had tried to do crashed over you.

“Oh, fuck, I’m so sorry, I - what the fuck am I doing?”

With the state you were in, it wouldn’t take much for the well of tears to come. Unable to look at him, you unlocked the car door and pushed it open, nearly tripping on your feet as you stumbled onto the pavement.

You didn’t look back, fearing falling apart, and slammed the door shut.

Rather than going through the front door, you circled the house and went up the back porch through the kitchen. Once inside, you walked past your dad in the living room, who was sleeping on the couch with the television blaring and a near-empty bottle of beer within arm’s reach.

You went into the bathroom in the hallway, shut and locked the door, then slid down onto the cold tile.

The rejection shouldn’t have hurt as much as it did. No, this was different. Something deep inside, something raw and fiery, made the ache grow exponentially. It was the memory of the touch, the intoxicating mixture of scents.

Anger clawed its way to the surface because you couldn’t even wrap your head around what you felt. How pathetic, how foolish, how humiliating.

Clutching the sides of your head, you let out a scream, frustration causing your body to shake.

You wanted so badly to disappear.

Did God have a sense of humor or something?

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vampirehoon · 8 months ago

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focused on you - jake sim ˚✧ 0.8k

you never had any plans to get caught up in school romance and definitely steered clear of any boys who seemed like trouble. until, you met the sweetest boy in a chemistry lab. he had you fooled he was in your class until the teacher came over and broke up the conversation you and him were having and kindly asked him to get back to where he was supposed to be.

“you sure because..” he tried to laugh it off but the glare that the teacher was giving him made it clear he wasn’t amusing anyone - except you when he turned to look at you and you were holding back from laughing.

he knew you were a keeper.

he promised to see you around school before he left the class for good and that’s when you learned how popular he was. catching him in the hall was difficult at first because you weren’t sure he’d remember you or want to talk to you outside of class, but he wanted more than anything to talk to you.

you were blinded and he was too, it was so easy to talk to him and smile along with him. even though you were kinda of an outcast, he never treated you differently.

the moment you knew you wanted to date him was when you made your way into the cafeteria, trying to locate a friend of yours to eat with.

the lunchroom was pretty crowded, so it’s hard to pin point a single person in the chaos but you feel across brown puppy dog eyes that were looking straight at you. they, of course, belong to jake and he smiled at you. a wide smile complimented his shinning eyes.

still from that far, it sent butterflies down your spine. he had a couple friends with him who were actively trying to talk to him but it seemed you were his main focus. you tried to read his lips as he smiled and excused himself from his team.

jake, the captain of the basketball team, was coming your way and you couldn’t help but feel your cheeks burn.

you were supposed to eat lunch with a friend but why couldn’t you get your mind and focus of him. as he got closer, your heart beat grew louder.

jake looked proud to stand before you. beaming as he looked down at you. your cheeks were rosy pink and you hoped he didn’t notice that or the pounding of your heart.

you were in awe for a moment.

his laugh takes you out of the trance.

“do i usually make you this flustered?” his smile was pure enjoyment, he found it cute that you seemed shy.

you defend yourself but it comes off as if your offended.

“i am not flustered.”

“oh yeah?” he said as he got closer to you. he was dangerously close.

“then why are these cheeks of yours bright pink.” he moves his hand to try and pinch your cheeks but you slap his hand back.

“can i ask you a question?” you try to change the subject.

he hums, anticipating what you’ll ask.

you take a deep breath, still a little anxious about you and him talking this publicly.

“why did you come over to me?”

the question wasn’t in anyway funny but jake broke out into a chuckle, his cheeks looked like they hurt. you furrowed your eyebrows, demanding him to take this seriously.

you waited patiently as he calmed himself.

this is when you knew you clearly had him around your fingers.

“you underestimate the power you have over me.”

you looked at him and he met your curious eyes. he explained a bit further, slowly taking your hands from your side and holding them in his hands.

“i want to be with you.” “during lunch and if you’re up to it-“ before he could continue what he was going to propose, you gave him a kiss of the cheek (maybe having to tip toe to do it).

jake looked breathless, looking at you like a deer in head lights.

“yes.” you simply stated. “i would love to be your girlfriend.”

jake took your waist from pure excitement but made sure it was okay to do so.

“is this alright?”

“are you my boyfriend?”

“am i?” he’s really like a dog, so pure.

you giggle, nodding your head at this adorable boy.

“i sure hope so if you’re holding my waist.” this boost of confidence rushed over you when it registered in your brain you were dating the basketball boy jake.

“then i am.” he took you into a hug and mumbled “i am” again into your shoulder. it didn’t matter who could be witnessing, all that matter is that could hug him forever and be the luckiest girl.

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#vampireh𝜗𝜚n #jake x reader #jake fluff #jake sim x reader #enhypen x reader #enhypen fanfic

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pholla-jm · 1 year ago

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Allergies

IMAGINE: ALLERGIES~ SANJI X READER GENRE: FLUFF WARNINGS: NONE ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Anxiety could be a fickle thing. You never wanted to offend anyone, even if it meant it was a huge inconvenience to you. Especially if someone was being nice to you. And as someone as nice as Sanji only made things worse.

When you first joined the crew, everyone was so nice to you. But not as nice as Sanji was. He made you feel different and over time you developed a little crush on him. Of course, you wanted to make yourself perfect for him.

So you started worrying about all the ‘what ifs’. What if my hair isn’t perfect today? Or what if he thinks my laugh is weird? What if something I said upset him? All these what ifs just made your anxiety worse.

So when Sanji placed a plate of fish in front of you, you felt conflicted. You didn’t want to offend Sanji by not eating it. But you were allergic to fish or any seafood for that matter. When your eyes glaze over the table, you notice that the table had an array of seafoods. The only thing that you would be able to eat is the rice.

“Is everything alright mon amour?” You hear Sanji ask causing you to jump a little. “Oh, yes. Everything just looks so good. Deciding what to eat first.” You pick up your chopsticks and picked up a piece of fish.

You nervously looked at the fish. Yes, it did look good. But you haven’t eaten fish in so long that you don’t know how your body was going to react to it.

The last time you ate fish was when you were a child. You were placed in the hospital for the rest of the day because of it. You looked over at Sanji who was happily putting together more plates. Seeing his happy face was all that you needed to build up the courage to put the fish into your mouth. You liked the flavor of it. It was good. As always. Sanji’s cooking is always the best.

There was no reaction when the fish slid down your throat. You took that as a good sign and continued to eat the fish in small portions.

Hopefully, you were able to eat fast so you can get out of there before any reactions set in. However, that was wishful thinking.

“Woah (y/n)! Your face is swollen like a blowfish.” You hear Luffy shout and then laugh.

You brought your hand up to your face and immediately noticed that it was in fact swollen. You were now starting to realize that you were losing feeling in your throat and your face.

“You idiot! Are you allergic to seafood?!” You hear Nami shout at you. “Ahh! I’ll be right back with some medicine!” You hear Chopper scream and scramble out the room.

“N-no. No… I’m fine” Your voice was quiet and hoarse as you tried to stand up from the table. You honestly weren’t sure if anyone heard you.

This situation was becoming more of a disaster. Something that you didn’t want to happen was everyone worrying about you.

You started to stumble towards the door. Hoping that you were able to make it to Chopper’s infirmary before you passed out. You only took two steps before someone picked you up bridal style. You squirmed a bit, trying to get out of this person’s hold, but it proved futile.

“Shh, just stay still (y/n). I’ll bring you to Chopper’s infirmary.” It was Sanji’s voice.

If you were completely conscious, you would be blushing. However, you were slowly starting to lose consciousness. Or maybe it was the fact that your eyes were slowly starting to swell shut. The sudden thought of Sanji seeing you like this filled you up with dread.

It felt like hours until you were able to properly breathe and see again. Your whole body felt stiff, and you didn’t really want to move. But you knew that you had to. You take a deep breath, trying to find the strength to at least sit up.

“Ma douce” You hear Sanji speak causing your eyes to widen. Just how long has he been there. “… Sanji?” You whisper, your voice a bit hoarse.

“Oh thank goodness.” He whispers grabbing onto your hand. You squeeze his hand back in response.

“Why didn’t you tell me that you were allergic to seafood?” Sanji asks and you look over to him. Your eyes widen seeing that his eyes were a bit red. A tell sign that he was crying.

You reach over, your other hand grabbing the same hand. “What’s wrong Sanji?” You whisper.

Sanji sighs and puts his head down, “I can’t believe that I hurt you.” Your eyebrows furrow at his words. “What do you mean? You could never hurt me. Why would you think that?” “I served you something that almost killed you.”

Your lips turned into a frown. You never meant for him to feel this way. “I’m so sorry Sanji.” “There’s nothing for you to be sorry about mon amour. It’s me who should be sorry. I hurt you.”

You shake your head, “no. I didn’t want to offend you in any way. You put so much work into your meals it would be rude for me not to try it.” Sanji let out a chuckle at your words, “you’re too nice for your own good (y/n). You know that?”

“You could never offend me. And you’re not a burden- never. Now are there any other food allergies I should know of?” He asks and you shake your head. “Perfect. I’ll go make you another plate. One that won’t kill you.”

You smile at his words as he stands up. Both of your hands falling from his own. You were already starting to miss the warmth that emitted from him.

You were a bit confused to why he started to lean down closer to your face. You couldn’t’ really move, afraid that you would do something wrong. Finally, his lips landed on your forehead.

There was a small smile on your face when he stood back up. This was something you didn’t expect, but it was a nice surprise. “I’ll be back in a few minutes.” He says. “Thank you, Sanji. You’re the best.” You say as he starts to walk out the room.

The door closed, the both of you trying your best to calm down your racing hearts.

#one piece #oneshot #sanji x reader #vinsmoke sanji #black leg sanji #sanji #sanji x you #sanji x y/n

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bullet-clubs-bitch · 6 months ago

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Runaway Runaway

Hangman Adam Page X Fem Reader

An: This is a scuedlued post that hopefully posts on Hangmans birthday! By the time this is up I will be at home recovering from Jaw Surgery. Since it is my love's birthday I decided to write a little fic since I'm waiting for them to call me for my surgery lol. I hope you enjoy it!

Summary: After Blood and Guts all Adam wants to do for this birthday is run away, run somewhere far away where it can just be the two of you forever. Happy and content. Safe and sound. Far away from Swerve and The Elite

Hangman Adam Page Mastetlist Main Masterlist

I anticipated this year's Blood and Guts to be gruesome. I expected my cowboy to be a blood mess by the end of it. I expected to clean his wounds and kiss his scars. I knew how unforgiving the cage was. Last year’s match was one for the ages. I knew his history with Swerve, I saw it all first hand. So when my cowboy returned without a scratch I was confused. The blood on his body for once was not his. I examined him backstage and cringed at the staple in his cheek. “Why the face, your gorgeous face” I told him as I examined the metal stuck within his flesh. I had removed dozens of staples from his body over the years but this one felt different. I carefully removed the staple and checked the rest of his body for any other wounds or potential injuries.

That night was silent. Hangman didn’t say a word until we got into bed. I knew he had something on his mind but wanted him to tell me when he was ready. My head rested on his chest as he traced delicate shapes on my exposed skin. “What did you think about tonight?” he asked with no expression in his voice. “Do you want me to be honest with you?” I asked him nervously. “Yes, you are my wife. You have to be honest with me Doll” “I’m not your wife yet” I told him playfully. “I already asked you to marry me and you said yes. To me we are already husband and wife” I couldn't help but blush at his comments. “So tell me, what did you honestly think about blood and guts? I know you have something to say” I was nervous. I found myself disappointed about this year's match, I didn’t think there was enough blood or guts. “Now Adam, I don’t want you to take any of this the wrong way and be offended or anything but I was honestly a bit disappointed” “I had a feeling you would say that” “Now don’t get me wrong, I am happy no one got hurt and beyond gratefully I didn’t have to spend the night stitching you up but it just didn’t feel like blood and guts to me. Maybe it’s because I can’t stand Max Caster but I thought team AEW could have been better. I would have picked other people, removed the acclaimed from the match. They aren't hard core wrestlers. Now I am so happy Darby didn’t do anything stupid. I was most worried about him. I didn’t want to do CPR on him again or remove hundreds of shards of glass from his body. My only real criticism is that I wish I could have seen more of you.” “I didn’t even want to do the stupid match in the first place. I just wanted to beat up Swerve” “I’m still in shock that Matthew and Nicholas threatened to fire you. They caused you your revenge. You had Swerve where you wanted him and you were forced to give it up”

“I know I started this whole conversation but I really don’t want to talk about Swerve or The Elite right now” “Your birthday is in a few days. Is there anything special you want to do to celebrate?” “This year for my birthday I want to go away. I want to leave, go somewhere far away where it can be just the two of us. Somewhere in the middle of nowhere with no contact from the outside world. We can have a farm, you can finally get that big garden you always wanted. We won’t have to worry about anything or anyone. What I really want is to start a family with you. I want to be there for you, I want to protect you and our kids. The unfortunate thing is that none of this can happen until I get my hands on Swerve. I refuse to bring children in this world when there are monsters out there in the world like Swerve. I won’t rest until he’s underground and only then can I settle down.”

I really didn’t know what to say. I know how personal this had become between Swerve and Adam but to go as far as murder? “He has to pay darlin, he has to pay for what he did to you. They might have forgotten but I haven’t. I spend everyday thinking to myself how I could have stopped it. How if I was fast enough he wouldn't have taken you from me. That night I died. Life meant nothing to me if I didn’t have you with me. Now darling, I hope you forgive me for what I do but understand that it has to be done. He has to pay.”

“No matter what happens, I won’t leave your side”

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rowsdelusions · 1 year ago

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Flatline (Luke Hemmings/reader)

Flatline (Luke Hemmings Imagines)

Title: Flatline

Rating: None

Pairing: Luke Hemmings/Reader

Word Count: 2116

Warning: Language

Summary: You're the guy's tour manager for their new tour

Author's Note: I am entirely grateful for all the love and support my last story got!! >_< It means the world to me that people like my stories! I hope this one is to your liking as well. I've got a few ideas for the other guys so don't worry!! I'm in the making of a few but wanted to ask if anyone is up for a series of imagines based off of their songs?! I did my Older one and this of course is Flatline, but just wanted to ask if people would like that?! Again, thank you so much for the support!!!

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“You guys are on in 5 minutes. So do any last minute touch ups and rituals; and if you need me for anything I’m always here you just have to get me.” I say smiling at the group of 4 men who I have grown to love over the short period of time I've been their tour manager. Their personalities and them as people just make it so easy to fall in love with them. Except for one; Luke. Anytime I would try to be close and nice to him like the rest of the boys I am not even given the cold shoulder I just get a blank stare or just a nod yes or no. It’s like he’s numb. If he had given me the cold shoulder I would at least know he just doesn’t like me, but I just get a blank stare.

I’ve asked the guys if I did something that offended him and why he didn’t like me, and they would just look at each other with the same look they are having right now when they see I’m waiting for a confirmation from Luke after I announced they had 5 minutes left and I got nothing back not eve a blank stare this time just nothing. He doesn’t look at me at all. Not looking up from putting his makeup away into his makeup bag even with the uncomfortable silence that wafted over the dressing room once everyone knew he wasn’t going to respond back.

It was like he was in an entirely different world that no one else was privy to except for him. But his face didn’t show the bliss that you get when you're daydreaming. It held nothing but concentration. Not knowing what had him so concentrated that made him look like he was about to explode into a million pieces, I walked over to him to see if there was anything I could do to help him. He might not like me, but I'm still his tour manager and bottom line I will do anything to make this tour more magical than the last even if talking to him has me on an edge of a cliff from nerves.

“Luke, is there anything I can do for you? You guys are on in a little less than 5 minutes.” I said to him softly, barely over a whisper looking at him with so much sincerity that a tour manager probably shouldn’t have for the lead singer of the band she is managing, but I couldn’t help it. Even with all the blank stares and nods. I couldn’t help but fall in love with him, going beyond the platonic love that I have for the other guys. He was just perfect with all his flaws, although I don’t think he has any he might be standoff-ish with me, but I can’t help but see how he interacts with the other guys, the crew, the fans during a show or in general, and his family when they come to some of the shows.

He always gives anyone he’s talking to his full attention sometimes looking like a puppy while doing so but it’s endearing. It shows he cares even if what you're talking about isn’t all that important. I can’t help that when he does his makeup how beautiful he looks and the look of being alive and doing what he loves while he's on stage makes me feel like I’m in the presence of an angel. Suddenly getting caught off guard from my thoughts by the man himself. When he abruptly stands up pushing the chair he was generally sitting on while cleaning up his makeup. I back up not out of fright but more out of shock looking around for a moment noticing all the guys are not in the room anymore.

The look of confusion crossed my faces wondering when they left, but before I could get too far in my wondering, Luke asked, “Are you going to be on the side of the stage for this show?” Even more confused, I answer in an unsure tone.” umm… I guess?” It sounded like more of a question than I intended. I tried to recover from it.” I was going to get the schedule for our next stop situated during this show so I wasn’t planning on it but if you want, I can just do it after the show.” Not even a second passed before he answered me,” Can you do it after the show? It will be easier if you were by the stage tonight.” I stare at him for a moment, questions in my head that I’ll never asks run through it before I ponder any longer on them though I see that he’s waiting for an answer looking almost nervous but I see on the wall clock that he has to be on stage in 2 minutes so leaving my questions in my head I answer him,” Yeah I'll be there on Cals side.” Without anything more said between us he leaves the dressing room leaving me with nothing but his presence and the questions in my head left unanswered.

By the time I composed myself in the dressing room and went to my designated spot on the side of the stage on Cal's side, the boys were already on their third song. When I got there, I was handed an earwig from one of the workers on tour so I can hear the tech crew and everyone else if there's a problem that needs to be fixed. Getting a weird look from the crew around me made me self-conscious, questioning why everyone was giving me that look on top of the questions I have from my discussion with Luke.

Putting all my focus back onto the show, I see that instead of Luke having his talking part first like usual it’s Michael who is doing his. Confused, I turned to the closest person on the crew besides me and asked,” Why is Michael doing his talking portion at this moment and why was I not informed by this?” The crewmate looked nervous when I asked, not knowing if it’s because there scared on losing their job or something else, I try to clarify more for them trying to ease their nervousness," I’m just asking because any new changes need to be made through me, you're not losing your job and I’m not mad I’m just wondering why this decision was made without at least talking to me.”

Seeing their nerves not lessening, but answering anyway in a rushed stutter manner,” The guys asked for this request and said not to tell you.” Turning towards them like they had a second head I see the crewmate walking briskly away stopping where a bunch of the other people apart from the crew where and talking heavily with them before they all stopped once they saw I was looking over them. Why is everyone being secretive about something and why did no one tell me about the last-minute change on the show.

I questioned myself, getting madder by the second once I saw that even more people were looking at me. Staring ahead after I get tired of the stares that are burning holes into my head every passing second, I try to focus on the show making sure it goes off without a hitch. Even though I see that each of the guys are going in a different order for their talking portions than what we’ve planned in the start of the tour, I see that after Michaels talking portion and a few songs, Ashton went next for his talking portion.

Why are they going in a different order than the one we picked even when there's a different order Luke always goes first so it’s easier on the guys and the crew to switch out guitars. Why did the guys not tell me about this or Luke when we were talking in the dressing room earlier. They clearly knew it was happening from what I’m seeing on stage and what the crewmate told me when I asked about it. Worrying even more, questions ran through my head that I was going to ask the boys once the shows were done. I didn't realize how much time went by with all of my worrying.

Until I heard Luke doing his talking portion missing all of Cal’s one, I tried to pay attention pushing the worry and questions till after the show. I hear Luke make a nervous laugh continuing the nervous streak while talking like he did with me earlier in the dressing room,” I know that you all have realized that we're doing things in a different order on this show and that is because… I have something special I'm going to do for this show.” he laughs at the end when he hears the fans screaming at the top of their lungs. “As I know how exciting this is. I need you guys to do me a favor. Can you do that?”

He questions the fans in an exciting tone, the nerves still blatantly present though how much he’s trying to hide it from the fans covering some of it up. I've spent enough time with these guys to see all of their tell-tell signs. Coming back from the fans screaming yes. Luke laughs again, "okay, good so for our last and final song I would like you all to please be courteous because I'm going to be bringing someone out for this song and I would love it if you all sing along with me.”

Drowning out all the exciting screams from the fans I grab the closest crewmate to me,” What is he talking about bringing someone on stage?” I asked hurriedly. When I don’t get an answer from them, I hear Luke start to talk again this time with an almost desperate tone that you wouldn’t have catched if you didn’t know him well.” Now can I please get are ever so brilliant tour manager on stage please.”

Looking confused I see Cal walking towards where I am on the side of the stage walking towards him in an almost run. When I reached him, I asked in a hurried manner,” What the hell is going on?” looking down at me he says in a calm tone,” Everything is going to be explained but you just have to trust me and go on stage please.” Looking into his eyes, seeing them have a pleading look, I slowly nod my head.

Walking with Cal on stage was the most nerve-wracking thing I’ve ever done. My admiration for the boys is growing. When we met Luke in the middle of the stage all the fans were screaming. Blocking them out I turned to Luke asking what I’ve been dying to ask him this whole evening. "What the hell are you doing and what the hell am I supposed to do up here?” Giving Luke my must baffled look and all I get in return is him saying, "Just please listen to the lyrics it will explain everything I promise and all you have to do is stand here looking beautiful.”

Before I can question him anymore, I see him giving a nod to the other boys, and next thing I know I’m hearing the strums of Cal's bass and Lukes's voice combining into their song Flatline. Hearing it before and loving it like any other song they release. I still don’t understand why I'm out here in front of 10,000 fans until Luke turns towards me walking, chest to chest singing the chorus of the song looking nowhere but my eyes, and all I can do is be hypnotized.

Not once looking away from him even when everything clicked into place. He likes me, that's why he has been acting the way he has. The man who made me hypnotized in every sense likes me, and I've never noticed. Without thinking I lean up to his face, wrapping both of my arms around his neck, my hands reaching into his beautiful blonde hair, curling my fingertips into the curly pieces I move his head down to my own. Looking into his eyes for permission but instead of him giving me one he grabs my hips and crashes his lips against mine. The kiss felt nothing like I’ve ever had before, like everything was aligned. Breaking apart when the fans' screams reached a new level, I looked into his eyes with the brightest smile on my face, “I fell the first day I met you.”

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AHHH, I hope y'all like this one because I do!!! and if you guys want to see the song series pleaseee let me know!!! thank you for the love and support!!!! >_<

#5sos fanfic #5 seconds of summer imagines #5sos imagine #luke hemmings imagines #michael clifford x reader #ashton irwin x reader #luke hemmings fluff #5sos #ashton irwin #michael clifford #5 seconds of summer #luke hemmings #calum hood #calum hood x reader #5sos fluff

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lotties-ashwagandha · 2 years ago

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Hey there! Your fic for Larissa Weems - absolutely phenomenal!

I was wondering if you’d be interested in writing reader x Larissa Weems, where imagine Larissa has a familiar (an ancient being, that considered most dangerous) and while being in a relationship with the reader, she’s a bit afraid how the reader would react learning of the familiar. So perhaps one day she comes back home and finds reader talking to the familiar and then finds out that the reader had met that being long time ago and they held conversations whenever they could. Perhaps reader met that being first time while waiting to pick up Larissa for their first date, and the families decided to check who that person was. No pressure and if it won’t be something you’d be interested in - you’re still awesome! Thanks!

GATSBY’S APPROVAL

pairing: larissa weems x outcast!reader

word count: 986

notes and warnings: ty for the request,, i hope i understood it correctly <3 lmao mr gatsby isnt very ancient or dangerous but he’s a cutie who enjoys pate.. also this is not proofread.

The cat stalked towards you, its eyes focusing on you alone. Its eyes bore into your own, and you extended a greeting towards it.

As an outcast you had been able to speak to animals all your life – the communication did not take place physically, but messages came and were sent through your mind, a sort of spiritual awareness of signals put into words. Some would call it telepathic.

The cat sat down next to where you were waiting outside the restaurant. The line to get a table had extended slightly out the door, and you were caught in the crisp evening air of the coming night. You were beyond terrified for your date – you were meant to be getting a table for you and Larissa Weems, and you had even come an hour early to get a table and prepare yourself.

‘It’s nice when the sun goes down and the city cools down,’ the cat said to you, the words ringing through your mind. You glanced down at him, noticing the little tuft of white underneath his chin, the only white occupying his otherwise completely ginger-furred body.

‘I must admit, I do prefer it a bit warmer.’ You said. ‘How did you know I would understand you?’ You shifted your vision back to the person in front of you in line. To anyone else it would have looked like you and the cat were merely glancing at each other, but you didn’t want to take any chances, especially in this part of Jericho.

The cat did not respond to this, flicking its tail and sighing before changing the subject. ‘You seem nervous. Have you any plans for tonight?’

‘A date,’ you responded reluctantly. ‘And she seems wonderful. I’m terrified of fucking it up.’

The animal only hummed in response.

‘She’s an outcast, too.’

‘What do you admire about her?’

‘She’s strong,’ you said, ‘and so intelligent. She runs all of Nevermore by herself, and somehow she still puts all she has into everything she does. She doesn’t let anything shake her.’

The cat seemed satisfied with this response. It nibbled at one of its paws before stretching and coming to a stand. ‘If you tell me your address, I’ll come by tomorrow and you can tell me all about it.’

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Your date with Larissa went spectacularly. The two of you spent the whole night at the restaurant, your evening colored with wine and jazz, an ambience that calmed all of your nerves and had you hanging onto every word Larissa spoke. The two of you relished in your contentment, and when finally you parted and you reflected on the evening, you truly realized how blissful it had been.

True to his word, the cat appeared at your windowsill the next morning. He waited impatiently for you, his bright green eyes almost searing through the window. When you let him in he jumped onto your kitchen counter, closely examining your breakfast.

‘I don’t have any mice, if that’s what you’re after,’ you told him.

He looked a bit offended at this, as if feasting on mice was so far beneath him that he couldn’t fathom that anyone would do such a thing at all. ‘I am far more civilized than the mangy beasts running the streets. I prefer canned food, specifically chicken pâté. If you’re out, however, fish will be just fine.’

You stifled a laugh, nodding. ‘I take it you’re not an outdoor cat?’

‘I go where I please.’

‘I admire your grammar, by the way. You have an amazing vocabulary.’

The cat seemed proud of himself, and you offered him a bit of bacon, which he gladly took.

Every morning at about the same time the two of you would spend breakfast together. You had acquired quite a collection of canned cat foods, and the two of you would spend the mornings at your kitchen counter. You told the cat about all of your dates with Larissa, listing off every play you went to and every Nevermore event at which you accompanied her.

Around two months into your relationship, you had decided to bring Larissa lunch to her office. She had been in a hurry to get to work after waking up late, and hadn’t packed anything. You had stopped at her favorite restaurant and had gotten an order to go, rushing to Nevermore as quickly as you could during her lunch break.

Upon reaching her office you had not heard her talking to anyone, and she was still on her break, so you didn’t bother with knocking on her door.

When you entered, unannounced, a certain orange cat was perched on the edge of her desk.

Larissa’s eyes widened upon seeing you, and her glance flitted between you and the cat. “Gatsby,” she hissed, “get down.”

You smirked. “Gatsby? Really?”

The cat glared at you, flicking his tail as he settled by the fireplace. ‘At least my name is far from basic, unlike some of us.’

“Don’t be rude,” Larissa chided, but after a moment she realized her mistake, that others couldn’t understand the words of animals. She turned to you, attempting to salvage what she could. “You know, that flick of the tail, it was a bit…”

You fought back a laugh. “It’s okay. I understand them, too.”

She sighed in relief. “I can only understand him. Some would call him my familiar.”

“Ah, so you’re the one that’s made him into a pâté critic?”

She furrowed her eyebrows. “The two of you know each other?”

“We have breakfast together almost every morning.”

Larissa nodded, beginning to understand. “So that’s where he’s been sneaking off to recently.”

‘I haven’t been sneaking off,’ Gatsby claimed, ‘I’ve been ensuring that your affection is well-placed.’

‘And is it?’ you prompted.

He pondered it for a moment, his eyes twinkling in the fire. ‘I would say so, yes.’

And with Gatsby’s approval, all was in place.

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#larissa weems x reader #larissa weems #gwendoline christie #gwendoline christie x reader #lgbtq

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aidensteddybear · 2 months ago

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Yul trying to push away the fact he's little with kai

if u dont write for kai then you can pick the cg

Regressor! Yul w/ Caregiver! Kai

Kai always knew when Yul was starting to regress. He knew when he needed to regress, he knew when he was regressing, and he knew when he was fully in that headspace.

It was so obvious, despite Yul thinking he was being good at hiding it. Kai understood why Yul often hid the fact he was regressed or regressing, he didn’t like feeling vulnerable.

The only time Yul admitted to being regressed was when he was so far in his headspace that he didn’t care and felt safe enough to admit it.

Kai could tell that Yul was regressing. One of the major signs that he was slipping was that Yul would become a lot more affectionate.

Right now, he was hugging Kai’s arm and laying his head down on his shoulder. Yul didn’t just do that out of nowhere, unless he was small.

“Are you okay, Yul?” Kai questioned as he looked at the other man. “I’m fine.” Yul answered in a sort of whispered voice.

“Are you sure? Are you..feeling little right now?” Kai rarely asked Yul that, since he would often get stubborn and deny it over and over.

He was really just hoping they were at a point where Yul wouldn’t have that reaction as he’s regressed in front of him so many times.

However, it seemed that Yul still didn’t want to admit to it, as the expression on his face quickly turned into one of a mix of offended and disgusted.

“I’m not.” Yul grumbled. “Believe me, I’m fine. You don’t have to keep worrying about me. I’m not a pathetic baby, I can care for myself.” He spoke with annoyance as he let go of hugging Kai’s arm and angrily crossed his arms.

“I know you’re not a..‘pathetic baby’. I was just asking because you seem a little..off today.” Kai responded. “Well I’m not!” Yul shouted, standing up from the couch.

“I’m fine! I’m not feeling ‘little’ or ‘acting off’ so just leave me alone and stop trying to embarrass me!” Kai watched in shock as Yul stormed off to the bedroom, where he aggressively slammed the door when he got in.

He didn’t know why Yul had the thought he was purposely trying to embarrass him, he had no idea where that came from.

Kai felt bad, he of course didn’t mean to make it seem like he was trying to embarrass him. He just wanted to make sure he was alright.

Kai got up and quickly went to the bedroom, where Yul had gone off to. He knocked on the door softly.

“Yul? I’m sorry, I wasn’t trying to embarrass you. Can we talk?” Kai asked. He didn’t get any sort of response.

“Hey, if you want to be alone, just tell me. I’ll leave you alone, if that’s what you want.” Kai told him, however he still didn’t get an answer.

“I’m going to come in, okay? Say something if you don’t want me to.” Kai waited a few seconds for a reply that he never got, so he slowly opened the bedroom door.

When he looked in, Kai was met with the sight of Yul curled up in the corner of the room while glaring at him. Kai frowned as he went over to him.

“Hey, I’m sorry if I embarrassed you, Yul. I only wanted to make sure you were doing alright.” Kai spoke, sitting down beside him.

“I was trying really, really hard not to be little. But I just can’t get rid of the feeling..” Yul quietly admitted.

“You don’t have to suppress it, Yul. You can regress if you need to, you’re safe to do so.” Kai told him. Yul shook his head.

“Don’t want to. It’s…it’s embarrassing…” He responded, his eyes beginning to well up with tears. Kai could tell that he was slowly starting to regress, since he only ever cried when he was little.

“Why is it embarrassing? I’m the only person around with you, you know I would never judge you for it.” Kai said. Yul shrugged. “Just is. Shouldn’t be acting like that.” He answered.

“Yul, if regressing helps you cope with everything that’s happened to you, you shouldn’t feel bad about it. Even if you “shouldn’t act like that”, as long as you’re safe and aren’t hurting anyone, it doesn’t matter. If it helps you, then it helps. You don’t have to feel ashamed over it.” Kai told him.

Yul stared at Kai in silence for a few seconds, before beginning to sniffle as small tears fell from his eyes.

“Jus’ wanna feel safe…” Yul mumbled out while quietly whimpering. “I know, little man. I know.” Kai held his arms out, which Yul immediately threw himself in as he began to cry.

“Let it all out, buddy. You can cry and scream all you want. You’re safe with me.” Kai spoke in a soft voice, a voice that really comforted Yul.

Yul cried for a while in Kai’s arms. The whole time, Kai let him. He was hugging Yul tightly and let him cry until he didn’t feel the need to anymore.

Letting Yul know that he was safe with him. And that he was safe to cry for as ever long as he needed to.

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SOTM: Bryce/Jared, Holden, Canucks; the bad place

For the prompt: What Bryce said to Holden in the box

Jan can’t say he ever considers being in the penalty box a good thing, but some times are worse than others. Typically, being sent to the box as a proxy for someone else is the best case scenario: he didn’t do anything wrong so his coach isn't pissed at him, and he might just get a breakaway on his way out the door if he’s lucky. There’s a reason they put Jan in if they have to pick a dude: he’s fast. If he gets behind the play, there’s a good scoring chance for him at minimum, and it isn’t like he’d be playing regardless, because they don’t use him on the PK. So what if he has to sit in a plexiglass box rather than on the bench? A seat's a seat.

This should be the best case scenario. But Jan is not having a good time right now. Neither is the penalty box attendant, he imagines. Jan thinks anyone except maybe Math would prefer not to be anywhere near Bullet at the moment, literally shaking with anger beside him. Jan can feel the vibration through his knee, before Bullet’s twisting around, knee knocking Jan's, and yelling, “You’re a fucking dead man!”, temporarily deafening Jan in the bargain.

He accidentally meets the eye of the penalty box attendant, who gives him a commiserating look. Jan’s sure he’s heard worse, but he also suspects Bullet isn’t going to restrict himself to that, and unfortunately he is right.

He didn’t hear what Chase said to Bullet, and he doesn’t want to ask — he thinks it’d only make Bullet angrier, and frankly Jan doesn’t think he needs any help — but whatever it is, he crossed a line, and Bullet is letting him hear it. And hear it. And hear it.

“There are children right behind you!” Chase yells, when Bullet finally stops long enough to take a breath.

Jan didn’t peg Chase as a ‘think of the children’ type even before he goaded Bullet into the box by saying presumably shitty things about his husband, and judging by his smirk when Bullet quiets, he thinks his instinct is correct. Jan also doesn’t think any parent who bought tickets directly behind the penalty box has the right to be particularly offended by any violence or profanity their children may hear. He’s fairly sure, in fact, that many who pick a seat near the box do it hoping for this exact occurrence.

Jan would tell Bullet all this, but he thinks he and the attendant deserve the temporary break.

Jan doesn’t know if Bullet comes to the same conclusion as he did, or if he simply can’t restrain himself — it’s a toss up, considering he’s still shaking with fury, the air practically vibrating with it, his knee actually vibrating against Jan’s.

Jan looks up at the clock, sighing when he sees a full minute remaining. They always seem to go to commercial after a penalty. He knows it’s just because it’s a stoppage in play, but he thinks they should have some sympathy for the players serving the penalty. But considering it’s a punishment, he supposes they don’t.

Jan didn’t even do anything wrong.

“—and learn to play defence, you fucking pig fucker!”

“Pig fucker,” Jan says faintly.

“I don’t know where that came from,” Bryce admits, then yells, “Never mind that last part, but I stand by the rest! You suck at D! The hockey kind, not the — you fucking suck, Chase!”

“Pig fucker,” Jan repeats.

“I took it back!” Bryce says. “What do you want me to do, here?”

Jan just shakes his head. “You suck at D too,” he murmurs.

“I’m getting better at it!” Bryce says.

“I don’t have to tell you not to go after him again, right?” Gabe asks.

Bullet’s mulish face says that isn’t a correct prediction, and Gabe internally sighs. Besides holding the obvious position of not wanting one of their top scorers in the box for extended stretches, Gabe doesn’t like the idea of Bullet going back and forth with a dude so soon after getting off the IR, especially twice. And he really doesn’t like the idea of how cranky Jared will get if Bryce gets injured. When Jared’s in a bad mood, he emanates displeasure until everyone around him is too.

“Can you let the refs do their jobs?” Gabe asks, without much hope, and Bryce’s face gets…Gabe is pretty sure ‘mulish-er’ is not a word, but it’s still the best way he can describe it. Stubborn doesn’t do it justice — there’s too much simmering anger in it for that. Apparently beating the dude up and then calling him a pig fucker didn’t get the rage out of his system.

“Jan doesn’t have to tell everybody about that,” Bryce complains.

“Not condemning it,” Gabe says. “Just impressed with your creativity.”

“I ran out of stuff,” Bryce says. “And repeating myself seemed, you know.”

“Pedestrian?” Gabe asks, and Jared, beside him, snorts. He’s ‘not talking’ to Bryce right now, but he’s practically sitting in Gabe’s lap, he’s eavesdropping on their conversation so hard, so Gabe doesn’t even think Bryce is buying the act.

Bryce looks confused as well as mulish now, probably wondering what the hell walking has to do with anything. Dima raises his eyebrows and gives Gabe a thumbs up behind Bullet’s back. He wasn’t actually trying to distract him, but Bryce is quiet for the moment, and he doesn’t try to rip Chase’s head off, the next shift they’re on together — possibly because they only overlap briefly, but Gabe decides to be optimistic.

Nobody needs to take matters into their own hands: the refs seem as done with Chase’s shit as Gabe is. Canucks fans are too — a decidedly mocking cheer goes up when Chase goes to the box for the third time tonight. Gabe knows Stephen was planning on watching this one, and he bets he’s sitting on the couch laughing his ass off right now.

Gabe does not laugh, because he knows there’s a chance it’d twist into some ‘poor sportsmanship by Canucks as refs unfairly target Holden Chase’. Doubly so when homophobes are trying to find any chance to hate on Bryce and Jared without giving themselves away.

It’s difficult, though. Even more difficult after Gabe looks across the ice, where Chase appears to be arguing with the penalty box attendant, because of course he is, and he hides his face in Dima’s shoulder for a moment, so the cameras won’t catch his grin.

#fic snippet #SOTM #bryce marcus #jared matheson #holden chase #gabe markson

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