#wave my loveeeee

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recent random ass doodles

references of cream and wave below👇 + wave is sooooooooo bad 🥵 also I would post her more but just need more practice with beaks LOL

[mimasroom2]

My tennis star! (∩˃o˂∩)♡

Secretly dating jock!ellie

C/w: smut but for like 2 seconds. Mention of weed lol. Uhh that’s it this is pretty laid back. This is my first time using those fake texting things I think I like it? Idk

W/c: ≈ 800

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- She plays tennis bc I said so 🎾

- She’d win a match and she’d post on her instagram story something REAL cheesy like “only reason why we won is because someone special was in the crowd💖” and everyone thinks she’s talking ab a guy but it’s really you >•<

- She’d pull you aside into an empty hallway and lean over you with her arm up (yknow. The classic masc move.) and whisper “You comin’ to the game tonight, baby?”

- It’s so fucking cheesy but you swear she makes your knees weak every time she talks with her sexy ass voice.

- “Too bad I can’t have a massive ass sign that says your name on it all big or something.” You grin widely and she laughs, leaning in to give you a soft kiss.

- You guys go on dates to the mall so she can buy new workout clothes & equipment. Every time you guys see someone you know in a store you split up and pretend to be looking at different things on other ends of the store. Eventually when they leave you two come back together and giggle.

- “Heya stranger.” She grins, showing you some knee high socks she found while she was pretending to look around.

- Only your two best friends know ab you and Ellie, so you’re always having to make up excuses as to why you’re going to the tennis games.

- “They needed help with grilling hot dogs and hamburgers for the game, and you know I always need more service hours!”

- “Man I’m sorry I can’t go to the movies tonight. I already told the tennis coach I’d do face painting for the little kids that come😕”

- You’re studying at your desk when the first message from Ellie absolutely jumpscares you. The girl really needs to learn about context 🙄

- Absolutely all the girls in the crowd and on the opposing team would swoon over her. She lovesssss the attention and always waves at the crowd and blows kisses to them. Sometimes she winks at the girls on the other team to purposefully distract them as they’re serving. You don’t feel jealous though because you know as soon as the game’s over you’re going back to her place to celebrate ;)

- You feel so fucking lucky you’re dating a jock as her toned muscular arm is pumping in and out of you.

- “Fuck,, guess all that racket swinging comes in handy when I’m fucking you, hm?” She smirks, and she was actually right. She could practically finger you forever and never get tired.

- She’s a perfectionist with her playing and in bed. She’d have to make you cum at least twice before she’s satisfied.

- The next morning Ellie has to leave early for practice so she lets you stay in her room to sleep in. She texts you a WHOLE BUNCH, effectively spamming your phone and waking you up:

- She comes up to you one day out of the blue and says “Hey y/n, I’m like so serious can you hide all my stoner shit until this season is over…?” You knew she smoked but she told you she only does it when she’s off in tennis, so you’re surprised when she hands you a shoebox full of all her stuff.

- “Yeah ‘m fine. Coach has been gettin’ on to me. Jus’ more stressed out is all.” Is all she has to say when you ask about it. She runs her hands through her hair, thinking you’re frustrated with her. You’re just glad she trusts you enough to make her keep her promises to herself.

- She’d ask you what your favorite color is and get a special racket in that color for whenever you see her play. She’d say it’s her lucky racket :,)

- You were never super into sports but you loveeeee spending time with Ellie, so she decides to give you some one on one lessons.

- “Yeah, thas’ it, baby.” She’d mutter in your ear from behind you. She’s holding the racket with you and helping you swing your arms the right way.

- You guys didn’t expect to see anyone on the tennis court this early, so when other people come and Ellie recognizes them, she quickly guides you guys behind a tree.

- Your stomach is filled with butterflies as she tucks your loose hair behind your ear and kisses you !!

- You feel like a little kid playing in the woods again because now you and Ellie are sneaking around the park/tennis court trying not to be seen by the other people

- She gets really cocky sometimes and posts soft launches of you on her insta stories

- It would be a picture of you in her lap WAHH! Her tattooed hand is on your thigh with the caption “keeping me occupied”

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[arieslost]

Omg thank you so much for writing my Oscar x stressed reader I felt like I related so much and your writing is just too tear I loveeeee it ❤️

I was wondering if you could do maybe like on Oscar x like a sick reader or something like that I literally have the worst flue and stomach bug atm

Thank so much -❤️❤️

i’m so glad you liked it!! i hope you’re feeling better by time i post this :((

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sick day | op81

you always prided yourself in going long stretches of time without getting sick, and if you did, it was only a mild cold that went away within a day or two. so, when you woke up one morning with a sore throat, you ignored it. when your nose got stuffy, you ignored it. when the uncharacteristic headache hit you, you popped some ibuprofen and called it a day.

but then you wake up the next morning and instantly know that this isn’t just a cold. the high temperature flashing back at you on the thermometer only confirms it, and unfortunately you can’t ignore this. not if you don’t want oscar to get sick too. so, when you crawl back into bed and he goes to kiss your forehead like he does every morning, you shy away from him.

“i might be sick,” you manage to croak out.

“might be?” oscar frowns. “honey, you sound like me when i first hit puberty.”

you try to glare at him, but what he said was kind of funny and your huff of laughter turns into a coughing fit that sounds nothing short of excruciating. you think you see oscar physically recoil out of the corner of your eye.

“why didn’t you tell me you weren’t feeling well?” he asks once you down a few sips of water.

“because i never get sick!” you exclaim, raising a hand to your head when it pounds courtesy of your own voice. “now i’m a hazard for myself, and you. actually, you probably shouldn’t be this close to me. go away.”

you start pushing him out of the bed with your foot, and he stifles his own laughter as he gets up. “stay there, okay? i’ll take care of you.”

“no, no, i don’t want you to get sick. just leave me here and let me sweat it out or something.” you wave him off, trying to act casual, and then you cough again. “ow.”

“i’ll make tea. does your stomach hurt?” you shake your head no in response. “some toast and eggs too, then.” you open your mouth to protest, but he cuts you off. “and you can’t stop me because the only way to do that is to physically kick me out, and you can’t touch me. otherwise i’ll get sick.”

“i hate you,” you grumble, even though you don’t think you’ve ever loved him more than you do in this moment.

“hang tight, baby. i’ll take care of you.” he blows you a kiss and hurries out of the room.

“don’t burn the toast!” you yell after him, immediately regretting it as your throat feels like it’s on fire the more you talk.

within the next ten minutes, you feel like you’ve sweat through your pajamas, and the sheets feel damp underneath your body. he comes to check on you and only needs to take one look at you to know something’s wrong.

“what is it?”

“i’m just… really hot. and everything feels icky.” you complain.

“okay, baby. can you sit up?” he asks, reaching for a hair tie on your nightstand. “where’s your comb?”

“top drawer.” you say as you push yourself up. “you better not come near me.”

“what are you gonna do about it? cough on me? come on,” he gestures for you to lean forward a little so he can brush your hair. “don’t worry about me. let me take care of you, yeah? no more arguing.”

“fine. but only because it hurts to talk.” you acquiesce, eyes falling shut at the tingles every brush of the comb through your hair sends to your scalp. “feels nice.”

“good,” you can hear the smile in your boyfriend’s voice as he gently gathers your hair up into a ponytail and carefully ties the elastic. “lemme get you some clothes, and then let’s go out to the couch, hmm?”

you want to tell him no, you don’t want to contaminate anything else, but you also don’t want to stay here in a puddle of your own sweat, so you let him help you change into a pair of his sweats and an old t-shirt, and because he’s being so sweet, you don’t pull away from him when he takes your hand and leads you out to the living room.

you situate yourself on the couch, clutching your water bottle in your hands for dear life. not necessarily because you feel like drinking it, but because it’s cold and it feels good. meanwhile, oscar is bustling around looking like he’s doing five things at once. one moment he’s moving the eggs around in the pan, the next he’s getting sheets out of the linen closet, and then he’s in the bathroom with the sink running.

“i could get used to this,” you tease, managing to not sound completely miserable as he brings over two cool cloths. one goes on your neck, and the other rests against your forehead. “ah, my fever’s already gone.”

“nice try,” oscar says, adjusting the cloth on your forehead a little. “eggs are almost done, you ready to eat?”

“are you gonna feed me?” you bat your eyelashes at him, and promptly have your second coughing fit of the morning.

“i might have to, you can barely talk without almost coughing up a lung.” he moves into the kitchen and begins making up a plate for you, followed by pouring hot water into a mug and placing the tea bag in before adding some honey and stirring it. “i didn’t burn the toast, so i expect a five star rating.”

“we’ll see about that,” you say, eagerly accepting the mug of tea when he holds it out and taking a long sip. even though it’s hot, it feels incredible as it goes down your throat. “i’m willing to give you bonus points for the tea.”

“that doesn’t count, i didn’t actually make that. c’mon, have some food.” he takes the mug from you and replaces it with the plate of toast and eggs.

you eat without complaint, but your nose being so stuffy kind of takes away from your ability to taste. all the same, you make your reactions as enthusiastic as possible. oscar’s a pretty decent cook, you both know it, but it’s been a running bit in your relationship to smack talk his skills in the kitchen.

“thanks, oz.” you say quietly when you’re done eating and you’ve drank two cups of tea. “i feel a lot better already.”

“you look sleepy,” he points out, flipping both cloths so the cooler sides can be on your skin.

“no, ‘m fine.” you disagree, even though you can feel yourself sinking back into the couch and your eyelids getting heavy.

“take a nap, honey. you’ll feel even better if you let your body rest.” he stands up to clear your dishes, and you stop him by weakly grabbing the bottom of his shirt. “what’s the matter?”

“nothing, just… want you to stay.”

“of course, baby. one second.” he’s quick to put your dishes in the sink before he’s back at your side, and you waste no time in slumping against him. “are you sure you want to cuddle? you feel pretty hot still.”

“i’m always hot, you tell me all the time.”

he sighs, knowing he won’t win this unless he wants to deal with you being sick and annoyed that he won’t do what you want. “touché, honey.”

you don’t answer, so wrapped up in the comfort oscar gives you even though you’re still hot and he’s often your personal heater. strangely enough, his body heat combats the fever heat in a way that’s so nice you don’t even really notice yourself losing consciousness. meanwhile, oscar leans back against the couch, making sure the washcloth stays put against your head and your ponytail doesn’t fall out when you shift in your sleep.

of course, he ends up getting sick a week later, but you’re quick to drop everything and take care of him, just like he did for you.

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OMG!!! IDK IF YOU'RE TAKING REQUESTS BUT IF YOU ARE CAN YOU DO A NERD!ETHAN X CHEER CAPTAIN!READER. WHERE ETHAN THINKS SHES GOING TO BE REALLY RUDE BUT SHE TURNS OUT TO BE REALLY SWEET?! THEN, THEY TAKE AN INTREST IN EACHOTHER??? YOU DONT HAVE TO BUT IF YOU DO THANK YOU SOOOO MUCH!! AND I LOVEEEEE YOUR WORK!

i have been thinking of doing something like this for a while actually!! hope you like it🤍

i know places — ethan landry

word count: 1,872

pairing: nerd!ethan landry x cheerleader!fem!reader

summary: y/n needs help with her english essay and nerdy ethan offers his help

WHEN ETHAN HEARD HIS NAME BEING CALLED, EVERYTHING STOPPED. It wasn’t the fact that it was literally shouted aloud in the hallway, making everyone’s attention drift towards the person who had yelled it. It was the fact that said person was Y/N Y/L/N—cheer captain and prettiest girl in the school. Why was she saying his name? Actually, how did she even know his name?

Ethan didn’t have time to think, because she was moving towards him like a full on rainstorm and Ethan felt his legs getting weak, as if there were about to fail him. “Ethan!” she said breathlessly from running down the hall.

“H-hi” Ethan replied in a low voice, blood rushing to his face because of the unwanted attention. She was going to say something really hurtful and everyone was going to hear it. Cheerleaders making fun of people like Ethan wasn’t something uncommon, he had experienced it countless of times.

“Shit. I caused a scene, didn’t I? I’m so sorry” she sounded genuine, which made Ethan confused. Where was the insult? “I called your name before you exited the classroom, but you didn’t seem to hear me”. Ethan’s brain seemed to have been failing him because he was not able to utter a single syllable. “Anyways, you left your coat” she showed him the blue cloth that belonged to him with a tiny smile on her face.

He cleared his throat, coming back to his senses “Oh… thank you”

“You’re welcome!” Y/N said with a bright smile. “I’m Y/N, by the way”.

“I’m Ethan” he did an awkward wave, which the cheerleader thought was very adorable.

“Yeah, I know. You sit next to me in English” Y/N let out a little laugh.

The boy laughed nervously “Right, I know, I just thought you wouldn’t remember”

“Well, I remember you, Ethan Landry” she assured him with a smile, making him blush even harder. This reaction brought Y/N a sense of victory, and she decided she enjoyed seeing the boy blush for her “Are you taking the coat or you’re going to keep staring at me?”

“Oh, sorry” he grabbed the coat with shaky hands. That’s when Y/N noticed the piece of paper he was holding and the A+ written in red marker.

“You got an A+ in the Brave new world essay?” she asked surprised.

“Y-yeah” was this the part she was going to mock him? He knew her being nice was too good to be true.

But, once again, she surprised him. “Do you mind if I take a look at it? I didn’t do so well in mine” Y/N asked, feeling a bit embarassed by confessing that.

“Yeah, sure, no problem”

As she read, he took the opportunity to admire her. Y/N’s shiny hair fell flawlessly over her face, creating some kind of curtain. He wanted to tuck it behind her ear, but it would be extremely weird. His eyes then went to her face: her eyes were furrowed as she took in the words written on the paper, and she bit her lip in concentration—Ethan felt the need to brush his finger against it, because that action drove him crazy—and suddenly his heart clenched when he noticed her saddened expression.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” he asked softly.

“I’m not doing so well in English. If I don’t pass the make-up exam, I won’t be able to keep my position as cheer captain”

“You still have a chance, then” he tried to light up her mood.

“Yeah, but if this is what I have to write in order to pass… I’m screwed. I could never write something like this” Y/N sighed in frustration “Your writing is completely amazing, by the way”

“Thanks. I could tutor you, if you want” the words left his mouth before he could think twice.

“Really?”

Her eyes shone with such hope that he couldn’t say anything but, “Yes”.

Y/N wanted to hug him so bad, but she noticed how uncomfortable he was under the gaze of others, and her touching him was only going to make things worse for him. People were already whispering things such us: ‘Why is Y/N talking to that nerd?’ ‘Does he even go here?’ ‘Isn’t he the one who is always answering questions in Econ?’

She resisted the urge to scowl at every single person in the hallway. Why they gotta be so mean? “Thank you so much! When are you available?”.

“Any day, to be honest. But you have cheerleading practice, so you tell me”

He was so considerate and adorable she wanted to cry. “So make-up exam is this friday, meaning we have today, tomorrow and Thursday. Is it okay if we meet those days at 6:30?”

“Yeah, no problem. Can you come over to my dorm? The library is always crowded during exam weeks”

“Yeah, that sounds good. I’ll give you my number so you can text me your address” he handed her his phone and typed her number. “There you go”

“I’ll text you as soon as classes finish”

“Thank you so much, Ethan. You don’t know how thankful I am”

“What if I turn out to be the worst tutor ever?” he joked.

Y/N laughed. “I know you won’t. And even if you were, I’m still very thankful you are spending your free time doing this for me”

He shrugged “It’s my pleasure”

Y/N STARED AT THE RESULT IN COMPLETE SHOCK. Were her eyes deceiving her? Was Mr. Keating pulling a joke on her?

“Excellent work, Mrs. Y/L/N. Your analysis was espectacular and your writing and vocabulary have improved immensely in such short time” Mr. Keating told her.

“Thank you so much!” she exclaimed, grabbing the paper as if it were the most precious thing in the world.

“May I ask, did you have help or did you study on your own?” there was no accusatory tone, just curiosity.

“Ethan helped me, sir. I definitely wouldn’t have passed without him”

“Oh, that’s nice of him. He’s an excellent student and writer”

“The best” Y/N nodded in agreement. “Speaking of him, I should thank him, for the hundredth time in the past three days”

ethan!!!!!! 🥹

i need to talk to you.

okay! see you after school? 👀

no. right now

oh, everything okay?

yes, don’t worry. i know a place we can talk alone

under the bleachers?

sure. see you in 5?

see you! <3

If there was one thing Y/N knew about Ethan before he even started tutoring her was that he was completely terrified of attention. That’s why they never talked at school, only texted (a lot). Both of them became close, and soon tutoring wasn’t the only thing they hung out for. After they were done studying, she would stay for dinner and a movie, and together they shared their opinions on them.

Y/N also found out that, when he wasn’t around students and their gossiping mouths, Ethan was beyond funny and outgoing. And also, while he was adorable and sweet, Y/N discovered that he had a flirty side—which she enjoyed very much and she always let him know that by blushing like a school girl. It was safe to say that the girl had absolutely fallen for the boy’s charm.

And Ethan fell for her charm too. She was kind, talented, beyond smart—which she always said was a lie, but Ethan was always there to contradict her—understanding, and down to earth. He couldn’t believe he once thought Y/N was a mean, popular, spoiled cheerleader. She was beautiful and amazing and he liked her more than he had expected.

“Ethan!” the girl’s voice instantly made his heart start racing. The brunette raised his head from the book he was reading to see the cheerleader running towards him. Next thing he knew, she threw herself at him, and he fell on his back. Thankfully, he had been sitting so it didn’t hurt.

“Hi there!” Ethan laughed, hugging her tightly. He would never get tired of her closeness.

“I did it!” Y/N exclaimed showing her the exam, still lying on top of him.

Ethan smiled proudly “I knew you could do it! Congrats, cheer captain!”

“Thank you” she whispered, voice cracking.

“Hey… what’s wrong?”

“Happy tears. I just can’t believe I did it” she said, smiling widely. “My friends joked about having to look for a new captain, which I knew it wasn’t a joke at all and they were actually concerned. And my parents were also thinking what they were going to say when I went home with the news that I was no longer a cheerleader… but I did it, Ethan!”

“That’s awful, Y/N” he frowned. She deserved so much better “Are you seriously telling me no one had an ounce of faith in you?”

“Well, there is one person who always betted on me. He would never get tired of telling me how smart I was, even when I was constantly saying the opposite” her eyes looked so bright, he wondered if he would ever be able to look away.

“Oh yeah? So he cheers the cheerleader?” he joked, making her laugh.

“Dork” she beeped his nose “Anyways, you want me to tell you about this guy?” Ethan nodded, sitting up. Y/N remained on his lap. “So, I could talk about him for days, but I’m going to keep it simple and tell you my favorite things about him. First of all, he has the prettiest eyes I’ve ever seen and I swear I could stare at them forever. He’s very passionate about movies, and his little rants about them are the best thing I’ve ever heard. He gives the best hugs in the world, but then again I might be a little biased because I just love being in his arms”

“You do?” he looked up at her in awe.

“I do” she affirmed. “He’s the only one who sees me as more than just a popular cheerleader. He’s sweet and sincere. He blushes a lot when I compliment him, just like you’re doing right now” she teased. “His smile… holy shit, it makes me forget about everything. Especially when they are directed at me”.

“He sounds handsome and amazing” he joked.

“Oh, he is. And that is why I like him so much” Y/N finally confessed.

Ethan’s jaw almost reached the floor. “You like him?”

“So much it’s physically hurting” she said, fixing the collar of his shirt.

“He likes you too” Ethan cupped her jaw.

“Then he should kiss me”

So he did, and he didn’t care anymore if anyone saw them. Their lips fitted perfectly, like two pieces of a puzzle that went together, and nothing had ever felt so right for them.

“I want to be with you, Eth. I know you don’t want people to whisper about you, and I’m afraid if you are with me it’s going to be inevitable. But I want you to be my boyfriend, I don’t care if we have to keep this a secret”

Ethan shook his head “No. No secrets. I want to hold your hand in plain sight, I want to kiss you. Let them say what they won’t, I won’t hear them”

Y/N smiled and went in for another kiss. “Let’s go now. I want to show them I have the most amazing boyfriend in the world”

[ebsmind]

𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬 ❀ tom blyth x fem!actress reader, jamie flatters x fem!actress reader (platonic)

summary : reader is staring in Avatar: The Way of Water and fans sense some things between her and her costar but she’s dating Tom

takes place before tbosas but after season 1 of billy the kid

warnings : mentions of cheating but none actually

a/n : this idea literally came to me out of nowhere but if anyone has done anything similar to this lmk!!!

also bailey bass (face claim for y/n) is aged up to 23! just thought it would be better bc of the age difference between her and tom irl

ynuser Avatar : The Way of Water is out now in theaters!!! 🌊🐚🩵

tagged : @/jamieflatters, @/jackchampion, @/misstrinitybliss, @/britaindalton, @/avatar

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tomblyth ur as beautiful as the waves

↳ ynuser i love you so much ❤️

user1 STOP HER AND TOM ARE SO CUTE

jamieflatters ur the only costar i can spend hours with and not have my social battery drained

❤️ by creator

↳ jackchampion UH HELLO??? WHAT ABOUT ME??

↳ ynuser HEY no fighting!!

user2 uhhhh is no one gonna talk about jamie’s comment???

↳ user3 no literally he wants y/n so bad

rachelzegler you wanna play mermaids??

↳ ynuser YES OMG us fr 🧜🏻‍♀️🧜🏻‍♀️

user4 why do i lowkey ship jamie and y/n now???

jackchampion hey who’s the handsome man in the last picture??

↳ ynuser jamie

user5 OHHHHH?????

user6 bro ain’t no way she said JAMIE

user7 doesn’t jamie have a gf??

zoesaldana what a beauty 🩵💚

↳ ynuser love ya momma 🫶🏽

user8 still can’t get over the ‘jamie’

user9 i fear y/n ate u up jack

avatarcastupdates just posted on their story!

ynuserupdates looks like y/n bass and jamie flatters have been together recently 👀 are jamie and y/n more than friends?? if so what happened with tom?

tagged : @/ynuser @/jamieflatters @/tomblyth

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user1 tagging all of them is CRAZYYYY

user2 pls i ship them so bad

user3 doesn’t jamie have a gf???

user4 y/n literally told tom she loved him in her comments

↳ user5 but she also called jamie handsome 😭

↳ user4 yeah to make fun of jack 😭

user6 pls can costars not be friends anymore???

user7 pretty sure jamie’s gf took the first picture…

↳ user8 and tom was with them

ynuser and tomblyth added to their story!

ynuser i went to the oscars??? also my hot date took the last photo

tagged : @/tomblyth

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tomblyth i'm the hot date

↳ynuser yes u are babe

user1 people are so delulu like my parents would NEVER break up

↳ ynuser real

↳ user1 OMG?????

misstrinitybliss you're so pretty

↳ ynuser that's all you lovieeee

user2 i love trinity and y/n's friendship 🥺

user3 she ATE this look uppppp

annna.sophia my loveeeee ❤️‍🔥

❤️ by creator

user4 momma looks so good

jackchampion queen

❤️ by creator

jennaortega slayed

↳ ynuser ily 💗

jamieflatters tell ur hot date to call me

↳ tomblyth texting u rn

↳ ynuser ummmm???

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LOML -Simon "Ghost" Riley

Photo credit: @ave661 ---- F!Reader, angst, breakup ----

The love of your life is something so beautifully tragic that the beginning seems as if it's haunting you. Two thousand one hundred and 90 days where the rollercoaster of him made you feel a wave of emotions. Who would've thought that now all you can think about is waltzing to his arms, to revive the death of something that can't be brought back to life? It's so beautifully dead. 

But who can stop you from not trying to bring it back to life when you know all the steps to resuscitatesomeone...something? 

As you sit by the window, you watch the wind guide the willow tree branches as if another sign of a haunting memory. 

"What are you doing lovie?" Simon says as he rests his head on your shoulder. You sit there, embroidering his and your initials on a jumper. "Just something to wear when you're away or when I'm away," you mention so casually as you can feel his gaze on you. Isn't it so tragic how his gaze spoke with so much love, how his hands held you and caressed your body but now all you feel is the ghost of his love just watching you from a corner as you cry in bed to the wall? 

You and he were so young when this love affair started, matured together, experienced trials and tribulations and now you're there, holding a piece of something he'll never come back for. 

He always told you that he wanted you for the long run and it's stupid how you laugh at that as tears run down. Who was going to tell you the road was short? Not your foolish heart, it was never going to let you know of the 'Dead End' signs. You told him each time, "I don't mind it, it takes time and I'll wait, Simon." Oh, what a fool you must've been back then. You look at the jumper with a haunting laugh that tells you of all the failures you made. But for a moment, you felt safe, you were taken hostage to his failing love and even if you were blinded it was a safe place for your hopeless romantic heart. 

The feelings he gave you were never this way before and they��won't be the same since the day he left. 

Oh, but a fool can hope. 

A fool can picture the life that was never given. A fool falls so deep down this Alice in the wonderland-like place that when reality comes back, the world turns dull. 

Who is to be loved again? Why must his arms, his laugh and those inside jokes no one will understand feel like bullets that will never be extracted? This is a bleeding heart. 

When can you stop mourning a dead love? You went from him kissing you with all his might to picturing him waiting for you down the aisle. Will it ever stay alive after this heartache? When can you bury the dead love that never bloomed into the happily ever after? When is the right time to host a wake for it? Can it be buried so easily? And if there is a wake for this love, will he be there? Will he wear a suit and tie and watch as you cry, as you wear all black, as you throw flowers at the casket?

Why must he be so cruel!? He told you truths, right? Your fingertips run over his initial, "You said I'm the love of your life about a million times," you say, reminiscing on the death of something so... captivating. 

"I love you, Y/N." 

"i LOVE you, Y/N."

"i love YOU, Y/N."

"Love you, lovie"

"I love you"

"I loveeeee you!" 

"LOVE YOU!" 

"i love you."

"I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU!"

"God you're the love of my life, lovie."

"You're the one for me, Y/N"

"You're my lifeline, you know that, lovie?"

Who was to scream in your face the truth and nothing but the truth? Who was to inform you of its death? When the oh-so-expensive paintings he hung up on the home you shared turned out to be fake, who was going to say the love he held high was to be long-lasting? And if it wasn't long-lasting, then who was going to argue against the counterfeit feelings a con man gave you? 

It was meant to last for centuries but instead, all the love he gave you and the life he threw away would only turn out to be folk stories that will be told to some fools as warnings. 

When all goes from colour to black and white like the films he oh so enjoyed alongside you during winter storms, who will save you and bring you back to life?

---- "Lovie, I'm home," he says as he drops his bags on the floor by the door. "Y/N?" He calls again and you creep from the stairs with caution. Once your eyes meet him, he smiles and walks up to you, engulfing you in his arms. This is all you need, all that a hopeless romantic like you needs is him and his sweet words.

---- "I'll marry you, I swear that I will and when I do, I will do anything to keep you," he says before kissing your forehead. 

---- At dinner he holds your hand under the table, and watches as his mates talk but when he looks at your adorable face and then he leans in and kisses your cheek. 

----

Were there signs all along?

You can see it, the piano plays, and he waits for you as you walk to him in a dress that calls for you to become the centre of attention. You can nearly hear the vows he'd say. The nervous glances he'd steal and how he'd smile from how anxious and excited he was to finally say he has a woman like you turned into his wife and his forever best friend. 

You shut your eyes, wishing to forget about all the times you were so close to being his missus. God, why must forgetting him be torture? You almost had it all with him. Picket fence, family dog, children's laughter and him chasing the kids around the backyard.

----

"Simon!" you laugh as he carries you to the kitchen. Three hours of laughter, cooking, wine-filled glasses, kisses, side hugs, words of affirmation and yet, no one but you was more love-struck in that moment. Looking back, you have second-hand embarrassment from all the times you swore he was your all. 

----

Your sobs shut the memories down. 

Three days passed, and he never came back for any of his belongings. 

One month of staying in your home. One whole fucking month where all you did was walk around the walls you once saw the love drip down from. One month where all you did was stay in bed, barely eat and stay in silence when all the tears ran out whilst the numbness fills your soul.

Is it time to move on? But to move on from the love of your life is the toughest thing one weak heart can't do so easily. The counterfeit feelings died...so why are you still staying at the cemetery?

Oh darling, don't lift that shovel. You can't unbury and check the pulse of someone...something that died three months ago. Let it rest, the road is dead and so is it. But if you look at the headstone maybe it'll bring some relief.

----

"Don't leave, okay?" you ask through teary eyes after waking from a terrible dream. "I'll never leave, lovie," Simon says as he wraps his arms around you and kisses the top of your head. 

----

What a stupid fucking goodbye. Why must it be so colourless? But then again, he loves black-and-white films. 

----

"But...you promised, Si," you ask through teary eyes. "I'm sorry, lovie– Y/N," he corrects himself. "Simon you said you'd never leave, what happened?" you ask and by then, all he knew died and he looked at you with cold eyes. "Never mind all that," he grabs his coat and you watch him leave. 

----

That day, that gloomy day will be engraved in your memory. Even now when you sit by that same window you still see it. Simon Riley was the love of your life and now, he is the loss of your life. 

Y/N & Simon

2018-2024

Lovers, friends, a peaceful place where two people hid. 

A tragic Shakespearean story that now is buried under a weeping willow tree. 

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[utterlyotterlyx]

Hiii <3 Could you do number 4 from the prompt list with Eris? It's my first time asking for a prompt or anything so i hope this isn't rude. 😅

Aw my loveeeee it isn't rude! Request your little heart out <3

I've already done 4 but I'll do it again for you with a different spin on it.

Can't Keep My Hands To Myself

Modern!Eris x Reader

Summary - It's no secret that Eris has always wanted you, and now he has the perfect excuse to get up close and personal.

Warnings - slight pining, some fluff, swearing, hand fetish

The sun bounced off of the hood of Cassian's car, and if you looked closer you could have sworn you could see wisps of steam rising from the matte black finish.

Folding your arms over your chest, you huffed, already knowing what was coming as soon as you'd point out a certain problem.

It had been Elain's idea to go to the coast that day, mainly so that you could all go to the theme park that ran along the beach, all being yourself, Elain and Lucien, Nesta and Cassian, and Eris. The latter of which was leaning against the hood of Cassian's vehicle with a sly grin written on his lips, sunglasses low on his nose, and hands bundled into his pockets.

Eris Vanserra was the bane of your existence, the cocky son of some noble lord in England who had moved to your state for college and had set an unfortunate eye on you. The heir could have anyone he wanted, but he was too busy chasing you to notice.

Eris had crashed one too many of your dates, and when you had made it clear that he needed to stop being an alphahole, he would slyly quip that none of the men you allowed into your life deserved you. He would always show his face at Elain and Lucien's apartment when you were there, which made you certain that one of them, probably Lucien, was sending him updates whenever you would show up. Eris stuck to your side when the entire circle decided to go out, whether that be bowling or dinner, or even clubbing, Eris was always reluctant to leave your side.

Possessive bastard.

You had lost count of how many times exactly you had denied his advances. It wasn't that you weren't attracted to him, you'd be foolish not to be, but you didn't really fancy ensuing a relationship with a future lord, you quite liked your life the way it was.

You majored in architecture, you had always appreciated the beauty of buildings and landscapes, you had travelled Europe and spent weeks in Paris where you sketched and redesigned buildings until your heart was full and bursting with inspiration. There was nothing you couldn't create.

Life as a lady didn't appeal to you, but life as an architect travelling the world and creating masterpieces very much did.

So, you made it your mission to deter the heir in whatever way you could, from cold shoulders to harsh quips, but it only seemed to spur him on more.

Eris stood before you, red hair perfectly styled into pushed back waves, looking far too good in his black jeans and open collared black shirt, a thin chain hung around his neck which matched the bracelet on his wrist, rings littered his fingers and you found your gaze drifting to his hands, hands you had thought about often when you were alone. You imagined them running through your hair and pulling at it, you imagined them around your throat, you imagined his fingers drifting along your thighs and gripping the skin there.

It was so sinful how much you thought of Eris' hands.

The door opened behind you and you rolled your eyes at the Archeron sisters who walked ahead of both Cassian and Lucien, who both looked exhausted from their bickering already.

Unfurling your arms from your chest, you pulled down the edge of your tennis skirt and tucked in a loose section of the deep green polo you adorned, "About time," you told them, "I'm baking out here."

"I know a place that could cool you down," Eris drawled from behind you, and you turned your head slightly to see him at your shoulder, looking down on you with his usual longingly seductive eye, "You, me, the Swiss alps on skis."

"Sounds positively awful," you smiled sickly sweet at him before moving your attention elsewhere, "I also hate to state the obvious but there are only five seats in Cass' car, and there's six of us," you motioned between the circle you had all formed and shrugged.

"What if you-"

You held your hand up in front of Eris' face, shushing him into silence, "If you're really about to suggest that I sit on your lap, I will kill you."

Cassian threw his head back and laughed, a howling one that filled you with pride as he walked to the driver side of his car, "Hate to break it to you Princess, but you don't have a choice."

"Why me?! Surely it makes more sense for Elain and Lucien to cuddle up?"

Elain ticked her tongue against the roof of her mouth, flinging the passenger door open, "It's my birthday so no, plus Lucien injured his knee at baseball practice so he needs to be able to stretch it out. Sorry, Y/N," Elain wiggled her eyebrows at you and dipped into the car, no doubt securing her spot in the middle seat.

Scowling, you turned to Eris who had never looked happier, fluttering your eyes in annoyance, you pointed at him, "Don't get any ideas, Vanserra."

Eris threw his hands up in mock surrender but the smirk didn't leave his lips as he spoke, "Wouldn't dream of it, y/l/n."

It took you a few moments to become settled in his lap, and you cursed yourself for allowing yourself to be friends with bright and shiny Elain, if you hadn't then you wouldn't be sat on some heirs lap, nestled on his thighs like some kind of trophy.

As soon as you were comfortable, you propped your feet on Elain's lap which she was happy to hold since you drew the short straw, and you leaned back onto the doorframe, half on the body of the interior and half on Eris.

His scent was earthy, wafts of pine and freshly blown out matches, you knew he smelled good, but you didn't realise how much.

Eris draped one of his arms over your legs and the other around your waist, and you couldn't exactly bark at him to fuck off when they were the only two places that his hands could go. His fingers delicately danged off of your thighs, his fingertips lightly brushing against your skin with every bump in the road, the coolness of his bracelet clashing against the warmth of your skin.

If only his fingers could go a little higher, and just grab the flesh of your thigh...

No, y/n.

Elain had convinced the car to play a game, a game that you and Eris had quickly denied, you were both quite happy with the silence. That is until you felt him frown and lean over slightly to peer at something, his fingers drifted along the hem of your skirt and he lifted it slightly to take a peek.

Your gaze found him, his russet eyes darkened with intrigue, "I didn't know you had a tattoo," he hummed, allowing his eyes to trace along the swirls of black ink that created an arrangement of delicately drawn roses and geometric shapes that encased your entire hip.

Cassian's car hit a bump and you jolted on Eris' lap, his arms instinctively wrapped around you to keep you in place as your head hit the roof of the car, "Sorry, y/n. These roads are awful," Cassian apologised, one hand on the wheel and the other gripping Nesta's jeaned thigh, rubbing soft circles into the fabric whilst she idly read her book in the front passenger seat.

If that were you, your soul would no doubt be going feral.

Then you felt it, you felt his had travel from your waist to your unbound hair, he ran his fingertips along your scalp and rested his palm on the top of your head, "Are you okay?"

It took you a moment to reply, trying to control the shivers that spread in your soul like wildfire at his touch in the place you had dreamt of, "Yeah, 'm good," your tone was relaxed as he worked his fingertips into the crown of your head, kissing away any pain from the jolting force that had pushed against it.

"Do you like that?" Eris purred, and luckily no one was paying attention to either of you, Nesta was reading, Cassian was driving, and Elain and Lucien were looking out of the window of the travelling car talking about whatever animals they saw in the clouds.

"It might feel nice," you admitted bashfully, knowing you couldn't lie to the sly fox whose eyes always found you no matter how far apart you were in a room.

Eris let out a low hum, tilting his head to the side as his fingers slid from your scalp and rested on the back of your neck, "You're a touch starved little thing, aren't you?"

"No," it came out a little harder than what you had intended it to, but he wasn't wrong, especially when he was the reason that you were so touch starved and basking in his affection.

Eris chuckled, seeing straight through you as always, as his hand ghosted down your spine whilst his other found your thigh and gave it a gentle squeeze, smirking as you wiggled on his lap, "Careful sweetheart, you have no idea how close I am to losing it," his voice was a rough whisper in your ear, he knew exactly what effect he had on you.

"I can't help it."

"I know, you have no idea the effect you have on me," his finger grazed down the earring that dangled against the curve of your jaw.

"Oh?"

Eris hummed, "One date, y/n. It's all I ask."

"Eris..."

His digits slipped between your thighs and he traced circles into the skin he found there, "Just one. Let me show you the life we can live together. Please?"

You weren't sure if it was his deep tone or his hands on your body that made your mind foggy, but he had convinced your head and heart to agree. Moving your head to meet his eye, you narrowed your own and pursed your lips, "Fine. One date. Make it worth my time, Vanserra."

Eris' whisky amber eyes glistened in the sunlight, "I think you forget how well I know you sweetheart. You're not a coffee date girl, or a movie date girl, you're not a hiker either. You're a dreamer, I see you all of the time looking at the stars, I see the heavens in your art, I see the sky in your eyes. I think I know the perfect way to make sure you never entertain anyone other than me."

The confidence he radiated made your thighs clench together, an act that didn't go unnoticed by him as his eyes darkened again with desire, he licked his lips, throwing his head back as you squirmed on his thighs again and did his best to suppress the moan bubbling in his throat.

"One chance, Vanserra. Make the most of it."

Eris straightened his posture and winked at you, letting his hands roam freely over your back and thighs, "One chance is all I need."

Authors Note

Just a short little drabble - I did a 13 hour shift today and your girl is TIRED.

[surshica]

OH MY GOD. I JUST NEED A FIC WITH DRUNK CHISHIYA OR READER CUS RHAT SOUNDS SO FUN

anyways i hope ur doing well babes ♪( ´▽｀)

PEACHES !

request: drunk!chishiya x gn!reader

genre: drunken fluff

warnings: mentions of alcohol — hungover chishiya — fluff — swearing — mentions of wanting to throw up

A/N: when i first saw this i thought of drunked love by beyoncé HAHAHA. DRUNKENNN LOVEEEEE

— DRUNK!CHISHIYA x GN!READER

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there was a pounding on the door making you groan, you were in sweats and a tank top; it was your lazy day and the fact someone was ruining it by pounding in your door—hated it. having to pause your show you got up walking over to the door.

opening the door there was chishiya. “chishiya what are you doing here?” your eyebrow quirked up, a deep inhale was all you needed—a string scent of alcohol was evident. making you want to the throw up, you didn’t even wait for him to open his mouth; dragging him into the small living room closing the door behind you.

seating him down on the couch, you crouched down doing the asian squat. “chishiya. chishiya.” you waved your hand in front of his face trying to see if he was drunk or hungover. a small hm escaped, it was short yet low.

a smile crept on your face, resting your arms around your knees; “i’m so hungry” his words were slurred causing you to laugh at him, his face was red in the face you found it quiet funny. “never would i have expected you to be the type to get drunk on a thursday night.” there were some cut on peaches on your coffee table, you picked one up with the fork bringing it to chishiya’s mouth.

“ah.” you sound pressing the peach againts his lips. he opened his lips slightly to get a some bite out of the peach. “you need to eat more of the peach chishiya. i can’t have you throwing up all over my couch”

he ended up eating the whole peach on the fork giving you an annoyed look, “why are you looking at me like that? i’m feeding you a peach cut me some slack.” you huffed picking up another peach pressing it against his lips.

“do you have anything else?” he mumbled making you shake your head, “i’ll get you something else when you finished the peaches.” you smiled trying to liven the mood. he sighed eating the peach in the fork.

“seriously though why are you the shuntaro chishiya a workaholic, drunk on a thursday night.” you picked up another peach holding it infront of your face; staring into chishiya’s drunken unsteady eyes. “i was..out?? with friends.” he sounded confused himself as to why he was drunk.

you had sighed with a smile on your face, feeding him another peach. “this is hopeless” you snickered grabbing the last piece of peach on your plate; “last one.” he ate the last peach watching your every moment, from when you put the fork down on the plate and from the moments you walked to the small kitchen grabbing a waterbottle for him.

“this is for you, chishi” you had handed him a waterbottle, he had a thin lip smile on his face take a sip of the water. he tried to say something but his words kept slurring and hiccups kept escaping his lips. “you’re trying to talk but it’s not working” you smacked your lips trying to contain your laughter; it was like watching a toddler trying to walk again.

closing his eyes he breathed slowly as if he was tired and wanted to go to sleep, “hmm someones tired~” you teased walking to a closet that was stored with blankets and pillows. laying chishiya down on the couch to frappes a fluffy blanket over him,

“there you go sleeping beauty.” you sighed putting your hands on your hips. you had walked to turn off the lights in the kitchen and living room—due to the fact chishiya was drunk and couldn’t fucking speak, it was best to not leave him alone. sitting across from him in a smaller single seater couch-chair.

a pillow was draped warmly around your body as you scrolled through tiktok, you felt the need to stay up so chishiya doesn’t do anything stupid. occasionally looking at the rolling around chishiya.

“ynnnn…”

“hm??”

“i feel like…i’m going to throw up…” he sat up hand on his head. he was fucking dizzy.

“oh my god..” you scowled grabbing a mini trash can putting it next to chishiya

“nevermind i was just dizzy” he cheeky smiled before lying back down cozying up to the blanket

“…what.”

chishiya had done that so many times it became an hourly habit, he felt like he was going to throw up/he was hungry/he was hot/he was cold/he was thirsty. most of it was fine until chishiya started to strip off his clothing because he was too hot.

the mental panic made you stop him before he could even think abt taking off his pants, he was a lot when drunk. looking at the time it was almost 8 am and you got zero sleep. none; but me sleeping beauty over here got plenty.

a yawn came out of his mouth as he got up and looked around the room, a pounding headache caused him to clench his jaw; he looked at the couch’s to see if there was anyone and to his surpise it was a sleep deprived yn.

“damn you look like shit.” he laughed at your state, little red angry expression marks were visible. scrunching your nose you look at him pulling out the middle finger, “you were the reason of me looking like shit. don’t even get me started on everything you said when—“

“shut up.”

“no you made me suffer, also you are a different breed when drunk.”

“i didnt drink that much though? and i don’t know how the fuck i got me to your place.”

“hey blondie news flash you were blacked out drunk.”

“oh.”

“yeah ‘oh.’ now i’m..” you yawned “really tired and really hungry..but someone’s needy ass wanted me up all night.” you huffed ruffling your hair; you walked over to sit next to chishiya. while you thought you were walking fine…the walk was rather lopsided.

“respectfully chishiya i hate you—don’t get drunk again.” your eyebags were dark, a frown was shown apon his lips; the silence was rather ahem loud. it wasn’t awkward it was actually comfortable.

the noise of your stomach grumbling made the silence break, chishiya lifted his eyebrow taking out his phone from his pocket, “do you want me to order some food??” he said already opening up doordash, a grumble escaped from your lips; he took that as a yes.

“what do you want to eat??” “[insert your favorite food]” you exclaimed happily for a few seconds then going back to your grumbly expression. “figured..”he whispered tapping his phone for a while, “alright i ordered the food.”

no witty remark or huff or grumble escaped your lips causing chishiya to look over at you. a chuckle left his lips seeing you in your passed out state. “well since you took care of me its only right i take care of you.” he nodded to himself throwing a blanket over you.

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[lilacgaby]

As someone who is head over heels for Bokuto from Haikyuu, can I pls request Bokuto with an s/o who's scared of thunderstorms pls?? Thank you!!

title: after the storm when the flowers bloom.

pairing: bokuto x fem!reader

summary: you've been scared of thunder since you were young, after your boyfriend found out after a date went wrong, he knew he'd always be there for you.

(a/n: loosely based off my memory of that one ohshc episode, also i too loveeeee bokuto <3)

you were huddled under a bench, curled up into a ball as you shook when hearing the thundering of the bolts outside.

it was a picture perfect day for you and koutaro just moments ago, the sun shining brightly, sharing a cone of ice cream before clouds came out of no where. they were dark and fluffy, you knew they meant a heavy storm, but koutaro waved it off, saying it'd be fun to be in the rain.

as he jokingly prounced around, the rain started to come.

first in sprinkles, then it came down harder than you two expected.

you didn't have time to explain your fear before the first strike came down, feeling close to you.

your ice cream was now forgotten on the floor as you rushed into the first building you saw, you huddled behind something, your hands over your ears as you shut your eyes.

koutaro stood there confused, his shirt staring to get damp from the rain drops. he followed after your trail, to find you shaking, terrified of the natural destruction that was occurring.

he was moving before even he processed it, caging you in his arms as he held you through the storm.

you didn't need to explain it to him, he just understood.

you knew he understood in the way he'd been an avid checker of the weather now, checking it himself or asking people about the chances of storms.

you knew he understood in the way he'd put the movies you two were watching louder, blocking out the thunder that would startle you.

you knew he understood in the way that if you were caught outside with him that he'd take your attention off by acting even more over the top then usual, sticking his headphones in your ears as he'd act like a mime.

if you got startled from a random strike that came out of no where, he'd say he'll fight the literal clouds for you. would start squaring up and punching the air until you told him to stop.

it's now progressed into him staying wary of rain too, saying how he was oh so sorry that you'd have to stay home today, for there was a chance of rain. but the smile on his face as he flung himself into your side showed he was just happy to be stuck to you.

he'd try to convince you to overcome your fear, but only once. if you really were against it he'd drop it, especially if you had another bad reaction.

from storms come flowers, and storms only revealed how much koutaro is willing to do to make sure you're happy and safe.

[strniohoeee]

Chris with a rockstar girl who sings and plays electric guitar 😏 like she’s very confident and can make him weak in the knees!!… also I love all your stories and writings 🫶🏻❤️

Her

Pairing: Chris Sturniolo X Female Reader

Synopsis: Chris is madly in love with his rockstar girlfriend, and can’t stop obsessing over her🎸

Warning⚠️: None, it’s pretty short sadly. I wasn’t sure if it was supposed to be smutty. I felt like not really but IDK🥹I still hope you enjoy tho!

Song for the imagine: Feel Good Inc.- Gorillaz

Chris POV

She was hot….so fucking hot. She was mysterious and dark, mean but nice. She was my wildest dreams in living flesh. She could make me crumble just by the way she looked at me. She was so powerful, and she was all mine.

I wasn’t too sure how I got her, I was the total opposite of her. I was foolish, dumb and oftentimes seen as immature. She liked all this about me, and I wasn’t too sure why when she was the textbook definition of Divine Feminity.

I would say we were the black cat and golden retriever stereotypical couple. I just followed her around with hella heart eyes as she ran everything. Confidence oozing out of her pores. Most people didn’t think we were dating, but she always put it out there.

“Who’s he?” Some random band guy would ask

“That’s my boyfriend and his names Chris” she would respond with a blunt expression

Most times they would scurry away at her demeanor. She was very confident and powerful, but she was the sweetest most loving girl I’ve ever spoken to. She had my heart melting constantly.

She was a singer and played the electric guitar. She was part of a band that was pretty popular in our area. Always playing gigs, and I tagged along. Cheering her on from the front row, or from backstage. I loved my baby

Her voice when she sang….sent chills down my spine. For someone who was soft spoken with me she sure knew how to make her voice hoarse and raspy as she sang. Sending chills throughout my whole body.

The way her fingers worked quickly against the guitar, and how her head went back as she held a note. I was ready to drop to my knees for her.

Her dark red lips…so plump staining the microphone as she sang every song. The way her long hair flowed as she moved around. Her tattooed arms shining bright against the lights reflecting down on her. The way her veins would stand out in her neck as she would hit one specific note in one specific song. It was my favorite song, and she was my favorite singer.

I would find my jaw slack, my pupils blown and my knees weak. She was so fucking beautiful.

The way she ran her hands through her hair sent shock waves through my brain. How could I possibly be dating someone as talented and gorgeous as her.

I was beyond head over heels for this girl, and I couldn’t figure out how to control myself.

I was at one specific show right now standing on the sidelines watching her.

She was currently doing a cover of DONTTRUSTME by 3OH!3. The way her voice flowed through my brain, I swear I was being hypnotized. How does one cover a song, and make it sound so fucking sexy.

After her set she went backstage, and I met her there

“Amazing show baby” I said walking in

“My loveeeee thank you” she said smiling bright and opening her arms for a hug

“I swore I was hypnotized” I said kissing her

“I try” she said winking at me

Fuck she was making me weak in the knees just by winking at me.

“So beautiful and sexy and dark” I said to her biting my lip

“Ouu you might want to watch how you speak, or I’ll act out” she said looking at me shyly

“Maybe you should” I said looking her her through half lidded eyes

“I have another set in five minutes baby” she said pouting

“Noo” I said pulling her in for another kiss

“I know baby, but later on tonight” she said winking

“Mmm yes watching you for another hour will work me up some more” I said rubbing my hands down her sides, snaking my arms around her back and giving her ass a squeeze

“Behave now” she said looking up at me

“I am…I promise” I said looking down at her

“Let me finish this set, and I’ll make all your wishes come true” she said running her hand down my chest

“Sounds amazing” I said winking at her

She got ready for her next set, and I sat there watching her in a trance. God this was the woman for me.

The End

I hope you guys enjoyed this one I’m sorry it was short. I wasn’t too sure how to make it super long. I’m not really experienced as far as like a rockstar girlfriend😭😭

-J💅🏽

[statticscribbles]

Summary: Angel Dust/Reader; Alastor/Reader Charlie opens a gym (slight human au??)

Angel doesn’t like going to the gym but Charlie had been so excited about the opening of her new place, she said he’d give him completely free reign if he wanted to set a pole dancing class.

He’s not expecting much when he puts the poster up on the corkboard. Everyone is always more interested in Alastor’s water workouts. So when Angel walks into class one day to see you standing there, in what’s probably nothing more than over glorified underwear; dripping wet and Alastor smirking at him.

“Y/N wanted to join up, not to late to dance?”

“Soaking wet; ruining the floors, get changed.” Angel snaps just to have something to say and to avoid staring at you too long. Alastor already noticed and smirks.

“Y/N doesn’t have anything else to change into, only brought this for my class and the usual civy clothes.” Angel can feel Alastor’s smirk burning in the back of his head as he walks to the pole at the front of the room. The rest of the students are watching as as he cues the music he tries not to think too much about how you’ll be moving.

“Thank you soooo much for signing up!!!” Charlie, the woman who’s the owner of the entire company, not just the franchise location is beaming at you and if you weren’t so interested in the variety of classes they offered you’d be a little worried it was some sort of scheme.

“So you can do your swimming with Alastor! And then go to Angels new class!!! You’re going to loveeeee it! The demo he did with us is super great!!” She’s practically bouncing behind the desk and another woman nudges her to the side.

“Don’t wanna be late Y/N.” She grins and you recognise Vaggie, you’re not used to seeing her with her hair up.

“Thanks Vaggie.” You grin and wave as you rush towards the pool area.

Swimming is finished and your realize that the first pole dancing class is right now; you only have the swimsuit you’re wearing or the clothes you’ve come in with, and you don’t want to get them super sweaty or risk ripping them if you fall or skid on the ground.

Angel, as he’s being called, is grinning when Alastor practically throws you to the front of the class. 

“Good luck.” Alastor mumbles into your ear as Angel turns and music starts to play.

“Follow my moves as best you can; let me know how you like the music.” Angel winks and as you listen to the song you can recognise his voice.

“—-But we're already past that phase

This is a brand new start—--” You follow his voice and watch how his hips sway. You know this really will be a brand new start.

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[d8nielaa]

gotta show my man Brent/Darrysome love, could you do one where reader is Darry's girlfriend and he's trying to keep the relationship from soda and pony bc like dead parents ouch trauma, but soda and pony find out and they really like you

-🍓🫐

Authors Note: omg anon yes!!! gotta give my hardworking boy darrel some loveeeee 🩷

Caught

Darrel "Darry" Curtis x fem!reader

(Reader referred as "You", & "Baby")

Darry was stressed. He was always stressed. It'd be weird if he wasn't. He was either getting home late, worrying about the bills and cooking dinner, while making sure Ponyboy was doing his homework and doing well in school. It was a lot. Taking over and becoming head of the family, was a lot. Especially for a 20 year old. He had a whole life ahead of him. He was gonna go to college and play football, but due to the unfortunate circumstances, he couldn't. which is why Ponyboy and Sodapop started getting suspicious when Darry suddenly started to seem so calm and relaxed and.. happy? Darry counted down the days until Saturday, where he had the day off and was planing to see you. His baby. His everything. The one person besides Sodapop who could make him grin like never before.

The two of you met at a grocery store. Darrel was getting the stuff to make chocolate cake, you were getting groceries for the week. You two just so happen to be in the same aisle, and right next to each other. He dropped his list, but before he could grab it, you bent down and picked it up. Glancing down at the list, you noticed the specific ingredients and smiled. It was a sweet smile, one that Darry had never seen before. That was the smile he fell in love with.

"Chocolate cake?" You asked, that sweet smile on your face as you extended your hand, the list waiting to be grabbed by Darrel. The Curtis boy instantly became nervous.

"Y-yeah I'm, makin' it for my brothers. They love that stuff, can't get enough of it." He had replied, a shy smile on his face. Clearly, he was flustered.

"Well, if I were to give you advice.. don't use so many dry ingredients. You wanna keep it moist. maybe add a cup of milk instead of water, and an egg or two. That should make it better."

It's safe to say he got your house number by the end of that conversation.

Most of the time, he came over to your place late at night. His brothers already knew that he got home later because of work, so they didn't think anything of it.

The two of you mostly talked, or ate dinner. And made out.. Actually that happened every time he came over. Today was no different. Actually it kind of was because you had come over to the house. Ponyboy and Sodapop were out with the rest of the gang at the Nightly Double. The two of you were on the couch, which was the first mistake. Making out like always, Which was the second mistake. He was on top of you, your hands in his hair while his rested on your thighs, keeping your legs secured around his waist. You didn't hear the door open; neither did Darry. You two were so caught up in the moment that you didn't hear anything. Not until someone cleared their throat awkwardly. The two of you slowly pulled away, turning your heads to see non other than Ponyboy and Sodapop. Standing there. With shocked looks on their faces.

"Darry?" Sodapop said after an awkward moment of silence.

"Who is this?" Ponyboy said this time, looking at you with a confused expression on his face. You looked at Darry, feeling a little awkward and guilty at his younger brothers reaction.

"I should go-" You mumbled, moving to get off the couch, but you couldn't because Darry stopped you.

"No wait." He said, holding your hand and giving you a soft, reassuring squeeze. Darry looked up at you, his eyes asking for permission. To introduce you to his brothers. After seeing the look in his eyes, you couldn't say no. So you nodded your head yes, giving him the green light.

"Boys..this is my girlfriend." Darry said, gesturing towards you. You in return, gave a small wave while standing up.

"It's nice to meet you. it's nice to meet you both." You had said, pulling Ponyboy in for a soft hug. He tensed under your touch for a moment, but the way you spoke and moved around. It was so simple and elegant. Almost like a mother. He didn't wanted to scare you away. So the 14 year old returned the hug, causing you to smile softly. You then let go and moved on to Soda, who was way more welcoming to the hug. After a moment, Soda pulled away.

"Darry's told me so much about you both." You said with a smile, that same sweet smile that Darry had fallen in love with.

After a while, you eventually got to meet the gang. The people who they considered family. They all came to adore you, especially Ace. She looked up to you since you were a bit older, and was glad to have another girl around.

You took care of the boys (plus Ace), like they were your own. With the help of Darry of course. At some point, Two-Bit jokingly started calling you both "Mom & Dad", and it just stuck. Especially with Ace and Johnny. They both really looked up to you and often sought you out whenever they needed comfort. They had become like your family, willing to do anything to keep you safe and happy. Darry always smiled at this, glad that his brothers and makeshift family approved. It was like ever since that day where the two of you had been caught, he fell in love with you even more.

Authors Note: I loved writing this request because I finally got to write about the Curtis brothers!! The casting is just perfect I swear!!! please keep the request coming, I'm happy to fulfill them!! lots of love, dani 🩷

[yae-energy]

“you like my hair?” pt2: 2 fast 2 furious

synopsis: what i think their favorite hairstyles would be

cast: megumi fushiguro, yuji itadori, nobara kugisaki

cw: nword usage

a/n: LMAOO,,, anyways here’s pt2 cause i had fun making the first part. def had to redo some of these cause tumblr aint save my draft 🖕🏽. there most def will be a pt3

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megumi - bantu knots

- loves them (and for obvious reasons these shits cute asf)

- lwk doesn’t comprehend how your hair even stays like that without unraveling or smth so whenever you’re doing your hair he just watches you like:

👁️ 👁️

- like damn my nigga back up 😭

- mf will literally be taking notes so he can learn how to do your hair, that way you don’t gotta “abandon him” so someone else can do your hair

- be watching them yt tutorials while he tries to practice on an olddddd doll gojo got tsumiki

- whenever he goes over to your house he tries to be all sneaky and goes through all your products so he can see what you use the most and stock up on it at his house

- gets shy when he asks gojo to take him to your favorite hair store cause that mf can’t keep his mouth closed to save his life

- genuinely thinks you look so mesmerizing, esppp with your edges done

- it’s so classy to him 🤷🏽‍♀️

- i also think he’d really loveeeee finger waves

- bro will start barking and acting a fool

- reminds him of a mermaid

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yuji - natural locs

- don’t get him started (me too dawg 😔)

- he don’t even know where to start

- loves how soft they look

- loves loves lovessss when you add little accessories like beads and stuff

- helps you retwist your hair

- cause what nigga finna be touchin all his his lady head???? he’s not a fan of that

- his favorite loc style is the half up half down two ponytails (iykyk 🤷🏽‍♀️)

- lovesssss when you 2 strand twist them

- also loves the curly look

- if you threaten to comb them out bro will start HOLLERING

- like ofc you can do wtv with your hair but he just loves your locs

- smells the loc gel

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nobara - wash n’ go’s

- it’s efficient and she’s all about efficiency

- even if the actual wash day itself takes hours 😭

- thats ok tho!

- she’s absolutely in love with your curls like omgggg

- loves when you do puffs cause she thinks they’re just so simple and cute

- like you can never go wrong with a puff

- also doesn’t mind slick backs but knows all that gel prob isn’t good for your hair and it makes her worried LOL

- ESP LOVES TWIST/BRAID OUTS

- the curl definition just be so immaculate

- after you finish your hair she takes a bunch of pictures to post

- takes you out as a treat cause wash days be so tiring

- cleans up all your stuff when you’re done cause you alr did so much work, she knows them arms are tired 😔

- lwk is surprised you aren’t a damn body builder by now

- asks if she can help detangle your hair

- makes sure to be real gentle incase you’re tender headed

- is always showing you a style she saw somewhere and asks if you can try it out on your hair

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DOLL I NEED ANYTHING W SODA (anything tht ur heart desires loveee) 😍💞

↳can i get a kiss?₊˚✧

➬ sodapop x reader

a/n;HI LOVEEEEE OMFG<333 IM MAKING A FIC WHERE SODAPOP LEGIT FALLS INLOVE WITH READER BC I LOVE THOSE FICS

real hot day in oklahoma, you were almost melting.

you were gonna just, chill in your yard all day. no real plans, honestly.

you walked into the DX, hoping for at least a cold coke..or some chips. you couldn’t be that picky.

but when you walked in?? sodapop had fucking heart eyes. he almost started floating with harps playing in the background.

honestly, soda was hoping you’d be quick so you’d come to the register faster.

and luckily, you were.

grabbed your favourite drink and chips and you were done!

you walked to the register where you seen a really, really, cute dude working there.

“heyy!! is this all?”

“yeah.”

he asked—way to cheery for a job as a cash register in a place with no air conditioning.

when he finished ringing you up, you pulled out your wallet.

“hey, it’s on the house. okay?”

on the house?

huh, nice. you really can’t complain about free stuff.

“thank you, uh..”

you wanted to thank him personally, but you couldn’t.

he wasn’t wearing his name tag—nor did he introduce himself.

“sodapop!”

“huh?”

odd name, you thought.

your reaction only made him smile even wider, for some reason…

“that’s my real name! pretty cool, huh? what’s yours?”

“y/n. lovely to meet you, sodapop.”

you said, smiling and waving as a goodbye.

as soon as you left, sodapop went running to steve.

“DID YOU SEE THAT REALLY PRETTY GIRL?!”

“what?”

sodapop sighed and rolled his eyes at his best friends confusion.

“the girl that just came in.”

“oh—yeah i saw her, why?”

steve asked, raising an eyebrow.

“well—wasn’t she jus’ stunning?! her voice almost made me weak in the knees!”

sodapop cooed about the girl. steve just thought he was being weird and went back to work.

for the next few days, sodapop worked the register. he didn’t like it that much, he just hoped to see you again.

and his hoping actually got him somewhere.

you went back to the DX for a coke, that’s it.

when sodapop seen you walk in, he sprung up out of his bored, laidback attitude and put on a cheerful one.

“y/n, right? nice to see you again!”

he said, basically shouting.

his smile was so bright, it was almost blinding.

but seeing him so happy, made you happy too. and you didn’t know why..maybe it was because he was nice?

you couldn’t find an answer to your own questions.

“it’s free, again! well—maybe not.”

“what do you mean?”

you asked, gently.

what does he mean? maybe not? is it free or is it not?

“it’d be real nice if you..gave me your number in exchange..?”

he said, or almost asked. he said it in such an awkward tone, but with such a goofy grin on his face.

you thought sodapop was a real looker and to be honest, you were quite bored yourself.

“depends, you got a pen?”

the boy perked up—searching every inch of the table for a pen, and he luckily found one.

he handed the pen to you, showing you his palm.

you grasped the pen and wrote your number in red ink on his palm.

“thanks.”

you said, walking out.

but just as you left—you could’ve sworn you heard a bunch of screaming. like a celebration of some sorts.

may 30th, 2023. 5:00PM.

[mugentakeda]

i just loveeeee the idea that there was a big gap of understanding between lu ten and iroh the same way theres a big gap of understanding between zuko and iroh. mistakes that iroh didnt realize he made with his son he then also made with his nephew and still not realizing it. a whole world of things about lu ten that iroh didnt know about, and will never know about. im gonna talk about it though because i am insane so look away from my cringe

lu ten had gone to his father with problems before, and iroh cant help but wonder, now, if his son had ever been trying to imply deeper things in between sugarcoated words because there were things you just didnt say in the palace, and irohs head had been so far up his ass he hadnt seen it. despite it being waved practically right in his face by his son, desperate for sound advice from his father, whos brain was too waterlogged by thoughts of how he was going to pull off his next bloody conquest. like how zuko was always howling for help, hurt and confused like a cornered animal, hidden deep under his fits of rage, and irohs head was Still so far up his ass that he kept meeting zukos silent begging for straightforward guidance with convoluted proverbs. he can sit here and bury his face in his hands in shame over the sheer amount of times hed failed his nephew without realizing, and how much convincing it'll take to get his nephew to understand that yes, iroh did fail him so many times, and he couldve prevented so much suffering simply by holding himself to the same standards he held his nephew to. all those times during those three years before the avatar returned that he couldve done something. sit here and think about how sad it is that he has to even try hard to convince his nephew such a thing, how sad it is that he finally got zuko to stop seeing ozai as some all-wise god that can do no error as a father, just for zuko to start seeing iroh as some all-wise god that has done no error as an uncle. but he can at least go and do something about it. he can never do something about what he did to his son. the things he knows he did, the things he doesnt know he did, and everything in between. he will never find out what lu ten truly thought about him. he will never have that reconciliation, that silent scream of relief and violent shiver in the crook of his neck that zuko gave when iroh yanked him in close after their separation, with his lu ten. he just has to hear about his own son through word of mouth and somehow be content with that. and worst of all, its all his own and his god damned family's fault. no amount of healing and learning by trying to do right by zuko and the world he helped nearly ruin not much more than a half decade ago can act as a balm for the agony that brings him. he knows healing his guilty conscience isnt supposed to even be a reason for why he helped the avatar, but god- it's when the rationality leaves him and he realizes that this is something he cant seem to make himself be the bigger person in. he knows its his own fault, that there are hundreds- thousands, maybe- of earth kingdom sons he personally stole from earth kingdom fathers, and only gave up on his siege when the consequences of his war came into his own backyard, but he cant help it. doesnt want to help it. hes still angry and hateful anyway. his son should still be here. his son should still be here. his son should still be here. and if he tells zuko about how much he still hates himself as both an uncle and a father, zuko will definitely rush to reassure him, all the while he is chained to his desk and meetings day in and day out, fixing this uncles mistakes best he can, losing sleep and forgetting to eat. none of it will mean anything to zuko, if it means he can make his uncle feel better. and if that happens, iroh might actually vomit in front of his nephew.