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nnightskiess · 5 days

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🌼 dating cara ward...

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⋆*·ﾟ Cara loves to softly play with your hair while you’re relaxing and watching some show on her bed after school.

⋆*·ﾟ Cara often writes songs about you but will deny this, even if her blush betrays her.

⋆*·ﾟ Cara's often tucked on your bed singing covers of her favourite songs or practising new chords serving as a soft and welcome background noise as you're studying at your desk.

⋆*·ﾟ Do not be surprised to see her appearing on your doorstep at the most random times to take you on drives (or when she’s craving food). Then casually dropping the fact she made a playlist for you and pressing play, turning to you with the widest grin. She looks so carefree while singing along as her fingers drum against the steering wheel, and you love it.

⋆*·ﾟ Cara always has a KitKat or two on standby in her bag and will slide it up to you with a cheeky but adorable grin when she can sense you’re feeling off.

⋆*·ﾟ Naomi loves you for how soft and safe you make her little sister feel. Cara used humour to cope, but in the safety of her home, she lost all of her spark and turned quiet and distant. After meeting you, Naomi often catches Cara humming random songs around the house or dancing in her room while blasting music. Even if this interrupts Naomi from studying, she doesn't have the heart to tell her off. She's too grateful that she got her sister back.

⋆*·ﾟ Pip was very stand-offish with you at first. Cara is practically a sister to her who had already gone through hell and back, so she needed to make sure she could trust you with Cara's heart and overall well-being. Pip knows that when a person makes Cara feel safe and happy, the girl is quick to attach. It's an adorable golden retriever trait of hers, but Pip just didn't want it to go wrong.

⋆*·ﾟ When Pip realised you were serious about her friend, she let go of her grumpy pretences and welcomed you into her own life, as well.

⋆*·ﾟ Cara has extremely clingy moods and is so touch-starved in the most adorable way. It was a thing that started to appear after her mother passed away, whose presence and comfort she missed. She always needs to be playing with your fingers, have your hand in her lap to hold, reach out to hook your pinky while walking (and then swaying your arms), an arm around your waist, rest her head against your shoulder etc.

⋆*·ﾟ She often sneaks up to you and plants a big playful smooch on your cheek while being all smiley, then walks off again all obliviously as if she hasn't just made your heart explode.

⋆*·ﾟ Cara had a phase where she fell in love with those rollerskating TikToks and she desperately wanted to try her hand at it. She bought secondhand rollerskates for the both of you to practice. Refused to wear the safety gear and helmet you got her (since she said she forgot to buy those) because she didn't want to look silly. Only for her to then look the silliest with two scraped knees the next day at school. She quickly kissed the 'i told you so' off your face before you could say it after pulling her up. Still, she will often say it was one of the best non-dates she ever had with you. She laughed so hard that her belly ached the entire time.

⋆*·ﾟ Cara is that one friend in the friend group who takes pictures of everyone, so she loves taking candid photos of you. She has an entire album dedicated to the two of you on her phone to look at during dark days, or when she wakes up in the middle of the night after a nightmare and she sees you're still fast asleep on her screen, unable to talk to her.

⋆*·ﾟ Having said that, now that Pip is so busy, you take over Pip's initiative when it comes to lulling Cara to sleep with deep talks and watching shows. Sleepy Cara is the most adorable. From the way her eyelids start to droop to how soft she gets. Well, she will also try to deny she's falling asleep even when she's getting quieter and quieter.

⋆*·ﾟ You visit her workplace regularly and always at the same time. It's become quite a routine, so now Cara already has your order ready for you the second she hears the bell chime. This also includes Cara getting told off by her boss because she's chatting to you a lot and might have burned a thing or two because of it, especially when multitasking was hard in the beginning.

⋆*·ﾟ Cara is the absolute cutest in her apron with her messy bun and with a towel over her shoulder, a pout on her lips each time she ferociously wipes down the tables and then smiles brightly as she catches your gaze.

⋆*·ﾟ And... since you have a favourite table, there will often be a napkin waiting for you with a cute message written down. Some silly ones too, since Cara loves dad jokes and using the worst pickup lines just to see you roll your eyes or laugh at the stupidity of it all.

⋆*·ﾟ Cara has a backpack she's been using since she was twelve that's so worn but she's too attached to it now. She has a few pins and buttons on them and a fair few on there were a gift from you.

⋆*·ﾟ Her room is the safest place she knows. It's sacred to her. It's where she can let down her guard and stop the pretending... and shield herself from all the shit she's been through. So you see it as an honour that you're one of the few who she lets inside, figuratively and literally.

⋆*·ﾟ You often lazily braid Cara's hair during sleepovers, knowing how much it calms her down. Don't be surprised when she falls asleep, though. She loves how the soft tugging and playing with her hair and your fingers scraping her scalp lulls her to sleep.

⋆*·ﾟ Talking about that, the girl falls asleep in the most uncomfortable positions, but somehow she always ends up safely tucking herself into the covers all snugly sometime during the night. The sight never fails to warm your heart. It also breaks it, because she looks so vulnerable and it reminds you of the little Cara you've seen in photo albums shown to you by her grandparents. You hate how this current Cara, who's looking all innocent while asleep but has been through so much, will always carry a traumatic past of loss and betrayal with her. Something she never deserved.

⋆*·ﾟ She's home in your arms and she knows how safe she's in them, so it's her favourite place after a hard day, or any day for that matter. She's also fond of being the big spoon because she can lock you in her soft embrace, making sure nothing will happen to the two of you. Will throw a pillow at Naomi if she comes to disturb you from your bubble to tell you dinner's ready, after she got radiosilence the first time around.

⋆*·ﾟ Cara's always pulling you onto your lap and then tucks her chin on your shoulder as she continues her conversation with her friends. It's such a small but such a grande gesture to you all the same. You love it.

⋆*·ﾟ She's... not the best driver. But in your defence, she just needs a little more experience. Stalls often or takes sharp turns and bumps the occasional curb, then laughs her own mistakes away. That's exactly why you love her so... because she always tries to turn each negative into a positive.

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some of cara's song recs:

pancakes for dinner - lizzy mcalpine

reckless driving - lizzy mcalpine & ben kessler

room service - holly humberstone

love you more - racoon

walk - griff

so good at being in trouble - unknown mortal orchestra

everywhere - fleetwood mac

hey blondie - dominic fike

woo! - remi wolf

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more in part two, cara lovers 🥹 (and will probably be posted on my agggtm tumblr! <3

#cara ward imagine #cara ward x reader #agggtm imagine #agggtm x reader #cara ward

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chaosology · 8 months

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haven't i given enough?

— Sam Kerr x reader

based off another fic I wrote, hope it's ok!! masterlist

there will be a part two, let me know what you think :)

When Sam and Y/N met, everything had just fallen into place. Y/N was interning at the local hospital when the Matilda's had come for a charity event, cheering up sick kids on the ward. Y/N had never been much into sports, instead choosing to lock herself in her room on Sunday mornings when her sister would train. In fact, she had no real intention of even interacting with the team. For all she knew, they were a bother - cluttering the halls and blocking the entry ways.

That was until she slammed right into one of them.

Her pager was quiet for the first time that shift, and she had taken the opportunity to go get coffee from the break room. The pathology results in her hands were suddenly scattered on the ground as she was forced several steps back. She had just cursed, not even bothering to look at her now enemy as she crouched down to pick them up.

"Shit! I'm so so sorry," the voice came, "I'll get it for you."

Her hands were joined by two more that anxiously fumbled around on the vinyl tiles, attempting to pick up the A4 sheets that would just fall from her fingers and slip back out.

"No no, it's fine." Y/N fired back. She wanted to add a sly you've already done enough, but at least her mystery attacker had tried to help. That was more than she could say for others.

"Quite some force you've got there." Y/N followed with. She was too embarrassed to life her gaze from the ground and instead focused on the blue nikes in front of her, now reordering the papers and securing them into her clipboard.

"Yeah, comes with the job I guess"

Huh?

Y/N looked up and was met with an apologetic set of eyes and a warm smile. She took her outstretched hand, allowing herself to be pulled up.

"I'm sorry. I'm Sam... I'm Sam and I'm sorry." She was tripping over her words awkwardly, a blush beginning to paint her cheeks. Y/N had laughed, looking down to realise her hand was still in hers.

"Can I buy you a coffee?"

"So, when can I meet your family?"

You looked over to the couch where Sam was resting with her phone, the sun painting a warm glow over her body - she looked beautiful. The question had caught you off guard, Sam could tell. The way your body tensed and nervously chewed on your lip. Your relationship with your family was... complicated.. In the nine months you'd been dating, there was never any mention of your relatives despite your meeting hers.

Your older sister Ami was everything you weren't. She was sporty and athletic, witty and carefree. She exuded an air of confidence that you could never quite match no matter how hard you tried - but that you could handle. It was the taking.

At 14 you stood anxiously by the lockers as you admired Cara Stevens from afar. She was so dreamy, blonde curls framing her freckled face. She had all the important qualities you needed as a 14 year old: she was pretty, a year above AND she had the nicest stationary in her grade. You couldn't believe when she walked over to you of all people, leaning against the door of your locker. Your heart was racing, almost beating out of your chest as you met her eye.

"Hey there, you're Y/N... right?" she had asked. She smelled of fresh mint and you swear she could combust right then and there. "I was just wondering if you could give me your sister's number? No harm in trying, right?"

All feeling had left your body as you absentmindedly scribbled down her mobile number, saying nothing as you watched Cara walk over to her friends and hold up the number like it was a trophy.

You cried in the bathrooms that day.

At 19, you met Grace Li. She was your first proper girlfriend, as you swore off dating in high school to focus on getting into medicine. Grace was studying radiology and you bonded over your mutual love of the sciences, regularly making dates out of shared lectures and labs. Grace clicked instantly with your family, always coming over and helping out when she could. You didn't think much of how she would always sit next to your sister and chat when she had the chance (even if the seat next to you was free.) You thought her inviting out your sister when you went clubbing with friends was just her trying to make a good impression.

You realised you were wrong when you walked in on them with their tongues down their throats in the bathroom.

Your sister had only offered a half-hearted apology that morning. "It's not my fault, Y/N. She came on to me and we were both super drunk. You guys weren't even that serious, right?"

It irked you that it seemed she hadn't even wanted a relationship with Grace, only to win her over and have her claim. But they were only human, right? You spent that weekend in bed crying not only from sadness, but the all-consuming guilt from momentarily hating your sister. You felt so awful.

You never saw Grace again.

At 23, you begged your mum and dad to drive you to the hospital for your first day as an intern. All throughout your childhood, they would take your first day of school off work to drop you off. You'd get breakfast before and play Strawberry Kisses on the radio, singing in the back of the car and kicking your dad's seat to annoy him. You had worked your ass off to get here and wanted nothing more to relive a favourite childhood memory on what would be the most exciting day of your life.

As you left your room to meet in the kitchen of the family home, you were greeted by the obnoxiously yellow note on the fridge.

"Sorry love, Ami was subbed in for a big game! Maybe tomorrow? x"

Your emotions had bubbled up to the surface as you ripped the note from the fridge. It crumpled in your hand as you stood there, tears falling down your cheeks. You had wiped them away pathetically, sniffling as you grabbed your lunch and stuffed it in your bag. The drive to work was silent. There was no Strawberry Kisses, no breakfast and kiss on the cheek. There was no photo of you in your scrubs outside the hospital, mimicking the cheesy grin you made in your kindy photo.

They never made up for it.

So yes, the relationship with your family was strained. There was no awareness on their part; instead, they would pass comments at the table about how you were oh so distant. They would tease about Ami "stealing" Grace as you sat eating, feeling like a little girl all over again. You loved your family, but they had the ability to reduce you to nothing in seconds without even realising it. The worst part was could never quite bring yourself to criticise it, always too guilty to think even a bad word.

You had wanted so desperately to keep Sam a secret, but she was getting impatient. You texted your mother that evening, asking if she was free for dinner and made plans for the following Saturday. Sam held you in that arms as you slept that night, but you couldn't quite rid yourself of that sinking feeling in your stomach.

When you arrived at dinner that night, you noticed the way your sister left the spare chair next to her and insisted you sat next to your father. Sam had looked almost uncomfortable at first, but next you knew she was having an animated conversation with Ami about football. The sinking feeling returned.

As you laid in bed that night, you traced Sam's face. She was exhausted - having fallen asleep as her head hit the pillow. Your fingers danced delicately across her cupid's bow, running down her jawline and coming to rest just above her heart.

The tender moment was interrupted by the buzz of her phone. She was too far gone to even notice and the screen eventually turned back off, returning the room to darkness. Until it buzzed again. And again.

Frustrated, you grabbed it to put it on silent. Thats when you noticed.

"Heya, it's Ami. Lovely meeting Y/N's better half tonight :) Send me that link we spoke about? x"

Oh.

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marrziy · 5 months

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Rafe Cameron x Male Reader

Entre Tapas, Ciúmes e Fodas (1/3)

• Série: Outer Banks.

• Personagem: Rafe Cameron.

•‼️Relacionamento conturbado (lê-se nada saudável), briga, discussão e violência. Os dois protagonistas sendo inconsequentes e, como diria Arthur Aguiar, "fora da casinha, fora da casinhaaa..."‼️

• P.S: O capítulo intercala entre a contextualização do presente e do tempo presente em si. Separei e destaquei esses momentos, creio que não esteja confuso. Basicamente, há trechos no meio do enredo que fogem da trama principal para dar contexto e conduzir o background da história.

• Sinopse: M/n e Rafe estão numa relação confusa. Os dois rapazes supostamente têm algo exclusivo, mas nenhuma confirmação ou pedido foi feito desde que iniciaram essa espécie de vínculo. Em uma festa na mansão Cameron, M/n propositalmente dá moral para JJ Maybank. M/n quer que Rafe sinta o mesmo que ele sentiu quando o flagrou com uma garota na fogueira anual, mas um Rafe irritado ocasiona em um M/n irritado, e a soma final resulta em caos.

Palavras: aproximadamente 3,1k

• Narrador: 1° pessoa (M/n) - presente/passado.

[• • •]

Os Cameron e a minha família estão em uma união estável de anos, duas linhagens de kooks conectadas pela parceria de empresas e laços fortes. Conheço Rafe e Sarah desde a infância, vi Wheezie crescer e modéstia à parte, sou como um quarto filho para o senhor Cameron. Meu pai é o sócio mais valioso de Ward e minha mãe, de acordo com Rose, era a companhia perfeita para fofocar e discutir frustrações.

Como filho único, eu me sentia sozinho em casa. Meus pais só eram presentes quando necessário ou quando o filhinho supostamente perfeito deles fugia da curva pré-destinada de um kook que faz jus ao status de mauricinho entojado.

Eu e meus velhos temos percepções diferentes sobre quem eu deveria ser, e por muito tempo, eu segui o modelo, mas conforme crescia, fui aflorando a certeza de que eu não queria traçar o mesmo rumo que eles, não queria ser um cara desesperado por jantar pontos sociais, fingir simpatia com gente mesquinha e muito menos lamber as bolas de um velho jurássico para fechar algum negócio.

A mansão Cameron sempre foi a minha primeira casa. Os momentos mais memoráveis da minha infância ocorreram no enorme jardim daquela residência. Rose, a tal madrasta má, título dado por Sarah na plenitude de seus cinco anos, independente de me encarar como "o filho da minha amiga" e ter esse como seu único motivo para ser tão hospitaleira, fazia o meu eu de seis anos se sentir acolhido.

Ward Cameron, sendo a figura ocupada que impõe respeito aos demais detentores da metade Kook de Outer Banks, nas raras vezes em que participava das aventuras junto a mim, Rafe e Sarah, tornava a brincadeira mais especial, me dando o gostinho do que seria ter um pai que verdadeiramente exerce a paternidade.

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Eu não queria estar aqui, pois sei que ele marcaria presença. Óbvio... o maldito mora nessa casa, seria inocência da minha parte pensar que eu não toparia com sua figura indesejada.

Assim como o Jerry foge da porra do Tom, nos últimos dias eu tento escapar de Rafe até no pensamento.

Infelizmente falhei na parte em que tento não pensar no desgraçado, o filho da puta não sai da minha cabeça e é o motivo do meu tormento diário.

Tem a tal da abstinência, a parte que eu sinto falta, mas essa é ofuscada pelo meu desejo de socar aquele rostinho lindo. A raiva e a mágoa pulsam no meu peito desde aquele dia infeliz na fogueira. Devia ser um fim de semana incrível, era um puta festão com música alta, bebidas e gente para um santo caralho.

Aí eu vi Rafe.

O cara que agia e expressava em palavras o quanto eu era único, que fazia melaço do meu coração e que mesmo não assumindo um namoro comigo, me tratava como seu e eu retribuía, o tratando como meu.

Aos amassos com uma garota.

Rafe usava a boca que tanto me beijou no pescoço de outro alguém. Com a língua, ele trilhava o mesmo percurso que já trilhou para decorar cada cantinho do meu corpo. As mãos do arrombado apertavam a cintura daquela mulher com a mesma posse que ele costumava depositar em mim.

Não foi traição, não estamos namorando, mas tínhamos algo em construção... alguma coisa estava sendo moldada.

Até tudo desmoronar.

No último vislumbre que tive do cafajeste, ele estava calculando a minha presença, me encarando fixamente antes de esboçar... espanto? Não sei, não fiquei lá para ter certeza.

Qual era o plano? Uma rapidinha enquanto eu não chegava? Ele fingiria normalidade depois? Iria esconder essa merda de mim?

Fiquei até grato por presenciar aquilo, pelo menos eu não seria trouxa sem consciência. Consegui ir embora antes que Rafe me abordasse com suas falácias, evitando uma discussão ao redor daquele mar de gente. Conhecendo a nossa natureza instável, nós dois acabaríamos como símbolos daquela noite.

Sarah é a única a saber com amplitude sobre o nosso... lance. Ela é minha melhor amiga e irmã do vacilão, uma hora ou outra ela descobriria que há algo além do carnal nessa história. Pessoas próximas apenas desconfiam sobre rolar algo entre quatro paredes. Os amigos de Rafe, por exemplo, categorizam como brotheragem.

E quem me dera se essa pataquada se resumisse a dois caras com tesão.

Ignorei as ligações e mensagens do loiro. Me poupei de excluir seu número, já que eu o tinha decorado. Cheguei a me privar de sair, tamanha falta de vontade para lidar com esse porre.

Rafe me procurou em casa, e como o babaca é visto com bons olhos pelos meus pais, sua visita seria facilmente concedida. Felizmente os patrões mal param em casa e eu consegui passar aos empregados a informação de que Rafe não é bem vindo.

Uma reação exagerada? Sei lá.

Mas eu não protegi meu coração insistente, doeu demais senti-lo ser esmagado por um desgraçado indeciso.

Passei o resto daquela fatídica noite me sentindo um caco, completamente frágil. Em casa, chorei, me acabei no meu quarto. Na manhã seguinte, a realidade bateu forte. Eu nunca havia me sentido tão patético.

Eu me martirizei por me permitir chegar a tal ponto, mas pelo menos me divertia pensar no quão clichê era a minha sofrência. Poderia facilmente vender as minhas tragédias para a Netflix, renderia um bom drama com jovens-tcholas-trouxas-apaixonados.

Eu sabia que precisava superar, mas quando o problema batia de frente, eu não conseguia encará-lo.

A primeira metade da semana pós-desgraça foi soturna. Eu passei a refletir sobre os porquês de Rafe estar com outra pessoa, comecei a procurar falhas em mim que pudessem ter o levado a fazer o que fez, ponderando o mofo alheio como se fosse meu.

Apesar do formato da nossa relação não ser oficial, eu me sentia traído. A sensação de ilusão que fica, é péssima. O mínimo retrogosto de sinceridade se dilui na alma e mesmo que eu não tenha feito nada, me sentia insuficiente, como se o que levou Rafe a me "trair" fosse algo que faltasse em mim, algo que ele procurou e encontrou naquela garota.

Sarah me ajudou a sair dessa fossa. A teimosia da loira serviu de algo, afinal. É tradição da Cameron do meio planejar uma festa bombástica sempre que seus responsáveis estivessem fora, e hoje é o dia. Ela não queria que eu perdesse, e percebendo minha ausência nos últimos dias, ela moldou sua rotina inteirinha ao meu redor, decidida a me animar.

Uma amiga foda, no mínimo.

Eu esqueci dessa lição de me tratar com mais amor e Sarah me relembrou de praticá-la. O sentido da vida é para frente, e eu não devia permitir que um cara de juras falsas me arraste para a direção contrária.

Mesmo que essa situação ainda machuque, eu decidi fazer algo a respeito, e nessa noite de sexta, eu me empenhei em me sentir gostoso.

Às dez da noite eu compareço a residência dos Cameron. De longe é possível ouvir a música alta e ter certo vislumbre da iluminação neon que foge dos limites impostos pelas paredes e janelas da bela moradia. A festa se estende de dentro para fora, com várias pessoas no jardim e muitas outras curtindo o som enervante na mansão. Alguns olhares desejosos são direcionados a mim e eu anoto cada um deles, fazendo uma listinha mental com quem eu vou foder hoje à noite.

Já tenho nove rostinhos decorados, mas tem um em específico que eu venho pensando desde que saí de casa...

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Sarah e eu somos bem parecidos. Algo que se destaca em nós dois e que se difere da maioria dos Kooks, é o asco que sentimos pelo que envolve ser um kook.

É sufocante estar rodeado de tanta mesquice. Nascemos em berço de ouro e realmente é bom ter o melhor que o dinheiro pode comprar, mas a grana não arca com a paciência necessária para lidar com tanta gente que tem a moeda americana reluzindo no lugar do cérebro.

O nível da falta de classe entre os da classe alta chega a ser vergonhoso.

O dinheiro cega muitos por aqui. Tem quem chegue ao ponto de definir todos os pogues como maus-caracteres, ladrões e oportunistas, resumindo o lado menos rico da ilha com base em puro preconceito e no raciocínio do "tirei do meu cu".

O lado que sustenta o outro, é desvalorizado e visto como inferior. É revoltante ver esse pensamento ser passado adiante, com filhos aprendendo com os pais a arte da filha-da-putisse.

Eu e Sarah já fizemos parte disso. Quando mais jovens, considerávamos os pogues má influência e costumávamos evitar qualquer tipo de interação com eles. Com o tempo, seja através de festas ou com as nossas escapulidas para o lado pogue da ilha, conforme conviviamos com a outra metade de Outer Banks, de realidade tão distinta, acabamos por encontrar um refúgio. Fundamos amizades, Sarah construiu algo a mais com um garoto de lá e, obviamente, o nosso pensamento sobre aquele lugar e as pessoas que ali vivem, foi totalmente remoldado.

Nossa aproximação com os pogues rendeu burburinho. Um ato tão singelo foi considerado rebelde, nossos nomes passaram a ser trocados por apelidos e comentários como "decidiu virar pogue agora?", "o lado morto de fome é mais animado?" e até "sentar pra vagabundo é mais gostoso?" se tornaram frequentes.

Para Sarah, a resposta para todos esses questionamentos seria um simples "sim", mas quem perguntava não precisava saber. Ignorar sempre foi a via mais segura.

Eu queria poder afirmar o mesmo sobre mim, mas infelizmente tinha um kook que me prendia na redoma voraz ao seu redor.

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Apesar da rixa entre pogues e kooks, e as discussões e brigas serem mais que esperadas quando os dois grupos dividem o mesmo espaço, sabemos aproveitar uma festa independente disso. Há duas opções caso algum babaca eleve o nível ao ponto de sair distribuindo socos: separamos a briga ou fazemos dela o entretenimento da noite.

Mesmo com os conflitos de lei, geral costuma esquecer dessa merda de rivalidade quando estão com álcool e droga vazando de seus respectivos rabos.

É até engraçado ver um kook de nariz empinado pegando um pogue marrento em festas assim, sendo que ambos juram ódio recíproco quando não estão altos.

A hipocrisia da galera é ressaltada quando o grave inebriante da canção contagia do corpo mais imóvel ao mais agitado, vagando entre as pessoas misturadas que dançam, bebem, beijam e interagem entre si com o filtro social desligado.

No meio de tantos corpos banhados ao neon da iluminação piscante, de cores vibrantes do azul e vermelho ao roxo, eu finalmente encontro o loiro que eu quero.

JJ está de costas para mim, se servindo com as bebidas disponíveis em uma mesa, misturando as opções em uma espécie de salada alcoólica.

Meus passos animados em direção ao Maybank se tornam vagarosos conforme meus olhos capturam Rafe.

Os móveis que não foram retirados para ampliar o espaço, estão escorados nas paredes, e em um sofá afastado, rodeado por seus amigos e algumas pessoas desconhecidas por mim, Rafe ri de, imagino eu, alguma besteira qualquer dita por Topper.

Fico feliz que ele não me percebeu ali. No fundo, sua atenção é algo que eu quero, mas não é algo que eu preciso, então sufoco a vontade de desviar minha rota e sigo reto até JJ.

Estou disposto a retribuir as investidas do Maybank. Tenho as respostas perfeitas para as cantadas do loiro e não pretendo desviar de nenhuma proposta que ele possa me apresentar.

Já recusei uma foda com esse gostoso por estar em um relacionamento que só existia na minha cabeça. Esses com certeza estão no meu top dez arrependimentos da vida, tanto me relacionar com Rafe quanto não ter topado transar com JJ.

Me aproximo discretamente, elevando meus braços até cobrir os mirantes do Maybank. Ele logo saca, rindo baixinho enquanto tateia as costas das minhas mãos. Sou interrompido por sua voz quando eu estava prestes a soltar o clássico "adivinha quem é".

— Cala a boca! – o loiro profere, afobado. Eu decapitei minha fala no mesmo instante, sorrindo enquanto minha testa franze, curioso quanto a forma que JJ reagiu. — Opa... Foi mal! Se eu pareci bravo, juro que foi sem querer. – ele ri meio sem graça e eu mordo meu lábio inferior, contendo uma risada. — Mas eu meio que quis mandar você calar a boca mesmo. Eu devia ter sido mais mansinho, mas já foi, então foda-se. – ele fala e eu o ouço com atenção.

Estou bem próximo de JJ e luto contra a vontade de colar meu corpo ao dele.

— Mas me deixe adivinhar! Se você falar alguma coisa, eu vou saber quem é logo de cara, aí não vai ter graça. – o loiro conclui, me arremessando ao estupefato.

Minha mente explode. Porra, isso faz muito sentido. Permaneço calado enquanto devaneio sobre eu não ter raciocinado sobre isso, me sentindo meio tapado no processo.

— Ok, vejamos... – JJ leva a mão direita para trás, encontrando meu corpo enquanto ainda usa a esquerda para tatear minhas mãos em seus olhos. — Eu sei que é um cara... – ele relata sua constatação com os dedos trilhando do meu quadril a minha cintura, apertando minhas curvas com pressão. — Chega mais perto, tá meio difícil dizer quem é. – eu consigo imaginar perfeitamente o sorriso desse filho da puta no momento em que ele desce a palma até a minha bunda, afundando os dedos ali ao passo que me guia para si, até ter meu peitoral tocando suas costas.

Aproveito da aproximidade para sussurrar em seu ouvido — Ah, para. Cê acha que me engana? Eu sei que você já sabe que sou eu. – tiro minhas mãos do rosto do Maybank e tomo distância. O loiro se vira, me encarando dos pés a cabeça, exibindo o maldito sorriso cafajeste que me faria abrir as pernas instantaneamente se não estivéssemos rodeados por gente. O desgraçado sabe que é charmoso e usa isso a seu favor.

— Me pegou. – ele gesticula, erguendo as mãos em rendimento. JJ fixa seu olhar no meu corpo. — Você sempre tá bonito, mas não é meio criminoso andar tão gostoso por aí? - um atacante nato, JJ não perde uma.

— Vou me privar de te elogiar, você já é muito convencido. – eu me recosto na mesa de bebidas, vidrado nos olhos brilhantes do loiro certo. — Senti sua falta, do seu jeitinho...

— Você andou sumido nesses últimos dias. O que aconteceu com meu kook preferido?

Antes que eu possa responder, minha atenção é fisgada pelo Cameron atrás de JJ. Rafe, ainda no sofá do outro lado da sala, se encontra no mesmo cenário de antes, rodeado por pessoas seguindo a lógica de uma festa, ou seja, estão dançando, rindo por pouco, se pegando ou ficando embriagadas. Mas Rafe foge dessa órbita, adaptando para si apenas a parte de se embebedar, já que com um copo vermelho, ele vira a bebida com os olhos focados em mim, ignorando as pessoas ao seu redor e me encarando com seu semblante vazio, que não dizia nada, mas por ser direcionado a mim, me faz somar um mais um.

Ele está incomodado com minha interação com JJ.

Meus olhos encontram os dele e no mesmo instante eu desvio minha atenção, empurrando Rafe para o baú, decidido a ignorá-lo em prol do meu querer esquecer e medo de lidar.

Essa pequena alteração de foco e silêncio repentino fez JJ virar para onde eu estava mirando. Ele busca se situar sobre minha reação, mas eu o impeço, agarrando suas bochechas e o trazendo de volta para mim antes que seu olhar encontre o problema.

— Não foi nada demais, só peguei um resfriado. Me isolei em casa até passar, mas já tô melhor. Gentileza sua perguntar, valeu! – minto, me recusando a tocar no assunto quando eu devia estar me divertindo.

É nítido que minha resposta não colou. É difícil enganar o enganador. — Fico feliz que você esteja bem. – mas JJ respeita minha decisão de omissão e não toca mais no assunto. — Ah, eu tenho uma coisa pra você!

O Maybank enfia a mão no bolso esquerdo de sua bermuda, revirando a palma nos limites de pano, tirando de lá um emaranhado de linha, que revela-se um colar no processo em que JJ desembaraça a peça e a estende para mim. Eu a pego, observando cada detalhe, desde o nó que une as pontas da linha preta até as pedras coloridas de confecção que decoram a extensão da linha rumo a conchinha branca no centro.

— Feliz aniversário! Eu sei que foi sexta passada, mas só topei com você agora e eu não queria deixar passar. A Kie me ajudou a fazer. Não é grande coisa, mas espero que você goste. Eu passei por uma loja e vi um parecido, na hora pensei em você, mas aquela porra custava os olhos da cara, então fiz a minha versão capenga e-

Eu pulo com os braços abertos em JJ, abraçando seu pescoço, cortando seu discurso apressado e distribuindo beijos avulsos por sua face. Ele retribui, rodeando minha cintura com seus braços fortes. — Meu Deus, você é tão... perfeito! – após nos separamos, assim como o loiro tenta disfarçar sua timidez rara, eu tento disfarçar a minha emoção. Eu coloco o colar, segurando a concha na palma da mão, admirando o presente genuíno. — Eu amei! Porra, eu não mereço você!

— Para, vai... Assim eu fico sem graça! Tenho que manter a minha pose de bad boy. – JJ se direciona até a mesa, pegando duas garrafas de cerveja e alguns copos. — Vem comigo! Eu tô lá fora com a galera. Kiara deve tá puta com a minha demora, levar você vai fazer ela esquecer de brigar comigo. Bora?

— Vai na frente. Eu apareço lá, só vou dar uma passadinha no banheiro. – JJ me dá um beijo na testa antes de se virar e eu desconto sua mão boba de mais cedo, dando um tapa carregado em sua bunda antes que ele suma de vista.

— Eu vou devolver isso mais tarde, só que você vai estar sem roupas! Me aguarde! – posso ouvir JJ, suas palavras diluídas na canção alta que ronda por toda a casa. "Mal posso esperar" é a frase que ecoa pela minha cabeça.

O plano era me olhar no espelho, só para ter certeza se meu cabelo se rebelou ou não contra mim nesse meio tempo, mas eu não contava com a porra do demônio sussurrando nas minhas costas.

— Está se divertindo? – a voz de Rafe soa atrás de mim, próxima até demais.

Continua na parte 2...

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RIDE THE CYCLONE

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SHADOW AND BONE

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SIX OF CROWS

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THE OUTSIDERS

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IT (2017)

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THE SCHOOL FOR GOOD AND EVIL

❍ agatha of woods beyond, ❍ sophie of woods beyond, tedros of camelot, ❍ hort of bloodbrook, ❍ hester of ravenswood, ❍ anadil, ❍ dot, nicola, aric, rhian mistral, rafal mistral, leonora lesso, clarissa dovey

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A GOOD GIRLS GUIDE TO MURDER

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DRACULA

dracula, ❍ lucy westenra, mina harker, arthur holmwood, ❍ renfield, dr seward, abraham van helsing, ❍ quincey morris

FRANKENSTEIN

victor frankenstein, ❍ adam frankenstein, elizabeth lavenza, justine moritz, ernest frankenstein, henry clerval, the bride

DR JEKYLL AND MR HYDE

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MONSTER HIGH

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THE POWERPUFF GIRLS

❍ blossom utonium, bubbles utonium, buttercup utonium , ❍ brick jojo, boomer jojo, butch jojo

DAVID BOWIE

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SWEENEY TODD

❍ sweeney, anthony hope, ❍ mrs lovett, johanna

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MISC. CHARACTERS

sarah williams, ❍ bernard the elf, ❍ rodrick heffley, ❍ varian

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writeforfandoms · 3 years

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Merry Go Round of Life 3

Find my masterlist

Part 3 people!! And guess what? We’re finally meeting some of our faves here!

This will be Din Djarin x f!reader. Eventually. Give it time.

Warnings: I don’t even think there’s swearing in this chapter.

Chapter three: In which there is a wizard

A soft weight settling on your lap woke you up. Well, partially woke you. You didn’t open your eyes as you murmured, “Not time yet ‘Mer.” It was definitely Omera. Cara would never be so gentle trying to rouse you.

A gentle coo made you blink, then your eyes flew open and you sat bolt upright, and then immediately slouched back into the chair with a groan of pain. Oh, ow. Your everything hurt.

A giggle from your lap caught your attention again, and you carefully blinked down at your lap. A small child was settled happily in your lap, looking up at you with large brown eyes. He smiled and giggled again. Your heart melted, just a little.

“And who are you, little one?” you murmured. “Are you here by yourself?” You looked around, one hand carefully cupped against the kid’s back to hold him steady. But there was no other sign of life around.

“Finally awake again,” the fire grumbled, rousing from slumber and stretching up towards the ceiling. “Took you long enough!”

For a moment, just a moment, you stared at the fire. That had been real, not a weird dream. All of it was real. The curse. The witch. All of it. You were in the moving castle.

“Don’t mind the kid,” the fire told you. “He’s Djarin’s ward. I think. Or adopted son. I don’t really keep track.”

“Djarin?” You stumbled a little over the unfamiliar word.

“The wizard?” The fire prompted you, sounding a little derogatory. “You don’t even know the wizard’s name?”

You shrugged, carefully, and rearranged the kid to be more comfortable in your lap. “Nobody in Kalevala knows his name,” you pointed out, perhaps a touch defensive. “We all just called him the Wizard of the Moving Castle, or something like that.”

“Ha!” The fire snorted, sending sparks all over the place. You yelped and swatted at a stray one near your skirt. “How pretentious! I can’t decide if he’d love it or hate it.”

“What should I call the little one?” You smiled down at the child, who beamed right back at you.

“Dunno. Mostly Djarin just calls him kid.”

The kid looked around at that. You had the feeling that he understood a lot more of what was going on than he let on. Then he grabbed a handful of your skirt and started playing with it, apparently content to stay where he was.

“Hey, we still on?” Peli demanded suddenly. “Our deal. You’re still going to work on it, right?”

You stood, carefully holding the kid to you so he wouldn’t be harmed. The little darling immediately cuddled into you with a little huff. “I don’t know how much help I can be. I’m not a witch.”

“You don’t need to be.” Peli smiled, and it showed far too many pointy teeth for a fire. Far too many pointy teeth in general, actually, now that you thought about it. “You’ll figure it out, you seem smart.”

Something about Peli’s words had little alarm bells going off in your mind. “What do you mean, figure it out?”

“Well, I can’t just tell you,” Peli hissed. “That’s against the rules. Even I can’t break the rules. Nobody can. But! There will be hints. All you need to do is stick around for a little while, and once you figure it out, I’ll lift the curse on you!”

You considered for a few moments. Really, that didn’t sound awful. You’d have to think of a convincing reason to stay in the castle. But either Peli would help you, or wizard Djarin would. You still couldn’t exactly go back to your shop, not with the way you looked. So while this hadn’t been part of your plan, it wasn’t bad. There were no major downsides that you could see.

“Alright,” you agreed. “It’s a deal.”

Peli grinned at that. “You’ll need to give Djarin a reason for staying.”

You nodded your agreement and started to carefully walk around, looking around the room for inspiration. The room wasn’t messy, really, but it was a bit cluttered. And a bit dusty.

“I could be his housekeeper?” you suggested.

“Not a chance,” Peli said with a snort. “He’d throw you out in an instant. Stubborn man.”

You frowned at the fire briefly before you continued your exploration. There was a little kitchenette attached to the main space, and before long you had a kettle and tea. “I could cook?”

“Nah, he does some of that himself.” Peli eyed you as you poured water into the kettle. “What are you doing?”

“Making tea.” You tone said that this really should be obvious.

“Oh no you don’t!” Peli immediately protested. “No! I refuse! That is blatant abuse!”

“I don’t see any other fireplaces,” you pointed out. “And I want a cup of tea. Actually, the little one could do with some breakfast, too.” You turned appraising eyes to the kid, who was still propped happily against your shoulder. He blinked at you and burbled, one little hand reaching over to pat your cheek gently. Your heart melted a little more.

“No,” Peli repeated, eyes wide. “No!”

“This won’t hurt you,” you told her, well used to tantrums from both your sisters and your niece. “Just bend down your head a little.”

Peli made an odd hissing, crackling noise as you plonked the kettle down over the fire to heat. Satisfied, you hobbled off to grab the frying pan and eggs. Everyone liked eggs. (Hopefully the kid liked eggs.)

“That’s right,” you muttered as you plonked the fry pan down too. “Good fire.”

“Here’s another curse for you,” Peli muttered bitterly, blue eyes staring at you. “May all your cooking burn.”

You hummed quietly as you worked, and the kid behaved remarkably well. Cooking one-handed was a little slower, but the kid didn’t want to be put down, with one hand fisted in your dress and the other half-shoved in his own mouth. Every time you looked at him, those big brown eyes were looking right back at you. Really, it should be illegal for children to be this cute.

The door creaked open behind you as you were cracking eggs into the fry pan. You stiffened but didn’t turn to look, instead focusing on the eggs. You stirred the eggs carefully, waiting for something to happen. The kid babbled something incoherent and turned to look at the new person, but didn’t let go of you.

“Peli.” The voice was low and rough, and definitely male.

“You’re back!” Peli wiggled under the fry pan. “Make her stop, she’s awful!”

A presence stopped next to you. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw dark fabric and metal armor. Again with the armor. Maybe it was a witch and wizard thing? Hadn’t the witch been wearing armor when she cursed you? Curious. The person was male, and taller than you (easier than ever, since you seem to have shrunk a few inches in your new old age). He was also eerily, disconcertingly quiet.

“What is going on?” he finally asked, voice a little raspy.

“She’s abusing me!” Peli immediately burst out. The kid in your arms cooed and laid fully against your shoulder, grabbing a handful of hair in his grabby little hand. You huffed and carefully shuffled egg onto a plate for the kid.

“Eggs?” you offered the wizard blithely. “Figured the little one could use some breakfast.”

The wizard didn’t respond, but the helmet slowly moved to look at Peli instead. “Who let her in?” he demanded.

“Nobody, she just wandered in on her own,” Peli answered. “Somewhere between Kalevala and Tattooine.”

“Just wandered in,” he repeated slowly. The helmet shifted focus to you.

You shrugged, careful not to disturb the child, and managed to balance two plates over to the table. Wizard Djarin followed you.

“I was looking for a new job,” you told him, on the fly. That was not true, but somehow you’d stumbled into a job all the same. “You really shouldn’t leave such a young one home alone, you know. They’ll get into all sorts of mischief. My niece is only a little older than this one, and she was a fright! Used to try to put herself in one of the ovens if my sister didn’t have an eye on her.” You chuckled. That was absolutely true - Winta, Omera’s daughter, had been a right terror as a toddler, and had run the entire bakery staff into the ground.

The wizard looked at you, his helmet tipped slightly to one side, apparently deep in thought. Letting him look his fill, you set the child down at the table with a clean spoon you found. Fortunately, he was able to feed himself, though he seemingly narrated the entire process to you. You hummed when it seemed appropriate and nodded along with him. Honestly, small children were sometimes good like this, entertaining themselves and you. Win-win.

“You’re good with him.”

You jumped. You hadn’t expected the wizard to speak, and you blinked up at him. “He’s a sweet little one,” you answered carefully.

The wizard nodded once. When the kettle whistled, he waved you to stay where you were and retrieved the kettle himself, pouring the hot water into the teapot. You blinked, surprised, but didn’t object. As soon as all the cooking objects were away from the fire, Peli sprung back up towards the ceiling, seemingly stretching out and complaining, though nobody paid much attention to the words. (Well, you certainly didn’t, and it didn’t seem that Djarin was paying attention either.)

The rest of breakfast passed quietly. The kid ate and then slid off his chair to go wrap himself around the wizard, who picked him up easily and carried him off. You cleaned up after breakfast and then did a bit of tidying (and conveniently poked your nose into various cubbies and drawers, just in case there were any convenient hints laying about).

It wasn’t longer than an hour before the wizard returned and handed the kid to you again. You took the kid, blinking up at the wizard.

“I won’t be long,” he said, helmet focused on the two of you. “Stay with the kid.”

You nodded, momentarily perplexed, and watched as Djarin walked to the door. He turned a knob next to the door, one you hadn’t noticed before, and opened the door. Instead of seeing the expected hills of the countryside around Kalevala, or even the sandy wastes of Tattooine, you saw… a town? It was a different style of architecture than Kalevala, and you thought you heard birds, but different birds than you’d ever heard in your life.

But the view you had was brief, as Djarin stepped out through the door and shut it firmly behind him.

#merry go round of life #the mandalorian x reader #din djarin x reader #din djarin x you #howl's moving castle au

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ollypopwrites · 4 years

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I remember Cara mentioning that din had a serious relationship with omera 🤔 what was it like for him?

Ooooh I love this question 💜

I wanna preface this by saying I LOVE OMERA. This is not an Omera hate blog. So if anyone expects me to trash Omera in favor of a Din x Reader relationship it’s not gonna happen!!!

Warnings: mentions of guns, non-graphic descriptions of sex and sex-work, and brief mentions of one Cara Dune.

Din met Omera (and Cara for that matter) on the run with Junior shortly after he saved him (that’s a whole other story lmao)

They hunkered down in Sorgan because it’s literally a one horse town in the middle of fucking nowhere surrounded by a thick forest and is on no one’s radar

A rogue group of bandits lived in the woods on the edge of town and had been giving Sorgan trouble, harassing people for “protection” and basically coming through and taking what they wanted and cutting down anyone who got in their way

Din and Junior were housed and fed in return for him stepping in to “encourage” the group to find a new town to bother

Omera had lived on and run her own ranch in town for years after her husband had died — and she wasn’t helpless.

She was the only one in town with a gun and she knew how to use it. But her alone with a shotgun wasn’t enough to ward off the bandits.

Between Din, her and Cara - Sorgan was well taken care of for those few months.

Din liked Omera for her quiet and soft strength, there was no yelling or beating her chest in some kind of posturing she just was tough when she needed to be.

And she was kind. She took good care of Junior and Winta, and took good care of him too.

Din was faced with the new responsibility for a baby (which he was VERY unprepared for), he was on the run and not sure if he could ever bring himself and a foundling to a Covert for true safety

But Omera welcomed them in with open arms — no judgment about the patch on his dusty old vest and no questions about the baby

He trusted her.

And when she showed interest in him, he wasn’t really sure what to do with it

his life was low key on fire most of the time at that point and why would a competent woman like her want to deal with that?

But she took the lead, which he simultaneously liked and was uncertain about.

He stayed in Sorgan for a few months and in that time him and Omera had sort of fallen into this whirlwind romance

The sex was soft and affectionate — which was definitely not something he was used to.

But there was something about the slow way in which she rocked her hips above him, a gentle hand on his chest and the quiet whispers of pleasure.

Most of the sex he had before was transactional.

The girls he regularly saw at various brothels were nice and he liked them just fine — but it was always about his pleasure and there wasn’t much intimacy to it.

It was more to blow off steam, or scratch an itch.

Omera was the one who taught him how much he loved to pleasure someone else — to chase the feeling together.

to watch someone fall apart in the best way because he made them feel good -- it was intoxicating and she showed him that and he hasn’t been the same since

It was also incredibly domestic.

Two kids and two parents respectively under one roof breaking bread together for all meals and living in each other’s pockets

He helped with chores around the ranch and ran around after the kids to wrangle them for dinner time.

So who could blame Cara for pointing out that Yes. He could have stayed there and lived a quiet life with Junior and Winta and Omera. Things just seemed to fit.

But the problem with these whirlwind romances is that the foundations aren’t always there.

So while Omera and Din were compatible in many ways and cared for each other very, very much...

Din’s commitment to the Mandalorians meant everything to him and they were his strongest defense from the people who would inevitably come after him and the kid — he ultimately had to get back to them.

And Omera had been handed her ranch down from generations of her family and she was an unofficial leader in her community

not to mention Winta had been raised by the community as a whole — there was no way they could leave.

Neither of them could sacrifice these things for the sake of someone they had met three months ago and had come together by circumstance.

They just couldn’t find a way to stay together that worked for either of them.

Especially not while Din was literally on the run from Ex-Imps who shot first and took out everything in their path

So they parted ways in a bittersweet but amicable way.

There was a lot of regret on Din’s side — like he had gotten a taste of what he could never have.

He sometimes wished he hadn’t indulged himself in the little fantasy because it hurt more to know that she was out there, willing and accepting of him and they still couldn’t be together.

He, eventually, got over those feelings. But it took some time.

He will always be grateful to Omera and have a fondness for her — she made him feel like, yes, he could be loved.

But he had to move on.

#biker!mando au

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estoniacobaltpayne · 3 years

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Judgement Day

Chapter 3: Temptation

Summary: Desperate, a force user bargains for her freedom; if she acquires the ‘asset’ deemed top priority, she would be free from the life that has enslaved her. Years of training has prepared her, but she’s stubborn and unlucky and more often than not she’s biting off more than she can chew. Maybe pulling the long con is the only path to freedom, but if it is, there’s a Mandalorian blocking it.

Warnings: language, sexual themes

Parirings: Din Djarin X Reader

Prologue: Here!

Chapter 1: Here!

Chapter 2: Here!

The air filling the cockpit of the ship is somehow both hotter than Arvala-7, and stuffier than Sorgan. The only sounds were the faint beeping from the dashboard, and the child’s playful cooing. Ragna sat in the copilot’s seat behind Mando’s left, and mulled over why she would bother to save him from the AT-ST walker back on Sorgan. What was the point? She just hindered her own damn plan! What the fuck is wrong with me? She thought hopelessly to herself.

Mando, in the pilot’s chair, was mulling over similar thoughts, and was just as confused. If Ragna was plotting against him, why would she bother saving him when she could have just as easily let him die? He wanted so badly to ask her why she helped him; to talk about the last few weeks and the child and her father and everything in between. He had to, really. He was going to. Yeah, he was going to.

“(Y/N)-“

But that’s as far as he got, because all of a sudden, another ship jumped out of hyperspace behind them and immediately got to work on shooting them down. Mando was quick to engage and fight back, but the abruptness of the engaging fighter caused all three of the them to be lurched from their seats. As Mando warded off the aggressor, Ragna leaped up to strap the child into the other copilot’s seat. She could hear an incoming message claiming that Mando’s insubordination to the Bounty Hunter’s Guild was to soon be his demise, but she paid little attention. The two hunters continued to converse, and after Ragna strapped in the child, she turned to help Mando. As much as she wanted to see him dead, if she didn’t help him take this other bounty hunter out, they’d both be nothing more than a waste of and in space. And then where would she be? She did her best to hold their opponent still using her abilities, but he was a slippery little bastard.

“I have an idea,” Mando declared. “I’m going to break. When I do, he’ll jut in front of us. You hold him still, and I’ll shoot. Brace yourself.”

And he did just that. (Y/N) braced herself on the dashboard, but the force of the manoeuvre was so strong, it threw her back onto the Mandalorian’s lap; she had no time to pay it any mind, because all conscious thought went into using the force to hold the other bounty hunter’s ship still. Once she knew their attacker had been terminated though, she began lamenting the fact that it was a random bounty hunter that was vaporised out of existence and not her.

Because being strewn across this man’s lap was bad enough, but looking up and meeting his visor’s gaze was worse. Instinctively, he had wrapped his left arm around her shoulders, and his legs had been spread further apart to make more room for her form. The two were unable to look away from each other- all reasonable thought had been thrown out the window, and they were stuck in time, once again. It wasn’t until the warning sirens blared out in panicked shrills that they pulled out of their trance. (Y/N) quickly stood up and moved back to the vacant copilot’s seat.

Not another word was said until they reached Tatooine.

Mando landed and exchanged quick words with the owner of the hanger before making to exit, off to find work. Ragna rushed out of the ship.

“Shouldn’t I come with you? You might need my help?” Ragna stated, realising that the Tatooinian dunes would be the perfect place to leave a Mandalorian corpse.

If that’s even what I want now. She was quick to push that thought aside.

“No, stay here and make sure nothing happens to the child,” came the Mandalorian’s response.

She tried not to let her face drop in earnest annoyance. “Yeah, I suppose that’s my job anyways!” she responded, trying to appear lighthearted.

Well, she could make that work too, she supposed. As soon as the ship was stable enough to fly, she’d take the child and leave. It didn’t matter if the bounty hunter was left dead or alive after his excursion. She’d be gone, ship controls in one hand, and child in the other.

Gods, please let this work this round, she thought. She was starting to get the feeling that if she didn’t end this soon, she’d never gain her freedom from the Empire. Or worse- she wouldn’t want to gain it if it meant bringing harm to the Mandalorian and the child. Whatever happens to the Mandalorian and the child is not my damn problem! she kept reassuring herself. But the repeated mantra was quickly beginning to lose its effect.

——

Mando had found that his guard was slipping throughout this whole ordeal in bringing in Fennec Shand. Catching her shouldn’t have been so hard, and he knew for damned sure he shouldn’t have entrusted Toro Calican with jack shit. And yet here he was, moping on the back of a damned dewback. But it wasn’t even that which contributed the most to his mood.

It was (Y/N).

The sight of her strewn across his lap had been nearly too much. It had been a while since he’d been able to… take care of himself in any way, and an even longer time since he’d been able to do so with someone he cared about in any capacity. He tried to reason with himself that he didn’t hold a single iota of deeper feelings for (Y/N), but he was beginning to realise that he couldn’t keep pushing these feelings back, no matter how terribly they were conflicting with the logic that he usually kept on autopilot. And, oh, was the ingrained image of her looking up at him from his lap interfering with that autopilot. She was becoming a problem.

More than anything, she perplexed Mando to no end. She had had several chances to slip behind his back and betray him in any number of ways, and yet, she hadn’t. But then why had both Cara and Omera been unable to trust her? Sure she had been caught in the middle of some weird situations that she had been able to explain away as mere extenuating circumstances, but if she had been attempting to betray him this whole time, why did she bother to save him not once, not twice, but three times now?

And why did he like it so damn much when she feel into his lap earlier? Oh, man. That was going to a persistent little reoccurring thought, wasn’t it?

——

Meanwhile, Ragna was beginning to realise that enacting any part of her grander scheme was going to be easier in theory. While conning the Mandalorian was proving to be easier that she originally anticipated (or so she liked to think), it was the detail in the plan of finding a moment of solitude that was really bearing problems.

The mechanic who owned the hangar, Peli Motto, was yet another of such obstacles in her plot. She was always around; always shouting at her droids, insisting that Ragna help her with the ship, and then there was the incessant talking. Oh, the talking. Ragna’s patience was beginning to wear thin. If she spent half as much time focusing on fixing the ship as she did talking at me, I could have left already! Ragna found herself thinking more often than not.

It wasn’t until Ragna was reporting back to her father the next evening where she began to grow restlessly desperate. His words had been particularly harsh that night, more so than usual, and it caused an untameable panic to rise in her throat, and her mind recalled the fear she felt when she was taken as a child, and paralleled it to her hunt for freedom in the present. Ragna could do nothing but helplessly watch the images flash by in her head.

A younger, though still just as terrifying version of Ragna’s Imperial father dragged away from a burning city. Though just a child, the severity of the situation had visibly wised her up instantly.

“I don’t want to go! Leave me be!” the young girl shouted.

“Quiet, girl! You’d do well to learn your place!” the man spit back.

“No! I won’t go with you! I won’t!” she pleaded, tears running down her round, adolescent face.

The older man sneered and let out a cynical laugh. “Oh? And what, pray tell, do you intend to do to stop me?”

“I’ll fight! I’ll never be one of you! I swear it!” she thrashed in the man’s arms as he led her away from her burning home. She thrashed and thrashed until she tired herself out.

She remembers being awake as he carted her away. Across the galaxy. To the Imperial Cruiser she would be forced to know as home. She was awake to witness this, but she was numb.

She was numb when her new ‘father’ laid her down in her new bed and told her this was her home now.

She was numb when he took her to a wrinkly old man who had the same powers as her. The same powers that her family had died trying to shelter her from.

She was numb when the wrinkly old man told her he was the Emperor, and, lord, was she thankful she was numb when he tortured her into using the force that her family had kept her from using.

The memories faded with dark echoes of, “you must embrace your potential,” and, “we are the only ones who want you.” Years of this brainwashing had been lost on her; trying to make her believe her family- her real family- didn’t want her. But she knew they had broken her in so many other ways; she knew when they sent her out on her first mission. She was not even eighteen years of age, and yet, she had killed so many so easily. This, of course, was not the first circumstance where she had been made to take another’s life, but this was the first time she had actually enjoyed it to some extent. She liked to tell herself that it was just the thrill of being let out on her own for the first time, but deep down, she knew that that was not the case.

She couldn’t settle after her reverie; her anxiety was pumping her blood through her head too hard. She needed to go. Immediately. The ship, whatever state it was in, would have to do.

She desperately clambered out of the ship to fetch the child, who had been playing with Peli’s droids in the shipyard. But, oh, so conveniently, he was no longer there.

“Kid? Kid where are you!” she whispered around the shipyard, doing her best to not be noticed by Peli or one of her many droids.

She was not expecting another, unknown person to catch her, though.

“The kid’s stayin’ right here.”

So close. She was so damn close to obtaining her freedom. If it wasn’t for this new asshole, Toro-fucking-Calican and his damned existence, she’d have already been out of here. He knocked her unconscious with one of Peli’s wrenches before she even had a chance to turn around and stare him in the eyes.

——

When she came to a few hours later, Calican had Peli Motto held hostage at gunpoint. The child was held in his arms, close enough to gunpoint to be a problem. She reckoned that her best bet was to try and manipulate him into doing what she wanted, but either Calican was smarter than he looked, or his head was too thick to penetrate, because nothing she said was having an effect on him. Eventually, she realised manipulating his mind wasn’t going to work, either.

So, out of options, she pulled out one of her oldest tricks. She hated using it, really, and had only used it a handful of times. It left a sour taste in her mouth, as she was made to use it for the first time at only the age of ten to force a prisoner of war into giving information. When he didn’t… Ragna didn’t like to think about that.

And she didn’t like to think about the world tuning out around her; she didn’t like thinking about how, even though her hand was at least twelve feet away from his neck, she could feel the blood clogging on either end of where the force was cutting off his air. She absolutely didn’t want to think about the panic that was flowing through the areas in his veins that his blood no longer could. She didn’t want to think about the child that was calling to her through the force to stop. She couldn’t stop. This was what she was supposed to do. Designed to do.

Ragna didn’t hear the Mandalorian arrive in the hangar. Neither did she hear him calling out to her. She didn’t hear him the second time, or the third. She couldn’t hear anything outside her head and Calican’s; only his pleading in his head, his screaming, and the screams of her past drilling holes in her sanity.

She was violently ripped from her spiralling when Mando laid a gentle hand on her upper arm and whispered her name, her real name, into her ear. Calican doubled over and sucked in gulps of air. (Y/N) could only spin around and stare into the dark visor. Ironically, it was the lightest thing in her line of sight, the rest of the world still dark around her. He gripped her arm tighter and leaned in, whispering her name again as she began to come back into the real world.

“Your girlfriend’s a psycho, Mando!” Calican exclaimed, regaining his breath. He was quick to aim his blaster again, his aim trying to decide between Mando, Ragna, and Peli Motto.

Mando only shrugged his shoulder nonchalantly, his aim at Calican’s head not once faltering. “Yeah? That’s not sayin’ much coming from you.” Mando’s words were pointed, calculated; their intended effect to sway Calican punctual and precise.

But what Ragna couldn’t stop focusing on was that Mando didn’t deny Calican’s statement about her being his girlfriend. The logical side of her knew that Mando wasn’t going to go into details with this man; he’d be dead within moments anyways, so why bother prolonging the conversation? But another part of her, a part buried deep down, liked that he hadn’t denied it. Which was dangerous, Ragna concluded, and something that should not, under any circumstance, be further considered or dwelled upon.

Mando and Calican only bickered for another second or two before things got messy. Blasters started firing, and Calican dropped the child in favour of an extra appendage. Ragna knew this was her last chance to bolt; with the Mandalorian still preoccupied with a shootout with Calican, she scooped up the child, dashed up the ramp of the ship and ascended in to the cockpit, closing the doors behind her. She had to get this ship in the air. It was cutting it close- too close- with the Mandalorian still in the hangar, but it was what it was.

The blood pumping through her ears muffled the sounds of gunfire outside, which was to her detriment, because just as she was about to finish firing up the ship, the Mandalorian entered the cockpit.

“What are you doing?” he said, pulling her out of her trance-like focus.

Ragna jumped; how did he crawl himself out of that so quickly? Actually, she thought, I really shouldn’t be so fucking surprised, at this point.

She knew she had to get herself out of this one on the spot. She pulled a pleasantly surprised face and turned to face him. “Oh thank the maker it’s you, Mando!” She let out a fake breath she wasn’t really holding. Or at least, not for the reason she wanted Mando to think.

He just continued to stare at her inquisitively. “Yes, but… what were you doing, Ragna?”

She opened and closed her mouth a few times while she thought up a quick lie. “It… it was purely instinctual! I couldn’t let Calican get the child! I…” she called upon every acting skill she could muster to look truly defeated in the chair. “So I ran up here. If I locked us in the cockpit, he wouldn’t be able to get in! I thought that by starting up the ship, I’d have time to get away should he get the upper hand!”

The Mandalorian tilted his head in a patronising manor. “Really? You think Calican would be able to out-gun me?”

“Well, you were the one who got himself out-witted by the novice in the middle of the desert!” Ragna gave him a teasing look. “Perhaps your reputation no longer precedes you. Maybe you’re really just the ‘okayest’ bounty hunter in the parsec.”

Mando only shrugged his shoulders and dismissed her teasing, before ushering her up and out of the pilot’s chair. She was heading out of the cockpit when Mando let out a final, “good job.”

Her head spun around faster than the rest of her body could, leaving her in an awkward, disjointed position. It reflected her shattered inner thoughts quite fittingly, she supposed.

“What did you say?” she inquired. She had heard him just fine, but she was having a hard time believing that he had said it at all. It knocked the air out of her, and it showed in her words.

“You… you did the right thing. If Calican had gotten the upper hand, I would have wanted you to have taken the kid and bailed. And that goes for any situation in the future, too. So… good job.”

Ragna could only let out a pathetic ‘thank you’ as she exited the cockpit. How could he thank her? How dare he thank her after what she had just attempted, and then lied about? How dare he make her feel welcomed, something she hadn’t felt in such a long time, when she was doing everything in her power to double cross him? How dare he make her question every moral, or lack thereof, she was trained to push aside in favour of the advancement of the Empire?

How dare he tempt her out of the darkness she had shrouded herself in for personal security?

#din djarin x reader #din djarin #din djarin fanfiction #the mandalorian #mando x y/n #mando fanfiction #star wars #star wars fanfiction #sw #sw fanfic #baby yoda

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imaginefan · 5 years

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Witches Love

John Young X Reader

Word Count: 655

Requested: Anon

Request: Being a witch and you know about Ultra and them hunting The Tomorrow People. You protect and save breakouts as well. You saved John from his past before it got too deep and worse, you saved his at the time his only friend. You and John are best friends and are very close. He knows you very well better than anyone else does but you push him away because being close terrifies you but this time it’s in a different way. Strong feelings you have are there for him which she tries to ignore it.

You had been a great help to the Tomorrow People you had helped them to stay hidden, you being a witch meant that some of the wards that you could cast would make humans less likely to go looking in the places that the tomorrow people took refuge in. You found yourself in this line of work because you found a kid that needed you when you were younger, you had just moved away from your family to start your own life, you were still in contact with them but it was up to you what you wanted to do with the power that you had been given. John was where your journey started, he was being manipulated by Jedikiah and you helped him get out after that you helped find a place to stay and helped protect it you helped to get others like him to safety, sometimes allowing them to stay with you when you could get them there safely. With the amount of time that you spent with John it was only fair that you both got to know each other very well, the problem was that you started to develop feelings for him that you weren't sure were reciprocated mostly because he spent a lot of time with Cara and they seemed to connect really well or at least that was what you told yourself really you found it hard to be close to anyone as most people that you met only needed you around for your power and you were scared that this was going to be the same thing.

John knew that you were pulling away from him the moment that you stopped talking to him every day, it seemed that there was something wrong and he knew that it had something to do with him, being so close to you he knew that you only ever cut someone out if they had something to do with whatever you were trying to work out. John didn't really know what to do to get you to talk about it but he was going to come and talk to you about it, in the hopes that you were going to talk to him about.

John appearing in your living room was not an uncommon occurrence but today it was an unwelcome one "do you need something?" You asked. "I just wanted to talk." He said and you looked at him and frowned. "Talk about what?" You asked. "About how distant you've been this past couple of days and how icy you are," John answered as he sat himself down in front of you, you knew that he would notice but he hoped that you were going to have more time to figure out a reason right now all you had was the truth. "I'm not icy." You answered. "You didn't even say hi," John argued and you but your lip in the hopes that you silence would drive him away but again John was persistent and knew you very well. "John please." You begged, "don't make me talk about this." "You can't expect me to just let you disappear, you're my best friend." He said and your eyes moved up to him again. "That's the problem!" You finally said and John frowned. "Us being friends is a problem?" He asked before his eyes widened and he looked at you. "You want something more?" "It's fine I know you and Cara are getting really close, you like her-" Your sentence was cut short as John connected your lips. "I fell for you the moment that you saved me." He confessed, your eyes widened. "What?" You asked. "You have me if you really want me," John said and you smiled leaning forward and kissing him again before looking back at the task you were supposed to be doing. "We should probably go get Cara and Russell there's someone else that needs our help."

#the Tomorrow People #the tomorrow people imagine #the tomorrow people one shot #john young #john young imagine #john young one shot #imagine #oneshot #one shot #reader insert

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kiltongrammarwriter94 · 2 months

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*Yells out into the Void of AGGGTM Bookfans and fans alike*

Anyone interested in some Pippa Fitz Amobi x reader? Specifically Sapphic? I know a lot of Emma Myers fans who have been waiting for this moment. If so, any ideas would be appreciated. (Also PipRavi Ideas are also welcome)

#emma myers #agggtm #Pipa Fitz Amobi #pipa fitz Amobi x fem reader #Ravi Singh x reader #Cara ward x reader #Andie Bell x reader #Sal signh x reader #a fellow book reader of the series (A good girls guide to murder is the ultimate favorite)#dark pip is appreciated #Emma myers stan #would also be willing to write other Emma myers characters #a good girls guide to murder #good girl bad blood #as good as dead

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kiltongrammarwriter94 · 16 days

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Could you please write a Cara Ward x reader where reader comforts Cara after Elliot is found out and arrested?? :) -☀️

Shattered Reflections

Pairing: Cara Ward x fem reader

Summary: you knew Cara wanted to be alone, most likely needed to be alone. But she had been alone for nearly a week now, and you were starting to worry. You hadn’t seen her at school, hadn’t gotten any messages back on your mobile and when Pip had mentioned with shaky trembling hands that Cara had yet to answer her back you knew it was up to you to go after her. Cara needed time, but she also needed looking after and while you knew Naomi was the best elder sister a young girl could ask for, you also knew she was fighting her own battles. There was only so much she could do. And as much as you were thankful for Cara’s grandparents all they could do was hold her close and provided a safety net. What could you provide?

Authors note: Absolutely adore Cara and wanted to get this anon this fic as fast as possible! I hope you enjoy it! It’s not nearly as long as my other ficts but I promise I am working on some long ones. I didn’t quite get to write cara as her humorous self in this so I look forward to that.

Warnings: Mentions of Sal singh’s death, Eliot ward mentions, emotional trauma, angry Cara ward, lovesick cara ward, just cara ward 😭🫶

The rain came down in a relentless torrent, each drop a whispered accusation against the world. Cara Ward stood at the edge of Mill End Road her knuckles white as she clutched her fingers together. The wind howled, tugging at her coat, urging her to step back from the end of the drive. Her drive . Number 42, Mill End Road Wendover. But she couldn’t—not when her entire existence teetered on the edge of revelation.

The headlines had screamed it—the truth that had been hidden for years. Elliot Ward, loved by the town, the man who had cradled her in his arms after her mother’s death, was no hero. He was a villain, a puppet master pulling strings in the shadows. Andie Bell’s disappearance, Sal Singh’s death—it all led back to him.

Cara’s heart pounded, the rhythm of betrayal echoing through her veins. She had loved her father, trusted him implicitly. He had been her anchor, the one who wiped away her tears and whispered bedtime stories. But now, the same hands that had held her were stained with blood, and the lullabies he sang were a haunting melody.

The rain soaked through her clothes, chilling her to the bone. She closed her eyes, picturing her mother’s face—the woman who had died years ago , leaving behind a void that even time couldn’t fill. Her mother had believed in Elliot, had loved him fiercely. And now, Cara wondered if that love had been misplaced, if she had known what he had been capable of.

The rain began to stifle her, freeze her fingertips to bits. But she didn’t care, didn’t move an inch. “Does pip know your out here? She’s been calling, left a dozen messages. In all honesty I think she’s going mad not hearing from you”. Cara didn’t need to turn to know whose voice it was. The soft cadence that flew through the air was filled with childhood memories. Games of what’s the time Mr wolf. Of sleepovers that lasted far into the night and often consisted of pip telling some random facts as you giggled alongside Cara and her impressions of her year 4 teacher Mrs Linton.

She should have known you would be the first person to find her. She had snuck out late into the night, her grandparents too old and deaf to notice and Naomi dealing with her own grief locked away to bother checking wether Cara was asleep. It would only a matter of time now before Naomi would peek her head into the room and notice her gone. Cara wondered if you had texted Naomi, been sent as some sort of lookout. But Cara didn’t need a look out what she needed was her mum. And she was long gone now, departed from this earth, the only sign that she had ever lived being the bones that laid beneath the church cemetery. Cara almost chuckled sardonically, what a morbid thought, but she was use to them by now.

“I read her message and I’m not responding” Cara spoke, her voice frigid and lacking her usual gusto. You could feel your heart shatter as you eyed the girl. Her back to you, but you could still feel her. Could still feel the storm that raged in her chest like a hurricane. You had been left shocked after finding out about Mr Ward. He had always been kind to you. Ever since you had gone home with Cara one afternoon after primary school, and Mr Ward and greeted you with a small smile and a hoard of fatherly jokes that made Cara hide her face in the backseat and Naomi have a laugh.

“I didn’t expect you would” your voice was soft over the rain, you knew Cara wanted to be alone, most likely needed to be alone. But she had been alone for nearly a week now, and you were starting to worry. You hadn’t seen her at school, hadn’t gotten any messages back on your mobile and when Pip had mentioned with shaky trembling hands that Cara had yet to answer her back you knew it was up to you to go after her. Cara needed time, but she also needed looking after and while you knew Naomi was the best elder sister a young girl could ask for, you also knew she was fighting her own battles. There was only so much she could do. And as much as you were thankful for Cara’s grandparents all they could do was hold her close and provided a safety net.

What could you provide?

You sighed, your lips feeling chapped even though you had applied some clear cherry lip lacquer. A nervous habit you had contracted after years of being by Cara’s side. You can remember a young seven year old Cara who use to swear that lip lacquer was safe to eat and often would lick of the residue from her lips with a giggling smile.

“I’m not here to make you talk Car” you began, wringing your hands, “if I’m honest….I’m here because I couldn’t stand the thought of you being alone. Ever since I can remember we’ve been as thick as thief’s and-I care about you. A great deal. And I know I could never take away your pain or make it go away, but what I can do is be your side. Even if you howl at me and throw me away. I know your angry. I’m angry. Your father…” your voice trembled. You could see Cara’s shoulders shaking as you mentioned Elliot. Her shoulders moving in a rapid movement, her soft sobs leaving her.

“Your father deserves what he got. I know you feel that way too, but I also know you are his daughter. His flesh and blood and while you can’t look at him and call him that you can’t quite forget”.

“My father murdered a young boy y/n” cara spoke, her voice angry and brittle, “he murdered him and then made Sal take the blame. After he knew what he had done with Andie! He knew what he was doing was wrong but because of his stupid negligence and horny disgrace of a man he did it anyway!!” She barked out.

“Mum would have been-“ cara could feel her tongue halt, what would she have been? Appalled? Hurt? Betrayed?

Cara sucked in a breathe, the rain easing just enough that she could eye you as she finally turned. She hadn’t smiled for days, hadn’t felt the urge. Almost as if joy or happiness had been washed away from her. Like a toy being stripped of all of its parts until only the core remained. But here, watching you, with your sweet kind eyes and hair that flew down to your shoulders dripping with rain that puddles onto your cheeks and onto your lips. Cara could almost feel the way her eyes tilted to watch the raindrops fall down those lips, and she allowed herself too. As a distraction, as a treat, and perhaps some part of her had yearned to reach out and press those soft lips against hers, to feel the supple smile against her own, she reckoned they were smooth, flexible. Warm. Hot. Searing.

She was sure you could take it away. The pain. You took her quiet as a sign, moving closer until your watered down trainers were inches from her own and your eyes bore into her oak eyes. “Why’d you come here Car?”. To anybody else it would seem like a stupid question, a question that if anybody else asked would have made her livid. But you, you had phrased it like you were interested, like you wanted to be inside her head, to know why she had chose this house. Cara knew you knew, but she also knew you were always one for listening. The observant one since childhood.

Cara eyed her fingers which were frozen from the rain, “it was the first place I thought of, of where my family was happy. Yes mum was sick here, those memories hurt too, but it’s a bittersweet type of hurt” Cara spoke, “I came here because I wanted to see my home. The home my father hid that poor girl in. My mother would have knifed him most likely” Cara spoke, a laugh falling of her lips. “She was a Firey woman. Always making jests when the time didn’t permit it”.

Like someone you knew.

You listened, intently. Sitting beside Cara as she spoke. Her memories, her fears, her anger. You sat and listened. You knew it would take time, but you were more than happy to give her your time.

“Can I ask you something?” Cara had spoken. You nodded, a soft smirk taking over your lips. “You can always ask me something car”.

“Even if I ask you to help me murder my father and burry the evidence?”.

You blanched, and once you watched Cara’s face thick was amusement did you laugh, your cheeks red.

“Anything but that ward”.

A soft smile filled Cara’s features, a small one at most. But you were glad for it. Cara’s smile had inched down and you watched as her brows remained forward, her deep dark honey eyes now focused on your mouth.

“If I kiss you will you move away?”.

The words had made your heart beat. Made your stomach jolt and your head shake. Vigorously. You couldn’t lie and say that ever since Cara had told you and Pip you had been aware of your own sexuality. But you were far to shy to ask.

Cara was soft as her nose brushed yours, her hot breathe feeling warm from the way your cold limbs felt. Her lips were cold, freezing. But that didn’t matter because you could feel the way your chest ached. Your fingers wound in her hair, pulling her without meaning too. A soft gasp fell into your lips as Cara without thought backed you up against the wall, her eyes dark.

“I love you”.

The words were rushed, but you could have cried.

“I love you Cara Ward” you spoke, and Cara only brought you close, finally hugging you. “Please don’t leave. I don’t think I could get through this without you” she confessed. You held tight, “but you could. You could Cara.”

Cara pulled away, hands holding tightly onto yours.

“I wish I could” was her broken response. You only held her as she cried, cradling her head and kissing her skin. Cara clung tightly, like in an instant you would fade. Like all the people in her life. But as long as she had you, her tether she would be strong. She had too be. Even if it broke her.

You must have both stood out in the rain for hours, and once the rain grew too cold to Handel you pulled Cara to her feet, swiping the rain of her cheeks with a soft hand. Cara leaned in, breathing you in as she peered into your eyes.

You knew she was thankful. Could feel it in the eager way she kissed you, like you were oxygen and she hadn’t breathed in years. Cara’s kisses were soft as they plunged against yours. And you felt lightheaded as her fingers trailed down to your cheek, caressing like you were the most precious jewl.

“You’ve got me bloody falling for you y/n” she uttered, pulling away. But right when Cara was about to pull you into her to utterly ravish you a vibrating pocket halted you.

You could see the flash of annoyance on her features, but Cara relented when she eyed the screen. Pippa. You smiled, encouraged her. “She’s been waiting by the phone like mad Cara. She would have ringed more but she was at hospital”.

Cara’s eyebrows rose, “why was pip at the hospital?”.

You only pointed to the phone, “I’m sure pip will tell you all about it sweet girl”. The pet name made blush appear on the girls cheeks but you only bumped her waist, “go on”.

#cara ward #Cara ward x fem reader #agggtm #a good girls guide to murder #asha banks

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kiltongrammarwriter94 · 5 days

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I would like to say logging on to see so many asks in my inbox was such a wonderful sight to start my day!! I ABSOLUTELY ADORE all the bel and Rachel ideas (honestly I just love them with my whole heart) and I hope my writing will live up to your expectations. As for Cara…I am also LOVING the Asks for her. I am going to try to Blend the asks into one, or two separate one shots. (I am also working on my two bell ficts and to my rachel price anon, should I call you that? 🤣) I am currently writing Carter teasing bell about reader and I was wondering if you had any thoughts on that? (Literally love the way your mind works) 🫶

#cara ward #bel price x fem reader #bel price #the reappearance of rachel price #Rachel price

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kiltongrammarwriter94 · 6 days

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legit in love with all of asha’s cover shorts on youtube. i want me some soft cara scenes like this (with steph) 😔 cara deserves the entire world

I am also in LOVE with Asha’s covers!!! 😭😭 her voice is so pretty 😩🤭 and on that note, I should do some Cara headcannons (send in some thoughts or specific situations you want for our Cara bear) 🫶

#cara ward #agggtm #asha banks #Cara ward x fem reader

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spaceagebachelormann · 28 days

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𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬

!!REQUEST REQUIREMENTS!!

-> state the character, romantic or platonic, the format of the request, and a plot

-> do you have any specifics for the reader? blonde, poc, male, neurodivergent, etc? (please keep in mind i will write poc readers but i’m white so they may be a little difficult for me)

-> requests are preferred to be sent through inbox, but i can make dms work if needed

-> PLEASE ACTUALLY SPECIFY WHAT YOU WANT WITH YOUR REQUEST!! ITS VERY HARD FOR ME TO WRITE “____ x reader fluff” GIVE ME A PLOT LINE

!!WHAT I WILL WRITE!!

-> platonic

-> romantic

-> familial

-> any gender x any gender

-> headcanons

-> long fics

-> multi character

-> blurbs

-> poly relationships

-> x reader

-> i will only write cheating if it’s a character comforting r after being cheated on, not a character cheating on r

!!WHAT I WONT WRITE!!

-> smut (i’m 14)

-> yandere

-> most aus, ask about the specific au before requesting an au

-> incest

-> age gaps

-> canonical gay/lesbian character x a man (if lesbian) or a woman (if gay)

-> song fics

-> things about ocs

-> ships

-> sunshine x grumpy tropes, i’m horrible at this trope

character list

keeper of the lost cities

sophie foster, dex dizznee, fitz vacker, keefe sencen, biana vacker, marella redek, maruca chebota, tam song, linh song, wylie endal, jensi babblos, stina heks, elwin hesledge

chronicles of narnia

peter pevensie, edmund pevensie, susan pevensie, lucy pevensie, caspian

riordanverse

percy jackson, annabeth chase, grover underwood, jason grace, piper mclean, leo valdez, hazel levesque, frank zhang, nico di angelo, will solace, reyna arellano, rachel dare, travis stoll, connor stoll, thalia grace, magnus chase, alex fierro, carter kane, sadie kane

harry potter

harry potter, ron weasley, hermione granger, neville longbottom, luna lovegood, ginny weasley, fred weasley, george weasley, sirius black, james potter, remus lupin, mary macdonald, marlene mckinnon, lily evans, dorcas meadows, regulus black, barty crouch jr, narcissa black, andromeda black, bellatrix lestrange

ride the cyclone

ocean o’connell rosenberg, noel gruber, mischa bachinski, ricky potts, jane doe/penny lamb, constance blackwood

shadow and bone

alina starkov, malyen oretsev, genya safin, zoya nazyalensky, david kostyk, tamaar & tolya, nikolai lantsov

six of crows

kaz brekker, inej ghafa, jesper fahey, nina zenik, wylan van eck, matthias helvar

the outsiders

ponyboy curtis, johnny cade, sodapop curtis, darry curtis, steve randall, twobit matthews, dallas winston, cherry valance

the hunger games

katniss everdeen, peeta mellark, finnick odair, johanna mason, cinna, effie trinket

it (2017)

bill denbrough, eddie kaspbrak, richie tozier, stan uris, beverly marsh, ben hanscom, mike hanlon

the school for good and evil

agatha, sophie, tedros, hort, hester, anadil, dot, nicola, rhian mistral, rafal mistral, clarissa dovey, leonora lesso

the land of stories

connor bailey, alex bailey, red riding hood, jack, goldilocks

scooby doo

shaggy rogers, fred jones, daphne blake, velma dinkley, thorn, dusk, luna

little women

jo march, amy march, beth march, meg march, laurie

dracula

dracula, lucy westenra, arthur holmwood, john seward, mina harker, abraham van helsing, renfield, quincey morris, jonathan harker

frankenstein

victor frankenstein, elizabeth lavenza, henry clerval, adam frankenstein, justine mortiz, ernest frankenstein, the bride

dr jekyll and mr hyde

henry jekyll, edward hyde, richard enfield, gabriel utterson, hastie lanyon, lucy harris

phantom of the opera

christine daaé, erik destler, raoul de chagney, meg giry, carlotta giudicelli

a good girls guide to murder

pippa fitz-amobi, ravi singh, naomi ward, cara ward, connor reynolds, jamie reynolds, nat da silva

the mighty ducks

charlie conway, adam banks, lester averman, guy germaine, connie moreau, fulton reed, dean portman, julie gaffney, ken wu, luis mendoza, dwayne robertson

monster high

frankie stein, draculaura, clawdeen wolf, cleo de nile, abbey bominable, ghoulia yelps, operetta, rochelle goyle, spectra vondergeist, elissabat, clawd wolf, deuce gorgon, heath burns, jackson jekyll, holt hyde, kieran valentine

the powerpuff girls

blossom utonium, bubbles utonium, buttercup utonium, brick jojo, boomer jojo, butch jojo

david bowie

david bowie, ziggy stardust, jareth, thomas jerome newton, celliers

sweeney todd

sweeney todd, anthony hope, mrs lovett, johanna todd

the rosewood chronicles

lottie pumpkin, ellie wolf, jamie volk, ollie moreno, raphael wilcox, anastacia alcroft leblanc, saskia san martin, lola tomkins, mickey tomkins, binah fae

hairspray

corny collins, link larkin, amber von tussle, tracey turnblad, penny pingleton, seaweed j. stubbs

attack on titan

eren yeager, mikasa ackerman, armin arlert, jean kirstein, sasha braus, connie springer, annie leonhardt, bertholdt hoover, reiner braun, hange zoe, levi ackerman, erwin smith, colt grice, niccolo, yelena, onyakopon, zeke yeager

daisy jones and the six

daisy jones, billy dunne, graham dunne, karen sirko, warren rhodes, pete loving/roundtree, eddie loving/roundtree, camila dunne, simone jackson

miscellaneous characters

sarah williams, bernard the elf, rodrick heffley, varian, lisa frankenstein, the creature (lisa frankenstein)

#marlee organization <3

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kiltongrammarwriter94 · 2 months

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Random Thought of the day. (This actually could be a Short story, but I’ll label it as a headcannon) pre agggtm.

The Quiet Affections of Pipa Fitz Amobi (HeadCannons)

Paring: Pipa Fitz Amobi x fem reader

Warnings: fluff, heart melting fluff, stomach inducing fluff🤭

Pipa Fitz Amobi is a cuddler. You wouldn’t think it just from knowing her, but as soon as you two become girlfriends, and she’s completely smitten by you, she lets her walls down. She’s always the first one to initiate physical contact. It first happened at one of Josh’s football games. You had been a favorite of his lately, he adored you. “To pieces” as Leanne put it. Growing up you had a lot of siblings, so you were use to children, and you had first met Pip when your mother had inadvertently signed you up to be Josh’s baby sister in grade 8.

“Oh just this once love! Please!! The Amboi’s would be just so appreciative if you did! And you can make some pocket money! How does a nice fiver sound?” Of course you didn’t care a whit for the money. So you had agreed, taking your homework with you. You had known the Amboi’s for years, had seen them around town. You knew Pip from school, but you never spoke. You were to shy, and your schedules were always busy. Never synchronized enough to have a chat. But you knew she was kind, studious, always getting the highest marks in her year.

Josh had been overjoyed to see you, taking you by the hand as soon as soon as you had darkened the door, books in hand. He simply eyed you with his brown eyes, his brow squinting, “oh not another homework girl!” He whined, “all my sister does is homework! Are you going to do that all night too?”.

You chuckled, putting your books on the Amboi’s kitchen table, you leaned down so you were eye level with Josh, your eyes serious, “I may not know your sister as well as her friends, or you, but I do know she’s very intelligent, especially at schoolwork. Don’t you want to be good at schoolwork?”. Josh seemed to think before shaking his head, “Miss says my homework is atrocious! What does that mean?”.

You hid your smile, “I think it means you need a little more work”. Pip had come home well into the evening, you noticed because you had seen Cara Ward’s big sister drop her of. You liked the Wards, they were comical and always made you laugh, even if not on purpose. Pip at first had been surprised to see you, stopping in her tracks as she opened the front door, “mum! Can Cara sleepover on Friday?” She announced into the air, cheeks red when she found you looking up at her from the Amboi’s couch. Your cheeks red, smile wide.

You lifted your book in your hands, “Not mum sorry to disappoint” you had joked. Pip’s cheeks had turned a shade of crimson, she had shaken her head, a few embarrassed laughs falling of her lips. “Sorry, I just wasn’t expecting you to be here in my living room. Did Flora Cancel? Mum didn’t tell me she and dad were going out” Pipa stated, walking over and sitting across from you, blue watercolored eyes undoing her laces of her trainers. You shook your head, “I’m not sure about Flora, mum basically hired me for the job, apparently your mum thinks highly of me when it comes to children” you spoke, eyebrows lifted up as you turned the page on your book, “not sure why”.

You noticed Pip’s eyes had become trained on your book, a small smile perched on her lips. “Is that Great Expectations? I’ve tried to get Cara to read it with me but she just calls it “Newer Shakespeare”.

From then on you had been more accepting of babysitting Josh, Pipa would sit with you after you had put Josh to bed, eyes alight as you told her where you were in the book, how you felt about what was going on, how Charles Dickens had a way with words. She listened, attentively. At school you were more inclined to smile at her as you passed in the corridors. Pip had even gone so far as to find you in the library, “I just thought you’d like this book, it’s an Agatha Christie. It’s a first edition copy, took me ages to find. Dad had to go to ten second hand stores in London just to find it” she rambled, biting her lip. It was here where you first noticed how pretty she looked.

It hadn’t been this big earthshattering moment. It had been a small thought. But then that small thought became more. Until you didn’t think she was just pretty, you thought she was beautiful. With her soft defined cheekbones and her eyes. Which were different every time you saw her. At school they were bold, analytical, dare you say scholarly. At home in the comfort of her room, they were wild and magnetic. In the library they were radiant, and suddenly blue had a new meaning to you. It was the colour blue that made your heart race, made your tongue falter as she eyed you on her bed, waiting for your thoughts on the next classic she had leant you.

Then it was homework. You two had begun doing homework together, “a get together with a focus on scholarly matters” as Cara had put it. As Pipa worked alongside you, you noticed something, call it a earthshattering realization, but She was not the most objectively attractive girl in school, but her beauty was amplified because you admired her. Admired her for her absolutely angelic voice as she sang in the library, headphones in ears. Admired her when you sat opposite side of the room from her and watched her while she sang. She was confident enough and cool enough to have been one of the popular kids, but she didn't seem to care about that sort of thing. She was down to earth, and kind, and warm. And yes, pretty too. But that wasn't really the point. The point was, she understood you. And maybe just maybe, the way Pip would smile at you through the layers of books, might have made your heart ache in the best way.

Then it was pip herself who surprised you. She was more touchy with you, finding you at school and sitting so close your legs brushed. Holding your hand as you walked her to class. Letting you in her room, which you knew was special, only Cara and Lauren had been up here. You didn’t know what you were, best friends? But did best friends think about what her lips would feel like? How soft and warm they would be?

“Cara’s been my best friend since primary school. But you…you don’t feel like one to me. I’ve spent days reasoning with myself. Analyzing myself, trying to figure out why you feel different” Pipa has stated to you one day, out of the blue, her eyes seeming to shine, bold as the colour blue. “But I just realized. It’s because…your my person. You understand me. In ways nobody does. So when are you going to ask me out?”

So it was no surprise when you had asked her on an outing the next day, the book store of course. And she had said yes.

I just might do a actual story based on this. 🥺😭

#agggtm #a good girls guide to murder #emma myers #emma myers x reader #pipa fitz amobi #pipa fitz amobi x fem reader #pip fitz Amobi and her book nerd

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