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[lias-writings]

haymitch abernathy x pregnant!reader

warnings: mentions of smut, MDNI !!

a/n: just a tiny little thought before falling asleep haha

thinking about haymitch abernathy who put a baby inside you and now has to suffer with the consequences <3

like apart from freaking out once you told him, he’s super excited to be a dad even if his first reaction maybe was not so good, he can’t wait!

he’s teased about being a parent figure to katniss and peeta and he does feel that kinda parental responsibility for both of them but this is different, he’s actually part of the process this time!

he did got a black out drunk the day you told him, yes, but he also promised, he’d from now start to try limit himself on the liquor a bit by bit.

after he’s done being sassy and stressy about it, he actually comes to a realisation you’re carrying a child inside you now so he tries to be as helpful as he can, even if most times, he just makes it harder for you. the care is appreciated tho<3 (not by you tho, you scream at him)

“haymitch!” he hears that and he’s running. surprisingly not away but to you, see if you need anything, if everything’s okay.

“if it’s a girl, we should call her whiskey, if boy, then bourbon.”

there was a long silence following that sentence before you gave him a monolog why this is a worse idea than setting snow’s backyard on fire.

“sweetheart you should relax.”

“haymitch, i am not ill, just pregnant.”

“i know baby girl, you say that everyday, but i want you to be safe.” and then he’d kiss your forehead.

after few weeks you’d actually start to get used to his overboard care and just go on with it, meaning ninety percent of house chores was left to haymitch and the only thing you were allowed to do, was to read. (such a sweetheart)

when you start showing and you get all swollen and shi, he’s like so into it, he’s never having his hands off you. it’s so hot and attract and beautiful to him he doesn’t know what to do with himself. he just stares at you and feels like he finally won something <3

when you two would be having sex, he was so close to finishing in like two seconds, he had to physically stop himself from that. it was hilarious really.

he’ll also offer to give you head whenever you would feel slightly anxious or unwell. he’d be so excited to do it, just standing in front of you and begging for you to let him eat you out.

(this is literally how he looks at you)

[lias-writings]

finnick o’dair x reader

warnings: just pure smut, oral m!receiving (at a beach) MDNI !!!

a/n: little idea popped into my head since it’s so sunny outsideee

word count: 332

finnick o’dair who brought you to a beach date at the early afternoon and couldn’t stop starring ever since.

in your tiny cute and skimpy bikiny, finnick watched you sunbathe, swim with him, even attempted to teach you how to surf. it was impossible for him not to get rock hard when your breast bounced in your top when you laughed at something he said or did, when you just laid there on the sand, your skin shining like a diamond whenever the sun’s rays caressed your skin and your hair curled slightly at the ends from the salty sea water.

“fuck, angel. yea y’feel s’ fuckin’ good, sweet girl.” finnick breather out, his big hand was cupping your jawline, guiding your head up and down on his cock, that your soft glossy lips were wrapped around.

you were looking up at him, with your big doe eyes, focusing on his tip, kissing it lovingly, swirling your tongue around his sensitive pink flesh, feeling his cock twitch in your mouth as he was closer to coming.

“god, my prettiest girl.” finnick sighed his head rolling back as he was sitting on the sand, his arms holding him up, while you laid between his knees on your tummy.

with your hand stroking the root of his cock, with your lips working on his tip and with that look in your eyes, finnick, even tho his stamina was pretty good, came pretty fast, the white warm, sticky semen spread in your mouth combing with your saliva as you pull away, swallowing and still holding eye contact.

“fuck.” finnick murmured under his unsteady breath, closing his eyes after seeing you swallow to hold himself back from cumming just from by that sight, again.

it didn’t take him long before he pulled you up from your laying position, ready to return the favour right away.

“you did so good, sugar. ‘m so proud of you.”

finnick mumbled before placing kisses on your neck and then making his way lower.

[lias-writings]

nectar of the gods

pairing: finnick o’dair x girly!victor!reader

warnings: fem!hyperfemme!reader, set somewhere before catching fire, jealous!finnick, finn being a little mean but such a sweetness at the same time<3, fluff, smut, oral f!receiving, fingering, sex, praise, slutty clothes hihi, MDNI

a/n: absolutely love the idea of finnick with a girly!reader. i love finnick period tho. if you like this fic you might like this headcannons i wrote for, it will reflect each other slightly as i was writing it at the same time!! <3 btw thank you all for the love on my previous posts, appreciate it sm <3 (divider by @anitalenia )

word count: 2.8k

finnick as his did every day, woke up early. it was maybe seven am, as he propped himself up on his elbows, breathing in the fresh air from the open window. he run a hand through his bronze hair, before looking to his right side, where his girlfriend was still sleeping. she was never an early bird.

finnick couldn’t help but let his lip corners curl up slightly, even in all the mess going on, she was the only thing keeping him sane and in a hope that maybe one day things will be okay.

he did not spare much time grieving before rising up from the bed heading straight to the bathroom, brushing his teeth, and changing his sleepwear pants for a swimsuit. as he did every morning, on his way out he pressed a soft kiss on your cheek, before walking out of the house, heading towards the private beach of district four’s victor’s village, and straight to the ocean.

not even an hour later you were stirring from your sleep, rubbing your eyes as your hand searched for a warm body next to you. when you learned there was no more finnick you whined already needy for some sweet kisses, cuddles and attention.

accepting, even if unwillingly, that your man is not coming back for some time, you put on your pink fluffy slippers, you once found at a store in the capitol. making your way into the bathroom, you brushed your teeth, untangled your hair into a little less of a rat’s nest more into a presentable hairstyle and did some skincare with the adorable little bottles you always bought from the herbalist woman at the market. surprisingly it worked so much better than the chemicals they made at the capitol.

content with your appearance, you walked back to the bedroom, picking out some of the cute clothes you owned, little skirt and a pink top as you shuffled to the kitchen, opening the fridge to get some fruit for breakfast.

you whined again, after finding out there was only some milk left and little to no breakfast appropriate ingredients. looking up at the clock above the kitchen counter seeing it was almost nine am, you knew finnick would come back soon and you wanted to surprise him because he does sweet things for you all the time.

you took the cute basket from the cabinet under the sink, slipped your pink ballerina flats on and walked out of the house, locking behind yourself, walking towards the market in district four.

it wasn’t far away, you walked out of the victors village through the town, greeting few neighbours, smiling at people all the way to the market.

“well, hello there.” a masculine voice echoed in your ear, as you felt a warm hand on your lower back. you turn around only to see your friend from school that has stuck with you till now.

“rowan! hi!” you say excitedly immediately pulling him into a friendly hug. before winning your games, getting to know finnick and all, you’d call rowan your best friend. you weren’t so close anymore because you both had lives now, or you thought so, but you’d still say he’s a loyal friend to you and you are to him.

“hey, hey. how are you? everything okay?” rowan chuckled lightly, not really wanting to pull away but soon enough, even to his disliking, you did and got stared on your rant.

finnick was finally done with his swimming session for today after two hours almost and on his way back home, after slipping on a shirt, covering his muscular chest, he had an idea to bring you something sweet from the market, knowing you had such a sweet tooth.

he walked from the beach, spending time with his thoughts and letting the late spring warm breeze ruffle his bronze hair. he entered the town, waving at few people he knew and then headed towards the market. finnick knew exactly where to go.

he once was told that maybe he should go see an eye doctor, but he’d swear on his life, that there was his girlfriend standing, in her tiny little cute outfit, smiling as bright as the sun was shining, at a dude he only heard about until now.

finnick raised his eyebrow, just looking at them for a second, his face forming into a slight frown as he heard his lover’s giggle.

finnick was never one to be jealous. apart from being confident in himself, he was even more secure in their love for one another. wanting to be a good parter, he put back the smile on his face, nearing the pair.

“hi, sweetheart.” finnick wrapped his arm around you hips, kissing the crown of your head, while starring daggers into the other man.

before you had any chance to greet your boyfriend, rowan spoke up, “finnick ‘o’dair.” sure of his guess.

“and you are?” finnick said, smiling tightly, trying to appear indifferent but it was not easy when someone else tried to get close to his sweet baby angel that was just too nice for her own good sometimes. finnick was protective because he knew how badly men could hurt her.

“rowan corvel. we’ve been friends since pre school.” he said flashing you a smile, but his eyes were full of envy towards finnick.

“oh really?” finnick mused before looking at you with a confident look, “how come you never mentioned him, baby?”

you gave finnick a confused pout before parting your lips to speak.

“i did-“

“i’m so sorry, riven, we have to go.” finnick said with a mocking apologetic tone, already moving you away, before you had any time to protest.

rowan gave him a dirty look in return before shouting after you. “i will see you around!”

“yeah, you sure will.” finnick muttered with a scoff pretending to not see your perplexity.

“finn, what was that?” you said frowning your features subtly.

“don’t know what y’ talking about.” he said looking somewhere at the road as his arm was still around your hips as he looked over his shoulder, seeing that the dark haired younger man was still staring at them. finnick smiled smugly, tugging you gently closer to his side.

once you both got home, finnick let go of you heading straight to the bathroom.

“finnick.” you whined, following after him, not liking being left ignored, it was just making you more needy.

finnick didn’t stop in his tracks, before he was at the very enter of the bathroom then turned on his heel facing her. he placed a hand on her cheek, taking her chin in his thumb and point finger, lifting her head upwards, his other hand flew to her hip, his thumb rubbing soft circles.

“what is it, huh sweet girl? you want somethin’ now?”

“i…”

“i didn’t even touch you and y’ already actin’ so dumb fucked, hm?” finnick cooed at you. you just stare up at him with your big bambi eyes, pouting your lips and before had an opportunity to say anything else, he spoke again. “should’ve asked your great friend rowan to fuck you.”

and just like that, he let go of you, closing the door from the bathroom behind himself to take a shower.

you were left standing there dumbfounded and maybe you’d stand there longer if the sound of water didn’t snap you back.

you made your way back to the bedroom, taking your top of letting your breasts bounce back against your chest, then taking your skirt off revealing your lacy pink panties. from the back of your closet you dug out a pink lacy bodysuit, knowing what kind of effect it had on finnick.

you kneeled on the bed, sitting on your heels waiting for your boyfriend to return. not even twenty minutes later finnick came back, wearing just his pants the waistband of his boxers peaking out at his v line.

he gave you a once over, then walked to the edge of the bed, taking your face into his big hand brushing your lower lip with thumb.

“so sweet, angel. think wearing somethin’ slutty will make me give you what you want?”

you whined again, looking up to his sea green eyes, almost wanting to drown in them, pleading him to drown you, to drown with you.

“finn, please don’t be mad at me..” you whimper almost, pathetically trying to rub your thighs together feeling how your wetness was soaking through the thin material.

“oh, baby. shhh i’m not mad at you, ‘s okay c’mere.” finnick cooed before reaching his hands behind you, resting them there, leaning over and kissing you.

it was sweet and soft at first, then his hand moved to you thigh, holding you close and kissing you harder. hot, messy and needy, that’s how it continued while he rubbed you thigh softly moving upwards in such a slow manner it was killing you.

you tangle your fingers in his hair, pulling on the bronze waves slightly and whining against mouth.

“aw you want me to fuck you dumb, sweet girl, hm? y’ can ask next time no need to make a scene.”

and with those words he gently pushed you back so you laid down on the bed, into the pink soft sheets, and he parted you legs open, kneeling in between them, as he cupped you with his palm first before circling your clothed pussy over the lace, slowly and gently, feeling with his fingers, how soaked you were, he clicked his tongue.

“you’re dripping, pretty girl and i’ve just touched you.” finnick did wanted to be mean, he was thinking about not touching you at all today, but once he saw your pleading he was powerless.

“finn, please..”

“shh, love, i’ll take care of you, i’m here angel.” finnick said, leaning down and planting soft kisses on your left thigh. his arm wrapped around it holding it in the air as you were a whimpering mess underneath him.

finnick left a trail of sloppy kisses, at the way to your core, marking your inner thigh with hickeys, smiling proudly at his artwork before moving to your right thigh doing the exact same thing. by the time his lips reached your center, you were at the verge of crying out loud.

“shhh i’m here, honey. i’ll make y’ feel so fucking good.” finnick hushed you, his skilled long digits undid the buttons holding the bodysuit, as it opened revealing your slick folds.

finnick leaned down, running his tongue in between them, lapping on your wetness, making you arch your back against the mattress in pleasure. you let out shaky moan, holding onto his muscular arms, you nails scraping the subtly tanned skin of his.

“that’s it darling, you’re doing so good.” finnick said in between eating you out. his tongue teased your entrance and his lips kissed and sucked out your clit making your plush thighs shaky and brain go cloudy.

“finn..i’m-”

“you close, sweet girl? yeah? hold it.” you whined in protest but were left with no choice so you tried to close your thighs around his head which earned you a click of finnick’s tongue, the vibration against your sensitive nerve sending shivers through your entire body.

“finn, please!” you whined, loudly. your eyes shutting close, your mouth falling agape as finnick handled your pretty pussy with such care, it was impossible to not cum any second.

“needy girl. ‘s okay baby, you can come f’me.” finnick muttered kissing your fold gently, guiding you through you orgasm, then lapping up all the sweet juices. he leaned up on his forearms looking down at you, his lips and chin glistening with your essence and his eyes were looking at you like you were perfection itself and that sigh could make you cum right again.

when he leaned down once more dipping his head between your thighs against, you pulled at his hair lightly.

“finn-“

“you can give me one more before i fuck you right, can’t you pretty girl?” finnick asked his skilled tongue already running up your folds as he held your gaze with his.

in fact he spent another hour with his face in your pussy and has got three more orgasms out of you, this exact way, leaving you almost overstimulated just before he rested his arms next to your head, howering above you, one hand suddenly moving to your middle as he rubbed your soft tummy gently.

“you gon’ let me take this off, angel?”

you look up at him, your brain still clouded from the ecstasy you experienced just a second ago, lips parted open, before you only nodded in agreement.

“use your words, sweet girl.” he says, his voice soft and comforting.

“y-yeah, you can take it off.” you babble after few seconds and finnick smiled at you softly, before tugging on the straps, slowly peeling the clothing down from your body, while holding eye contact with you. he loved your eyes, they were so lively and innocent even if they had seen so many terrible things.

once you were stripped naked, he kissed you again on the lips. so softly. so gently. so sweetly. he then kissed your cheeks, your forehead, your nose and then moved to your jaw. finnick trailed his lips down your neck, leaving visible hickeys, when he sucked on the sensitive skin there. your collarbones, your chest your breasts, torso, everything was loved by finnick’s mouth before he got just above your navel, leaving the softest kiss there and then coming right up again, pushing his finger inside you without a warning making you moan and instantly your breath shift.

“can you take me, sweetheart? you can, right? you’re soaking baby.” even in this state, you couldn’t had enough of him, so you nod eagerly, wanting him inside you already.

finnick stopped stretching you for a moment reaching down to unbutton his pants, then tugging his boxers down, enough to free his hard, thick cock, already leaking with pre-cum. he palmed himself few times almost groaning at the sensation so desperately needed.

“finnick..” you whine needfully, impatiently squeezing your thighs together.

“shh i got you, doll.” he cooed again, moving the hand, to your thigh, opening your legs, kneeling between them as he then reached somewhere behind you to grab a pillow, without much effort lifting your hips up and placing the pillow beneath them, he finally lined up his tip with your entrance before slamming his hips against you forcefully.

you moaned arching your back, with the first thrust finnick was already hitting all the sweets spots you wouldn’t even know existed, crying out pathetically as he did it again, before steadying his peace, fast but not harsh, more sensual. your fingers were gripping the sheets tightly as his large hands grabbed on the fat of your hips, pushing your body forward, against himself.

“fuck, darling you’re so tight, god you’re doing so good.” finnick groaned, not slowing down, not in the slightest, fucking any thought in your head out. leaving you wordless and more fucked out the closer to the edge he was getting you again.

“mh finn, c-can fewl you in my tummy..” you babble in between soft moans and cries of pleads for him to take you.

finnick continued to take you on his cock, hitting your g spot all over and over again, feeling you tighten around him as you got closer and closer to your fifth orgasm today.

“finny, i’m gon’, mm-” you pout at him as your eye lids fluttered, your hand reaching for his. finnick laced your fingers with his, his thumb gently rubbing the back of your hand as he fucked you so good, you even forgot your own name.

“me too, angel. ‘s okay, cum f’me. i’m right here with you sweet girl.” finnick cooed, thrusting into you few more times before he stuffed you full with his warm cum, the white creamy liquid streaming down your soft plush thighs.

as you ride from your high, you come with the scream of his name before closing your eyes and breathing heavily, trying to calm down your racing heart, absolutely tired out in the best way possible.

finnick smiled down at you proudly, slowly pulling out before brushing the beads of sweat from your cheek, kissing your forehead lovingly.

“y’ did so good, my love. am so proud of you.” he comforted you before tugging his boxers back up, zipping up his pants and lifting your tired body from the bed into his arms and you held onto him, contently laying against his chest.

“wanna take a bath, sweetheart?”

“yeah.” you nod in agreement smiling at him as well, kissing his cheek.

“aren’t you adorable.” finnick chuckled, kissing your forehead again, before carrying over to the bathroom.

[lias-writings]

finnick o’dair x girly!reader

warnings: fem!reader, no use of y/n, thg stuff, smut, oral sex, fingering, etc. MDNI

a/n: hii this is lia, i’m back after year with a new fic and this time my obsession with the hunger games and it’s blond male characters came back so here’s one to my beloved finnick. (divider by @cafekitsune)

MDNI!!

finnick o’dair who would absolutely love buying you cute dresses and jewellery on his ‘trips’ to the capitol or at the marker in the district

watching you try them on or bounce excitedly would make his day and his cock hard

once finnick took the wooden box under your bed full of the sea shells you two collected together and he’d (with the help of mags) make you a pretty necklace outta them

you almost cried when he gifted it to you on your birthday and gave him the best head ever<3

finnick o’dair who wants to have you on his lap all the time. like you’d be just relaxing in the living room, sitting on the couch next to him, embroidering something pretty or drawing whatever and he’d just manhandle you to his lap, while reading a book himself.

“jus’ wanna feel your warmth, sweet girl.”

he’d lie through his teeth while not even moving his gaze away from the page. you go back to your previous activity until you feel his large warm hand rubbing your plush thighs softly, making you look up at him but his expression remained the same as he pretended to read.

you tried to not pay too much attention to how he was making you feel not wanting to be so desperate but as his calloused fingers stroked up your short ruffle skirt just barely brushing against the edges of your pretty pink lacy panties, you tried to squeeze your thighs together already whining.

“finn..”

“shh s’okay, sugar ‘m gon’ take good care of you.” finnick cooed at you and shortly after, he ate you out till you were cumming on his tongue for the fourth time, shaking crying and all.

and yes, finnick o’dair who loves loves loves eating you out. any time of the day, he’d do it. while he’s cooking you dinner, he’d have you sitting on the counter top, kneeling down and dip his head between your thighs. at the private beach of the victor’s village in district four, when you’re too tired or anxious or when you just come to him at the middle of a day tugging at his sleeve, pouting and whining begging for his attention.

“what is it, angel?” finnick asks looking down into your doe eyes, brushing your cheek lightly with his hand.

“finn, ‘r you busy?” you asked him nervously playing with your necklace pouting at him.

“why, baby? y’ need somethin’ pretty girl?” finnick cooed at you, kissing your forehead lightly making you fold almost entirely. he knew all too well what you wanted, that you were needy for him.

“mhmmm..” you mumbled too shy to admit you needed him to fuck you dumb until you’d be crying and not being able to say anything coherent.

and he did

finnick o’dair who watches you in awe as you do you hair and makeup, watching all the pink glitter and brushes and products. he has a great idea of what exactly are you doing since his experiences with the capitol but it still amazes him and he always is like…

“y’re so talented and beautiful, my love.”

as he watches you like you’re his whole world<3

finnick o’dair who lets you put all the pretty decors around the house you found at the market just because he loves making you happy

finnick o’dair who glares at anyone that makes a dirty comment at your outfit or an inappropriate joke about you. you would not be able to count the times you had to to stop him from fighting someone literally. it would not look good with the peacekeepers later so you tried to save you two some trouble. although you found it super hot when he was protective<3

finnick o’dair who is your personal hype man if you’re feeling somewhat insecure or anxious about your appearance.

“my prettiest, sweetest most angelic and beautiful girl in all panem.” finnick says looking at you like a man would look at a painting that captured all he loved like you were an art yourself.

you’d always become blushy and giggly and all that anxiety will be gone. also finnick is ready to prove it to you. he’d fuck you so good and slow and sensual, all night, whispering sweet praises into your ear while bouncing you on his cock.

finnick o’dair who let’s you talk his ear off as you babble about anything and everything while sitting on his lap or near by him as he did some chores around the house

“that’s so darling?” finnick asked after listening to your rant about something ‘so dramatic’ as he had you sitting on his knee for over an hour now.

“yea, and then-”

finnick o’dair who loves coming back home from his early morning swim to the amazing smell of a breakfast that you were preparing wearing nothing but his shirt and a thong.

“good morning, sweetheart.” finnick said gently after wrapping his arms around your waist.

“you’re back!” you exclaimed joyfully jumping into his arms yapping on how you missed him for the twenty minutes ever since you woke up and didn’t saw him.

finnick o’dair who just loves manhandling you. not in a rough way just knowing that he can just pick you up and put you somewhere else by the strength in his arms only made him feel so proud.

“finnick..” you whine as your boyfriend just manhandled you when you tried to help him with the dishes or something.

“nuh-uh, baby, just sit here, relax and wait, sweet cheeks.” finnick said kissing your cheek before going back to his chore.

finnick o’dair who’s favourite part of the beach dates is seeing you in the tiny shiny pink bikiny you always wore, watching you in the sunset with you hair wet from the sea, making you look angelic as ever in his eyes.

finnick o’dair who is physically salivating when he sees you in a cute lingerie set you bought just for him, making him want to devour you whole.

“fuck, doll you look so gorgeous.” finnick would take such precise movements to not rip it in any way, carefully peeling the lower parts off of your pretty pussy, his mouth instantly getting on you, to lap at your wetness with his tongue, run it in between your folds or rub your clit with his thumb while thirsting his fingers into you, while you were moaning out his name.

and finally finnick o’dair who loves you just as you are with every little thing about you, who loves to learn even more about you and finnick o’dair who can’t wait to breed you <3

[lias-writings]

Could you write a small thing about Haymitch with a partner that is either really really unserious (not dad jokes, like, 2000s brainrot) or incredibly and soberingly serious (rockets backstory from guardians of the galaxy type shit, staring off into space, gets everyone's shit together, whatever)

Tysm

I just think that Haymitch would be in a relationship with a really traditionally pretty, badass tragic woman or just. A thing. Like the movie pans to his partner the fever dream

Idk anywayssss have a good day !!! <3333

haymitch abernathy x serious!reader

warnings: fem!district12!reader, fluff, sarcasm, reader being a little mean…haymitch loves it tho, a mention of alcoholism, swearing

a/n: hi nonnie!! thank you for your request i had so much fun writing this hope you like it<3 (divider by @dollywons)

word count: 368

haymitch abernathy would absolutely love your attitude. like at the reaping effie would babble about manners or comment ignorantly on something and you’d just throw her a look of judgement and disinterest. it made his day fr.

before you two got together he’d always just by the corner of his eye watch how you walk around hob confidenty, how your eyes would glide over the crowd, the food, weapons, everything. haymitch kinda admired your bravery, if not bravery then your insolence.

you were pretty, no discussion. very pretty. but it was hardly noticeable on the first glance given your demeanour but maybe, he thought, just maybe that was your goal. hide who you are with a cold mask. he understood that. more than anyone could actually.

over time he build up some courage, approached you and maybe after the seventh time he tried, you gave him a chance to talk to you longer than few minutes.

it was hard but haymitch was so proud of himself after winning you over and making you his woman<3

whenever he’d call you some sweet nickname you’d give him a deadpan look but he knew you loved it deep down.

“baby, my sweet girl, would you be a darling and get me my jacket from upstairs.”

the disgusted face you gave him was the most adorable thing he ever saw in his life. you did got him his jacket though, which he counted as a marriage proposal basically.

haymitch being a delusional queen<3 (he did got you to marry him so a win is a win)

“you need to fucking stop drowning yourself in alcohol and do something with yourself.” you’d say every time he’d come home from his ‘walk’ black out drunk.

to some it may appear like you were being unemphatic but he knew it was just pure concern and worry.

during the rebellion, in district thirteen, everyone is afraid of you. everyone. katniss respects you, which is admirable.

“haymitch, tell your wife to cooperate-“

“hell nah, i’m scared of her.”

“but-” coin pestered more.

“if you want something from her, go ask yourself.”

“we’re scared too, dude!” boggs exclaimed.

the only time they ever really saw you genuinely smile was when katniss shoot coin <3 (or at peeta’s adorable unfunny jokes, sweet baby angel<3)

[lias-writings]

If you lie down with me

pairing: haymitch abernathy x reader (post rebellion)

warnings: angst, alcoholism, mentions of violence and the classic thg stuff, no use of y/n,

a/n: there’s so little stuff for haymitch and i swear that he was my first hunger games love. he’s just so babygirl i can’t, let’s collectively agree to stop pretending he ain’t fine asfff. anyway enjoy lovelies<3 (divider by @dollywons)

word count: 1.6k

to say that this was what haymitch always wanted would be a lie. maybe not a lie but definitely not the truth to it’s fullest existence.

the truth was always something haymitch struggled with. sometimes he himself got tangled up in the bundle of lies so much, there was no way out. but how do you tell your children that right?

“daddy, are you awake?”

the small voice pierced through haymitch’s ears as he jerked up from his laying position in the armchair in the corner of the living room. he turned his head towards the door, rubbing his eyes and putting down the glass of whiskey that was left with only a cube of melting ice inside.

"huh? oh sweetheart, hey yeah, yeah i'm awake baby, what's going on? c'mere."

the small girl, with her long hair usually braided now looking like a rat’s nest, ran to her dad, climbing on his lap, and looking up at him with her big adorable eyes.

“daddy, i can’t sleep and finnick won’t tell me a story because he’s sleepin’ already..” she complained pouting her lower lip.

she looked so much like his beloved wife, the love of his life, his dearest girl. she was everything and then gave him two beautiful babies, finnick and maelin. finn was a great big brother, he looked a lot like haymitch, similar strong facial features and the deep eyes but he had the smile of his mother. she named him, as a memory after her best friend that passed away during the war. his little sister had the same kind but feisty energy to her, just like her mom, everyone would say.

“s’ that so?” haymitch muttered as he caressed her hair lightly, trying to come up with a reason for his daughter’s sleeping trouble.

“what story do you want me to tell you, hm?”

maelin thought about it for a moment touching her small chin with her point finger before smiling widely, “about mommy!”

there was a sigh leaving her father’s lips before she was met with a nod of agreement.

“okay, princess.”

the little girl squealed happily laying against her dad’s chest, listening intently to every word he said from her favourite story about her mommy she loved so dearly. she never said it out loud, but she loved how her dad spoke about the woman, hoping she’d one day find her price charming that will speak about her the same way.

“almost a decade go, when panem was still unwell, i met a young girl-”

“like me, daddy?”

“yes, like you sweetheart.” haymitch chuckled lightly before continuing.

“how is this fair! careers have great mentors and we get an alcoholic, it’s not a surprise district twelve didn’t have a victor in almost fifteen years.” a female voice echoed in the train as haymitch stumbled into the food car with a glass in his hand, ready to pour more liquor into it and drink himself into oblivion like always.

“tone it down sweetheart, some of us have suffer from migraines.” haymitch said with ironic tone pouring some more of the brownish drink into the glass and then looked to the male tribute next to the young girl that was shouting just a moment ago.

haymitch gave the boy a judging look before opening his mouth one more time, “where’s the ice?” was all he wanted to know.

the boy stared confusedly, too shy to look at his mentor, at some spot on the table just shrugging his shoulders.

haymitch sighed, rolled his eyes and went on the search himself, but spared one more look to the other tribute. he saw her at the reaping of course, she didn’t cry which was the only thing he remembered from the morning.

mentors were not supposed to get attached to the tributes. it was like a silent law, you had to let them into the arena, knowing that they will never come out, only one of them will, and what are the odds, right?

oh he tried, he tried, but it was almost impossible not to be amazed by the eighteen years old girl with a quick wit, sassy attitude and a kind heart. he’d never thought he could love someone again nor that someone would ever love him again.

haymitch didn’t say that to maelin, instead he told her how he had met a young woman from his district near the forest with flowers in her hair and aiming her bow at a tager that she drew on a tree with chalk.

“haymitch, you’re supposed to be on my side.” he’d hear her pout at him, making his heart melt a little but he’d just shake his head at her, taking her face in his hands and gently kissing her forehead.

“my love, i’m always in your side, you just need to be a little nicer to people.” haymitch chuckled lightly, as his love leaned against him.

“they don’t deserve it.” she says, strong headed, her eyes still hypnotising the bow that hung on the wall, her fingers itching to take the iron weapon in her hands and shoot an arrow though some hearts.

“i know, sweetheart, i know.” holding her in his strong embrace, haymitch tried to soothe her.

“daddy can i have a bow like mommy and auntie katniss?” his daughter interrupted him again, excitement shining in her eyes as her father gave a horrified look in return.

“maybe one day, baby girl.” he said giving her an innocent look before moving on with his story hoping she’d forget about it once the land of dreams would take her in.

“daddy how did you know you wanted to marry mommy?”

“i knew right away, sweetness.”

“woah, hello?” haymitch said surprised raising his hands in surrender as he was met with a flying knife just barely missing his face as he entered her room. the knife precisely pierced through the wooden door, staying there.

the quarter quell has been announced, katniss and peeta volunteered for her and haymitch’s place and she was angry. at herself, at the capitol, at snow, everything.

“hey..” she muttered but her eyes looked at him apologetically for the accident. haymitch gave her a look of understanding.

“is it your hidden talent to always put me on the verge of death or a passion you enjoy?” he said with sarcasm lacing his voice as he was met with a scoff in a response.

“we will never know.” she mused trying not to smile but he had the charm to brighten her mood almost always.

“so yeah, i took her on a couple of lovely dates around district twelve, you know to the market, to the town, the forest and to the lake where i asked her to marry me.”

maelin listened intently to her daddy’s words, for the millionth time maybe imagining the romantic scenario that was unfortunately very made up.

“you hang out with capitols now, great.” haymitch grumbled, annoyed as he swirled the liquor in his glass around before chugging it down. it was one of the capitol’s events that victors were forced to attend every once in a few months and haymitch spent the evening glaring at brutus, one of the past victors of district two, because in haymitch’s opinion he was way too touchy with you.

“oh my god, you can’t be serious,” his lover shot him a dirty look untangling some of the trinkets from her hair in front of the mirror.

haymitch just grumbled something not saying anything back, wanting to appear unbothered with bothered his girlfriend just enough to burst.

“you really are jealous of someone like him? i can’t belive you. i thought you knew that i-”

“then marry me, angel.”

“what?”

“be my wife.” haymitch repeated taking her hand into his and pulling a small box from the pocket of his suit jacket.

“we were so happy when we found out you and your brother will be born, i remember it like yesterday when your mom told me the news, we celebrated with all your aunties and uncles.” haymitch continued, brushing his daughter’s hair of her forehead as he noticed her eyes were starting to flutter a little.

“daddy?”

“yes, baby?”

“do you love mommy?”

there was a second of silence and something reflected in haymitch’s eyes. not doubt, not even the slightest, but grief.

“of course, sweetheart, i love your mommy so so much.” the words were secure how ever, and if there was one truth in haymitch’s life it was that he did love her more than anything, that she was the centre of his universe and even after the years, he still felt lost without her.

“then why isn’t she here with us?” maelin pouted her lip again snuggling against her dad’s broad chest.

“you know sweetness, your mommy had to go. she needed to go and become a star so she could watch over you and finn, with uncle finnick so nothing would happen to you two.” haymitch tried to soothe the little girls worries.

“where’s she?!” he shouted at some of the soldiers from district thirteen as he maniacally tried to find his wife in the crowded square.

he heard a scream of his name. he’d recognise the voice anywhere before he could do something, run to her, help her, one of the peacekeeper slit her throat with a knife and then the bombs landed. haymich’s vision went black and so did his entire world.

“i miss her sometimes, daddy. finn said i can’t miss someone i don’t remember but i do.” the little girl said in a much quieter tone now, as if it was a secret.

“oh, you can miss her, baby girl, ‘s okay, i miss her too.”

[lias-writings]

West Coast & bathroom

18+ MDNI!!

summary: your best friend, roommate and dealer. the one and only, ellie williams. everyone knows her, everyone buys from her ’cause she has the best weed on the whole campus. you agreed to go on a party where your friend want to set you up with other girl, but ellie doesn’t seem to like it at all. what could go wrong when you agreed to dance with this girl? (dealer!ellie x fem!reader)

warnings: usage of weed, mention of drugs, smut, fingering (r! receiving), praise kink, slight degradation, dom!ellie x sub!reader, pet names (baby, pretty girl, etc.), mutual pinning, no use of y/n,

a/n: hii!! after a long time im back with another fic, this time ellie x reader. hope you’re gonna like this one, it’s my 1st smut ever soo….enjoy!! ♡. (disclaimer: the pictures are NOT supposed to describe reader, just couldn’t find that much race neutral and sadly 90% of these on Pinterest are white girls :()

it wasn’t a secret, that ellie williams, was a drug dealer. it wasn’t also a secret that you were her best friend.

your story begun at the junior year at high school. ellie just changed school ‘cause her former teachers didn’t like her ‘problematic behaviour’ so her adoptive dad Joel decided, it would be better for his daughter to continue her education somewhere else.

you, being one of the best students, were chosen to give her a tour, and introduced ellie to your classmates.

few weeks later you found yourself hanging out with her almost every day of the week. and this continued till nowadays when you both are at the same college, sharing one dorm.

you were just sitting on your bed, just thinking about how it all happened, how you met jesse and dina, oh and ellie, mainly ellie. she was constantly on your mind since you met her. at first you thought it was just a silly crush, but years later you realised, you loved her way more than she thought.

for the last months ellie has been really flirty with you, you thought it was just in a friendly way but it was upsetting you, thinking she doesn’t feel the same.

little did you know that she did fell the same about you, she was just too scared of loosing you,so she rather fucked every other girl on the campus. ellie built herself some reputation over the time she spent fucking around and now when she wanted to do something about it, it might have been too late.

“come in, the door’s open” you yelled after hearing a knock on the door.

“hey, girl” dina, one of your best friends greets you, while stepping into the room. she kicks of her red converse, and basically jumps on your bed to hug you.

when dina notices you’re unusually silent she furrows her eyebrows. “babe you need to stop fucking crying over ellie, i love you both, but she clearly isn’t seeking a relationship so put on that hot dress you have in your closet, and come with me to that party and we’re gonna find you someone who’s gonna treat you better, you know sophie? the masc third year? she’s been eyeing you up since last year” you listened closely to your friend, but the more you were thinking about it, the better it sounded, maybe a little distraction wouldn’t be so bad and dina was right. it’s time for you to move on and find yourself someone who’s gonna treat you right and who know, maybe it’s gonna make ellie jealous a little bit.

in a tight mini dress (you choose the color), heels and light make-up that complimented your face, you entered a house near campus. it’s not that you’ve ever been there before, but it’s the address, dina texted you. stepping in the door you looked around and saw a lot familiar faces. you saw your classmates, you saw jesse at the catering table and then ellie, she was sitting on the couch, man spreading and she was talking to some guy, probably selling weed to him, and before you could start admiring her hands and outfit ofc but also hands, you were trapped in a hug by you brown haired friend you were talking to earlier that day.

by the time she let go of you, her boyfriend jesse, was standing next to her, telling her to move so he could get a hug too. dina quickly grabbed you wrist and guided you to the drink table telling you, that sophie is keeping an eye on you ever since you stepped in the doorframe.

what non of you realised is was the fact, that ellie wasn’t sitting that far from you and overhearing you conversation, made her blood boil.

she knew that the only person, she should’ve mad at was herself but the jealousy was stronger. today was the day when she wanted to confess to you, ellie saw the party as a perfect opportunity, but no, you just had to start pinning over another girl.

when sophie finally decides to walk up to you ellie just let’s out an annoyed huff, rolling her eyes, she lights up her joint and inhale. she watches you closely and her hearing just blurs, when she finally notices, how fucking beautiful and sexy you look. the dress, showing all your curves, and your plumped pink-ish lips smiling at sophie’s words.

ellie felt her anger build up on every giggle you let out at sophie’s ‘lame’ jokes and her eyes widened and she almost coughed while exhaling when she saw you two hand in hand going to the dance floor. she saw the way sophie was looking at you, and there was nothing more ellie wished, than to be at her place.

you knew she was watching, you saw how her jaw clenched and how her eyes darkened with anger. you weren’t sure what you were doing, but you enjoyed sophie’s presence and when west coast by lana del rey started playing, you moved your body even closer to hers and put your arms around her neck, while she rested hers on your hips.

once the song ended you excused yourself, just for a few minutes because you needed to use a bathroom. ellie knew this is going to be her only shot or she may never get another chance ever again, so as soon as you went up the stairs, she went after you.

you were now in the first floor of the house trying to find a bathroom, once you found it, you knocked on the door (just in case) and when just silence was you answer you opened the door and before you had a chance to lock it, you heard a familiar voice. “wait,wait,wait,wait!”

“ellie?” you asked more yourself and opened the door. ellie quickly bursted into the bathroom, closing the door with her foot, and then locking it, so she could make sure, no one will interrupt you two.

“ellie, what are you doing here?” you put your hands on your hips and raised one eyebrow. you were leaning against the cabinet opposite the door, waiting for her answer.

she slowly took few little steps so she could be standing closer to you, just as sophie did, few moments ago, but in her presence sophie was the last thing on your mind. “i’m so sorry, pretty girl, it was stupid to act this way towards you i should’ve had told you long, long time ago”

“should’ve told me what, ellie” the way, her name rolled off your tongue, made her go crazy. she rested her palms on the wall behind you so your head was trapped between her arms, and your eyes were glued to hers. felling her hot breath on your cheek made you feel dizzy.

“that i love you, so fucking much” it was almost a whisper she let leave her lips with a relieving sigh, before she kissed you. she fucking kissed you. you wanted to push her away and list to her all the things she’s done wrong, you really did, but this was stronger than you, so you gave up and kissed her back.

the kiss was soft, romantic almost, filled with all the emotions you two felt for each other. when you ran out of oxygen, you had to pull away, but your foreheads were still touching. “i love you too” was all you could mumble before your lips were connected in a kiss again. this time it was different, more rough and hungry, you felt ellie’s tongue brushing against your lower lip, begging for an entrance. you parted you lips and your pink muscle was immediately met with the auburn haired girl’s one. in a matter of seconds a sweet kiss turned into a hot make out session.

suddenly ellie patted your upper thigh signalising for you to jump, you did and moments later you found yourself sitting on the cabinet with your legs parted so ellie could fit between them. you felt you heat getting wetter and wetter every second and when ellie brushed her knee against you clothed clit, you moaned, into her mouth.

“fuckk” ellie breathed out when she finally m pulled away from the kiss. “baby, i don’t wanna do nothing you don’t-” “ellie, please” you whined, needy for her touches. “please what, pretty girl? huh? tell me what you want, go on” you knew she was doing it on purpose, teasing you with her words, while lazily rubbing circles on your inner thigh. “ellie….i need you to touch me, please.” a smirk appeared on her lips as you threw your head back, thirsting for her touches on the certain place where you wanted her, the most.

“don’t worry, baby, i got you, ‘m gonna do everything you need me to, ‘y just have to be patient sweet girl.” ellie said in low voice, that made you head spin and heart melt.

she rolled you dress up a little bit, so she saw the wet spot on your soft, pink laced panties, that matched your bra. she cursed under her breath. “fuck baby, i barely touched you and your already so wet?” she would lie if she said it didn’t turn her on even more.

you threw your head back and let out a loud moan when ellie started teasing your cunt through the thin fabric of your underwear. suddenly you heard a sharp sound of the material getting ripped and when the cold air hit your heat you immediately knew what probably happened.

“i’ll buy you a new one, i promise” ellie muttered when she noticed your huff. “ellie…” you pouted desperately. “relax, pretty girl” she simply whispered to your each, she started, sucking, bitting and licking spots, on your neck and whenever you let out a sound she took a mental note.

after she was praised enough with her work on your upper chest, neck and shoulders she smiled proudly. “now, everyone gonna know that you’re mine, only mine, you understand?”

“yes, ellie” you were dripping in wetness and all you could think about was wanting her inside you already. “good girl” she praised you and then you felt her fingers teasing you clit.

“fuck-ellie” you were moaning her name like crazy, and wasn’t even in you, yet. “just like that, baby, let everyone hear you”

what she started pushing her two fingers into your hole, you thought you’ll cum just right there and then. she was pumping them in and out and you were a moaning mess. “you’re so wet for me, pretty girl. or do you think that anyone could fuck you this good? what about sophie, huh? I bet she’d love to what a whore you’re f’me, ‘y want me to call here?” she asked in a mocking way. “please, no-fuck, fells s’good els-only you!”

ellie, continued to fingering you, and the closer you were to reaching your climax, the louder you were. “gonna- fuck- cum, els” you whined and your body started to shake. “yea? you think sophie could fuck you this good? y’ think she’d make you come this hard?” now she’s holding your chin in her free hand, squeezing your cheeks together a little. “no-fuck..only you els!!” you screamed, and a hot tear rolled down cheek.

“my good fucking girl, now cum f’me, baby”

the praises made you reach your climax faster so you came all over ellie’s fingers, your legs still shaking, from the pleasure, you vision’s blurry ‘cause of the tears and your head’s dizzy.

“y’ did so good, baby” she said as she kissed you on your forehead “now let’s get to our place, shall we?” she suggested, with a smirk on her lips, knowing god damn well, that everyone heard you.

[lias-writings]

Feminine girlfriend headcannons

request: no

pairing: bella ramsey x fem!reader

tw: fluff, feminine!reader, mentions of public affection, mentions of men,

summary: headcannons of Bella having super feminine girlfriend <3

a/n: before anything, i do not want people to think I am gendering makeup, dresses etc. “feminine” becase idk how else to call it and regardless of if you’re a female/male/non-binary you can dress/wear makeup how ever you want, okay I hope you understand, enjoy<33

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🎀 first of all I just know bella would love watching you getting all dolled up even to just go shopping

🎀 bella being hot, rich actor would definitely spoil you as much as he can, they would buy you any clothes or makeup you desire

🎀 sometimes she would let you do their makeup or skincare but just becase he can’t say no to you

🎀 I feel like bella would love when you wear mini skirts/dresses, but hate when others, especially men are staring!!

🎀 even tho your closet is mostly pastel-coloured, you love wearing bella’s baggy tomboy t-shirts

🎀 and they would love you wearing them even more

🎀 most of the time bella’s amazed with the magic you can do with makeup or the complicated hairstyles you’re able to create on your head

🎀 whenever you get the opportunity you love to curl their hair cuz they look amazing with the waves (the gif🧎🏿‍♀️)

ANYWAY

🎀 bella loves to show you off so whenever she has some event going on, they take you to the red carpet with her and always make sure you two are matching

🎀 if you are also famous she’s at all of your important events/premieres!!

🎀 one of bella’s love languages is gift giving so whenever he sees you admiring a new bag or a fancy dress, few days later you have it laying on your bed in a gift bag/box with a small gift-card from your lovely partner <33

🎀 whenever a dude in a public is staring at you they always wrap an arm around your waist and hold you closer to them

🎀 bella loves shopping with you, their favorite part is when you get home and you’re trying on all the stuff you bought putting on a little show

🎀 you have matching bracelets you made for the two of you awwh

🎀 talking about bracelets bella loves buying you a fancy jewelry, they definitely got you a promise ring on your either b-day or anniversary

🎀 let’s stick to the rings; whenever you buy a new ring for bella they wear it for next interview and whenever the interviewer mentions their ring she’s always like “yeah, my gf got me this!”

🎀 bella’s definitely a sucker for thighs so when you’re wearing short skirt it’s hard for them to keep their hands to themselves

🎀 if you’re the type of person that would say “there is nothing in there” while staring at the closet filled to bursting with clothes they’d would just raise an eyebrow and give you one of their comfy grey sweatshirt <33

🎀 matching earrings!!!

🎀 you stealing one of their t-shirts and them asking you after like 6 moths if you don’t know where that t-shirt is

🎀 when you and bella officially announced that you are a couple people were shocked cuz you “didn’t look gay” ( no because how are we fem!lesbians/bi/pan girls supposed to look gay? )

🎀 if you are not famous, you definitely had a social media and dating an actor kinda helped raising the numbers up so you may or may not started thinking about posting grwm’s/makeup tutorials if you do bella’s always commenting something like “first” or “can I get a hi🥺”

🎀 last but not least you two would definitely became the “it couple” as the perfect example of masc! and fem! or some shit like that. 😍

[lias-writings]

The making of The Last of Us

pairing: bella ramsey x fem!reader

warnings: kissing, established relationship, pet names, fluff, mention of hickeys, little jealousy

summary: just a few cute moments shared between you and your partner bella during the filming TLOU<33

a/n: hi! so sorry I couldn’t pos this sooner but here we are, I had a really hard week and i finally managed to finish this today anyway thanks to everyone who voted it was helpful, I hope you have a nice day/night and im going to sleep, love ya, enjoy!! <3

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before you two started dating:

you and bella were the only people around your age during most of the filming a spending 3 months together filming and still had like 8 more to go you just grew closer and gained sort of feelings for each other. both of you were too shy to admit something and the fear of making things awkward wasn’t really handy.

when pedro after weeks finally made bella confess to you, you couldn’t be happier, you were about to spend another months with your now partner working on a tv show you’ve grown to love- what a dream, right?

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“get a room”

you were sitting on the grass, near the set, enjoying the sun. you haven’t seen much of it while working in canada so you were grateful for every sunny day.

re-reading your lines for scene you were supposed to film next and making sure you remember them correctly you heard footsteps behind you. you didn’t even had to look and you already knew who that is.

feeling two hand wrapping around your waist made it even more obvious to you.

“hi.” bella whispered in your ear gently. you could swear you heard his smile.

“hey.” you said back.

“what are doing love?” they asked while you turned your head to face them

“just reading the lines.” you answered holing eye contact with her and after few seconds of looking at each other with heart eyes and stupid smiles you felt his lips kissing your and you kissed back, almost immediately.

little kisses turned into a make out session but you two still held a little back, knowing anyone could be walking around.

after few seconds you felt bella’s hands back on your waist so instinctively put yours around their neck.

“jesus! seriously, get a room, you two are making single people cry.”

and that was all it took you and bella to open your eyes and almost jump from each other (you would if y’all weren’t sitting ofc).

“pedro, I swear to god, grow up!” you yelled with a smile creeping on your face. bella just chuckled and shook her head in amusement.

“yeah, yeah whatever, now get up we have a work to do, you can make out later.” the man said and started walking towards the set, which was few meters away.

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me? jealous? never!

a/n: lily’s not an actual actress from tlou I completely made her up for the story !! she/her pronouns used for lily :)) oh!! and bcs the 2nd most voted was jealous!bella hear is a short one and longer, better, is on its way !!!

so you and bella have been dating for a few months and everything is great. a few weeks ago you started filming new episode, which means new people on the set. you got friends with a girl named lily, who’s playing a background character and it’s going good so far.

you would never claim yourself as an oblivious person, you always could tell when people tried to hit on you, but this time, you were completely blind.

lily had a crush on you even before you started filming but seeing you in person made her fall for you even more. she knew you were in relationship with bella (I mean you two made it really obvious) and she knew it was wrong from her to like you but she couldn’t help herself.

she started with just small talks with you during the breaks or between each takes, she would even became friends with bella.

after few days she asked you to hang out, you being a perfect gf obviously told bella, who didn’t really mind because lily seemed nice to them as well.

after few weeks of your friendship with lily bella finally figured out what’s all this about but he didn’t want to seem possessive so she haven’t said anything.

they even wouldn’t if you weren’t completely oblivious and didn’t keep on hanging out with lily.

you of course noticed that bella has been more affectionate when people were around and that they haven’t been as nice to lily as they used to. (not that lily was nice to bella, she sort of ignored them whenever you were around)

“don’t you see that? she’s totally into you!” bella said not really calmly after you confronted her about her behaviour.

“what are you talking about? bella, she’s my friend.” you answered confused.

“she doesn’t wants to be friends with you, the way she looks at you, touches your arms whenever you’re around, or when she’s flirting with you? in front of me? that’s not friendship.” bella says back as if it was completely obvious. (it was)

“bella i-wait, are you jealous?”

“me? jealous? never.”

and that’s when it hit you. bella might be an amazing actor but they can’t lie (at least not to you). you also realised that he was right the whole time. looking back you couldn’t believe you were so blind, maybe you wanted to believe that she’s your friend so bad, you didn’t see the rest of it.

in the upcoming time you made sure that lily gets the hint that you are not interested in her and that you would never choose anyone over bella. (i mean who would, it’s bella)

bella also made sure that lily gets the hint by covering your neck (not just the neck but mainly) in blue and purple bruises, not that it was handy while filming ( your makeup artist wasn’t happy and you better believe that) but it fulfilled its purpose.

a/n: btw!! I might do something like this in future again, i had fun writing it!!

[lias-writings]

I saw that you wanted requests so I was wondering if you could do hcs of Bella with a gf that has dimples and/or a pretty smile? I know that’s such a weird request 😭 but I feel like they’d be the type to want to make their reader laugh and smile all the time just to see it, take off guard pics all the time, etc. You don’t have to if you don’t want to!! 🩵🩵

(Also sorry if this is like over explaining I’ve never really done a request 😭)

Pretty smile

a/n: heyy!! i absolutely love this, hope you’re gonna like it, even tho It’s a little short🫶🏽

and happy pride month my loves

pairing: bella ramsey x reader

requested!!

tw: fluff, mentions of kissing, established relationship and romantic stuff

summary: headcannons of bella having a gf who has a really pretty smile

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🪞first of all bella would love your smile either you have dimples or not

🪞they would absolutely want to make you smile or laugh whenever so they could just see it

🪞whenever you’re smiling, bella’s 100% too

🪞they always tells you their ‘dad jokes’ or some lame puns to make you smile

🪞 if anything they hate when you’re sad, bcs you’re sad=they’re sad (bella’s defo that type of person )

🪞so whenever you are sad, they try to make you laugh with some stupid jokes or random pick up lines

🪞if you have dimples they would think it’s the cutest thing ever <3

🪞bella would totally take random pictures of you smiling/laughing and then either posting them or just saving them for later

🪞 pretty smile = pretty lips, bella loves your lips and would want to kiss them all the time

🪞like all the time

🪞 they definitely look at your lips like 24/7 so when you wear a lipstick/gloss/lip oil or anything like this they would be even more obsessed

🪞if you like to wear any lip product bella would definitely want to smudge it (by kissing you) yk yk :))

[lias-writings]

Interviews and bruises

pairing: bella x costar!gn!reader

summary: reader plays ellie’s love interest (fem!oc let’s name her max) in the new show the last of us, reader’s character is one of the main three so they are often in interviews with bella and pedro. bella and reader are in a secret relationship but even a blind person would see the chemistry between them. in one of the many interviews the couple has done the interviewer notices a bruise on reader’s neck.

warnings: hickeys, established relationship, pet name (love)

a/n: this has been in my drafts for like 2 months and I finally managed to finish it it’s kinda short and I still don’t really like it, might delete it later but I wanted to post something so enjoy!!

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“How am I supposed to cover this up?” You asked him worried while looking in the mirror at your bruised neck.

“Oh my god, im sorry love” Bella just chuckled at your worried face expression while you sent them a death stare through the mirror.

“Yeah very funny.” You rolled your eyes at her and continued your work with concealer, makeup and a lot of other makeup tools even tho you already knew it was useless.

“Maybe we could ask Maria to help you out? I mean we are supposed to met with her before the interview” Bella suggested.

“Yea yea whatever we’re kinda late so we have to go anyway.” You said in a hurry while looking for your shoes.

time skip

You, Pedro and Bella were currently sitting in comfortable chairs, answering all the questions about the show you all are in. Most of them were like “What do you liked the most about your character” or “Your favorite scene to shoot”.

Pedro Pascal, your costar was just answering on one of those questions while you turned your head to look at Bella, who was already staring at you. You couldn’t help it but slightly blushed under their sight, there was just something about his eyes that made you become a blushing mess. Bella aware of her ability continued their previous action.

You two would probably continue to stare at each other with heart eyes if you weren’t cut be the interviewer.

“Oh my god y/n what happened to your neck, were you injured or something?” He asked with a slightly worried expression on his face.

Pedro turned his head towards you and his jaw almost hit the floor before he bursted out laughing. Bella had to chuckle a little and you just froze and didn’t know what to say.

[lias-writings]

Be my MJ??

pairing: spider-man!bella x reader

tw: kissing, mentions of food, fluff, established relationship, flirting (?)

a/n: hey!! so few days ago bella reposted the photo of them like a spider man ^ and i had this idea, there are few changes, like bella’s taller than reader, they are not famous obviously, and they are still british, but live in queens, so does reader but reader’s ethnicity isn’t mentioned.

also!! this is an au! you can imagine it as one of the spider-verse if you wish to (that’s how im imagining it) but it’s up to you <33

summary: you found out your partner is the spider-man everyone is interested about and not just a regular teenager as you thought.

you always thought that you had a pretty average life, and you did. you were going to local high school/college, you went to house parties with your friends and you had a partner, who you loved and who loved you.

and there you were laying on your bed scrolling thru your instagram looking at all the posts updating about the local superhero spider-man.

no one really knew who it was, no one knew if it was even a man but no one would guess it a teenager from queens.

as i mentioned before, you were doing basically nothing when you heard a knock on your window.

you almost jumped from your bed in shock but when you looked to the window’s direction, outside you saw nothing but dark night and noisy New York City.

you would go back to your previous action if you didn’t heard that sound again. this time you were sure it wasn’t just in you head so you grabbed the nearest thing- a hair brush, and put it in front of your face in a protective way.

you expect anything, a confused bird, witch on a broomstick, kidnapper or even a fucking alien but not this. not the superhero in a red costume, named after an animal you feared the most.

THE spider-man was outside of your window. at that moment you thought nothing could surprise you more, but hell you were so wrong.

the person just pulled their mask down, and at that moment your heart stopped. it’s not a middle aged man, it’s not another rich dude who became a superhero, it’s your partner bella.

you were staring at the window for good minute while bella was waving at you and signalising that they want you to open the window.

when you kind of pulled yourself together you slowly opened the window, still taken away a bit.

“hi.” they said with a little apologising smile.

“hi.”

“i-i can explain, all of this”

“i’m listening” you weren’t as confused as you were moments ago, now you felt more angry because they’ve been lying to you.

“okay, so- i kind of was bit by a spider- radioactive spider and since then i can do this” they started explaining and then shot a web right from there wrist at the direction of your door - “and this” they continued as they sticked their hand to the ceiling and crawled around a little.

“how long have you been this spider-person?” you asked knowing that spider-“man” has been around for few moths at least, but you wanted to hear it, you wanted to know why they didn’t trusted to enough to tell you sooner.

“a year” they almost whispered with a guilty face.

“a year?!” you almost screamed but luckily realised, that your parents are downstairs, soon enough.

“i’m sorry i didn’t tell you, i know i should have, but-”

“but what? am i not trustworthy?” you cut them before they could finish their sentence.

“no! of you course you are, i-“ and as they were speaking they slowly walked closer to you.

“if you knew, it would put a target on your back, which is the last thing i want, i love you and i’d never forgive myself if anything happened to you.” now your waist were completely hugged by two arms of theirs and they were resting their forehead on yours.

“even now it’s dangerous for you to know but i’m gonna do everything i can to protect you.” they finished as they gently kissed your lips, while stroking your waist.

the kiss made you completely forget what were you mad about so you dived more into it.

moments after you both pulled away in the need of oxygen but still kept your faces close.

“so you’re a spider-man, huh?”

“yeah, most girls would kill to be at your place” they smirked.

you let out a sarcastic gasp and pulled out of the ‘hug’, so you could touch the place where your heart is.

“oh really? just so you know i’m still mad at you for lying to me.” you made a fake insulted face at them as they chuckled.

“guess you don’t want this then.” they said as they leaned out of the window to grab a plastic bag that was there the whole time. you leaned your body closer to them in a curiosity and your eyes brightened when they pulled out your favorite food/sweets.

“so this is the biggest advantage to date spider-man?”

“no you haven’t seen the best yet.” they winked at you as they handed you the meal.