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talaok · 3 months

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Love your writing! Could we please do a cute pregnant reader x Pedro going to and at the SAG awards in honour of our boy winning! 🤍🙏🏼

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x pregnant!reader

a/n: this is how i found out he won btw. I'm so happy for him i cant even, I just love that fucking guy gosh ahhhh (as always this request skipped the line bc it wouldnt make sense in a month)

Gif credits: @tessas-thompson

"thank you" you told him as he emerged from underneath your bump after having slipped your shoes on for you.

Turns out that when you're 7 months and a half pregnant, the most basic tasks like putting on shoes become a two person job.

He only smiled, kissing your belly and then your lips before standing up, offering you a hand to do the same.

"Heels would have looked much better with this dress" you pouted, studying yourself in the mirror,

You hated ballerinas, but again, you weren't really in the condition to wear anything else.

"You look stunning sugar" he promised, kissing the crown of your head

You couldn't help but snort.

As much as he told you so over and over, together with everyone else in your life... you still struggled to see it, especially now in this uncomfortable dress.

"I look like a stuffed turkey" you sighed "and my boobs are so much bigger than when I first tried this dress, now they look a move away from spilling out"

His eyes twinkled with kindness, with love as he placed his hands on your waist and turned you towards him, away from your reflection.

"You're beautiful sweetheart" he promised, one hand now stroking your cheek as your own hands went to his waist "You're sexy and gorgeous and so fucking hot that if Coco wasn't still here I would demonstrate just how much right here right now" he growled, not giving you time to answer before he kissed you, soft at first, and then once you whimpered, it was like a switch turned and he was fiery and passionate and his left hand trailed to your ass and-

"Pedro!" you scolded him quietly, eyeing Coco on the other side of the room.

"she's seen worse"

She had.

Nonetheless, he took a step back, returning his hand to your waist.

"Thank you" you murmured, looking up into his hazel eyes "and by they way, you look very beautiful too"

You could have sworn you saw red staining his cheeks

"thank you baby"

You adjusted his shirt, as you got lost in your own mind.

There he was, you beautiful, talented, Emmy, golden globe and SAG award nominated husband, looking every bit as perfect as ever.

And just like that, tears pooled in your eyes

"what's wrong?" he asked, worried

"I just-" you sniffled, trying to fight the tears as your lips trembled "I-I'm so proud of you"

"aw sweetheart" he cooed, half laughing as he wrapped you into his arms.

He'd gotten used to it now, taking care of your over-emotional self was part of his daily routine.

"Y-you just" you cried "you worked so hard a-" another quiet sob "and n- now you're finally getting the recognition you deserve I-"

"I know baby, I know" he cooed, softly kissing the top of your head "thank you" he smiled, his fingers drawing soothing circles on your back "It means a lot to me too,"

"I love you" you murmured, finally raising your head to look at him

"I love you too honey" he kissed you, laughing softly as he pulled back to see tears still running down your cheeks "You're gonna cry the whole night, aren't you?"

"I made the makeup artist use only waterproof products" was your way of saying yes, yes I'm going to, and yes I've already planned ahead

He chuckled, kissing your forehead as his hands trailed to your bump, soft kicks hitting his palms.

"She's excited" he murmured

"She's proud of her daddy too"

__ __ __

Pedro Pascal.

Pedro P-

Your husband. they had called your husband.

It was probably comical from the outside, seeing the shock on both your faces as you stared blankly at each other, the way your mouth gaped open, while he slapped a hand onto his, it was like- it was like time had stopped, and the word went completely quiet, until- until-

"oh my god" you breathed, throwing your arms around him and hugging him so tight it probably hurt

He didn't dare speak a word as you leaned away, landing a kiss on his mouth as you gripped his face

"go" you laughed, grinning like an idiot as tears glimmered into your eyes "go" you urged again, this time, having him comply.

You watched every step, every move, until he was right in front of the microphone, his award in his hands.

"This is umh" he mumbled "This is wrong for a number of reasons-"

he was in shock, his voice trembling, his eyes watery, but he kept going

"b-but thank you hbo, Bella Ramsey, Craig Mazin, Neil Drukman, Frannie, and -" A shaky sigh fled his mouth, as he chuckled to himself "jeez louise I'm making a fool of myself and my wife is gonna make so much fun of me for it and-"

All the sudden his eyes were on you,

"my wife" he smiled, his smile brighter than the sun "I wanna thank my beautiful, amazing, intelligent, and perfect wife" he said "I love you y/n, I love you and our daughter more than anything in this world and if I'm here today- If I'm here today is mostly because of you"

You were shaking from how hard you were crying, from how happy, ecstatic, and euphoric you were for him.

"You've made me the happiest man on this earth, you've made me a dad, you- you're my everything sweetheart" he beamed "so thank you"

He stopped a moment, as if realizing only now this had all really happened

"And now I'm gonna stop talking 'cause I need to get down there to kiss you and try to make you stop crying" he laughed, ending his speech

"thank you, everybody, really, thank you"

__ __ __

He did exactly as he said,

he held you tight as he kissed you like the world was gonna end tomorrow, like if he didn't he was gonna die

And when he leaned away- when he leaned away time stopped once again, but as he pressed his forehead to yours, as you lost yourself in each other's eyes, you remembered

"You said it was wrong" you said, both your hands holding his face "but it's not" you shook your head, watching his eyes water "you deserve this baby, you do"

"sweetheart-"

"no" you shut him off, your voice hoarse from the sobs, but it didn't matter, you wanted him to know, you needed him to know "No I need you to understand that you do baby" You smiled "that you worked your ass off and that you deserve every single inch of this award" you took a deep breath, steadying your voice as you looked at him, so many unspoken words traveling between you

"ok?" you asked, finally

"ok" he beamed, kissing you again "God I love you so much"

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giftober · 8 months

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Hello everyone!! welcome to our 3rd round of Giftober!! 👋🪄

It´s so good to be back!! Last year event was fabulous so I really wanted to meet you all again finally!

If it´s your first time in this blog, I officially started this 2 years ago, with the idea that these October 31 prompts can specially inspire, encourage and support gifmakers across all fandoms!

HOW TO PARTICIPATE:

Reblog this post. (Optional but encouraged.) Create a gifset inspired by the daily prompts. Tag your posts with #giftober2023. Caption your gifsets with: @giftober 2023 | Day #: "prompt description". (Recommended.)

IMPORTANT:

Make your own gifs. (I won´t reblog reposted gifs or gifs taken from the Tumblr search.) No explicit content. All fandoms are welcome! As long as you all respect each other! ☝

(The prompt list written and more info under the cut.)

Any doubts you may have, you´re welcome to leave it in my 📧 inbox.

THIS EVENT STARTS ON OCTOBER 1ST and I can't wait to see all your creations! 💗

Ele :))

REMEMBER:

You don´t need to make all 31. You can make as much and as few as you want. And not exactly in order nor you have to post on time.

If you can´t exactly fit one of the prompt with your fandom, no worries! You can skip it or... modified it as your convinience, think of another prompt, do one from the 2021/2022 events instead! 😁

I know it might be a few others challenges in October, and make a daily set for a whole month sounds quite overwhelming, so please, don´t feel any pressure to complete this one! (in fact, you can combine prompts from other challenges!)

Since you don´t need to post in time, you can finish this after the month is over. Although I´ll check the tag less frequently then.

These prompts are completely up to your interpretation, but for any doubt, please, you´re welcome to ask me.

PROMPT LIST:

First meeting

Coffee/Tea

Mood

Eyes

Friendship

Red

Water

Funny

Shadows/Silhouettes

New

Pink

Cozy

Clocks

Reunion

Grief

Tropes

Mirrors

Romance

Green

Joy

Spring/Autumn

Yellow

Hands

Countries

Music

Teary

Old

Change

Backpacks/Handbags

Goodbye

Free choice

(Again, thanks @4marvels-universe for your help and patience! 💗)

Now, everyone in the following mentions and tags below are cordially invited to participate and/or to share this post so this can reach more fandoms. (thank you so much! 💗)

@sersi @luke-skywalker @anthonybrxdgerton @kamalaskhans @harrison-ford @edwards-teach @obiwan @daisyssousa @cutterpillow92 @safedistancefrombeingsmart @bcth-uk @lokihiddleston @oppienheimer @yellenabelova @cillianmurphy @scottxlogan @everythingsouthasian @mel-loves-all @sabinnewren @seth-lael @thelostsmiles @lastencoregraphics @suledins @mckiwixsylpha @ijustthinkevilunoisneat @madeline-kahn @arthurpendragonns @msmischief101 @simonghostrileys @avasillva @tomshiddles @henry-alex @eddiediaaz @carricfisher @piperhaliwell @cobiesmlders @linusbenjamin @bladesrunner @simoneashley @dani-clayton @annacoleman @ghouls-ghoul @tessas-thompson @trashcora @barbie-movie @tennant @cal-kestis @usercreate ❤

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sitp-recs · 18 days

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hello! thank you so much for all of your recs - i have found so many now beloved fics through your lists.

today i’m wondering about your favorite drarry smut fics where one of them just completely blows the other’s mind. fuck his brains out, kind of thing. any ideas?

You’re so welcome, anon 😊 Hehe what a great ask, love that for our boys! I really like these juicy gems:

Anything by @l0vegl0wsinthedark especially LFSQA (6k) Good Talk, Potter (7k) and

Anything by @lazywonderlvnd especially Aletheia (8k) and What’s My Age Again (12k)

Lucid by @dracoladon (4k)

Sex on Legs in Six-Inch Heels by Tessa Crowley (10k)

Moneymaker by @dictacontrion (16k)

Buy a Heart by xErised (17k)

Bonus: long fics that fit the bill

Inside Your Mind by @lazywonderlvnd (36k)

He Who Must Not Be Normal by lettered (41k)

I Am Not Who I Became by mab_di (93k)

#asks #anon #smut reclist #intense smut #blowing each others mind

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sassypossumm · 2 months

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Daggers and Coffee

You just wanted to be left alone to finish some work, when into you life walked a creep and two gorgeous Asgardians. Who'd have thought that your local coffee shop would just be having ALL of the drama today?

“Really, brother, I don’t see why you dragged me all the way to this dismal establishment.” Loki sniffed, folding his arms and throwing his brother a look of disdain. Thor merely chuckled and clapped Loki soundly on the back.

“You must learn to live for a different kind of adventure, Loki.” Thor clapped him on the back again, causing the slimmer man to stumble forward a step.

“None of our adventures ever included dreary coffee shops inhabited by a lower class of life form.” Loki hissed, brushing Thor’s hand off his shoulder and taking a step back. With another chuckle, Thor moved to stand at the back of the growing line to place his order. Clasping his hands behind his back, Loki moved to stand next to his brother, studying him out of the corner of his eye. “You have a motive for bringing me here, don’t you?” Thor’s eyes flickered to Loki before flitting back to the menu options. Loki narrowed his eyes. “Thor?” The taller man shifted nervously, clearly fighting the urge to meet his brothers heated stare.

“Sir, are you ready to order?” The bright voice of the barista at the register broke the tension of the moment, and Thor rushed towards the employee with a relieved smile.

“Ah, yes! What would you recommend,” Leaning forward he planted his hands on the counter and squinted to read her name tag. “Tessa?” The barista in question flushed at his attention.

“Well, sir,” Loki rolled his eyes and let his attention wander away from the barista that was now fawning over his brother. Turning his head, he regarded the patrons with an impassive expression. A pudgy balding businessman chewing some poor soul out on his phone, another man at a window table reading a book, and two other people sitting at the counter on the taller bar stools. Nothing of note caught his attention.

“Loki?” He turned his head to see a non-descript brown cup being shoved into his face. Loki looked from the cup to Thor’s expectant face.

“Thank you.” He said dryly, gingerly taking the beverage from his brother’s extended hand. Catching an unfamiliar pungent scent wafting from the partially opened lid, Loki eyed Thor suspiciously. “What is this?” Thor rolled his eyes.

“If I’d wanted to poison you, Loki, I would have chosen a more discreet method.”

“Could you have managed to think of something more discreet, brother?” Loki gave his brother a wry smirk. Thor chuckled again and shook his head.

“It’s simply a black coffee, Loki, nothing more.” With a shrug of his shoulders, Loki took a small sip of the ‘coffee’. Pungent, slightly bitter, stronger than some of the Midgardian beverages he’d sampled. He liked ‘coffee’, and he was just about to say as much to Thor when the movement at the counter caught his attention. The two people who had passed under his notice before were quickly becoming more interesting. “Are you ready to go, Loki?” Thor boomed into his attention. Loki held up a finger and motioned for Thor to be quiet.

“Just watch.” He said quietly, glancing over his shoulder at Thor. Turning back, he focused first on the woman, unassuming to his eye as Midgardian women went, busy typing away on her laptop minding her own business. It was the man’s action that really had caught his attention. He was steadily shifting and sliding so that his stool was slowly inching towards the unsuspecting woman. He had now positioned himself directly next to the woman.

“Hey.” The man tried. No response. Loki saw why, she had those little ear plugs in her ears he’d seen so many of the other Midgardian’s wearing. If he wasn’t mistaken, Thor called them ‘ear buds’. “Hello!” The man tapped her shoulder this time. She flinched. He pulled back slightly and chuckled as she pulled one of the buds from her ear.

“Can I help you?” She shifted away from the man’s hand that sat precariously near her arm.

“Hi.” The man leaned forward and gave her what Loki guessed he thought was an appealing smile.

“He knows nothing about wooing a woman.” Loki commented dryly taking another sip of the ‘coffee’.

“Can I help you.” She reiterated. The man ran a hand through his hair and, in a rather vulgar manner, let his gaze rake over her physique from head to toe, coming back to rest on her chest before letting his eyes meet her face again.

“My names Luke, and I’d like to buy you a cup of coffee.” The woman rolled her eyes.

“That’s very nice of you, Luke, but no thank you, and if you don’t mind, I’m kind of busy.” Motioning towards her laptop, she gave him a tight smile and moved to put the bud back in her ear. The man reached out and stopped her hand with his. Loki wrapped his fingers more tightly around the cup.

“Actually, honey, I do mind, I’ve given you my name now it’s your turn to give me yours.” The woman raised a brow at the way the man, ‘Luke’, had arrested her hand and had it pinned against the counter.

“I want you to release my hand, now, sir.” She said in a low voice, looking at ‘Luke’ with darkening eyes. Loki could sense Thor tensing behind him and reached out a hand to stop him from stepping in with his hero theatrics.

“Not here, brother.” He whispered. In truth he was intrigued to see how she planned to get out of this predicament. Would she call for help? Perhaps sense the presence of the ‘all powerful’ Thor and seek assistance?

“Now, honey-“

“My name isn’t ‘honey’, and I told you to get your hand off me.” She fairly hissed at the man. It didn’t take an observant eye to see the way ‘Luke’s’ fingers were biting into the skin of the woman’s hand.

“Loki, enough is enough.” Thor grumbled, moving to round his brother to confront the offender.

“Just another moment, Thor.” Loki had turned to stall his brother when a cry pierced the air. He whirled around just in time to see the woman calmly place the ‘bud’ back in her ear.

“You stabbed me!” ‘Luke’ shouted, clutching his hand.

“You can keep the pen.” The woman glanced at him blandly before turning back to her laptop. Loki chuckled. His eyes flickered to ‘Luke’, and he narrowed them when the worm took a step back into her space. Loki snapped his fingers, disappearing.

“You’re a-“

“That’s enough.” Loki reappeared in front of ‘Luke’ and grasped his shoulder. Leaning towards his ear he lowered his voice. “And I wouldn’t attempt to involve the authorities if I were you.” Pulling back, he brushed the mans shoulders off and gave his cheek a pat before Thor firmly grabbed the back of his jacket and steered him towards the doors. Turning, Loki looked down at the woman who was now staring at the pen.

“He forgot his pen.” She sighed, pushing the offending instrument away with a notebook. Loki bit back a chuckle and motioned towards the stool.

“Might I sit, warrior maiden?”

“Gopher it.” She shrugged and began reaching for her laptop, when she paused. “Did you seriously just call me ‘warrior maiden’?” Turning, she looked at Loki with a bemused expression. He smirked and folded his arms on the counter.

“Since I don’t yet know your name, it seems more fitting than what that worm attempted to call you.”

“Oh, that’s nothing, I’ve been called worse.” She chuckled, waiving off his comment.

“Midgardians.” He grumbled, reaching for his long-forgotten coffee. Taking a sip he hissed at the lukewarm liquid.

“Let me order you a new one.” She smiled, reaching for her purse.

“That’s not necessary.” He said, wincing internally at how sharp it had come out.

“I insist.” She narrowed her eyes at him and then paled a little at how harshly that had come out. “As a thank you.” Her features softened and she gave Loki a sheepish smile. “Don’t think I didn’t notice your whole knight of valor routine, you and your friend I mean.” She motioned towards Thor who had taken up residence on the other side of Loki at the counter. Loki glanced at his brother who was beaming at her. Catching his brother’s intense glare, Thor quickly became interested in an invisible bit of lint on his jacket. Pulling out her wallet and giving it a small shake, she gave him a playful grin.

“If you insist, a plain coffee for me, but nothing for my brother, he’s on caffeine restrictions.”

“You got it!” As she headed towards the register, Loki ignored Thor’s scowling face.

“Not a word, Thor.” He muttered, keeping his eyes glued to the back wall until she returned.

“Here you go, plain coffee.” Setting down the coffee, she also slipped Thor a bear claw. “Sugars not caffeine, right?” She gave him a wink and rounded back to her own stool.

“Thank you, lady,” Thor paused for her to fill in her name.

“Y/N.” She returned his smile with a genuine one of her own. Loki couldn’t help but feel a sting of some unnamable emotion.

“Lady Y/N.” Thor dipped his head before tucking into the bear claw, leaving the two acquaintances to their own devices.

“I am hailed as Loki, god of mischief, and the oaf stuffing his face is my brother, Thor.” Loki remarked dryly taking a sip of the fresh coffee. Y/N stifled a grin at the satisfied sound Loki made when the coffee hit his taste buds. Opening her mouth to respond, Y/N paused when her eyes flickered towards the clock on the back wall.

“And I am hailed as Y/N, fired from my job if I don’t get back to the office.” Rolling her eyes, Y/N gave Loki a warm smile as she quickly gathered her belongings. “It was nice of meet you, Thor.” Nodding at Thor, she turned towards Loki and her grin widened. He wasn’t even going to think about what that did to his insides. “And it was fascinating to meet you, Loki.” Slinging her bag over her shoulder she turned to go.

“Wait, Lady Y/N.” Loki turned around on the stool and beckoned her to come closer. Tugging on the bag again, she shuffled closer to him and glanced at the clock quickly before catching his eye. “What shall you do if another individual attempts to molest you?”

“Well, I’m fresh out of pens, so I guess I’ll scream bloody murder.” Y/N chuckled, shifting the bag again.

“I have a better idea.” Loki shot her a mischievous grin, and with a flash of green and ornate dagger appeared in his hand. Flipping the blade in his fingers, he held it with the handle facing her, and he didn’t fail to notice the flicker of excitement in her eyes.

“Oh, I couldn’t.” She murmured, all the while slowly reaching for the dagger. Loki chuckled and placed the handle firmly in her hand.

“Yes, you can, I insist. Consider it payment for the coffee.” Gripping the dagger, she turned the blade back and forth slowly to examine it before meeting his eye.

“I’ll take good care of it.” Blinking once, she swallowed.

“I’m counting on that.” He gave her a lopsided smile and nodded. Thor coughed and began reaching for Loki’s coffee. “Thor, don’t you dare.” He hissed, turning to smack Thor’s hand away.

“Thanks again, maybe I’ll catch you around!” He turned in time to see the door swing shut and sat in stunned silence as she made her way towards the subway.

“I’m counting on that.”

#loki x you #loki x reader #loki laufeyson #loki imagine #marvel mcu #mcu loki #coffeeshop au #daggers

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artificial-transmutations · 1 year

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Pirate Birthday Party

Zander was 28 years old when he entered a boat for the first time. It was not that he didn't have the chance before, but he was simply afraid of it. The way the waves broke over the bow, the way the wind whipped across the deck... and of course the constant movement of the sea and the ship itself. He had always thought of himself as a land person, someone who preferred to be on solid ground, or at least on dry land. The idea of being tossed about like a rag doll, unable to do anything about it, terrified him.

Naturally, this fear of the sea was nothing Zander liked to discuss much. It wasn't a topic that came up on its own, and he certainly didn't want to bring it up on his own.

So there really wasn't any bad intention involved when Zander's friends set up a surprise party for his 29th birthday. The problem was that it wasn't just any surprise party: Zander's friends had gone out of their way to rent a small boat so they could celebrate on the ocean.

When they arrived at the beach, where the small ship was towed on a pier, Zander froze in his step. They wouldn't have, would they?

"We're celebrating on a ... boat?" he croaked.

His best friend, Jasper, laughed. "Yes! It's going to be awesome, dude!" He put his hand on Zander's shoulder. "Come on, you'll love it."

Zander looked around. All of his friends were in high spirits, both the boys and the girls. This was a difficult situation. He really didn't want to board the ship, but he couldn't very well say no now. Renting the ship must have been expensive, and everything was looking forward to a big party now.

"Who is going to drive the ship?" Was 'drive' even the right word? Probably not.

"That's the best part, come on!" Jasper said excitedly.

The other guys and gals were already climbing on board of the ship in the bright afternoon sun. Zander could already see the ship swaying from left to right and felt another wave of discomfort. But there was no turning back now. Gathering all his courage, he walked down the pier and stepped onto the ship. The wooden planks creaked underfoot as he climbed aboard. When he reached the top deck, he saw that the circle of friends was waiting for him. There was Jasper, of course, but also some of his other friends, including Tessa, the girl he had dated last year. It didn't work out between the two of them, but they decided to stay friends regardless - Tessa was a really cool girl.

"So, the big surprise is that..." Jasper made a dramatic gesture before continuing: "You will be our captain tonight!"

Zander's jaw dropped open. He didn't know what to say. What did this mean? Was he supposed to steer the ship? That seemed like an impossible task.

"Don't worry," Jasper assured him. "The guy who owns the boat is really cool. He said it's really easy and a baby could do it. He will be here later tonight to help us tow it up again and everything in-between shouldn't be a problem!"

Zander nodded, still not fully convinced. He took a deep breath and tried to focus on what Jasper was saying. He was probably right, he rationalized. Technology was so advanced nowadays, the boat would pretty much drive itself. Or steer, or whatever the word was.

"Okay. Wow, guys! Thank you so much!" He almost believed the joy in his words. He needed to. He wanted to have a nice party, and sometimes he just needed to take a leap of faith.

So, with the help of his friends, he managed to figure out the basics of controlling the ship rather quickly. Jasper had been right: It wasn't too complicated.

As the engine sprang to life, all of his friends cheered. Encouraged by their good mood, Zander steered the ship out to the open ocean until they couldn't see the beach anymore and stopped there.

Climbing back on deck, he was in quite high spirits as well. Being on a ship wasn't so bad! There was no one else and they could party all they wanted. When everyone was looking at him, he shouted:

"Alright! Thank you so much for the great idea, guys! You are the best! Now, let's get the party started! Did you bring beer?"

Laughing, Jasper pointed at a sizable cargo of different alcoholic beverages, including a keg of beer. However, something else caught Zander's eye. He turned around and shouted at his friends: "We're starting with the rum today!"

"You heard the captain! To the rum!" Tessa yelled back, quickly filling up her glass filled with rum.

"To the rum!" Everyone raised their glasses and drank down the sweet liquid.

It tasted surprisingly good, actually. Maybe it was because it had been so long since he last drank alcohol, or maybe it was simply because he liked it. Still, he felt somewhat dizzy after downing the glass. His head was swimming and he had to grab on to the railing to keep him on his feet. Of course, he tried to regain his balance at once. Being the captain, he couldn't very well fall to the deck like a landlubber, could he now?

Zander felt his body changing as he stood upright again, now towering a good ten to twenty centimeters higher than before. As he looked down on himself, his shirt dissolved, exposing his increasingly muscular build. His chest grew into solid plates of pecs, tanned from the sun on the sea and kept naturally hairless by the salty air. His abs formed a cobblestone road down to his pants that shifted as well. The light white material of his shorts grew more sturdy in the matter of moments, extending down and forming brown leather pants. A complicated double belt materialized into existence on his waist, holding both a saber and a pistol. It was held in place by his butt, which became way more muscular and fuller, perfect not only for holding belts in place.

Meanwhile his arms and legs thickened with raw muscle. The sea was no easy place to live, and when he needed to wrestle down nature in thunderstorms on the open sea, he needed all the strength his massive body could provide. Still, he was more than a mere sailor. He was a captain! The ornate leather coat rested on his shoulders for a reason. His cloak, his necklace, his wristbands and his hairband - all of that was his personal style and that was what his enemies feared. He was not just a captain, he was a great captain, a great pirate captain, he recollected as his hair turned a dirty blonde and his eyes a piercing black.

Over him, the jolly roger rattled in the wind and the planks of the ship under him creaked. There was really no place he would rather be than on his ship.

When he looked up again, he saw his crew standing in front of him. All buff men, of all colors and from every country. That was of course no coincidence, since he hand-picked his crew with great care. Seeing the glistering sweaty bodies of his men standing in front of him often made him hard, and today was no exception.

"What is it boys?" he asked with a smile.

One of them, a massive Black guy named Tess- no, Tyler, Zander corrected himself, stepped forward.

"We know it's your birthday today, captain!", the brute said. Zander could already see the massive python of the man twitch in his pants, as he continued. "And we're here to give you your present!"

Zander smiled and massaged his dick, as his men began to get rid of their pants quickly. It was no coincidence either, that all of his men preferred the company of men. He hand-picked them himself, after all.

"Let's party then!" he shouted and threw himself amidst the buff and sweaty bodies of his men.

#male transformation #muscle transformation #racial transformation #straight to gay #female to male tf

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brooooswriting · 4 months

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Hello, I love your writing so much!

Can I request this prompt with Brie, pretty please?

"Don't go on that date."

"Why?"

"You know why."

"Say it."

Where Brie and R are friends but R is in love with her. Maybe a little angst with a happy ending?

No pressure if you don't feel like it. Thank you 💜

I love this request

“Please, Brie, I promise she's so sweet and nice. Plus, she's hot. You'll like her,” Lizzie tried to convince her as she sat across from her. She and Scarlett had gotten her a blind date. You sat in the kitchen with Tessa, playing some card game that was long abandoned as you listened to their conversation. Your heart broke when you heard Brie say that she'll go.

But this was your own fault. You had gotten friend-zoned a long time ago, as Brie never took your flirting for real. You had flirted too much with too many people in front of her. However, she was the only one who never noticed how different your flirting was when it was with her.

You were so much more truthful, and you always complimented her. It wasn't hard to realize that you were in love with her. They all knew; Scar, Lizzie, Tessa, Robert, and even Chris. At this point, you were sure she knew, too, but she didn't feel the same, so she acted like she didn't know.

Lizzie felt terrible for you, but it was no use. No matter how much she pushed you, you never made a move, and she also didn't wanna see Brie so lonely. So, once she met this girl she immediately thought of her blonde friend.

“Y/n, Tessa. Get over here so we can finally watch a movie,” Scarlett called out once she had decided which movie to watch. With a sigh, you both stood up and made your way to the couch. Unsurprisingly, you had the seat next to Brie, the worst thing that could have happened to you at that moment. She smiled up at you, making your heart beat faster.

“Hey, lovely,” you said with a smile as you sat down. It wasn't unusual for you to call her pet names like that. Another thing that was different from your normal flirting was that you never once called somebody lovely or darling. But it didn't matter now. If Lizzie’s Girl was really that perfect for the blonde, it was over for you.

You had been so in your thoughts that you missed the whole movie. It was impossible to recall even one scene. During the film, the actress decided to cuddle into you, making it even harder to concentrate as you imagined a life where this was normal. “So, how'd you like the film?” she asked once the post-credits rolled, but you only stared at her. “Y/n?” she called out again, making you flinch a bit before focusing on what she said.

“Sorry, what did you say?” you asked once you had collected your thoughts.

“What's wrong?” brie suddenly asked, using her hand to cup your face. At this moment, you realize that you couldn't do this. It was too much, and so you did the only thing you knew how to do. You left.

“I'm sorry, I gotta go. Thanks for hosting Scarlett. Bye, guys.” You rushed the words out as you stood up. Disappearing before anyone could stop you.

Nobody had heard from you in two days, and you hadn't planned on talking to anyone for the next couple of weeks. Today was Bries' blind date, which meant that for the next week or so, everybody was going to talk about it. That was something that you could go without. The only texts you read were the ones from your home screen. Several pictures of the blonde trying on different outfits for tonight. Gosh, how you hated this. There were texts from the other three, hyping her up and telling her which one looked the best.

‘I’d rather stay home in a hoodie and sweatpants, ’ the newest text from Brie read, and again, you looked at the picture. Your heart skipped a beat when you saw that she was wearing your hoodie, the one from high school with your name on the back.

Ten minutes later, you stood in front of Brie’s house. As is trying to remake a disgustingly cheesy movie, it had started pouring halfway to the blonde's house. You looked so out of place, you were wearing sweatpants and a hoodie, and your hair was in a messy bun. For a moment you considered walking back to your apartment, leaving Brie to get with someone else. But now you were here and you had to at least try.

So, like any sane person would, you hammered on the door until she opened it. The second the door was open, you interrupted her. “Don't go on that date,” you got out between rattling teeth, the coldness, and the rain getting to you.

She looked at you for a second. “Why?” her face was stoic, not showing any emotion, making this a living hell for you.

“You know why” you answered, looking at her still wearing your hoodie.

“Say it” Her voice was desperate and her eyes pled you to say something. Anything that she could hold on to.

You mumbled an unsure ‘Brie,’ making her shake her head and take a step back to close the door. “Because I love you, and I have for years. Because I have been flirting with you since forever, and you flirted back, and if you didn't just flirt to play, then that means that you like me too.”

It was silent for a moment as Brie leaned against the door. “You flirt with everyone y/n. That's just your personality.”

“No, it's different with you. Don't you get that? I'm not flirting with you; I'm complimenting you. I'm giving you my heart,” you argued back. Then again, silence followed as both of you were unsure what to say. “One kiss,” you suddenly blurted out. Making yours and Brie’s eyes go wide.

“What?”

“One kiss. If you want me to leave after that, then I will. But please, you have to give me this chance. I know that I came at a shitty time, but I couldn't watch you go out with somebody else. Not again. Not after everybody treated you like so much less than you actually are. If this is-” Before you could finish your monologue, Brie surged forward and pressed her lips to yours. Her hands clasped the back of your neck while yours landed on her waist to pull her closer.

Your heart soared when she suddenly pulled away, her movement hectic, making you flinch. “B-Brie?” you called out quietly and unsure as she looked around frantic.

“My phone, I- I gotta call Lizzie. She has to cancel the date.” She said, walking inside to get her phone, leaving you in front of the door. You were unsure if she wanted you to come inside or not, so you just stood in front of the door. Cuddling Six thirty when he walked by for a moment. “Are you coming?” she called out for you, making you hurry inside and close the door.

“I know, Lizzie, I'm sorry, but,” she looked at you for a moment, trying to figure out what to say. “Y/n is here, and” she was interrupted by Elizabeth rather quickly then.

“I'll tell her. Bye. Have fun. But not too much fun,” and then she already hung up. She discarded her phone on the counter going back to you.

“Sooo, now what?” the blonde asked when she sat next to you on the couch. Out of habit, she scooched closer to you while you wrapped your arm around her.

“How about Star Wars and some hot dogs?” you received a kiss as an answer before she laid her head on your shoulder.

Sometimes, it was worth taking the risk.

#reader insert #brooooswriting #carol danvers x female reader #carol danvers x reader #brie larson x reader #brie Larson x you

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Luck | 2

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Part 1

Summary: Life with Coryo in the districts is hard.

Pairings: Coriolanus Snow x Reader

Pronouns used: Gn! Use of “Mx.” and “Mxs.”

Word Count: 4,448

Warnings: Death, depression, use of morphling (but only as a pain medication.)

A/N: Okay so pt 2 is here! I am willing to do a part 3, but I wanted to leave that up to you guys cause if I do a part three then there will be a major falling out between Tigris and R, and if you’re anything like @lunatiqez and I, you are probably dreading it. Up to u guys!!

Also thank you to @/lunatiquez and @lemkay-luminary for proofreading! Ilysm!

“Coryo?” You ask as line breaks up.

“Hm, yes?” You let out a relieved sigh. You hate when you lose connection, because Coryo only gets one call a week, and once it ends, it ends.

“Sorry, you cut out, what were you saying?”

“It’s fine, I said I miss home.” He pauses with a small sigh. “I miss you.”

“I miss you too, Coryo. It’s not the same without you.”

“Sejanus says hello, by the way.”

You roll your eyes. “Tell him I said hi.”

Coryo’s laughter fills the line. “I’ll make sure to say it with more enthusiasm.”

“I’m sorry! I just don’t care for him. Though, I imagine he’s better than the District 12 idiots you have to slum with.”

“Exactly.”

“Tigris says she misses you.”

“I miss her too.”

You hum. “Tessa’s been learning how to play the violin. She’s finally given up on the guitar. Thank goodness for that, too. Ever since Lucy Gray’s interview she’s been non stop playing it, and it’s like nails on a chalkboard. The violin, on the other hand, is gorgeous.”

“That reminds me, I’ve been going to this bar called The Hob with the other Peacekeepers, and as it turns out, Lucy Gray sings there.” You always knew it was a possibility he’d run into her again, but you hoped it wouldn’t be this soon.

“Really?”

“Mhm. She asked about you, and she seemed almost upset when I told her we were together.”

You smile and bite your lip. “You told her we were together?”

“I tell everyone we’re together.” Butterflies erupt in your stomach. “Wouldn’t want anyone coming for what’s yours, right?”

You smile, though you have to swallow a lump that forms in your throat. “Yeah.”

You cherish every single phone call you have with Coryo. He’s been gone for a month and a half now, and you miss him dearly. The weekly calls you were able to secure were great, but it’s not the same as seeing him every day.

You’ve found other ways to fill the void though. You still ate most meals with Tigris and The Grandma’am, but you also started to hang out with your sister more. You brought her shopping with you a few times, and she started playing songs for you as soon as she learned them.

“Listen, there’s something I need to tell you.”

You sit up straighter. “What is it?”

“I think Sejanus is getting into some bad stuff..” You bite back the urge to say ‘Of course he is.’ “He’s been hanging around this guy named Billy Taupe. Whenever I ask about it he changes the subject.”

“Well considering the arena...” You reply, coolly.

“My thoughts exactly. What do you think I should do?”

“Report him.”

“I don’t have any proof, and I can’t go tell Commander Hoff, because he will tell Sejanus’s parents.”

You curse. “Yeah.. Yeah you’re right. I don’t imagine you have anything to record him with, do you?”

“No, I don’t think so.” He sighs. “If he gets caught he’ll drag me down with him.”

“Then make sure he doesn’t get caught.” You can hear a faint buzz from the other side of the line, and you frown knowing it means he has to go.

“It’s time.”

“Alright, I’ll talk to you next week. Goodnight, Coryo. Miss you.”

“Goodnight, I miss you too, Y/N.” The line goes dead and you put the phone on the receiver. The minutes following your phone calls with Coryo are always the loneliest. You hunch over with your hands over your face and sigh.

You thought everything was perfect when Lucy Gray won The Hunger Games. Now you weren’t sure if anything would go to plan.

“Y/N?” You glance at your bedroom door to find Tigris looking at you confused.

“Hey. I forgot you were coming, ‘m sorry.” You rub your face.

“I always come over on Fridays.”

“Yeah, I know. I’m really not sure how I forgot.” You're occupied, that’s how. Occupied with the reality that maybe your life isn’t so perfect.

“Did you just get off of the phone with Coryo?”

“How’d you guess?” You glance at Tigris, her features haven’t changed much since the dark days. Back then, you dreamed big. You dreamed of a future where you and Tigris had your own fashion line, that you ate however much you wanted, of whatever you wanted, whenever you wanted; and that you were married to Coryo. It was actually Tigris’ idea originally, because she wanted you to be her cousin too. It took about two years after she initially suggested it for it to grow on you, but once it did, you never changed the plan.

She sits down beside you. “You have that look on your face.”

“Remember when we used to talk about the future together? How we’d have our own fashion line? Or how I was going to marry Coryo so we could be cousins finally?”

Tigris laughs. “Yeah, that was forever ago.”

“Yeah. It was.”

Your best friend places a hand on your back. “There’s still time.”

“Twenty years.” You lean into her. “Things are so different.”

A few days later, on Monday, you sit in the same spot, with the same red phone in your hand, and dial the same number.

“Hello?”

Hearing his voice never fails to put a smile on your face. “Hey Coryo. How’s everything going?”

“Good actually. I took the Officer’s test yesterday.”

“Really? That’s amazing, Coryo!” You breathe a laugh. “What happens if you pass it?”

“If I pass I can start climbing the ranks, if I ever become a commander we could see each other again. Commander Hoff goes to the Capitol for meetings all the time.”

“Seriously? You might actually get to come here?” Your voice is shakey.

He laughs a little. “A little less enthusiasm, please.”

“I’m sorry! I just.. I was coming to terms with the fact that we won’t be able to see each other in twenty years—“

“Do you not want to see me?” He interupts.

“Of course I do! Coryo, I’m over the moon.” You laugh. “This is amazing.”

“I know. Tell Tigris for me?”

“Of course. She’s going to be so happy!”

He chuckles. “I know. Also.. I got a recording of Sejanus.”

“How? On what?”

“Jabber jay. A messed up mutant that Dr. Gaul made. We were caging them when he started telling me about his plans.. so I recorded him, and I sent the bird off with the rest of them.”

“Where are they being sent?”

“Back to their creator.”

“To Dr. Gaul.”

“Will you tell her to expect something from me?”

You smile. He trusts you. “Yeah. When’s our next call? I’ll make sure to do it before.”

“No, I need you to do it now. The Jabber jays will be there tomorrow.”

You widen your eyes. “Okay.. yeah, I can do that.” You glance at the clock on your bedside table, if you’re going across town to speak to Dr. Gaul, you have to do it now. “I have to go now if I’m going to make it.”

“Oh of course, thank you, N/N.”

“Always. Miss you.”

“Miss you too.” You hang up your phone and rush out of your room.

As you put on your shoes at the front door, Tessa calls out for you. She sits in front of the coffee table beside your Mother in the sitting room.

“Where are you going in such a rush?”

“I have to speak with Dr. Gaul.”

Your Mother furrows her brows. “It’s so late. Can’t this wait till the morning?”

You shake your head. “It’ll be too late, it’s about Coryo.”

Your Mom sighs. She’s known for a long time not to get in between you and the Snow’s, it never ends well. You’re hit with the memory of being fifteen and told that you couldn’t sleep over at their penthouse because your Father was having coworkers over for a big dinner, and in retaliation, pouring out every spice in the kitchen so that all of the food tasted awful. “Okay. I love you.”

You open the door. “Love you too.”

“Be safe.” You nod and walk out.

Your driver is waiting for you with your car at the bottom of the stairs. You spend half a second wondering if he just waits there for you, but then shake the thought out of your head. Why should you care? He’s being paid.

“Take me to the Games’ building. I need to speak with Dr. Gaul.” The driver nods, and you give him a curt smile before lifting the privacy screen. You look out your window, taking in the Capitol. Sure, it was beautiful all the time, but at night, it was something else. The golden lights illuminating the streets, the people dressed to the nines, the dark blue sky that was once filled with stars— though not in your lifetime— now just an empty void with the moon in the middle. You feel compelled to smile as you absorb everything.

The car slows as it comes to the front of the Games’ building. Your driver rushes out to get your door for you. As you step out, you look at the front doors, where Dr. Gaul stood.

“Well, if it isn’t Mxs. Coriolanus Snow.” She greets.

You walk up to her. “Dr. Gaul, I’m here to bring you a message.”

“Oh? And what would that message be?”

“Listen carefully to the Jabber Jays from 12.”

She looks at you incredulously. “12? I expect this message is coming from Mr. Snow, then?”

“It does, but it’d be in your best interest to keep that to yourself.”

She raises her eyebrows. “Was that a threat, Mx. Rose?”

“No, of course not. Just… a suggestion.”

Dr. Gaul smirks, crossing her arms. “It’s not safe to be out alone around this time.” She looks around. “Are you alone?”

“No, I was driven here.”

“Well, be driven home. We’re done here, Mx. Rose.” The woman looks you over before walking towards the parking lot. You turn around and walk back to your car, where your driver still stood holding your door open.

The next morning, you get up early and head to the Snow residence. Thankfully, it was the apartment connected to your own, so you didn’t go far. You don’t stop to knock, either, just walking in and going straight to Tigris’s room.

“T?” You call out as you enter her room.

“In the bathroom!” You go to your best friend’s bathroom, where she is taking her hair out of rollers.

“Hello! Don’t you look gorgeous this morning.”

The blonde smiles. “Stop it! I don’t even have all my rollers out yet.”

You reach up and start pulling one out carefully. “Coryo called me yesterday, he took an officer’s test.”

“Really? Why’s that?”

“Well since he graduated from The Academy, he can get a job as an officer, and maybe eventually even a commander.” You place the roller down on the counter. “And if he becomes a commander, he’ll be able to make trips here.” Tigris’s neck snaps towards you. “He could see us again, T.”

“You’re lying.” She shakes her head.

“I’m telling you the truth, he’ll be able to come back.”

Tigris grins and wraps her arms around you, pulling you in for a big hug. “This is the best news! I’m so happy!” She squeals, causing you to laugh loudly. Not at her, but with her. You’re both over the moon.

Later, you and Tigris walk through your favorite fabric shop, your driver trailing behind you with your full cart. You pick a few yards of fabric, and you are still browsing. Tigris also picks out a fabric she likes, so you pile in some of that.

“Do you think we’ll ever actually start our own line?”

Not a beat passes before Tigris nods. “I have no doubt that we will.” She gives you a smile. “And you will be married to Coryo, and I will be married to some rich man, and we will be next door neighbors just like we are now but in bigger houses—“

“Don’t you mean mansions? Isn’t that how we always said it?” You ask with a smile.

She rolls her eyes. “The point is, our dreams will come true. I mean, you’re already with Coryo, that dreams come true. Why shouldn’t all of our other ones?”

You nod, not utterly convinced. “It’s just.. me and Coryo get together, and a day later he’s banished from our home for 20 years. That seems like a sign.. right?” You feel crazy admitting that out loud. You’ve never believed in “signs”, just unfortunate fate, but this one is too big to ignore.

“Maybe it’s a sign that you guys can get through anything. Don’t give up on him, N/N, my cousin is stupid, but he loves you, anyone with eyes can tell you that. He’s not going to let anything get in between you, you shouldn’t either.” You bite your lip and nod. “Plus, when he becomes commander he’ll visit us. You just have to hold on a bit longer.”

“Yeah, you’re right. I love him too— you know that— I guess I’ve just been overwhelmed.”

Tigris places a hand on your arm. “You don’t have to act like that with me. You can talk to me, N/N, you always have.” Her face is full of concern.

You smile. “I know. I’m fine, I promise.”

She smiles and nudges you. “Good! Now,” Tigris hooks your arms together. “What colors should our shop be? I’m thinking orange and red, Tigris and Rose, you know?”

You grin. “That sounds perfect. Our first line could be fire themed, too.”

Your best friend gasps. “That’s perfect! I can see the silhouettes now.”

You give her a knowing look and nod. “Once I get out of University, let’s swear to start.” You offer her your pinky, which she wraps with her own in a swift motion.

“Deal.”

You and Tigris went to your home after you were done shopping. You sew for a while, and then eat dinner next door with The Grandma’am.

You wake up the next morning with a sick feeling. Your gut is yelling at you, and you have no clue why. You lay in bed for half an hour before you get up to find your Mother, thinking that maybe she could give you morphling for the pain, but the second you leave your room, you’re so anxious to get back you feel like you're on the verge of a panic attack. You continue anyway, counting each step to ground yourself.

It takes you 56 to finally find your Mom. She’s sitting in the library with a book, a different one from last night.

“Y/N? Honey, are you alright? You’re trembling.” Her voice fills with worry. She immediately comes to her feet and stalks over to you.

“Yes— Maybe. I don’t know. I-I woke up really.. scared? I need.. something, I don’t know.” You’re not sure you’ve ever sounded so pathetic. You feel so vulnerable.

“Of course, come, I’ll give you some morphling.” She grabs your hand, and for the first time in a while, you’re grateful she’s so affectionate. She wraps her other arm around your back, and slowly takes you over to the desk in the middle of the library. Your Mother helps you sit down and then starts rummaging through the messy drawers. “I keep some in here for my headaches.”

You nod. “You read a lot.” You blurt it out before you can stop yourself.

She laughs. “Yeah.. nearly one book a day.” She pulls out a small vial, definitely smaller than what Dean Casca Highbottom drank from. “Bottoms up. It’ll only take a second to kick in.” You take it and quickly swallow the dark liquid, grimacing at the taste. This makes your Mother laugh again. “Better yet?” She asks after a beat.

At first, you go to say no, but then a warm feeling swarms your body and you can no longer feel the terror or vulnerability. “Yes, actually.” You smile. “Thank you, Mother.” You lean down and kiss her cheek, something that leaves your Mom glowing.

“You’re very welcome. If you ever need any more and you can’t find any, let me know, I have some vials in my room.” You nod and stand up. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” You give her another smile before walking back to your room. As soon as you walk in, your eyes snap to your phone. The bright red plastic phone that has become your favorite thing since Coryo left, yet as you look at it, your heart starts beating fast. You can’t figure out what’s making it beat so fast, probably due to the morphling.

You shake your head and walk into your closet, everything is red, black, or white. Your shirts, your pants, your shoes. You run your hand over the hanging clothing. You stop on your favorite shirt, pulling it out, and then grabbing pants that look the best with the white top. After you change, you toss your pajamas into the hamper, and then grab a pair of shoes, before walking into your room. You set the shoes down beside your sewing desk which you sit in front of. You start going through your notebook to find a design to work on.

Hours pass, and before you know it, it's dark out. You stop sewing when you hear your Dad come home, a clear sign it’s 7:15, since he never comes any earlier or later. You slip on your shoes and stand up to stretch. With a sigh, you gaze at the dress you’re working on. It’s going to be beautiful when it’s done. You plan to give it to Tessa, thinking that the purple on the trim would compliment her skin. You pull it over your mannequin and pin it in place.

You’re admiring your work in full scale when your phone starts ringing and your stomach drops again. You can tell that this is it. This is the reason you’ve been so anxious. You walk over and pick up the phone.

“Hello?” You can hear music in the background, and lots of voices. The call is obviously being made from a public place.

“Y/N?” It’s Coryo.

You smile. “Hey! How’re you calling so early? I thought that you could only call onc—“

“Listen very carefully, okay? I don’t have much time, so I need you to listen. Okay?” His voice trembles.

You furrow your brows. “Okay.”

“The rebels Sejanus was helping bought guns with the money he gave them. Last night, I had to shoot two of them.” You gasp. “One of them was the mayor's daughter.”

“Oh Coryo..”

“And this morning Sejanus was hung for treason.” You widen your eyes.

“What?”

“The other rebel hid the guns, but if they find them, I’m dead, Y/N.” Tears pool in your eyes. “So.. I have to go.” His voice breaks. “Lucy Gray and I are leaving at dawn.”

Something inside of you breaks. Your stomach hurts, you feel nauseous, and tears are falling from your eyes faster than you can stop them. You sit down on your bed. “Coryo.. What do you mean?” He doesn’t answer. “What do you mean?” Nothing. “Coryo?” Your voice breaks.

“I’m so sorry.” Pain laces his voice. “I want things to be different. I want to be there with you, but Sejanus messed everything up, N/N. I’m sorry.”

“Y-You can’t… What about Tigris? The Grandma’am?” Your lungs feel heavy.

“You’ll take care of them, I know you will.”

A sob racks your body. “I-I can’t.. Coryo, please.”

“I love you.” The line clicks and you fall forward onto the ground. Sobs rack your body, one after one, until you can’t take it anymore, and you just scream. He’s gone. Coriolanus Snow, the man you thought you would marry, the man you grew up with, the man you loved more than anything, is gone.

You don’t know how long it is before your parents run into your room and fall to your sides. You can’t hear them over your heart pounding in your ears. You can’t catch a breath, either. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see a servant ushering Tessa away. For a moment, you feel bad she’s witnessed you like this, but then you remember why you’re like this in the first place, and it doesn’t seem so important. You hold onto the phone tighter as you curl into the fetal position. Your Mother lays her body over yours, and your Father runs off.

You stay like that for a while, you think. Just curled up under your Mother, screaming and hyperventilating. Coryo is your everything, and with one phone call, your world is shattered.

Your Mother moves and Tigris crouches beside you, helping you to sit.

“Y/N? What’s wrong?”

No. No. You shake your head. The realization that you have to tell everyone is deafening. You stare at Tigris through your tears, the memories of the three of you together crushing you. You clutch your chest with your free hand before bringing your knees up to it. “Coryo..” Is all you can mumble.

Her face drops. “What about Coryo? Is he okay?”

You nod, not wanting her to worry while you gather the strength to say more. “He’s..” You swallow a lump down. “Leaving.” Suddenly, you can hear a pin drop in the room. Everyone stopped moving, stopped breathing.

“What?”

You hold up your phone. “He called.. said he had to go.”

A tear falls down Tigris’ face. “Did he say why?”

“No.” Is your immediate answer. Maybe it's a little obvious you’re lying, given the speed, but no one presses further.

“So what.. he’s just going to try his hand at surviving out there?” She brings a hand to her forehead. “He knows nothing about the woods.”

“Lucy Gray is with him.” Normally you’d be mad she was able to be so close to him, but honestly, you were happy he at least has her, a shot at surviving out there.

Tigris seems confused. “They’re running away together?”

Hurt swells in your stomach again. Were they? Was everything Coryo said to you a lie? You break down crying again. You’re disappointed about it, you hate crying, but it was foolish to think you were done mourning the love of your life after one good cry. “It’s not like that.” You shakily explain to her. “He wouldn’t—“ You interrupt yourself with a sob. Tigris wraps her arms around you and pulls you into her. You both lean back against your bed, holding each other, and crying.

Hours later, Tigris sleeps peacefully beside you, her arm draped across your stomach. You were turned on your side, facing her, and quietly crying. As you look at her, you note all the similarities between her and Coryo. You think about how you will never get to see him grow old, how he will never become the President of Panem, how you will never get married to him.

You fall asleep sometimes around midnight, you dream of a life with Coryo.

The next day, you stay curled up in your bed as Tigris goes to work. You get out of bed a few times to use the bathroom, but you have all your meals brought to you. Though, you barely eat anything. A few bites but that was it. You went in and out of consciousness, crying for a moment every time you woke back up to reality. You aren’t sure how you can sleep as much as you are right now. It seems impossible. But you do.

You hear your Father come home, and deja vu hits you like a brick. You glance at the clock, 7:23. 8 minutes late. Weird. You close your eyes again, hoping for more sleep, for more dreams of Coryo. But moments after, your bedroom door is opened and shut without a knock. You glance at the door and the breath is knocked out of you. It’s Coryo.

He rushes over to you and scoops you up in his arms. “I’m so sorry.”

“I don’t.. Coryo?” You start crying again, thinking that he has to be a hallucination. A sick trick your own mind is playing on you. “You’re not here.” You bury your face in the crook of his neck. It smells sort of like him, though. This is a really, really good trick.

“I am, I’m here. I’m not leaving you again.” He pulls away from the hug and holds your face in his hands, a gesture so normal it hurts. “I’m here, okay?”

You surge forward and kiss him, you can’t make up what you feel when you’re kissing him, joy like that can’t be forced, so when you feel it, you know he’s there. You gape at him when you pull away. “But I thought you had to leave?” You ask, forming a small smile, though tears still fell down your cheeks.

“I found the guns and destroyed them. And I passed the officer’s test.” He hesitates. “Yesterday Commander Hoff offered me a spot in district 2, I went back and took it. They sent me here instead and Dr. Gaul met me at the train station. She’s going to tell everyone I was in 12 as part of my internship.”

“Internship?”

He nods. “Dr. Gaul offered it to me. I start next week.”

Your smile widens. “That’s.. I don't even have words, Coryo.”

He smirks slightly. “Well, good thing we don’t need words.” He leans down and kisses you again. It's a long, sweet, kiss that you savor. When he pulls away, you’re left wanting more. “I meant what I said when I called you. I love you.” Butterflies erupt in your stomach, the ones only he can cause.

You grin and wrap your arms around his neck. “I love you too.” You finally take him in, his appearance has changed slightly. He’s wearing a white t-shirt with gray cargo pants, and his beautiful blonde curls have been buzzed. You bring a hand up to his scalp. “Your curls!”

“I know, weird, right?” He smiles and brings a hand up to his head too.

“A little bit, but you look so handsome anyways, I can hardly be sad.” You bring him in for another kiss, your favorite thing to do ever since the first one he gave you.

For the first time in months, you don’t doubt that everything is okay.

── ⋅⋅⋅ ────꒰ ୨ ♡ ୧ ꒱───────

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BESTIE, CONGRATS ON 300 !! i’m so freaking happy for you. you deserve this so so much 🤍. i’m so in love with all of the fics you’ve written so far.

i’m here to request: meet me in the hallway. choose out of drew, rafe, & zach + a prompt.

ofc i’m gonna choose my bby zach with #29

i luv uuu 🤍

thank you so so much anna!! I love you so much, thank you for all your love and support <3 this request has me on my knees with how cute it turned out to be, I hope you love reading it!

a beautiful, drunken mess

PAIRING: zach maclaren x gn!reader

SUMMARY: your best friend needs to call your knight in shining armor when you get a little too drunk

WARNINGS: alcohol consumption

EDITH SPEAKS: OH MY GOD yes we're kickstarting my 300 celly fic requests!! I've gotten so so many requests and I swear I'm so excited to write each one of them. I got late to starting on these because my hectic schedule and my writer's block got the best of me, but I'm back :))

Please reblog if you liked this!! feedback is always appreciated 🫂

PROMPT REQUESTED: "you sleep with the stuffed animal I got you?" "of course."

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You've never been one to party hard and get so drunk you can't see clearly in front of yourself. But when you finally pass some of the toughest exams you've ever had to give, you knew you wanted to party till you can't breathe.

And that's what you did. The biggest frat party happening in a rich kid's home from your university has adrenaline coursing through your veins as you don't think twice before taking a shot.

In fact, you got carried away so much, that your best friend Tessa who is literally known to be the biggest party animal in your whole university, is concerned for you.

"Give me that," she grunts, taking the millionth cup you were about to down. You pout, trying to get it back, but the alcohol has made your mind all fuzzy and you aren't very sure what exactly you're trying to do.

"Who knew you had this hidden side?" Tessa says, shaking her head as she takes your hand and leads you out to the garden of the big house. You try your best to stop her from dragging you, but your drunken power is no match for her quite sober one.

"Tess come on! I'm not done yet," you huff, your arms crossed across your chest as you see Tessa is basically blocking the door.

"Nuh uh, not today," she says, pulling out her phone. "You need to get home, like right now,"

You groan out loud, and you attempt to simply walk on the lush grass you're both standing at, but you greatly miscalculate your steps and fall on the grass, head first.

Tessa rushes up to you, asking you over and over if you're okay. You just look up at her and start giggling constantly.

"I'm okay," you say in between your giggles, your own mistake having you amused. Tessa sighs at you and quickly finds the contact in her phone she was trying to find, before you decided to take a fall.

She impatiently taps her foot, waiting for the person who's supposedly on the end of the phone to pick up.

"Hello?"

Finally.

"Zach hi!"

"Tessa, you okay?"

"Yeah, I just need you to come and get your... thing," she says, looking at you lying on the ground and looking up the stars as you hum to a melody.

Zach laughs on the other end. "What happened?"

"Too drunk, can't even see straight," Tessa groans. "You need to come over right now."

"I'm on my way."

Tessa lets out a sigh of relief on hearing those words. She turns towards you, and lets her hand out for you to grab onto.

"Come on, Zach is coming to pick you up," she says, helping you stand up, in a not so graceful fashion.

Hearing the word 'Zach' lightens a light bulb in your head. "Zach? Where's Zach? I need my Zach," you slur, trying to run around the garden, as if he's standing right there and you just can't see him. Tessa has a hard time but she finally catches up to you, firmly grips your hand to make sure you don't run off and do something stupid again.

"He's coming, okay?" She huffs out, holding onto you tightly. She's expecting you to throw some sorts of tantrum, to complain how your boyfriend actually is here and she's just hiding him on purpose, but instead, you only nod obediently.

Tessa hears footsteps approaching you both, and just as she turns around, she swears she could've have cried out of happiness.

Zach is standing there, looking at the two of them with a smile on his face.

"Zach!" You yell excitedly, as you run (or, try to run) to him. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you in a hug, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"Hey baby," he mumbles, leaning in to kiss you on your lips. You sigh at the feeling of his soft lips on yours, your eyes fluttered close and a million butterflies prancing around in your stomach.

"Thank you Tessa, we'll be going home now," Zach acknowledges the girl standing at the back, letting you both enjoy your moment. She nods with a smile on her face and goes back inside to the rest of the party, and Zach leads you back out to his car.

He definitely has a struggle settling you in the car seat and buckling your seat belt, as you've never been this drunk before and it's also his first time taking care of super-drunk you.

But, he doesn't hate it or finds it to be a difficult task. You're sitting in the seat next to him, saying little cute things that have his heart racing.

"You're so cute Zach, you always take such good care of me," you pout, poking his bicep. He laughs at you, and you continue to praise him.

"You're just," you sigh, "perfect. I couldn't have someone as perfect as you."

You definitely weren't aware of what you were saying, but Zach knows you being drunk isn't the only time you'll say these words to him. You love to constantly drop little phrases to let him know you do appreciate him and every single thing he does for you.

Both of you being relatively a new couple, it does take a big toll on you both because you aren't used to saying or listening to such kind words so often, but you both also know you wouldn't want to share this with anyone else.

"We're home," he looks at you with a smile on his face, as he gets out of his car, runs up to your side and helps you out. With an arm looped around your shoulders to help you maintain your balance, he leads you in to your home.

He takes you in to your room, and gently lets you lay down on your bed. It's a bit of a struggle, but he finally gets you to remove your outfit and replace it with a more comfortable one.

"Thank you Zach," you say, as he tucks you in your warm duvet. He leans in to press a kiss to your nose, and makes a mental note to leave a glass of water and an advil on your bedside table before he leaves.

As he is about to walk out, you call him out and stop him from leaving.

"What happened?" He asks, his hand on the light switch.

"I, I need Arlo, can you find him please he isn't here," Zach is confused on hearing these words, but when he sees tears starting to brim in your eyes, he knows this Arlo is important.

"Arlo? Babe I'm afraid I don't understand," he asks you, walking closer to you.

"Can you check under the bed please?"

Zach isn't sure what he's looking for, but he'll do anything for you. He leans down on his knees and looks below the bed, and of course, he makes out a silhouette of some stuffed toy under the bed. He reaches his hand out to grab onto it, and when he sees it, he realises he knows exactly what it is.

For one of your first dates, Zach took you to your local city carnival. He was determined to get you a good toy from any game, just like any good boyfriend would (his words, not yours), and after loads of struggle, a lot of pennies and many comforting hugs and words from you, he finally wins you one.

It's a little brown colored dinosaur stuffed toy, and Zach had no idea how attached you would get to it.

"You sleep with the stuffed animal I got you?" He asks, handing it to you as you take it and brush off the dust off it.

"Of course, I love it," you smile, tucking in the dinosaur with you. Zach can't help but give you another kiss, gently caressing your cheek as his lips trace yours.

He leaves the room to get the water and the pill, and when he comes back, he sees you already passed out. Arlo is tucked safely under your arm, and Zach knows he can watch this for hours on end.

Because you're his beautiful, drunken mess, and he wouldn't want you in any other way. (Well, maybe not this drunk, but you know what he means.)

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