#a nice change of pace from my constant fluff lol
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You are sooo cuute! Ok first request coming in... 6. from the kissing promt list pls 😍 ~ vlobsessed
Nooo u🥺!!! Thank u for requesting angel, I went wild with the word count as per sooorry about that hahah, hope you like it ilyyy😽💓
6. We’re not supposed to be doing this kiss
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Forbidden Fruit // Jeff Wittek
You're still new to the group, your heart doubling in size in the past couple of weeks due to the warm welcome and budding friendships experienced, all the result of a simple DM from David Dobrik himself about a bit.
Climatizing into the tight circle of friends came surprisingly easily to you, feeling like this is where you belong in such a short while.
That's not to say you have been the only one to benefit from the new addition to the squad, Dave singing your praises as the sweet and seemingly innocent cute new girl, the viewer's words, not his. Fans liked you, despite your previous anxieties over their opinions.
And now that Nat and Todd seemed to pair off, the boys and Corinna have formed an unspoken agreement to flirt with you instead.
It's the primary reason behind your school girl crush on Jeff, your hot single male counterpart, rinna's summary not yours. God forbid you'd ever call him hot out loud, the thought alone causing red to rise to your cheeks.
So those appear to be your default roles. You know you are supposed to stick to that unwritten script, but it's getting increasingly harder to control your heart and wild thoughts with someone like Jeff around.
The more time you spend with your new friends, the more you two talk and tease beyond the recording cameras. Jeff feels the same way, both of you frustratingly oblivious and cautious of your behaviour and words around the other, well, most of the time.
It's you who gets caught first, 'You have a thing for our resident bad boy y/n/n?’ Zane notices you staring at your crush's shirtless muscular back on a group hike. For a second you forget how to breathe, choking on your own saliva.
'What?! I don't like Jeff!' you rush to lower your voice at the realisation your words are a little loud and might carry. 'He's loud and obnoxious and I think that high pitched giggle he does when he's nervous is actually really dumb' Zane only laughs at your poor attempt at deflecting.
'Suuure baby' he teases, 'I believe you, careful though, the two of you are prime content right now, the fans love having two hot singles around.' Your heart sinks at the reminder, but you jokingly scoff and push your crazy friend lightly.
‘I'll keep that in mind' the conversation ends with that, you catch up to the others, deciding on a safe spot in the middle of the group, closer to Jeff but not close enough.
The distance silently haunts him just as much.
It happens to Jeff around a month later. He's better at hiding that way, limiting longing sighs and softened eyes only to when he knows no one is watching him closely.
But this emotion, the green monster growing in his chest is new, harder to control as he watches you closely from across the room.
You're filming a tik tok with some hot shot content creator David invited over & he's stuck on the other side of the room in conversation with Scott & Todd.
'You jealous Wittek?' He snaps back into their talk in an instant. 'Of him? You're kidding' Jeff is doing his best to be dismissive, rolling his eyes at his best friend's teasing.
Scott adds to it 'how do you know exactly who Todd’s talking about?' They seem all to happy with themselves in the moment.
‘I mean he is pretty good loo-' he interrupts Scotty with a scoff '-I could take him.' The words come out a little aggressive and he bites his tongue as the other two guys continue to grin.
‘What kind of "taking" are we talking? Like out to dinner...or more permanently?" Jeff only gives Scott an annoyed look, already tired of the conversation.
Todd is the one to accidentally drive the nail home, 'jokes aside, I don't think y/n is looking for anything right now, the single girl video presence is working well for her.'
It's a reminder he doesn't need. It weighs heavy on him for the rest of the night and long after when he's alone in his cold bed, thoughts of you never ending.
Spring falls into step with summer, you're at home within the group by now & Jeff is even more crazy about you, if that were possible.
Not that you could tell, his absences growing more frequent in your presence, keeping a safe distance seems like the best option even if it's slowly draining him.
He's more angry lately, blames it on withdrawal, you've become a kind of addiction. You don't realise he's at the party, absent from David's car and the recording shenanigans on the way over.
Jeff isn't sure why he let the others convince him to show up, especially now as he has clear view of you and you're smiling at some guy who isn't him.
'-so yeah it's hard work but I lift abou-' your painfully one sided conversation is interrupted by Jeff, 'Y/n? Can I talk to you for a second?'
You're shocked into stillness, eventually nodding and awkwardly waving off the stranger who's been following you around ever since you stepped a foot into the house.
You wonder what is going on, Jeff himself not entirely sure of his next plan of action, he’s gently holding your wrist when he pulls you through the first door you two stumble across in the dark hallway.
'What...are you okay?' You're the first to break the silence that envelopes you, his breathing hard as the music lowers in volume with the door closed.
He's looking at you intensely enough for your own breath to stutter, confusion evident in your face as your heart flutters in your chest in realisation of the close proximity in such a small space, both terrifying and exhilarating.
Has he been this close the whole time? 'I've been avoiding you.' The confession only adds to your puzzlement at the current events.
Jeff doesn't stop there, maybe seeing you for the first time in nearly two weeks is what he needed to slowly tip him over the edge, carelessness growing at having you only inches away.
‘It's because I don't trust myself around you, 's been getting harder..' the flutter in your chest turns to intense drumming, eyes searching his for confirmation of what you hope he's saying.
Jeff clarifies, tone raspy 'We don't have to do this doll. I really fucking want to but we don't have to.' '-Good god, please call me doll again' the moan that accompanies your request is confession enough for him.
'c'mere doll...' And then Jeff's lips cover yours, the moment only intensifying. He's nervous at first, but then your arms find their way around his shoulders in an instant, violent heartbeats clashing against both your ribcages.
It's a build up of months of longing, but oh my god is it worth the wait, and you want more.
But you reluctantly move away, the space between you still hardly noticeable, though the fact it suddenly exists again frustrates Jeff to no end. 'We shouldn't be doing this...' your words don't sound convincing even to yourself.
‘I don't care.' His reply is simple, and he means it, done with denying himself when you taste this fucking good, feel so right in his possessive grasp.
He pulls you in, mouth claiming yours again, is this what you are trying to deny yourself, have denied yourself for so long? Fuck, never again, Jeff's thoughts reflect the same feelings of instant addiction.
He's surrounding all your senses, time a seemingly foreign concept as you're lifted onto the counter, his hands encased around your thighs.
Your own fingers travel with a mind of their own, one hand pulling on the soft hair at the back of his neck, the other gripping around his muscular back wanting him impossibly closer.
'You taste like peaches' is the first coherent sentence to leave Jeff's mouth when you finally part. He stays close, thumb reaching to clean up the mess of lipgloss he ever so artistically painted across your cupid’s bow with his own.
You can't help but teasingly encase it in your mouth and bite lightly, the groan that leaves his mouth travelling straight between your thighs. In return, Jeff feels you deliciously squeeze them around his middle, the temperature rising between you.
Beyond the unlocked bathroom door the party carries on, your friends unaware of your succumb to weakness, neither of you can find it in yourself to care in the moment.
#vlobsessed#angels💓#u are a cutie btw ilyyy#jeff wittek#jeff wittek imagine#a nice change of pace from my constant fluff lol#am i an angsty jeff stan now?? maybe#jeff wittek x reader
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late│technoblade
summary: three times you said i love you, and the one time technoblade says it back
prompt: “I’d do anything for you, whether or not you ask me to”
warnings: fluff and major angst, blood and death descriptions, dsmp spoilers
pairing: in-game romantic!technoblade
a/n: this is my entry for @burntcilantro‘s 500 writing event!! much love and congratulatory to min, they’re an amazing writer and an even better person (they’re so nice, give them the support they deserve)
also i separated some of the dsmp events and spaced them out (so there’s more time between for plot purposes lol)
wc: (2.0k) - m.list
“Why are you so stupid?”
You were sat on top of a chest, holding one leg with your arms while the other was currently being wrapped by Technoblade. While you giggled at his insult, you winced once he tightened the gauze on your ankle with a glare.
“It’s not funny, y/n.” He leaned down to bite off the rest of the wrapping, finishing the fold as you huffed at his seriousness.
“I told you to watch the house, not climb onto the roof and play a fun game of risk. What were you thinking?”
His stare was heavy and made you feel little as he looked down at you. The tone of the room changed as you lost the humor in the situation, his concern overpowered by the anger laced in his voice.
“I just wanted to help,” you stated, turning your face away, discouraged, with your arms crossed. “You’ve been getting the all the resources lately and haven’t let me even step off the damn property.”
Looking down, you fiddled with your fingers as to avoid his gaze. “I wanted to try and fix the wood panelings that have been leaking, that’s all.”
The silence was harsh, and you swallowed deeply at how uncomfortably stiff the air became. Technoblade opened his mouth to speak but quickly closed it shut with no words to voice.
With a shaky breath, you gripped the edge of the wood and slowly lowered yourself onto your foot; you didn’t plan on staying here just so he couldn’t say anything more. Technoblade was quick to steady his arms around you in case you fell, but you immediately pushed his hand away aggressively and stood with all your weight on your healthy foot.
Arms out to balance, as you tried to take the first step on your bad foot, you crumpled into your self with a yelp from the pain and collapsed. Ready as always, Techno caught you from behind and guided you to the nearest chair.
You flinched from the small movement but sighed once sitting again. Techno crouched in front of you to check how you physically were, but your eyes were closed shut as you tried to collect your breathing.
“Y/n,” Techno call out. Calming yourself down, you opened your eyes to meet his; he was much more sincere before, his face soft as he spoke gently to you.
“Hey, I’m sorry.” Looking down, Technoblade paused as to gather his thoughts before explaining himself further.
“I know I’ve been overbearing since the attempted execution,” you reached a hand towards his cheek when he mentioned the recent event, which he leaned into as he continued with closed eyes, “but please know it’s from a place of concern. I just- I don’t want anything to happen to you. I can’t let anything happen to you. I-I…”
“I know. Trust me, I know.” You spoke for him as you pulled him into your chest, hugging his large frame as best as you could. He relaxed into your hold with a sigh of relief.
“I love you, Techno.” You kissed the top of his head, and he only burrowed himself deeper into the hug.
“I’m so sorry, love.”
Technoblade was hunched over on the front lawn, hands on his head while trembling from the overwhelming pain of the voices. He whimpered at your words, indicating he heard you to some extent.
He had come home, alone, and fell to his knees at the sight of you when you opened the door. Immediately, you had rushed over to him and skid to your own knees to comfort him, but he grunted from your attempts to touch him; even when under the influence, he was still conscious enough to fear for your own safety relative to the blind rage of the voices.
You had tried talking to him, attempted to get him to give you any context to what was causing his anger, which he answered with snarling growls in return. “Tommy… left… betrayed. Chose government.”
While broken into murmured words, you understood instantly and tried to bring him back in spite needing to quench your own anger from Tommy’s departure. You rested your palms into the snow, lowering your head as much as possible to meet his bowed head.
You peered up at him despite his own eyes screwed shut from the unbearable chaos that roared within his head, and called out to him as softly as you could. It was a stretch, but you hoped you could soothe him down by talking.
“Hey bubs, just listen to my voice, alright? You hear me now yes? You can understand what I’m saying?” Patiently waiting, you watched him closely until he gave the smallest nod, fists still pushed against his skull and twisting from the ache.
“That’s good, that’s really good, love. You hear my voice, now listen to my words.” Slowly, you leaned close enough to whisper to him directly.
“I’m here, okay? I’m so sorry about Tommy, I know how much you cared for him. I still care for him too, and I know it hurts right now, but rest assured I’m still here. I’m here Techno, and I’m never leaving you.”
With clenched teeth, he let out a sob at your declaration and pushed his head against you. You took his permission to touch him promptly, gripping him with as much strength as you could carry so he felt stable and secure.
You squeezed him, desperate to ground him from slipping further, and rocked the both of you. He released a shuttered breath, and you kissed his skin gently.
“I love you, you know? I will always be here and I’ll always love you, no matter what.”
He clutched you with his entire being, your words and presence more than he could ever ask and want.
“Why do you have to be too reckless for your own good?”
You grinned widely at his words, smile almost sadistic as you glanced at him with your arms propped on the axe you carried above your shoulders.
“What ever could you mean?” Despite the roll of his eyes, he did nothing to hide his own amusement to your eagerness to the upcoming destruction you were to bring. He chuckled, his deep laughter making you smile more softly to how genuine he was as you walked besides him. Hand raised to wave his rocket launcher, he focused ahead proud.
“We’re quite the pair, aren’t we?” Turning to look at you again, you stared at him adoringly and smirked slightly while bashful to his confident manner. “We are indeed.”
It became relatively silent as you walked through the layered snow, feet crunching from your steady pace. You continued to take random glances at him, Technoblade doing the same until you both heard a loud groan.
“My god, you two are insufferable, I can’t deal with this right now.” Dream sneered at you specifically, as if you were the cause for his own discomfort, and walked through you both.
“I’ll meet you guys there instead, but hurry.” Swiftly, he pulled out an ender pearl and threw it a few yards ahead towards the portal, his figure disappearing altogether.
You stared in disbelief from his actions until a cough interrupted your thoughts once more. “You know what,” Phil avoided looking at you both, his hands tapping together awkwardly as he walked ahead as well but turned to address you while moving backwards.
“I’ll see you guys there too, just, be sure to be quick?” You both nodded wordlessly, and he took his leave in fast haste.
Standing there alone, you risked another glance at him and met his eyes, laughing loudly at the circumstances.
Technoblade held a hand to his face, body shaking from his laughter while you were endlessly giggling, holding your stomach from the pain. Eventually, your fits faded with large smiles, and you faced him with a shake of your head.
“I didn’t realize we’d be one of those couples.” Technoblade sighed, though you could tell it was for play, and nodded. “A shame really, I never thought this day would come.”
You giggled again, and chose to move closer, tilting your head upwards at him with a sweet beam while leaning onto your axe. He gave you a small smile in return, however his faded immediately after.
Lifting his open hand, he cupped your cheek and bent down to kiss your forehead, touching yours together after with his eyes closed. “Promise me you’ll be safe? I trust you to protect yourself, but for me, stay safe when things start to go bad?”
While you knew it was impossible to guarantee you’d stay away from the majority of the danger, you knew better than to leave his concern unanswered and open.
“I promise,” you murmured, “for you, I promise.”
He pulled you against his chest this time, engulfing you completely and holding the back of your head earnestly to his heart.
“I love you,” you voiced, your words muffled into his armor and coat. He hummed while looking ahead, his eyes trained on the glowing portal that called towards him. This was a war he refused to leave with mercy, the price of your peaceful lives together on the line.
“No…”
There was too much blood. The thick liquid stained every surface and soaked through his coat that he pushed against your wound.
Internally panicking from your tight expressions of discomfort, Technoblade desperately searched through his inventory for something, anything, that could heal or at the very least help you. He was forced to face the reality that he used all his potions during the midst of battle and combat. He couldn’t do anything.
“Why, why why,” he snarled, his eyes clouding with an outset of tears he couldn’t care for. “Why are you so stupid.” His voice caught in his throat from his conflicted emotions and he tightened his hold on the fabric pushed against your stomach; the pain had faded at this point, and you were numb to the constant pressure he tried to hold.
“I’m so sorry, love. I lied.” Your voice was light and strained, but Technoblade refused to accept the situation for what it was. He turned to a perched crow, screaming at it to get Phil and scaring it away with a slash of his sword, before tucking his head down in an almost silent plea.
“Why do you have to be too reckless for your own good?” he whispered. Though he tried to be delicate, he couldn’t help how tight he held your hand.
“I’d do anything for you, whether or not you ask me to.” You gave a tired grin as your eyes began to droop, hand tightening on his, however incredibly weak in comparison.
“I asked you to be safe,” he cried, body stricken with grief as he abandoned his hold on your stomach and instead shakily held your face, your own blood smearing against your skin from his callous fingers. “I needed you safe.”
You placed a hand over his, using all your strength to relish in his touch and kissing the inner of his palm. “Yet you needed my love more.”
He choked out a sob from your admittance, and pulled you into his chest, your body limp, as he rocked you slightly. “I’ll always be there for you, and love you more than I could for my own safety.”
The ruins echoed the wails of a tormented heart on the broken landscape of a haunted battlefield that called for death and devastation. The smoke and clouds of destruction reigned above, and despite the final end to the corrupted nation that was built on nothing but lies and deceit after a helpless man’s death, Technoblade couldn’t bring himself to care.
“I love you,” he uttered, the words he struggled for oh so long to express finally free from its cage. “I love you, y/n. I love you so much.”
His words fell on deaf ears, and he screamed in agony at the truth that laid before him.
He was too late.
#technoblade x reader#technoblade x you#technoblade x gn!reader#mcyt x reader#mcyt x you#dream smp x reader#dream smp x you#dsmp x reader#dsmp x you
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A Change of Scenery
Pairing: Single Dad!Angel Reyes x Single Mom Black!Reader (but anyone can read)
Summary: Reader moves to Santo Padre and meets the father of her daughters best friend.
Warning: hella fluff like it’s all fluff lol
Word Count: < 2,900
A/N: This is based off of this post that I made a few days ago. Huge thanks to @my-rosegold-soul for being such a big help with this and for being an all around amazing person 💖I hope yall like it!
✨I don’t give anyone permission to copy/translate/repost/rewrite my work. Minors, DNI at all. ✨
"And AJ said that I could come to his house whenever I wanted, mommy," your daughter, Imani, said, causing you to smile. This wasn’t the first time that Imani had brought up going to Aj’s house, and you were sure it wouldn’t be the last. You continued listening as she told you about how excited she was to see AJ at daycare as you drove.
You had moved to Santo Padre on a whim a few months ago after spending your entire life in the big city. You were tired of the fast paced life and you needed a change of scenery, so, with very little planning, you'd packed up all of your stuff, and you and Imani moved.
At first, you had been worried that Imani wouldn’t adjust well to being in a new environment, but after a few days in her new daycare, Imani had made a few friends. One friend, in particular, was the constant topic of conversation.
AJ and Imani were in the same class and came to be fast friends. From the first day you picked her up, all Imani could talk about was AJ this and AJ that. You loved hearing about the ‘adventures’ that the two 5 year-olds got up to at daycare.
After you had pulled into the daycare parking lot, you began to walk Imani to the door.
"Mani!" a small voice called out to your daughter causing you both to turn.
"AJ!" Imani responded and pulled the little boy into a hug.
You chuckled as you watched the two embrace.
"So this is Imani?" a voice rumbled next to you causing you to turn.
As your eyes adjusted to the bright sunlight shining in your face, you were taken aback by the man in front of you. He had dark hair just long enough for a few strands to fall into his eyes. His plump lips held a hint of mischief behind his smirk. His brown eyes were dark and you felt yourself wanting to get lost in them for hours. Your eyes traveled down his body catching the name “Romero Brothers” on his work shirt.
Your eyes trailed along the tattoos on his arms down to the many rings that adorned his fingers. You imagined what they would feel like against your skin. As you continued sizing the man up, you bit your lip almost forgetting where you were.
When he cleared his throat, you snapped your eyes back up to his only to be met with a breathtaking smile. You felt your face heat up in embarrassment and you stuck your hand out towards him.
“I’m Imani’s mom, Y/n,” you said and your voice trembled when he reached out and took it. You’d half expected for his hands to be rough and dry, but you were pleasantly surprised to find they weren’t.
“Nice to meet you, Y/n. I’m Angel, AJ’s dad,” he said as he shook your hand.
“It seems as though our kids are best friends; Imani talks about AJ all the time,” you smiled.
“Yeah, Imani is famous in our house.” If it were possible, Angel’s smile got bigger as he spoke.
“Mommy, it’s hot,” Imani interjected before you could respond to Angel. You looked down at your daughter and smiled as she impatiently stood in front of you.
“I guess we should get these two inside,” you said to Angel as you reached for the door.
“Here, let me get that for you,” he said as he moved to open the door for you and the kids. You smiled and whispered “Thank you” as you walked into the building to sign Imani in.
When you were done signing her in, you turned to look back at Angel. When you noticed that he was talking to one of the teachers, you waved Imani ‘Goodbye’ and headed out the door.
A few days passed since you met Angel, and you were still buzzing. Never in your life had you felt this way, not even when you were with Imani’s father. You didn’t want to read too much into this, especially since you had only met this man once, but you were dying to see him again.
As if the Universe had decided to grant your wishes, two weeks after meeting Angel, you ran into him again. Only this time, it wasn’t at the daycare. You’d taken a day off work to get some errands done while Imani was at daycare. You’d been out all day, and your last stop before going to pick your daughter up was the carnicera.
The sight that greeted you when you walked into the only butcher shop in town made your heart skip a beat.
“I’ll be right with you,” Angel said. His back was still to the door as you made your way to the counter.
“Take your time,” you responded with a smile.
At the sound of your voice, Angel stopped doing whatever he was doing and slowly turned to face you. His face lit up when he saw you and his smile caused you to smile.
“It’s good to see you again, Y/n,” Angel said as you got closer.
“You too. I thought you worked at Romero’s?” You questioned.
“Been thinking about me, hmm?” Angel smirked and you rolled your eyes. “I do, but this is my pops shop, I’m helping him out for a bit.”
“Felipe is your dad?” Angel nodded. “Yeah, I can see it now.” You laughed.
“I’ll take that as a compliment,” Angel chuckled. “Now what can I get for you?”
You rattled off the different cuts of meat that you needed, and Angel quickly got to work. When he rang up your total, it was considerably less than usual.
“Umm, Angel,” you said with a bit of hesitation. “You didn’t ring me up for the correct amount.”
“Sure I did,” he said with an easy smile.
“Usually it’s twice this price,” you replied.
“Oh, we’re running a special today,” Angel replied and you quirked your eyebrow. “Pretty girls get half off.” He winked at you.
“Angel, I can’t let you do that, what would your father say?” You replied with a slight chuckle.
He shrugged, “Why don’t we do this instead. Why don’t you and Imani meet me and AJ at the park this Saturday for a play date in exchange?”
“Angel, I can’t do that. I’ll pay full price, and we’ll meet you at the park,” you countered.
“Too late. I’ve already put it in the register, can’t change the price,” he said as he took the money from your hand and quickly counted your change.
You stood there dumbfounded as he moved quickly handing you your change and meat.
“Great, so AJ and I will see you and Imani on Saturday at the park at noon,” he stated as you took hold of your purchase.
You snapped out of your stupor. “We’ll be there,” you said with a smile before you turned and walked out of the door.
Holy shit.
Saturday didn’t come fast enough. You hadn’t told Imani about meeting up with Angel and AJ at the park, opting for it to be a surprise.
When Saturday finally came, you readied Imani for her playdate and grabbed your purse before the two of you headed out. Normally when you took her to the park, you didn’t really put much thought into what you wore, but this time, you did. You still wore comfortable clothes expecting Imani would want you to play with her, but they were nicer than usual. You actually wanted to impress Angel.
The drive to the park was short and as soon as you parked, you spotted Angel and AJ near the slide. When you helped Imani out of her car seat, you pointed towards the slide.
“Imani, is that AJ?” You asked with fake shock.
Imani’s head snapped towards where you were pointing and she took off running towards her best friend. You laughed and followed behind her and watched as AJ ran up to her. The two grasped hands and took off running towards the slide.
As you walked behind Imani, you took in Angel’s appearance as he moved towards you. His hair no longer fell into his eyes and his beard was freshly lined up. He wore a button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up past his elbows, putting all of his tattoos on display.
“Hi, Y/n,” he said, pulling you from your thoughts.
“Hi, Angel,” you smiled back.
The two of you walked towards the park bench where you could see the two kids playing together on the equipment. As you sat in silence while watching the kids play, your mind drifted back to the man sitting next to you. Why was such a gorgeous man single? Obviously someone had snatched him up at one point in time, but why would they let him go?
“So, Y/n, what brings you to Santo Padre?” He asked as he turned slightly to face you.
You’d shrugged. “Just needed a change, I guess,” you responded. “I’d done the high city thing my whole life, and I didn’t like it much. It was too busy, too fast-paced, ya know?”
Angel nodded, “Makes sense. But why Santo Padre?”
“Because it’s close enough to my family but far enough where I won’t have any unexpected visitors.” You laughed and Angel laughed along with you.
The two of you continued talking about life and parenthood as the children played. Before long, you noticed a food truck parked down the street and the four of you walked to it and grabbed something to eat. When you reached for your wallet to pay for Imani’s and your food, Angel quickly slid his card through the machine stating that since he invited you out, he was going to pay for your food. When you attempted to argue, he shot you a look that quickly ended the discussion.
As the four of you ate, you listened to Imani and AJ talk about all the games they played at the park. When the four of you were done, you noticed how tired Imani and AJ were, and as much as you didn’t want the day to end, you had to.
“I think it may be time to head back home, Mani,” you said as you lifted the sleepy child into your arms.
She and AJ let out quiet protests at the same time.
Angel nodded his head as he also lifted AJ into his arms. You laughed as the little boy could barely keep his eyes open and you imagined that Imani was doing the same. You and Angel walked side by side back to your cars and you noticed that you had parked near him. When the two of you had both kids buckled safely in their car seats, met each other behind your car.
“I had a great time with you, Y/n,” Angel said.
“Me too,” you responded as you looked into his eyes.
“Look, y/n, I hope this isn’t too forward, but I would really like to see you again,” Angel said after a few moments of silence.
“That would be nice,” you agreed. “These two had a blast.”
“No, I mean, just you and me. I mean I would love to do this again and have a playdate for these two, but I want to take you out on a date. If that’s what you want.” Angel ran his hand through his hair as if it were a nervous habit.
“Really?” You were shocked. “I mean, yeah, I’d love to go on a date with you.”
“Great,” he smiled. “Here, put your number in my phone, and I’ll call you later.”
You reached out and took his phone and put your number in before handing it back. “I’m looking forward to hearing from you, Angel.” You smiled and turned to get into your car and waited for him to get into his before you turned it on. You were about to start playing some music when your phone rang. It wasn’t a number that you recognized, but you answered it anyway.
“Hello?” You answered.
“It’s later.” Angel’s voice came through the receiver.
You chuckled and looked to your right to see him sitting in his car smiling at you.
“I was thinking,” Angel began, “that we could go out tomorrow night around 8 pm. I could come to pick you up, or we could meet somewhere, whichever you’re comfortable with.”
You chewed your bottom lip. “I don’t know if I can find a babysitter with such short notice.” You really wanted to go out with him, but you needed more time to get a babysitter.
“No worries,” Angel replied. “You can use AJ’s sitter and I’ll leave AJ with my dad.”
You laughed. “Are you sure?”
You watched Angel as he nodded ‘yes’. “Look, I’ll give her a call when I get home and I’ll have her call you. Her name’s Leticia, but we call her Letty, and she’s great with AJ. I’m sure Imani will love her.”
You looked back at your still sleeping daughter and smiled. “Yeah, let’s do it.”
“Great!” Angel exclaimed. “Alright, I’ll give Letty a call right now and I’ll have her call you tonight.”
“I’m looking forward to it,” you smiled. “I’ll talk to you later, Angel.”
“Y/n?” Angel said before you could hang up. “Could you let me know when you get home? I want to make sure that you two get there safely.”
Your heart stuttered. “Of course. Will you let me know when you get home as well?”
Angel responded with a ‘yes’ before you two finally hung up promising to talk later. On your drive home, you thought about your life choices and how they brought you to Santo Padre. You were excited to start this new chapter of your life, and you couldn’t wait to see what new experiences were in store for you.
Your first date with Angel was nothing short of perfect. You found that the two of you had so much in common, and soon, you found yourself on dates two, three, and four.
Months later, your relationship with Angel was still going strong. The two of you constantly talked on the phone and texted each other, and you often spent your nights and weekends cooking for four instead of two. You were taking things slow, always choosing to go home rather than spending the night. Each time you stayed late, leaving got harder, and Angel always respected your decision.
And this is where you found yourself, currently stretched out on Angel’s couch with his arm wrapped around you. Imani and AJ were already asleep on the floor and the movie that you all were watching was long forgotten as you two talked. Somehow, the two of you made it to your ex’s and you weren’t sure how you’d made it this far into the relationship without talking about them, but here you were.
“I thought things were good,” you stated with a shrug. “But then he just up and left one day. Imani was 7 months old when he left, and it’s just been us ever since.”
“I completely understand,” Angel sympathized. “AJ’s mom had us all fooled but one day while I was at work, she dropped him off with my pops and we haven't seen her since. AJ was one. I don’t even know if he remembers her.”
After a few moments of silence, you glanced at your watch and shifted to sit up.
“I think we should head home now,” you said as you stood up.
Angel remained silent as you bent down to pick Imani up. You tried your best to not wake her because you knew she’d be grumpy if you did.
“You can always spend the night, Y/n,” there was a hint of hesitation in Angel’s voice as he spoke. “I mean, you don’t have to, but the offers there.”
You halted your movements and stood back up. “Angel, I-”
“I’ll sleep on the couch if that makes you more comfortable. I just,” he paused and ran his hand over his face. “You shouldn’t be driving this late at night. Please stay?”
You chewed your bottom lip. He was absolutely right, you were too tired to drive, so you nodded your head.
“Imani can sleep in AJ’s room, he has a second bed for when his cousins' sleepover,” Angel explained. The two of you carried the sleeping children to AJ’s room and tucked them in before leaving.
You two stood in the hallway for a few seconds, smiling at each other before Angel leaned in for a kiss. Angel pulled back after a few minutes and placed his forehead on to yours as you both caught your breath.
“Good night, Y/n,” Angel whispered before he completely pulled away from you and walked back to the couch after taking you to his room. You changed into one of his shirts that you found and stood at the edge of his bed for a few seconds before you made your way back to the front of the house.
The room was dark, but you could see his face as he scrolled on his phone. You cleared your throat and Angel’s eyes snapped to yours.
“Angel, you don’t have to sleep on the couch,” you said as you fiddled with the hem of the shirt you were wearing.
“You sure?”
“I mean,” you shrugged.“We can’t have sex, but I’d like to still sleep with you and I'm sure your bed is more comfortable than the couch.”
Angel swung his legs over so that his feet were touching the floor and you averted your eyes when you noticed that he was only wearing his boxers. You kept your eyes on the floor as he walked up to you and tilted your chin so that you were looking at him. “Mi dulce, I’ll do whatever you want.”
You took Angel’s hand in yours and led him back to his room. He watched as you climbed into his bed and flipped the covers back for him. You waited for him to climb in before you cuddled up against him and he quickly wrapped you into his arms.
Part Two
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Bad (2): What Happened?
First inspired by this song ➳ Bad by Lennon Stella
(Ransom Drysdale x wife reader)
Summary: What went down that fateful night...
A/n: I got carried away, and kinda forgot about the real plot lol. So there’s more fluff than angst... I think.
Disclaimer: this chapter is sort of a filler before we get to the real shiz.
Warnings: Cheating, mild profanity, poor writing. Ransom being an asshole (rip all the soft Ransom stories I’ve written)
As always, plz pardon any mistakes, the stories are always proofread but I tend to make many mistakes regardless.
Series Masterlist
Picking up from where we last left off: About two months ago, your work gave its employees a week off for the holidays. It was once in a blue moon that you got to see your family, so you seized this opportunity. You wished your husband could have come, but Ransom had to stay behind to help Harlan with an upcoming novel. In truth, Ransom never saw himself reverting back to his bad ways, but who knows what entices people to change…
They always say to choose a job that you love. Something even your own parents had drilled into your head as a young child, trying to prevent you from their own mistakes. It was known then, that if you chose a job you didn’t love, you would be metaphorically chained like a prisoner bound to the wall, or in your case, the job.
Well, you followed their advice, and chose a job you were passionate about, something you didn’t mind studying about all those years ago in college. It’s not that you didn’t love your job, but you were tired, very tired. Life was fast paced and you were running out of fuel, so to say. So this morning when your work offered you an exclusive week off, you took the offer, worked quickly yet precisely, and flew out the door, before it was dark. Normally, you’d work more than the normal 9-5 shift, it was more like 9-7 for you, anyway.
Ransom was supposedly off today, and you wanted nothing more than to kick off your break, by eating a nice lunch with your husband. While you gave your holiday wishes to your friends, you shot Ransom a quick text asking him to call you.
So, just as you drove down the highway, your phone steaming your favorite playlist to the car’s stereo, Ransom’s name popped up on the large screen, a picture of him in college, showing up. (yeah, you liked to tease him about his college years, when he thought he was all that and a bag of chips.)
“Hey Gorgeous! What’s up?”
“Well… you interrupted my carpool karaoke.”
Your husband laughed along with you, before you dropped your surprise on him.
“Other than that, my work gave me the week off. No biggie though.”
Being married to Ransom and having known him for many years, has given you a real sense of sarcasm to say the least.
“That’s amazing! You deserve it, my love.”
“Ohh, quit trying to butter me up, Ran.”
More laughter from his end, making a large grin grow on your face. Only you could ever make Ransom laugh at the stupidest things, that’s just the kind of bond you two shared.
“Anyhoo, I was wondering if you wanted me to come pick you up for lunch?”
“Sounds great, love ya.”
“Love you too.” The rest of the drive to your house was enjoyable. Today had been spectacular, something that hadn’t happened in ages. As you continued to drive, all the amazing occurrences from today settled with you in the car, a permanent smile on your face the whole way.
You pulled into the driveway, opting to stay in the car just to keep the warm air flowing from the vents, sending Ransom a quick text.
A few minutes later, the man himself came out, his brown suede trench coat on, your own raspberry pea coat slung over his left arm.
The passenger door popped open, and Ransom’s warm lips pressed slowly against your cheek, instantly warming you up.
“I figured you might be cold.”
A deep laugh resonated in his stomach as he reached over the console to hand you the jacket, the one you had forgotten this morning.
“Thanks, hon. So, where do you want to eat?”
You looked over to Ransom, whose eyes had been lovingly glued to you since he’d gotten in the car.
“How about that little sandwich shop in town?”
A bright and sweet smile graced your lips, stunning Ransom with its effect on him. His own eyes crinkling up as his frowning lips slowly formed into a content smile.
Once you had reached town about twenty minutes later, Ransom rushed out of the car the minute you had stopped the engine. His actions leaving you confused when suddenly a blurb of tan suede halted and revealed the missing man, who was now pulling your door open.
“Wow Mr. Drysdale, since when did you become such a gentleman.”
You teased Ransom, wrapping your arm around his, embracing his warmth, and playfully kissing his nose.
“Since you became Mrs. Drysdale.”
His little quip caught you off guard as you weren’t expecting a response from the man. As a result of that surprise, your cheeks slightly warmed, causing you to shyly look down. It was a given, what had just happened, as Ransom knew your reactions like the back of his hand.
That arrogant jerk knew very well what he had done and slightly leaned over to kiss your bowed head.
Confidently, Ransom spoke up, and without even looking over at him, you just knew he was smirking.
“Still have that effect on you, huh?”
Before you could banter back at him, your arm interlocked with Ransom’s was tugged, prompting you to look up.
Apparently, when you were just mindlessly walking to the restaurant, Ransom had another stop on his list. One full of eye-catching flower bouquets. Blood red roses, yellow lilies, variegated tulips, you name it, they littered the glass window of the flower shop.
As you stepped into the shop, the distinctive smell of baby’s breath filled your senses. You were still interlocked with Ransom, so at this point wherever he walked, you went. Also meaning he’d dragged you to the counter despite your words of defiance.
“Ransom, you don’t need to buy me anything. All I want is to eat lunch, with my husband.”
“And that you’ll get.”
Just when you’d thought you’d won this argument, the man continued.
“Along with the bouquet of carnations and baby’s breath please.
Your husband spoke up just a bit louder, so the man behind the counter could hear his order while also making it known to you that you were indeed gonna accept these flowers.
Ransom quickly paid for the bouquet, coming back to lock arms with you and hand you the flowers. It was a simple bouquet yet the meaning behind the choice a lot stronger. Coral carnations ideally intermixed with the snow-white baby’s breath. The soft aroma from earlier, now in a bouquet held by your cold hands.
When you were young, your grandmother would always buy carnations for her home, specifically the coral ones. She’d tell you about each flower and how they were all unique, capturing your curiosity. As you got older, you became more versed in floral design and structure. Soon, you were going every other day to buy fresh carnations for your grandmother. When you had first brought Ransom to meet her, she told him about the story behind carnations and when you were always buying them.
To this day, Ransom remembers, and the carnations have since then become your flower.
If it weren’t for the constant wind, the temperature would have been enjoyable, but now your hands were slightly shaking and Ransom noticed. Taking your free hand in his, he then put your conjoined hands in his coat pocket.
Just a few more blocks and you had finally made it to the humble little sandwich shop, one Ransom had actually introduced to you.
Mr. Miller, the owner of the shop happily greeted you both. Over the years you’ve lived in Massachusetts, you and Ransom have become regulars at this shop. It may have been a small place, with seating for only thirty people, yet the food was outstanding. Especially Mr. Miller’s Monte Cristo, your’s and Ransom’s favorite. To no surprise, that is in fact what you ended up ordering.
As you sat at the booth, the two of you laughing and enjoying the time spent with each other, never once did it cross your mind that this was it. That this was not gonna be the normal anymore. It’d become a memory you’d end up savoring for the years of the future.
Because little did you know, that was the last time he’d ever buy you flowers, the last time he’d ever laugh with you…
The last time he’d ever really love you.
That very next day, you woke up early to pack your bags for the unbearable flight to come. You absolutely hated the airport, but then again, who doesn’t? It was a constant marathon and by time you make it to all your gates, you’d probably lose ten pounds from running so much. There was no peace at the airport, especially with the holiday rush and you dreaded it. If only your husband could have come, it would make things ten times better, but he can’t and you aren’t going to miss this opportunity. It’s been a few years since you’ve been able to go home, and truly relax for the holidays. The years before, you’d only get to spend the weekend, but now you have the whole week and in the end, it’d be worth the living hell at the airport.
By 10:00 am, you were all ready to go, Ransom carrying the bags to your car, sulking as he did so. He really wanted to go with you. Believe it or not, but Ransom would love to spend all his time with you if he could, except Harlan really needed his help to finish up a few things.
With everything packed, it finally came time for you to bid goodbye. Sure, it was a week away, but this was your first Christmas as a married couple, and you couldn’t spend it together. Had things been different, you could have, but Ransom understood you missed your family. For once in his life, Ransom Drysdale thought about someone else’s benefit beside his own.
The car running, you flung your arms around Ransom, who stood at the door, coffee in hand, balancing it as he reciprocated the hug.
He could feel your tears on his neck, running through his sweatshirt. Your head was buried in the crevice, and your sobs made his heart shatter. Ransom couldn't bear it anymore, because soon he’d be the one crying. A warm hand, ran up and down your back while soothing whispers rang in your ear.
“Oh sweetheart, it’s gonna be okay.”
Your sobs that racked your body soon ceased, Ransom pulling back to give you his best attempt at a smile. His eyes worriedly scanned over your red ones before pulling you into a soothing kiss. Releasing your lips, Ransom once again gave you a comforting smile, handing you the coffee, knowing you had forgotten your own.
“Go on, you’re gonna be late, my love.”
On tippy toes, you pressed your lips to the corner of Ransom’s, slowly leaning away, then solemnly heading to your car.
That night, you had called Ransom, telling him you made it safely and that you’d facetime him tomorrow. In his voice, Ransom hid his sorrow, but in truth, ever since you left this morning, he’d been wallowing in despair. What better way to drown out your sorrows than to actually do that? So just as Ransom hung up the phone, he dashed to the car and to the nearest bar, slowly easing the pain via eight beers.
Just about to ring up the bartender for a check, a small, womanly hand slowly wrapped around his forearm, setting it back down on the counter.
“Hey stranger.”
Ransom was so intoxicated, he struggled to even focus, but all he knew was that a woman was sitting in front of him and he sure was missing his wife. It was wrong, but at that moment, his priorities blurred the minute the girl’s lips smothered his. There weren’t boundaries anymore and he knew damn well, that this lady was making his thoughts and good judgement dissipate, he forgot why he was even there in the first place. Right now, you were in the back of his drunken mind, and Blair in the front. Literally and figuratively.
The two broke away from the kiss for air, and Ransom soon remembered the woman staring seductively at him. At this moment, the man was no longer in his own mindset and was reverting back to his old self. The playboy Ransom Drysdale was out tonight, not the man bound by the ring on his finger.
“It’s Blair right?”
She nodded, a few waves of chestnut brown hair moving with her head. Soon drinks long forgotten, Ransom threw down a one-hundred dollar bill, taking Blair by the hand, and out the door. As he gripped her warm hand, he could feel the cold metal of his wedding ring, slightly breaking him out of his lustful haze as mentally kicked himself for what just almost happened. He let out a small laugh, you were always there to keep him in line, whether he accepted it or not. And thank god for that, he thought. After that little reminder, it was like he had sobered up.
About to send Blair back into the bar, lips peppered small kisses to his ear and his fresh mindset was thrown out the window. The sober thoughts now gone. Starting that car engine and driving out with Blair in the passenger seat, Ransom was unknowingly throwing away the best thing to ever happen to him. By doing this, long gone was the better man you had helped make Ransom become.
If only he had been strong enough to fight the temptation and listen to the little warning the symbol of your love (his ring) gave him...
And that night, as Ransom washed away his longing for you with Blair, you laid awake in your childhood bed, happily replaying the memory of lunch with Ransom just the day before. Soon, you’d be reliving that memory in your head, more often than once, but with tears streaming down your face.
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New Year, New Surprises
Summary: Ash had made the decision that this year they were doing things a little differently, but still keeping it in the spirit of themselves. But, of course, her husband can’t help but continue to surprise her. Nothing is too good for her.
W: self-insert x canon, fluff
(( I wrote this for my second husband, because I just really wanted to indulge in him and ash doing a little holiday celebration. It’s small, but! It’s new for them! So I let them enjoy this at their own pace! And what better way to do that than with Giran and his full of surprises self lol ))
It’s been a long time since I celebrated the holidays. There used to not be any reason for it. The days made me feel more alone, and I just had bad memories from them to really give a shit. But as the years went by, I started finding more and more ways to enjoy them. Having friends that made the days more bearable, I started to really appreciate having them around. There were still things I couldn’t really get behind, but for the most part I was starting to become more intrigued with the idea.
But the biggest reason I felt more interested definitely wasn’t because of the best thing to ever happen to my life.
Living in a constant stream of happiness wasn’t something I was used to. Growing up alone and having to do a lot of tough shit on my own, it was a feeling that I had to get used to. And I never used to believe in fate, but it was hard for me not to look back and see just what it brought me. How everything just seemed to finally fall together, and I didn’t want to take a single day for granted.
I was more forgiving, and I was more understanding, and I was happier. I grew more sentimental, and I was definitely more involved with special occasions and holidays. There was just more reason to take a second to appreciate those kinds of days. Having friends that wanted me to get involved, and wanting to cherish every single moment with the absolute love of my goddamn life.
In the beginning, Giran and I both agreed that the holidays weren’t really our thing. He never really gave two shits and neither did I, but I started to notice things changed the longer we were together. We still didn’t care all that much, but he started to notice how I was with my friends about the whole thing. I started talking about having christmas parties with the league, and Say insisting on decorating the hideout.
It sounded silly at first, but I really did find a reason to enjoy it all. Not that I needed to, of course, because everyone is different. But I just found that it made me happy. Just being apart of something that I couldn't find a reason to. I made happier memories to erase the ugly ones, and that was what mattered to me the most.
Which is why our home was slowly becoming like everyone else’s around this time. Slowly and in our own little ways (mainly lots of black and purple) but it was happening. And it honestly made me feel a lot better than I thought. But it probably was just me being happier than I ever thought I could be.
There’s just something about right now that makes it feel more… special. It’s probably just the haze of the anniversary just a few months ago, and honestly I haven’t really gotten over it. But I really don’t want to. It’s an amazing feeling to be this happy and this in love. Something about all of that puts a new perspective on things. A haze of color that I never really saw before. It makes me sound incredibly cheesy, but I wasn’t really going to complain.
I was coming home from a friend date with Say, hot coffee in my hand and a comfortable scarf around my neck. The two of us mainly just sat around and talked about our days, her telling me about her fun night last night. We had set up plans to go out together in the next couple of weeks, once all the holiday shit calmed down. It was my birthday in a couple weeks, after all.
That was going to be a fun night. Already had half the league planning on doing something crazy, which knowing them it probably was going to be. I pulled out my phone just as I unlocked the front door, getting tons of notifications from this goddamn group chat. It was Twice’s idea, and honestly I wasn’t sure what he was thinking. Between Say’s flirting and Dabi’s inane random fucking memes to every goddamn response, it was just a jumbled mess. But it did get a laugh or two out of me throughout the day.
I loved these mother fuckers. Don’t tell them that enough, but I fucking do.
My keys clattered in the bowl near the front door as I kicked off my boots, taking a sip of my coffee and letting my fingers untangle my hair. “Hey babe, I’m home!” I called out, setting down my coffee on the side table and throwing my bag onto the couch. Either it was the coffee or just the good day I was having, but there was a sway to my step that I definitely noticed.
“There’s my girl,” Giran said, appearing from the hallway, “Have a good time?”
“Mmhm. Stopped for coffee on the way home, but I didn’t think you were home yet.”
I leaned up to kiss him softly, feeling his arms wrapping around my waist.
“That’s fine, Princess. Just glad yah had fun.”
Nodding my head, I nuzzled my nose against his like I always do when I’m feeling his happy. Good thing he deals with my random nuzzles and headbuts, because everyone in the past used to think it was really weird. But he just chuckles and ruffles my hair, thinking it’s the cutest thing. All it is to me is my way of showing affection.
Feeling safe and comfortable enough to do this is a milestone for me. I’ve never really felt like I was truly able to be myself in all my weird quirks until he came along. He made me the happiest person in the world, and it never seems to end.
Pulling back a little, I tilted my head and noticed that he was dressed a little nicer than usual. I lifted my brows, letting my hands rest against his chest. “You look nice. Got plans later I don’t know about?” I asked with a teasing smile on my lips. A part of me figured he actually did but it was just business shit. That was pretty common, and it wouldn’t have really bothered me.
His thumb brushed my cheek, causing them to redden a bit just by the way he was looking at me. Never does get old that fucking look in his eyes.
“As a matter of fact, we do-”
“We? Since when?”
I laughed a little, before I realized that he was actually serious. There wasn’t any plans from what I remember, but he could have said something a couple days ago. Either way I was definitely a little skeptical. But then I remembered this is Giran, my husband, king of surprises.
“Heart about a little party nearby and figured we would go for a bit.”
“What kind of fuckin’ party? This that fuckin’ Christmas party Say was talking about the other day?”
He didn’t even have to nod for me to understand. It was hard to imagine that he would want to go to something like this unless there was some kind of business in for him. That’s technically why we go to anything of the sort, but something told me that this wasn’t exactly the case. He was enjoying my reaction too by the look on his face, not entirely a smirk but humorous enough.
“Okay, but why?” I asked.
“Just ‘cause. Do I need a reason to take out my gorgeous wife?”
Swallowing, I tried to completely ignore the way my body reacted to that comment and gave a little teasing roll of my eyes.
“I mean-- no… but it’s just kind of out of the blue. That’s not really our thing, anyway.”
“You were saying that you wanted to change things up a little bit.”
“Yeah, but like-- I meant maybe a party with friends or like fucking decorating the house. Besides, you look a little too dressed up for some like random thing either. And I swear to god if there’s dancing involved.”
Giran started chuckling at my little tirade, pulling me back against him with his hands settling on my lower back. I huffed a sigh, unable to resist the way that he held me close and the strong smell of his cologne.
“There might be-”
“God damn it, Baby.”
Chewing on my bottom lip, I looked up at him and heaved another sigh. He really does push me out of my comfort zone, and I thank him for that a lot. There’s no way that I would experience half the shit that I have without him here to help me. And it would definitely be nice to get out of the house with him.
I grasped at the collar of his shirt and tugged on it a bit, feeling him kiss my forehead softly.
“Alright, I’ll go. But only if there’s gonna be food.”
“They’ll be food, I promise. All the food yah want.”
“Mmm… good… I’m starving.”
He kissed my forehead one last time, shifting a strand of hair from my face.
This was definitely something he would owe me later on. Especially making me get all dressed up and shit, which I knew judging by his outfit I was going to have to do. But I knew that us showing up was going to liven this party up a bit. We have known at times to shake things up considering we’re not exactly the conventional couple.
But I definitely liked crashing a few parties.
“Now, go get dressed, sexy. Got a dress waiting for yah.”
“Of course you do.”
“Only the best for my princess.”
I giggled, pressing my palm to his cheek just as I trotted past him towards the bedroom.
Giran was way too fucking good to me, and I definitely still didn’t feel like I deserved him. But he’s what made the holidays fun for me. I definitely couldn’t have seen myself a couple years ago enjoying these kinds of things, but the right people can definitely change you for the better. And I can just feel how different things can be when I have someone who really loves and supports me by my side.
#self insert#self ship#ship: you drive me crazy (and I hate it)#my writing#fic#fluff#i know its short and like a small thing but! like i said its different for them!#but i love how the relationship has developed!! its so great!!#aowefjao;wiejfaoiewf#i love him sm
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Perhaps fluffy domestic headcanons with Leon Kennedy? The man may be grumpy, but he deserves some fluff in his life, after everything he's been through.
Oh? Well this is a change of pace! I mean I am a Voltron writing blog but recently I have been thinking about branching out into to other fandoms and I’m not gonna turn down a request to write for my boy Leon! So let’s see if people will like me writing for something other than Voltron haha! I’m excited yet scared lol. Here we go!
Leon:
The man can be a bit of a grump, a hardass and much more but can you blame him after all the shit he’s been through?
He’s afraid of losing the ones he loves so it took him quite awhile to ever get close to another person ever again because he tends to shut them out
It’s not like he means to do it, he’s just scared to get close to anyone because he fears that one day they’ll end up dead and he really can’t face that heartbreak all over again
Yet when he does allow himself to open up again, he can be such a sweetie
An ass but still a sweetie
He’s not exactly a romantic but he can have his moments when he wants to
VERY protective of the people he loves and holds dear, wanting to go as far to train them so that they can defend themselves when he’s not around
Kind of similar Shiro, he suffers from constant nightmares and honestly anyone would after the shit he’s seen
He just needs lots and lots of hugs and cuddles from the person he loves to remind him that it was just a nightmare, not reality
It takes time for him to really open up and perhaps the best way to so is to over a few drinks
He’s very sarcastic and again, can be a bit of an ass but in private, he can be very affectionate and sweet
He’ll happily watch a movie with his S/O but he’s not going to promise he’ll stay awake through the whole thing
He’s a tired boi and deserves some nice peace and quiet force once
Zombie movies are a a big no no because seen and dealt with that shit and his commentary is just him saying how inaccurate the movies are
He’s the type to just curl up with his S/O and a damn good book, playing with his S/O’s hair as he reads
All in all, just the man some whiskey and endless love because he certainly needs it
First time writing for Mr. Leon Kennedy AKA Real Proud Dad so dunno if I’ll write for him again in the future unless people request but thanks for the request hun! It was quite nice to write for a new character for once! ~Admin Mae
#resident evil#re#resident evil headcanons#resident evil scenarios#resident evil reader inserts#Leon Kennedy#leon s kennedy#leon x reader#leon kennedy x reader
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With you, Bang Chan (M)
A/N: sorry if this sucks lol, its my first time writing. I also tried to make it a gender neutral as possible.
genre: fluff, smut
{3:45 am}
"I'm tired as fuck" I whisper yell stepping inside my house and taking off my boots.
Chris and I decided to spend the Christmas holidays at my mother's house in (home country), she has been talking about meeting him for awhile now, given that we’ve been together for almost 4 years now.
I brought Chris to a local pub in my town to meet up with some old friends, though we weren't planning on getting this shit faced.
So here we were, trying to sneak up the stairs like some teenagers who snuck out late at night.
"I'm going to go wash up" I say heading towards the bathroom.
"Okay cutie, don't be too long," Chris giggles as he walks towards my bedroom.
A few minutes later i wobbled out of the bathroom, down the hallway into my bedroom to find Chris sitting on my bed struggling to take off his shoes.
I giggled as i sat down in front of him helping him untie his laces to get his shoes off.
I then get into bed, him following me wrapping his arms around me giving me sloppy kisses on my neck.
"Baby" he whines shuffling around like a little kid.
"What Chris," I answer turning around to face him.
"You're so cute" he giggles, kissing me all over my face.
"Ew fuck off, stop," I groan as i try to push him away.
"but I don't want to" he whines pulling me to his chest. I sigh as i realize hes still wearing his clothes.
"Chris take off your clothes you big idiot," i whisper successfully getting out of his grasp.
"Ohhh you want to see me strip," he says with a grin, wiggling his eyebrows while giggling.
"You're an idiot I swear," i mumble jokingly. He starts taking off his white shirt, staring at me trying to be seductive, which he was failing miserably at since he was a drunk mess. I giggled and got out of bed helping him out of his clothes, but me helping him didn't make much of a difference as I was equally as drunk.
He leans down and kisses me softly, cupping my cheek with his hand as he sat down on the bed, pulling me on top of him to straddle his hips.
"You look so beautiful baby," he whispers while looking deep into my eyes, love and adoration swirling in his beautiful brown eyes.
His lips left mine to press open mouthed kisses on my neck, lightly sucking my the kiss leaving red love marks.
I pushed him down on his back and started to grind against his crotch, a soft sigh falling from his lips as he started removing my pajama top, sitting up and kissing down my chest. His hands pulling down my bottoms as i help him by kicking the off. He lifted his hips up to roll against mine and I let out a small moan, kissing down his neck making sure I mark him where only we can see because of his job.
"Can i make love to you baby," he moans into my ear making me shiver.
"Yeah, but we have to be quiet" I whisper trying not to wake anyone in the house.
"I love you" he whimpered, resting his head against mine while removing both of our underwear.
"Do you want me to do anything specific right now?" He asked, fidgeting slightly as the cold winter air hit his hard member.
"Play with me, with your mouth," I whisper in his ear, bringing his hand down to my crotch. He bit his lip at my words, moving so that I was laying on my back.
"If that’s what you want" he smirks while spreading my legs for him to lay between.
"You're so beautiful baby, so beautiful" he moans out as he looks up at me, his mouth working my lower body so good, my hands reach down to run through his hair, small moans of pleasure and encouragement for him to do more falling from my lips. I slowly rocked my hips forward against his mouth, getting closer to my release.
"Shit fuck Chris." I whine as I threw my head against the pillow below me. He put one finger in me, thrusting it in and out of me slowly. "Oh fuck" My hips lifted again "don't stop. He then added another finger and sped up his pace, his mouth still working wonders on my sensitive spot.
I soon feel myself coming to my release, I called out his name as quietly as I could. "Chris," I whimpered out as I released, breathing heavily.
"Was that nice baby?" He said as he sat up and pulled me up to straddle him again. I didn't have time to answer as he leaned forward and put his lips on mine, kissing me slowly.
"Do you want me to suck you off?" I asked. Chris groaned and bucked his hips into me. " No no, I want you to ride me" he groans out, looking at me in the eyes. "Okay" I giggled as i grab a condom from my bag and slide it over his hard cock. "I love you so much baby," he whispered holding me close.
"I love you too" I say, grabbing his cock and stocking him wanting him to feel relaxed since he works so hard making music all the time. Being an Idol isn’t as easy as it looks, and I want him to know and feel how much I love him.
I felt his member throbbing at my entrance as a gasp left both of our lips as he pushed into me, his arms holding my waist as he guided me down onto him while i bounced.
"Chris," I gasped out as he started playing with my nipples,
"You like that baby?" He whimpered against my skin, moaning over he feeling of me wrapped around him. I didn't answer too caught up in the intense feeling between my legs. His lips finding my neck, "do I make you feel good baby?" He asks, moaning into my ear,
"Yeah," I sigh, "You make me feel so good babe."
He looked at me and smiled, kissing me again with so much passion and love.
After a while my legs started to cramp from the constant bouncing so I stopped moving at looked at him with tired eyes. "You good?" He asks while running a hand through my hair.
"I'm tired" I answer, both of us giggling as he switched positions so that I was laying down on my back, while he wrapped my legs around his waist.
He started to thrust again, a little faster this time as he ran a hand down my body to play with me.
"Fuck Chris, baby, shit you feel so good, I'm not gonna last long," I moan out, wrapping my arms around his neck. " I know babe, me too." He groaned, one of his hands resting on my hip while the other was still snaked between my legs. My breathing got heavier as I felt him speed up again, feeling the familiar feeling from earlier building up in my abdomen and i wrapped my arms around his waist, my hands on his ass pushing him into me deeper.
"I'm coming baby," he moaned, his voice shaky and his thrusts getting sloppier. Along moan left his lips as he continued thrusting into me chasing his orgasm before spilling himself into the condom, my name leaving his lips repeatedly as he did so. His hips stilled and he pulled out of me, throwing the condom into the bin while his hand was still playing with me, helping me reach my climax,
The only sound in the room was Chris's heavy breathing and my small moans and groans of pleasure. " play with me more, please" I beg, raising my hips up into his hand desperately trying to get my release that i was so close to achieving.
"You look so beautiful Y/N, cum, cum on my hand, that’s it , that’s my baby." He praises me.
"Fuck fuck Chris, baby, oh my-" were the only words I could form as i felt myself release all over his hand, quiet moans and whimpers leaving my lips as i came down from my high.
He finally pulled his hand away , lifting me up and quietly bringing us both to the bathroom for a quick shower, even though it was like 4 am we were sweaty and gross. Sex isn't clean.
"You okay baby?" He asks as he washes my back, my arms wrapped around him as I looked at him.
"Yeah that felt amazing love," I whisper, cupping his face and giving him a quick peck on the lips.
"I love you," I say as he washes the soap off of my body.
"I love you too baby girl/boy," he smiles as he leans his head down for me to wash his hair.
After our shower we sneak back to my room and changed the bed sheets to some fresh ones since the previous ones were dirty from our activities earlier.
Getting n bed we lay face to face, his hand rubbing my arms softly as I play with his hair.
"Goodnight my love," he whispers. "See you in the morning." He smiles as he kisses my head.
"Goodnight Chris," I whisper back, pecking his nose and snuggling into his chest as we both drift off to sleep.
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76 Theses
Oh hey there, Gabi. Long time no see. Hope your summer is going well as if I don’t already know because I follow you on Instagram, and I hope your med school prep isn’t destroying you I’m going to grad school in the fall, so girl I can only imagine. EDIT: GIRL HOW DID YOU POST A CHAPTER TWO DAYS BEFORE YOU MOVED AND STARTED OVER IN ANOTHER PLACE FOR FREAKIN’ MED SCHOOL
LMAOOOO FWIW I didn’t start over, I literally moved like 30 minutes away (and my family did a solid 75% of the work because what are big over-involved Puerto Rican families for). Summer was GLORIOUS. And 6 months ago, loooooool, I’M THE WORST. But you’re the best. This review is the best. Hope you’re crushing grad school (I know you are instinctively but I also know you are because I’ve talked to you about it and despite your humble nonsense I can tell you’re killin’ it). ANYWAY, diving on in to this literary masterpiece of a review:
Anyways, let me start by saying, literally every time you post a new chapter, I think “I’m ready, let’s go”. But literally, every time I read a new chapter, I am not ready, and you slay me every single freakin’ time. Dude, I have no clue how you do it, but every time, I die. Any more deaths, and I’d be a freakin’ Winchester.
A/N: looooool that’s incredible because every time I post a new chapter I think ‘this is it, this is where everyone realizes I don’t actually know how to write, it’s been fun’. But in all seriousness, girl, the fact that you make a point to send reviews after every chapter and go into detail like this is just–like honestly it’s reason enough to crank out 30K words of my bullshit. Not even kidding. If literally no one but you read this story I’d still write it because getting your hilarious whip-smart reviews are life. It’s so appreciated. It’s so appreciated.
Off the bat, while you may believe this is a “filler” chapter, it is a damn good filler I wish I could write filler chapters as nicely and uniquely wtf. If you meant filler as in full of wonderful delightfulness, then yas girl this is the filler-est of filler chapters. Because if you meant this is some fluff piece that has nothing of substance, if you thought for once second that we aren’t thriving off the Bamon drama of the Steroline giggles, we’d all have to chase you out of town good thing you’re already moving.
This chapter is amazing, and on a personal spiritual level, I still can not get over your similes. I know that sounds silly and amateur, but while you’re hella awesome at metaphors, your similes, dude, are unique af, and every single time I write something that barely resembles something you’ve written, I’m staring at my screen like what the actual fuck is the nonsense? Sooooo, rest assured, this chapter is awesome (to be explained in great detail), and you’re awesome too (also to be explained in greater detail).
LMAOOOOO CASSIE I HAD TO LOOK UP WHAT A FUCKING SIMILE WAS HELP ME WHY AM I HERE. But DUDE, I actually have some words to say about this, the first ones being - GAH. Thanks so, so much love. I’m beaming. The second ones being - I ALWAYS think they’re weird when I write them. Seriously. Like that feeling you said you get when you try getting creative with a description is the exact same one I get -ROLL WITH IT. I had to learn that by just sucking it up and posting shit with unusual descriptions and then seeing what kind of feedback I got for it (which tbh makes it sound like I’ve been doing it for a while lololol but I actually just recently started challenging myself to get more creative with my descriptions for things). It actually came from constantly reading writing with cool imagery (Six of Crows was a great one!) and realizing that they never fell back on tired/common metaphors. They always used something unique (Kaz’s voice being like dry leaves scattering across pavement or w/e? Lmao you know how I felt about the constant descriptions of Kaz’s voice but I loved that one). I’m clearly nowhere near that level but I’ve definitely taken to stopping a few times while writing and going, ‘Wait. This is a chance to come up with something cool. Slow down. Do better.’ Cause tbh I have no instinct for it. I don’t think in creative metaphors or similes or whatever. But if I labor over it for a minute or two I can maybe come up with something, so yeah, THE POINT OF ALL THIS BEING - it probably sounds a lot better to a reader than it will to you. They feel and read unnaturally to me because they don’t come naturally to me, lol, but the people reading probs don’t know that so trust yourself! Do it! Knowing you and your talent they’re probably incredible.
Okay, so, in an attempt not to be mundane, let’s go through this fav line by fav line please forgive me if I just rewrite the whole chapter because ff.net doesn’t let you copy/paste
“She remembered feeling alarmed, a little helpless, like a plastic bag caught in the middle of a hurricane” (us FL girls can spot one another from miles away) (but also???? great simile). Poor Damon, but also poor Bonnie. This girl is just tryna help—it’s the core of her being, tbh—and this boy is too proud. Not like proud-proud, but that oh-shit-I’m-exposed proud. You know.
A/N: AMERICAN BEAUTY REFERENCE WHADDUP. Lol I was channeling that plastic bag shot at the end of the movie. Granted there’s no hurricane in that but you know, us Florida girls put hurricanes into everything. And yeah, that’s a great read on Damon. His pride/confidence is something he uses as a shield more than anything, which isn’t to say it’s fake exactly, but more so something he relies on to stay detached and not really have to deal with things. It’s easy for him to be like ‘world sucks, I don’t care’. Anytime anyone sees below that confidence/armor, though, it’s really destabilizing for him because it makes the reality of his fears/anxieties harder to ignore, ya know?
Kai calling out “Friends?” is the most relatable thing.
He’s a murdery little bean.
“And sure, maybe she’s being a giant, hypocritical pot to his doesn’t-deal-with-childhood-trauma kettle…” Yes girl, these lines are really awesome. Also, I like how Bonnie recognizes the cycle right away.
She’s like ‘been there done that broseph’.
“Do you have any pop tarts?” this girl asks. Lol when you stress eat. Btw, we never find out if she got them??? I need answers????
I feel like Kai could 3D print pop tarts if he needed to.
“Toodles”: I had a friend (loose usage of the term) in hs who used to say that, for real, and it’s funny ‘cause she was this gossipy diva (Bekah?) and reading this just sent me back. Also, toodles is such a passive-aggressive thing to say, especially for Care.
I don’t think toodles has ever been said without the backing vocal of ‘I hate you please die’.
“… the prospect of going through the whole song and dance made her bones ache, it was so tiring.” FINALLY, CAROLINE, YOU’RE FREE OF THE CURSE I can tell not really, but, at least, we’re getting through some of that warding doe.
RIGHT!? Lol I was excited to put that bit in because it was sort of my attempted nod to everyone reading that it was okay (actually encouraged!) to feel frustrated with Caroline’s constant mood swings because she herself hated them. They weren’t meant to be read as a some ‘fascinating complicated girl’ thing, you know? I feel like a lot of shows (esp. with male writers) like to write these female characters that are difficult and volatile for the sake of being ‘interesting’ and I kind of wanted everyone to know that I wasn’t going for that. Caroline’s coming from a place of fear. She knows what she’s doing isn’t fair. She knows it’s angering and more trouble than it’s worth. And even more than that, she hates it just as much as everyone else does, and by the time we hit chapter 16, she’s finally too drained to listen to that frantic instinct to self-preserve. She just throws caution to the wind and lets it go. It’s still scary for her but what can you do. But you’re right, she’s getting there!
***Side Note*** when is Tyler gonna be a thing, I need some sma Tyler in my life rn
Me toooooooo he’s my husband. He should be popping in for 18 or 19!
Stefan’s recap of what happened, “you planned the homecoming dance at the same time as the football game”/”False” is great. I really love your back-and-forth dialogue, like always, ‘cause it’s natural and it’s funny as hell. Idk, when I write it (or sometimes when I read other people’s), it doesn’t have that same fast pace hilarity. Maybe that’s just me.
It’s definitely just you cause I’ve read your dialogue and it’s hilarious, but one thing I’ve found that super speeds up dialogue is removing the dialogue tags. Seriously. Makes a world of difference. Like I don’t think it’s even possible to write an extended snappy exchange with dialogue tags tbh, cause your mind will just naturally slow it down to read the description. Half the time I go back to edit, I’m just removing unnecessary dialogue tags or descriptions that felt needed at the time. It helps if you can pick dialogue that sort of speaks for itself in terms of how it’s said, too (and realizing that once you’ve set the tone of a conversation, you really don’t need to keep re-emphasizing that tone - it really only needs to be addressed if there’s a shift imo). Also, I’ve kind of found that leaving out subjects can both make dialogue sound way more natural and also speed it up. Like even in the example you used below:
“You’re ridiculous”/ “Effective” / “Terrifying”/ “Productive”/ “And impressive as hell”
it wouldn’t read the same if it was:
“You’re ridiculous.”
“I’m effective.”
“You’re terrifying.”
“I’m productive.”
“And you’re impressive as hell.”
See how it slows it down? And throw in dialogue tags and it’s even slower.
“You’re ridiculous,” he said.
“I’m effective,” I countered.
“You’re terrifying,” he replied.
“I’m productive,” I quipped.
“And you’re impressive as hell,” he concluded.
To me that just completely changes the speed/flow. So yeah, there’s my unsolicited advice on snappy dialogue, lolololol.
Caroline’s interjection: “Systematic overview” lol
“You’re ridiculous”/ “Effective” / “Terrifying”/ “Productive”/ “And impressive as hell”—ooooo, Stefan! Your heart-eyes are showing!
***Side Note*** so, uh, are we ever gonna find out what Stefan allegedly did?
Muahaha yes. Kind of. Iz cute.
His deadpan face eased into a smile—one of those twinkling, warm ones that reminded her of honey spilling off a spoon—and predictably, annoyingly, her stomach did a flutter—gold. I feel like you can really get away with lines like this when it comes to Steroline because a) Caroline is a writer and b) Stefan is a Disney prince I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU USED THAT BTW I’M GETTING AHEAD OF MYSELF BUT DUUUUDE
LISTEN I have so much fun writing in Caroline’s PoV because I can write things in a way that I can’t with other characters. I think you’ll see a lot of that in 17 when Caroline dives into her Matt history. And Stefan’s fun because he’s such a fucking sap so I can get as dumb as I want. He has a scene in 17 where I’m like ‘jesus christ dude get a grip’. Damon’s my annoying son because he’s closed off as hell so I always have to keep his thoughts muted and on-the-brink-of-something. Bonnie probably comes the most easily. Anyway, there’s my response to a question that was never even asked.
“It was the elephant in the room, big and obvious and floating over their heads like a light-up blimp. None of this frothy, chit-chat matters, it read in a glitzy, scrolling marquee, waving its animatronic trunk, y’all are fake.” … Does it ever get exhausting? Knowing that you’re literally the best at this metaphorical imagery thingies that need an actual name so I can use it and throw it in your face like, look at this gabi, think about what you’ve done?
I almost cut that out because I thought it would feel random! See? That was one of those ‘pause’ moments where I almost left it as ‘the elephant in the room’ and then was like ‘you can do better than that’, and then after I extended it I was like ‘that sounds weird as hell but whatever roll with it’. So roll with yours, girl!
“An awkward beat passed as they regarded each other in the bright, exposing overhead light”/ “the lighting too clinical for such a personal conversation”. So, recently, coupling physical and metaphorical description has really been my jam, and I am so totally digging this.
I have this weird thing where I feel like the lighting has to be soft for intimate conversations and if it’s not I’m like not in the right headspace for it, looool. So I’m glad you’re weird about that with me!
“[Katherine] was tough. Cynical. Her arms would lock tightly around him, jaw set, damning the world and the fucked up people in it.” Nice glimpse at the infamous Katherine Pierce. Can’t wait for a possible cameo from her in the future.
NYE! Hopefully. I might be overselling NYE.
“Melted, really, like a clock in a fucking Dali painting.” Ok so like, do you Google this shit or is your brain just going a million miles a minute, coming up with stellar ways of impressing us (me)? Like jfc Gabi, calm down.
LOOOL okay that one was instinctive because I compare legit every melty thing to a Dali clock. My sister’s cat has no bones and liquifies into whatever space she inhabits and we call her a melted clock.
“Floaty, useless goddamn feathers” this is cute i’m fine
“The Tylers” mention: Tyler believes in love? Is Tyler a Stefan, and that’s why Defan gels? Does Tyler have a girlfriend or boyfriend or a something?!?!? How cute!
I feel like the best way to describe Tyler is like… surprisingly well-adjusted. Like he definitely had some shitty things go down in his life (abusive dad), but he had a loving mom and an unexpected support system in Damon and Katherine and because of that, he’s grown up to be this easy-going, confident guy. He’s definitely got a wild streak because of Damon and Katherine, but even when he went out with them they always kept an eye on him, always kept him out of the real dangerous stuff. He grew up loved. So when it comes to romantic love, he’s a casual optimist about it. He’s not some heart-on-his-sleeve romantic, but he believes it’s out there. His issue is kind of that he gets along with everyone (one of those types), so no one’s really knocked him off his feet yet love-wise.
“The Carolines”: oh shit, called out. I love that he can read her like a goddamn book even though they aren’t anything under the surface at all. Like that just shows how good he is at this.
Yessss, love that interpretation. I kind of wanted to emphasize how much he has everyone pegged so that it would heighten the contrast to how much he keeps having to redefine Bonnie.
“She’d cracked his varnish”—nice—“so thoughtlessly, like it wasn’t something he relied on”—oh shit—“and for what?/ “For shits and giggles? To see if she could?” Like usually I can handle these lines I’m lying but how sad and fucked up is it that Damon thinks Bonnie was only kind to him for something. I totally understand his mindset (like get where he’s coming from), but jfc honey, Bonnie is the Hufflepuffiest (which kudos btw for using the house for both ships, nice nice, I’m honored on behalf of us honey-badgers) and she literally didn’t try to help for anything.
He def. struggles with the idea of people being kind for no reason. AND YAS GIRL HONEY BADGERS UNITE! KINDNESS EVERYWHERE! YOU get some kindness. YOU get some kindness! ERRBODY IN DA CLUB GETTIN KINDNESS.
“He scoffed again, shaking his head—worry. Concern./ “Unwanted things.” CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT IS THE SHIT, MAN. All us writers out here (or just me idk) are screaming and, probably totally weeping.
“Her eyes looked a little buggy in her magnifying goggles, hair in a mess of curls, and instantly, unwantedly, he felt a bit of the cool distance warm right off him.” Oh silly boy. Like you can actually resist how adorable Bon-bon is. Also, love nerd!Bonnie, can she come back some more?
I’m going to incorporate it into 17! I think. Lmao I will now.
“It means I don’t need you to fucking fix me.” Yikes, dude.
I always worry that those mood-shift lines aren’t going to pack enough of a punch so I love when you single them out.
“One little emotion glitch”… It’s really interesting you put it this way. Stefonnie are all heartstrings and mush, and Daroline are very ones-and-zeros, very programmed-and-defined. And this ties into Kai’s “logic” speech, because while these no-strings-attached sillies think they can avoid what makes us all human, they’ve got another thing coming. These fools are just as sappy-feely as their romantic counterparts.
TRUEFAX.COM I wanna change the story description to just that ^^
“Relax.” IF THAT SHIT ISN’T THE MOST ANNOYING THING EVER I HAVE NO IDEA HOW BONNIE DIDN’T DECK HIM RIGHT THERE. Not to call him out, but my boyfriend does this whenever I get worked up, and I’ve warned him, next time he tells me to relax, he’s getting hit. I literally read Damon’s “relax” in my bf’s voice, and I got so irritated. (Great job).
I THINK YOU MEAN YOUR FIANCÉ WHHHAAAATTTTTT
“Your blood type was ‘tequila’.”
“Does that bother you” / “Not as much as it bothers you” OOOO GIRL EXPOSE HIM
YAS another line I hoped packed a punch.
“Cat, is he lying?” lol when do they actually name her
Never.
“Casually vibrant and loose” reminds me of sunshine for some reason. Sunshiny Caroline is my fav.
“Bonnie’s Caroline. Spirited. Brassy… A hell-raiser with a sparkling stare and a laugh like a bell.” Stefan, babe, stop.
“Badgering the witness!” LOL I’m using this in b&b, you’ve been warned, bye
DO IT.
“Memory Lane was closed.”/ “Detour to Platonic Avenue”: good, good, keep it up. I love how they end up talking about it anyways? And it’s lowkey a daroline convo, but without a doubt, Damon would flirt it up, and it’d probably end in more sex, but these two goofballs I swear:
“Told you I was the class skank” and “it takes years of training” but also “No room left behind”
“Nothing is good enough to make me forget about how much I hate heights” / “I am”
OH SHIT IT’S GETTIN’ HOT IN HERE. But also????? Excellent example of what I was saying (re: daroline convo); Caroline lapsed into her natural, flirty confidence, not even realizing GIRL HOW AREN’T YOU REALIZING how something so saucy, that would naturally turn on Stefan, can’t be said so casually.
HAHAHA honestly as I was writing that I was like ‘careful what you wish for steffy bear’ because like you said, that is natural Caroline. She’s confident, flirty, vibrant, etc, and if Stefan was already falling for the prickly, self-preserving version, how did he expect to survive this one, you know? I don’t approve of these characters’ dumb ass decisions I just write them.
“You’re Lawyer Dangerous-ing me, aren’t you?” and “Wow, I ruined you.” Love it. I feel like Kol pulled this shit on Caroline, and she lowkey trusts her brother, so she fell for things like this all the time.
LOOOL Kol’s such a menace.
“You didn’t think you were Buttercup, did you?” / “That’s embarrassing”: I love sma Stefan so much. I liked tvd at one time, but that’s for another day
lololol we’ve discussed this.
“Ugh, montage love” I’m sorry Gabi, are you in sma too?
ya know every now and then I have to insert my frustration with how dumb everyone is.
“Was it real if the sun started to fade after a few years? Was it real if the gravity weakened and he had to struggle to stay in her atmosphere? Was it real if another planet got pulled in, too, one he could never see because it was always on the exact opposite side of her, moving in tandem with him, eclipsed by her glow?” Shit, girl. Like, go home already.
Gah, thanks love. Another case of ‘pause. Think. You can do better.’ I’m telling you, you just have to roll with it!
“I don’t regret a second of that” oh Stefan, you lovesick fool
“I’m like a human Bermuda Triangle” love
“Just give him the Disney Prince look” and the process of him going through it, and him being like, “This is just my face” I’m dead.
“Danger Zone” lmfaoooooo, followed by “Whatever, Piss Pants”. Sounds like a classic Caroline x Kol moment
Honestly, it was so nice to write them just having an easy convo, lololol. And TOTALLY a Care x Kol type exchange. Oh, Kol. I can’t wait to write him over the Christmas chapter(s).
“Bonnie knew the ball was in her court to be the bigger person” to “…they all made her feel caught between telling him that everything was going to be okay and asking him if he wanted a gold fucking star.”/ “Unfortunately, the latter seemed to be winning out.” Okay, so I have to admit this: this “petty, four-year-old” Bamon is a little shamefully like me and my boyfriend. We’re like the diluted version of bamon in this fic. I’m the nerd/caring one, my bf is the cynical/well-read one, and we’re both petty af, and our form of affection is kinda like bamon’s back-and-forth. I mean, we’re not as fucked up at all, but idk, I see parts of our relationship in bamon, which is why they are otp does that mean I think ryan and I otp? maybe but I don’t like being gross. Anyways…
FIANCÉ RYAN. CASS IS GETTING MARRIED Y’ALL. I OTP YOU GUYS ENOUGH FOR THE BOTH OF US SO IT’S FINE.
“Must be depressing” / “Don’t worry about it” / “Just means it doesn’t matter” / “Because isn’t that the human way?” Ooooo this shit boils my blood this is the kind of crap ryan pulls sometimes omg but moreover, this baiting thing is so aggravating. Say what you want to say and be done with it!
WEDDING BELLS AND RIIIINNNIIINNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG LMAO literally any mention of you and Ryan’s going to bring that response out of me bye
“I mean, didn’t you tell me last night that your biggest fear is that something’s wrong with you and it’s only a matter of time before everyone else figures it out?” and Bonnie’s internal monologue “her head was caught in a hum as she tried to shake off the burn of hearing her biggest insecurity thrown in her face, casual, smug”. I got to admit, Gab, you really know how to write ‘em. Like I was literally hanging on every sentence like oh. My. GOD. DAMON WENT THERE.
Side Note: this whole scene had me all sorts of fucked up, and like damn girl, you really know how to write ‘em. Like I felt for Bonnie. Not in a personal way, but like having someone just throw your deepest fear in your face? Someone who you were just warming up to? Like shit.
GIRL thanks so much, that scene definitely took some tweaking. I always stress about those moments because it takes me so long to get a sense for exactly what kind of mood I built (cause I’m almost like… already in the mood when I start writing it so I don’t actually know if I built it or not? Like if someone who wasn’t me would feel it through the writing alone? Does that make sense? I always try to explain this and fail). But anyway, gah, so glad this pulled you in. Like it’s one thing to try and be funny and fail at it (my life) but for some reason it’s way more nerve-wracking to me to try and be dramatic/intense and fail at it.
Kai’s crème-bru-yay is like opening Pinterest and seeing the first promoted post lol.
Damon’s “would it kill you to stay for one dessert” and her “it might kill you”, which I translated to “I might kill you, you fucker”
Exactly what it meant.
The Bon/Kid talk. Nice. I love how it parallels to the Care/Stef talk earlier (dunno if you did this on purpose?)
Nope, but I’m going to pretend I’m put-together enough of an author to do things like that and say of course.
“I don’t even know what your vulnerabilities are, Damon!” Have you read Lee’s “Parachute” bamon fic. Damon asks, “Do I ever say anything I don’t mean?” and Bonnie says something like Uh yeah, you say whatever will bother people the most. That. That is so true, and I didn’t realize it until I read it in her fic.
Noooo, I haven’t, but now I really need to!
He was a friggin’ serial killer and they’d played right into his game Jesus fucking Christ they were all going to di—I love how off the rails Bonnie’s thoughts are. Like she’s stilly lowkey pissy at Damon, but at the same time, she’s like we’re gonna die.
LOL that’s why Bonnie’s the easiest for me to write, because I too am often balancing serious emotions with cracky off-the-rails thoughts.
“I’m sorry but what the everloving fuck, dude?” So, first, amazing line lmfao; second, amazing scene, my friend. Damon, somehow, talking Kai down? Like who would have thought? “Not a good look, man.” I’m dead.
Jk that line is getting it’s own number. Just reading it makes me think that Damon must’ve said something like this to Tyler. Must have. Like, maybe Tyler’s talking about how he got into a fight at school, or maybe about how he screwed things up with a girl—idk idc, big brother!Damon is a good look.
Toootally! I was 100% channeling big bro!Damon there, and I definitely hoped people would connect it back to Tyler. Tyler’s just someone that Damon wants better for, you know? Like him and Katherine take him along on their wild rides but like I said earlier, Damon definitely doesn’t want him to live the same kind of life or make the same kind of mistakes/sacrifices he’s made. So I can totally see him steering him off that path if he senses him heading down it. And just in general, so happy you liked that scene. It was one of the scenes I was most pumped for ‘cause I live for feels, and I thought it showed really cute sides of both Damon and Kai.
Kai’s fun fact about Dante, and Damon’s plain, “Bummer” lol.
Kai’s “Did you mean what you said earlier…thinking I was cool…?” I seriously don’t know how you made a serial killer adorable but how dare you
:D
“Boyish, almost, like he was some angsty teen she’d walked in on listening to Britney Spears”, oops you did it again I’m hilarious my friend, you played with my heart for fantastic similes. Like, this one just epitomizes what you wanted it to, this sheepish, caught-in-the-moment-of-a-good-deed kinda thing. Like, Gabi, stop
Yeeeesssss that was exactly what I wanted to get across but I wasn’t sure I got it across so YAY. Goes to show you. You never think that of your own stuff. Idk why this review response is turning into a giant PSA on cutting yourself some slack with your own writing but CUT YOURSELF SOME SLACK WITH YOUR OWN WRITING PEOPLE.
‘you are so much more than you think you are, you piece of shit’—see, that’s my kind of “terms of endearment”.
LOL mine too.
Caroline vs. Cat, illustrated by “Are you trying to die?” is very much like me vs. a cat except I’m super allergic, so I’m doing the dying
LOOOOOL love ya, Cas.
“Stefan!” She blustered out of her room with a scowl, padding down the hallway in Bonnie’s too-small Gryffindor slippers. First off, Caroline calling Stefan. Secondly, Caroline calling Stefan to be a meditator between her and the cat. Thirdly, why does Bonnie had Gryffindor slippers if she is clearly (eh) Hufflepuff (she could easily be Ravenclaw tbh).
LMAO so I made them Hufflepuff at first and then I remembered Bonnie had a Gryffindor shirt and I thought it’d be funny for her to just randomly have paraphernalia from every house because she can’t decide who she is and goes through phases where she’s super convinced she’s one house and then it changes a few months later.
“Tide of amusement”/ “Wash of endearment”: teach me your wayssss
I read that as ‘teach me your waaaavvveeesss’ we’re both hilarious
“Saint Stefan”: I really like (and appreciate) that Caroline is the one calling him this. That it’s not some jealous brother, but some girl who blatantly misunderstood him and is coming to the conclusion that maybe this savior complex isn’t as bad/ingrained as she thought.
Honestly even just reading ‘jealous brother’ gave me such TVD PTSD. Gross. I’m with ya, girl.
Stefan’s advice, “Dazzle him with that Rebekah charm” literally is the most Dad thing I’ve ever seen lmao
“Demon.” / “Demons everywhere.” Lolololololol
“Do your thing. Give me the sisterhood spiel or whatever Hallmark collection it was you were planning on plagiarizing.” Well shit. I’d probably pay to hear Damon and Rebekah’s verbal sparring.
LMAO Damon vs. Rebekah would be amazing. I feel like they’d be fast friends, which makes me laugh because Kol would totally idolize Damon and yet him and Rebekah would loathe each other.
“But more importantly… Tiffany will be social media stalking you every inch of the way, seething with jealousy, so take a lot of pictures.” I love how she gives the realest advice, and then brings it to Rebekah’s level lol. I feel like big sister!Caroline is something we were deprived of and didn’t know it.
Hahaha you know Rebekah would totally ignore that shit if it didn’t circle back to making her nemesis miserable. But sister!Caroline is definitely something I want to do more of, so I’m so happy you liked that side. Christmas time will give her and Kol some quality time (and Mama Liz!)
“I’m going to need some tea,” she says lmao.
Oh this is the thing I was talking about when I referred to Lee’s fic: “he’d know before he’d even opened his mouth that he was going to hate what came out” and “why the hell had he even gone there? He could’ve just told her he needed space”. Very similar. You guys had the same revelation.
That’s rad - I definitely have to go read her fic. Lee’s writing is always brilliant.
“Unfortunately, the hole he’d just managed to dig himself into had an echo, and the only sound in it was the disbelieving crack in Bonnie’s voice when she’d confronted him about bring up her parents.” Right in the heart.
“But maybe she thought he was a megadouche” he cares what she thinks! “Maybe she was waiting for him to prove that he wasn’t.”
“You missed a spot” / “A harsh spray of water cut him off from the pull-out faucet she’d shot straight at him”—if this petty shit isn’t me & ryan
CAS AND RYAN ARE GETTING MARRIEDDDDDDDDDD
“And mean.” I love that tack on, it’s so childish, but epitomizes how she can’t even stay mad at him. “Very, very mean.”
Their childish bits are my favorite parts to write. It’s in full-swing in 17.
“I just had a really shitty week last week.” Oooo glimpse into the past. Like Bonnie’s with the Enzo/Klaus mention.
More of that ahead!
“And don’t stop calling me kid.” / “It’s cute and I like it.” Can they just kiss and be together already omg
You would think but everyone in this story is stupid.
“And he was struck by the most bizarre impulse to kiss her” see, even Damon knows!!!!
The “pep rally” / “I was actually a cheerleader for a bit in college” convo. Classic Bamon
“Try not to do anything secretly heroic while I’m gone.”
“Maybe he was allergic to pep” / “maybe he was high on it” Damon and Bonnie sitting in a tree…
D-E-N-Y-I-N-G
THE ALMOST STEROLINE NAME DROP I WAS ACTUALLY GRINNING LIKE A MORON WHEN I READ THIS
MUAHAHA it was so stupid and I cackled writing it.
“I think I need to talk about Matt”/ “And I think you should probably tell me about Elena”. What? Caroline Forbes is talking about exes? Is doing something healthy that’ll further her relationship with Stefan? THERE IS SO MUCH PRIDE IN MY HEART – Also, I think this was a great way to end the chapter ‘cause it’s super cliffhanger and also super like a tvd episode, you know? Great, excellent, fantastic job!
RIGHT? LOOK AT HER GO! She’s ready to confront some things! And because I took six months to reply to this and have the benefit of actually having the scene written now, I can tell you that she’s really going there. Saying things she’s never said out loud. It’s a hard scene for her. But she’s determined. So it makes me so happy that you’re proud of her (I’m proud of her!), and hopefully the next chapter will make it a little clearer why she is the way she is (and why it took her this long to get there). Also, YAY for show-like endings! You know that’s what I’m going for ;) TBH that’s a large reason why the chapters have gotten so long - I want like a whole episode in a chapter with a beginning, middle, and end, and I want them to set up a story for the next one, and for four central characters that usually ends up taking me about 8-10 scenes, loool. So I’m glad you like it that way, too ;)
Okay, so this is longer than I hoped, but I’m sure you won’t mind. Take your mind off med school, off the whole moving thing. Anyways, thanks a bazillion for being this awesome author that interacts with her audience, who puts at least 1000% percent into this fic when, really, you don’t gotta, and ya know… thanks for fulfilling the need everyone has seen tvd died (there were only 6 seasons right?)
Definitely only six seasons. And girl, psh, thank you for making all of the things you listed above worth it. Seriously. You guys make writing this story a legitimate joy - I literally have you in mind when I write. I anticipate who’s going to like what. Whose going to have a problem with what. And it makes me a better writer. Seriously. Anyway, you’re as lovely and witty and talented and kind and weird and wonderful as ever and I expect detailed updates on you and Ryan’s royal wedding every week and NEVER EVER APOLOGIZE AGAIN FOR WRITING A LONG REVIEW WHO ARE YOU KIDDING YOU’RE MY SUN AND I’VE SAID THIS BEFORE BUT I’LL SAY IT AGAIN IT TAKES ME FOREVER TO RESPOND BECAUSE I LEGIT CAN’T THINK OF A REPLY THAT’S WORTHY SOOOOO THANKS FOR MAKING MY LIFE K BYEEEEE
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